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“Thanks for the subs! It’s great getting to share this new update with all you guys watching!” Morty said enthusiastically into the microphone on his headset. He looked over to the viewer count above the chat. He was currently at 129 viewers, this was the best audience turnout he had all week. He read through a few of the comments he had gotten in his Twitch chat. There were only 10 or so people active but it was enough to keep Morty talking while he played the latest Pressure update. 

“No, I kn-knew the rumors about Mr. Shade's design weren’t true. Y-yeah, I-it was pretty obvious those screenshots were faked.” Morty answered as another comment popped up. Before he had a chance to read it his door was flung open as Rick burst into his room. 

“Mo- eeeeaaaghhh- rty!” Rick belched loudly, stumbling into the room with one hand hidden behind his back. Morty quickly cupped his hand over his microphone trying to muffle the sound of his invading grandfather. “Stop whatever dumb, d-dumb bullshit you’re doing and look at this!”

Morty glanced back as the chat started going crazy asking what was happening off camera. “Riiick!” Morty hissed, “I’m streaming, c-can’t this wait?” 

Rick furrowed his brow, sneering a little before leaning into frame, pulling Morty’s hand from his mic to speak into it. “Show’s over, pervs.”

Morty watched as the chat continued to explode as new messages flooded in before Rick straightened up, hitting the power button on his monitor. Morty sighed heavily, pressing the pause button for the stream. Hopefully Rick would just show him whatever he was freaking out about and Morty could go back to his viewers for some damage control. He took off his headphones, powering them down before setting them on his desk.

“Rick y-y-you can’t say stuff like that! Y-you’re gonna get me kicked off Twitch.”  Morty complained, turning in his computer chair to look up at Rick. Summer had teased him that the only people who watched his streams were old perverts who were into little boys but Morty figured it was probably kids closer to his own age who watched. Or at least he really hoped so, that’s how he talked to his audience after all.

“Just calling it like I see it, Morty. B-but that doesn’t matter, what does matter are these!” Rick swung his other arm in front of his body, shoving a cylindrical container in Morty’s face. His eyes crossed for a second at the proximity before pulling back to actually look at the thing. It was a glass container that matched the sci-fi specimen jars Rick had all over the sub-basement, this one was on the smaller side, almost a foot in length and half a foot wide. It was filled with a blue, bubbling slime and floating around in it were twenty little white, semi translucent orbs about the size of ping pong balls. 

Morty studied the jar and its contents for a minute before looking back up to Rick as his grandfather grinned down at him expectantly. “... They’re, what? Like eyeballs, o-or something?” Morty asked quizzically while quirking a brow. He didn’t see what these had to do with him and why they were important enough to interrupt his stream for.

“Not eyeballs, Morty.” Rick scoffed, he sounded insulted that Morty didn’t recognize them at first glance. “They’re eggs! P-parvian Jorunnous eggs! I sucked some real gross, black market alien dick to get my hands on these babies, Morty!” 

Morty scrunched his face at the thought. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach looking at the little floating eggs but he played it cool. He crossed his fingers under his desk hoping it wouldn’t come to what he was thinking. “Are, are you gonna eat them?” 

“What?! These, th-th-these things are worth a fortune when they hatch, Morty! They require a h-hyper specific temperature, hp and salinity that is so hard to replicate in a non-organic environment. Essentially they have to incubate inside a living organism that’s been modified to match the creat, cr-creature they would typically be laid in on their home planet. A pla- eeaught -net that’s been destroyed by the Galactic Federation! That’s why they’re so rare. That’s, t-that’s why I sucked all that dick for them, Morty. Eating them w-w-w-w-would be the dumbest thing you could do with these!”  Rick explained with a manic look in his eyes. Green drool hung from the corner of his mouth as he belched. Morty could tell he was fully sloshed despite it only being three in the afternoon on a Sunday. “They need a host to incubate in. I-I-I, I'd do it myself but-”

“But they’d just fall out, yeah I know, Rick.” Morty sighed, cutting off Rick’s drunken rambling; he’d given the same excuse about the Mega Seeds. Those stupid seeds were what kicked off their current relationship after all; back when Morty couldn’t get them in himself and he had to ask Rick to come into the bathroom to ‘help’ him. It also opened the floodgates for Rick to shove all kinds of weird things inside Morty’s ass; drugs, bombs, alien ‘friends’ that happened to live in asses… he was honestly surprised it had taken Rick this long to try and stick eggs up there. Morty sighed again, he knew there was no way of worming out of this, especially since Rick was so excited and intoxicated. If he tried to object, Rick would just hold him down or do it tonight when he was asleep. The path of least resistance was to just say yes... He might as well try and get something out of it too.

“Fine, I-I’ll do it,” Morty followed up, “But, it’s gonna cost you.”

Rick’s smile dropped as he raised half his unibrow, looking skeptically down at Morty who was still seated on his computer chair now leaning nonchalantly against his desk. “C-cost? You have no idea what I’m offering you here. Th-this is an amazing opportunity! The best orgasm you're ever gonna have in your life is laying these things. I’m honestly jealous I can’t do it any more. Y-you have no idea how bad you’re gonna cum your brain out f-from this shit!” Rick raved, shaking the container inches from Morty's face, sloshing the viscous liquid as the eggs inside seemed to jiggle enticingly.

Mind numbing orgasm did pique his interest but Morty kept his face indifferent. “Nope, you’re still gonna owe me.” Morty responded, reaching into his pocket to pull out his current punch card.

Rick sneered down at the paper that his grandson held out to him, “You want a Morty stamp for it?”

“Not one,” Morty said smugly as he moved his finger, showing Rick the three empty spots on the card. “I-I want this one filled out.” 

Rick glared down at the little card, glancing over to Morty’s snarky little smile. Fine, he’d be happy to punch all those slots just to see the look on Morty’s face when he stuffed the brat full of eggs. “Fine,” Rick half spit, snatching the card from Morty to shove into his own pocket, “My gi- eeeaugh- tf to you on top of the eggs. You, y-your making out like a fucking bandit today, kid. Now, pants off, get on the bed and spread ‘em.”

Morty smiled triumphantly, standing up as he stretched from his long gaming session. He wasn’t thrilled about getting filled with Rick’s weird eggs but he had big plans for that punch card so it would all even out. Hopefully they’d do this fast so Morty could rub one out after Rick left then get back to his stream. Walking over to his bed Morty pushed his pants off, stepping out of them and his boxers as he laid down on his mattress.

Rick watched Morty step away from his computer as he started stripping. He had to get the kid cuter underwear, those boxers had seen better days. With Morty’s back turned, Rick hit the same button his grandson had a few minutes ago, unpausing the stream. His monitor was still off but he saw the red recording light blink back to life on the camera mounted on top of the screen. With his headphones turned off Rick was sure the webcam's speakers would pick up the sounds from across the room. There wouldn’t be much to see but he would give Morty’s audience an earful they wouldn’t soon forget. 

Dropping back on his bed Morty was bare from the waist down. He pushed his shirt up exposing his tummy and small pink nipples as Rick watched from across the room. Morty opened his legs wide when Rick stepped forward, still holding the container in one hand. “S-s-so how are you gonna get them up there Rick?” Morty asked as Rick stepped between his open legs to set the container down on the bed next to his grandson. 

“Oh, don’t worry baby, just relax and let grandpa take care of that. I promise you’re gonna enjoy it...” Rick smirked, laying it on thick for the camera. He grabbed Morty under his knees, pushing the boy’s legs up to his chest. He spread them wide as he folded Morty in half, angling his body so his little puckered hole was on full display. Morty hummed as Rick manhandled him, he grabbed the back of his slender thighs to hold them open for his grandfather. The old man smiled down at him, enjoying the sight of the boy ready and waiting before reaching over to the second drawer on Morty’s night stand. He opened it up, reaching in he pushed aside a box of tissues and a clean hand towel stolen from the upstairs bathroom to grab the half empty bottle of lube Morty kept in there.

Morty’s cheeks tinted pink as Rick came back with both the lube and a small pink dildo Morty had hidden in the back of the drawer. Rick looked between the erotic toy and the blushing kid on the bed, his mouth quirked in a knowing smirk. 

Morty wasn’t sure if Rick knew about the toy beforehand but he wasn’t going to admit to anything now; not that it was clearly stolen from Summer or how he had found Snuffles chewing on it out in the hall a few months ago. He had gotten it away from the dog and had meant to throw it out but it was still usable despite the small teeth marks near the base. He had washed it thoroughly and hid it away in his room. When Summer had accused him of stealing it he had feigned ignorance; saying Snuffles had completely chewed up something but by the time Morty had found it the rubbery mass was unrecognizable. He didn’t know if Summer believed him but she did drop the subject. 

Now his grandfather held the toy alongside the same bottle of lube Rick had shoved into his hands when he pushed him into that interdimensional bathroom so long ago. “You know Morty, i-if you’re ever looking for a little… back door action you can always come to me. Grandpa’s always happy to fill up this sweet little ass of yours.” Rick laughed while turning the pink dildo in his hands, looking at it appraisingly, Morty should have moved onto larger toys by now, this thing wasn’t even half as big as Rick’s cock. Their next trip to the Citadel would have to be to get Morty some better underwear and appropriately sized toys. 

Morty’s cheeks flushed even harder as he watched Rick bring the toy up to his mouth to give it a teasing lick. “Y-yeah, well sometimes, s-sometimes the asshole attached to that dick isn't worth the hassle.” Morty retorted, sticking his tongue out at Rick. 

Rick smirked, tossing the toy onto the bed to fully lean over Morty’s bent form, bringing them face to face. One hand pushed the kid’s leg even deeper into his side while the other shook the bottle of lube before opening the cap with an intimidating -Pop!- “Careful. You stick that tongue out at me one more time, I might just bite it off.” 

Morty quickly pulled his tongue back into his mouth, shutting his lips tight. Staring up into Rick’s eyes,  he felt a lube slicked finger circle around his ass. Morty took a deep breath in through his nose, digging his blunted nails into the skin of his legs as the finger prodded at his twitching hole.  

Rick watched as Morty’s eyes flickered down, the boy tensed as Rick’s long practiced fingers toyed with his hole. He was eager to start stretching Morty out, but he couldn’t help making the kid squirm first. His little grandson was so cute as he bit his lip, trying to steady his breathing while Rick pressed ever so gently against his puffy, puckered ring. Morty whined when the finger pulled back sliding up and down past the hole, lubing him up around the entrance.

Leaning even closer Rick breathed into Morty’s ear, “Come on, sweetheart. You know you gotta relax or I can’t fit anything inside this cute little butt of yours.” Morty hummed as Rick pressed up so close to him pushing his legs apart just enough to ache but not to hurt. It was a small reminder that Rick could really hurt Morty if he wanted but at times like these he was so gentle with him. Rick's breath was warm against the side of his face. The heat that poured from his grandfather’s larger, stronger body above him was as comforting as it was threatening.

Morty could feel his dick twitch against his stomach as he let out the breath he was holding, he wanted to buck up against Rick but knew the old man would pull away if Morty started getting greedy. This wasn’t about Morty getting off after all, this was all business. He knew Rick was just teasing him to be a dick. 

Feeling Morty calm down under him, Rick brought his lubed up finger to the boy’s hole, sliding into the soft, sweltering heat of his ass. As usual there was hardly any resistance to the lone finger as he sunk down to the first knuckle, then the second. Rick had spent a substantial amount of time training Morty’s ass, the kid could probably take the ovipositor from the container no problem but teasing Morty open was one of his favorite parts of these little encounters.

“Doing so good, Morty. I can feel your slutty little ass sucking me in,” Rick groaned into Morty’s ear, “You’re always so desperate to get your hole played with, aren’t you, baby?” Rick teased as he started to thrust his finger in and out, feeling Morty squirm beneath him. He wanted to sit back to watch but keeping Morty pinned in this pose was so hot he resisted the urge.

Rick pulled back his hand, sliding in a second finger which Morty’s hole eagerly opened up for as well. Pressing his fingers in deep, Ricked homed in on Morty’s prostate. He had the boy’s sweet spot memorized by now and went right to massaging the little bundle of nerves to ease the boy for the stretching to come. 

Morty’s cock throbbed against his tummy. A bead of pre-come bubbled from the tip of his dick only to be eagerly swallowed by the fabric of Rick’s shirt as he pressed closer to the boy. Morty gasped, biting his lip harder when Rick’s fingers started scissoring, spreading his clenching walls. 

“You open up so beautifully for me, Morty. No one’s home, baby. You can be as loud as you want…” Rick breathed into Morty’s ear before pressing a wet kiss to the side of Morty’s face when the boy turned his head away.

“R-rick, w-why are you, hmmm, be-being so weird..?” Morty whimpered, bucking into Rick’s touch as his grandfather added a third lubed finger and started to stretch Morty’s ring for real. The familiar ache in his ass mixed with the pleasure that coiled in his guts when those fingers returned to massaging his prostate. 

Rick laughed looking down as Morty squirmed and rutted against his fingers. The front of his shirt was damp from the boy’s leaking cock. “Heh, is it w-weird for me to love my, m-my slut of a grandson?”

“Y-yes…” Morty mumbled, his eyes shut in part from the pleasure that wracked his body and in part to not have to look at Rick as he loomed over him.

“Then I’m a huge weirdo. I fucking love you, Morty. Y-your tight ass, your cute little cock and your adorable blushing face all drive me fu-fucking wild. I-I’m the luckiest Rick in the multiverse, to-to have such an amazing Morty. Plus, I gotta be honest with you, Morty. G-grandpa’s pretty drunk right now…” Rick slurred as Morty blushed even harder. He could handle Rick when he was drunk but when he got all mushy and horny like this Morty was lost for what to do or say… “Alright baby, that should be g-good enough… time for the main event.”

Rick pulled his fingers out of Morty’s slightly gaped hole as Morty gasped from the sudden loss of sensation. Sitting up Rick wiped his hand on his lab coat. Morty opened his eyes to see Rick moving away. He could already feel the red marks forming on the back of his legs where his nails had bit into the skin. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He was still rock hard against his stomach, the likelihood of him having to jerk off was getting lower, he hadn’t expected Rick to finger fuck him to such an extent. He was so close he knew he was gonna come from the eggs, some small part of him was almost… excited for it. 

Morty felt the bed shift as Rick reached over, grabbing the container full of eggs from where it had gotten tangled in Morty’s blankets. He watched as Rick brought the canister up, pressing a few buttons on the metallic rim along the bottom, Morty caught sight of a rubber sphincter that reminded him of where Morty Jr. had popped out of Gwendolyn, but instead of her bright pink this one was a deep blue. Morty was a bit confused by the shape of it until Rick finished his button sequence and the rubbery, puckered star pushed out elongating into a thick phallic looking tube about five inches long. It was slick with the same light blue slime that cradled the eggs in the jar. 

Seeing Morty’s eyes locked on to the faux-cock that extended from the jar Rick waved it back and forth like a pendulum, bringing it closer and closer to Morty’s ass. He watched as his small hole clenched in anticipation, he could hear Morty’s labored breathing from the bed, still folded in half as he held his legs up by his head. Rick pressed the tip of the ovipositor to the boy’s entrance causing Morty to gasp and flinch when the cold, slimy head of it met his ring. 

Morty closed his eyes, waiting for the pressure to spread him but it didn’t come. He could feel the rounded tip at his door as it oozed its cool slime against his heated skin but Rick hadn’t moved to push it in. After a minute, Morty peeked his eyes open, gazing up at Rick above him while the old scientist stared down at him, a hunger in his deep brown eyes. He was waiting… Morty bit his lip meeting Rick’s eyes while the blush crept back through his checks. Morty nodded his head.

Rick smiled wide, pressing into Morty as the boy threw his head back, gasping loudly as the canister mounted toy filled his ass. No, toy wasn’t the right word. It didn’t feel like anything he had ever had inside him before; not like Rick’s fingers or his dick or even like the dildo he had stolen from Summer. The tube wasn’t big, only five inches just barely bigger than the dildo, but Morty could tell it was hollow as his ass clenched around it. It seemed to expand and contract, almost like it was breathing inside of him as it oozed more of its cool, thick slime into his ass. 

“R-r-rick, I-I, I don’t know a-about this,” Morty gasped, staring up at his ceiling in a haze, “I-it, it feels, f-feels so weird…”

“It’s okay, you’re doing so good for me, Morty.” Rick said, pushing his arm forward, rocking the container inside Morty. It wasn’t a thrust, but it almost matched the pulsing rhythm with the slight back and forth motion. Morty could feel the puckered opening the ovipositor slid from kissing his own puffy ring of muscle. The lewd mental image caused him to shudder, clenching even harder around his hollow invader. “It just takes a minute for it to warm up… When the eggs start coming you’re real, r-really gonna lose it, sweetheart.” 

Eggs… Morty had almost forgotten about the eggs. He had gotten so caught up in the warm, slick mechanical stirring of his insides the eggs had slipped his mind... How could they? He was so excited  for them after all... He was already starting to feel full from how much gooey slime he had been pumped with. Pumping, that’s what the motion was, it wasn’t like a creature breathing it was like a hose pumping fluid. The thought brought a strange sense of calm over Morty, the machine was doing what it was supposed to. Everything was fine. 

Morty’s sense of calm was quickly shattered when he felt the first egg attempt to breach his sphincter. Morty's eyes shot open and he whimpered pathetically as he felt the egg try to pass from its rubbery ring to his own. The orbs had only looked to be the size of ping pong balls in the container but it felt like someone was trying to shove a full tennis ball up his ass instead. Morty instinctively clenched harder, only increasing the pressure against his spasming hole.

“Rick! I-It’s too big!! I-I-I-I can’t! T-tu-turn if off, p-please! ” Morty pleaded as tears pricked his eyes.

“Shhh, s-shh, baby.” Rick cooed, he rested the container against his crotch, between his belt buckle and his own hard dick. He kept the canister steady as it continued in its mechanical, unyielding duty to deliver its cargo. “They’re not any bigger than anything you’ve taken for me before, Morty. It’s okay, grandpa’s here. I promise they’re gonna feel fucking amazing in a minute…”

Rick brought his hands down to either side of Morty’s occupied hole, rubbing deep into the flesh, massaging the muscles underneath. His thumbs pulled on either side next to his ass, stretching the ring of muscle even more when he saw the egg press taunt against the boy. Morty thrashed on the bed, gasping and bucking until Rick watched the egg pop into Morty as he threw his head back and wailed. 

Morty could feel the final push as his ass gave way, swallowing the first egg. He could feel the squishy orb being pumped through his guts while it moved down the hollow tube of the ovipositor. The alien feeling of it was quickly shoved aside at the familiar press against his prostate as the egg slid from the tube rolling over raw nerves while his body pulled the egg even further in. Morty moaned, nails digging even deeper into his skin as the crossed wires in his brain exploded from the sickening pain and squirming pleasure. Orgasm rocked his body, his small dick spraying cum completely untouched. 

Smirking above him Rick watched Morty cream himself from taking the first egg; he knew the little brat would be into weird shit like this. He rocked his hips forward, fucking the container a little closer pushing the faux cock just a bit deeper into the writhing boy on the bed. “Look at you, coming already.” Rick laughed, thrusting just a bit deeper as Morty gasped, the next egg pressing into his ring. “Fuck, Morty... You d-drive me, so, s-so fucking wild. Just, just too cute for Grandpa…”

“R-r-rick-” Morty started before the second egg popped into him, stealing the words from his throat… he couldn’t even remember what he was going to say as the rhythmic pumping of the ovipositor picked up in speed as Rick seemed to thrust into him.  

Deliriously, Morty brought his head up enough to look down. Rick’s hands were still on his ass, massaging his cheeks and holding his hole open as he balanced the container against his crotch, rocking his hips back and forth to help the eggs in. The jar was half empty having deposited most of the blue liquid into Morty’s ass, all that was left were the ghost white eggs piled at the bottom waiting for their turn to be pumped into him. He watched the eggs shift as another one made its way down to his hole. Morty dropped his head back, with a final stretch of his ring the squishy orb slid in joining the other two deep in his guts. That was three… Morty wasn’t sure how long he could keep counting, he knew that he’d lose track along the way and have to just lay here, folded in half and writhing on his own bed as Rick kept pumping eggs into him... Like he should, like he meant to...

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Just lie back and take it. You, y-you’re being such a good boy for grandpa, Morty.” Rick encouraged him, sliding his hands up Morty’s thighs to help hold his legs in place; coming up under the boy’s hands to rub comforting circles into the red, crescent marked skin. Morty moaned as the fourth egg slipped past his ring with no resistance.  

‘Lie back and take it’ was a pretty fitting descriptor for most of their ass based ‘adventures’. Morty felt more like sea form battered against the shores of ecstasy than an active participant in the fucking. No, they weren’t fucking. This was just another of Rick’s messed up science experiments with Morty as the lab rat. At least he got to be conscious for it and not have to wake up with a mysterious belly full of alien eggs in the morning. A shiver ran up his spine from deep inside his stomach, like it wanted that. 

Another egg squelched into him. He could feel the way the ovipositor bulged as the egg rolled through his ass before popping out to join the growing pile in his guts. A few seconds later another squished against his prostate causing him to moaned deliriously; his softened cock twitching as blood started flowing back to it. Morty raked his nails over the back of Rick’s hands, marking his grandfather in thick red lines while he squirmed under the ovum based onslaught. 

Rick hissed from the nails over the back of his aged hands, reveling in the sensation, his own dick throbbing in his slacks. He thrusted a bit harder, rocking Morty forward on the bed. Rick tightened his grip on the boy to hold him steady as another egg breached his ring. Rick looked down to the glass jar, quickly counting the remaining eggs. They were half way through. 

The two continued, rocking and moaning in unison for what felt like hours to Morty. He had entirely lost count, he felt so stuffed with the little round orbs and the sea of… slime? Lube? Amniotic fluid? He wasn’t sure what the blue ooze was but it felt so warm and thick inside him. The eggs sat heavy in his guts but he couldn’t deny how good they felt. That something inside him hummed, insisting this is what he was always meant to do. Being full of eggs was his purpose in life, it was what he was born for, what he was made for… 

Morty squirmed against the alien thoughts that gripped his mind before giving in. The final egg battered against his prostate sent him into a toe curling orgasm, frying his spent nerves for the second time. Rick looked down as Morty squirted again, soaking his egg bloated tummy with a second, weaker load. 

The container whirred to a stop now that its contents were fully deposited into their proper place. Rick held it steady against Morty, letting the boy’s spamming ass milk the spent faux cock. When he came down from his orgasm Rick let go of Morty’s legs to pull the jar back, its ovipositor exiting his ass with a lewd wet squelch. No longer held in place, Morty’s legs fell, limp and slayed to the side as he heaved air into his shaking lungs. He brought one hand up to feel the slight bulge of his distended middle while his other dipped down to rub his stretched, slime leaking hole. 

“R-r-rick, how, h-how long do these i-i-incubate for, a-anyway?” Morty asked, looking down at his semen slick stomach. He rubbed his stretched skin, feeling the slight shift of the warm, heavy eggs inside him.

“Jumping the gun there, aren’t you Morty?” Morty heard the familiar clink of metal unfastening then the sound of leather over fabric as Rick pulled his belt through the loops of his pants dropping it on the floor next to Morty’s discarded jeans and undies. Looking up from his full tummy Morty watched Rick unbutton his pant and pull down his zipper, licking his dry lips as he stared down hungrily at Morty’s sweat slicked form on the bed. “After all, we still need to fertilize them...” He said breathlessly as he pulled his hard, pre-cum leaking cock from his slacks.

Of course they hadn’t been fertilized yet… Rick would never miss the chance to fuck Morty in the ass. Of course if Rick was going to pump him full of eggs he would have to pump him full of cum too… Part of Morty wanted to be mad, like Rick had tricked him into getting his ass fucked but another louder part of him was ecstatic… Morty’s heartbeat quickened in his chest as his guts withered, desperate for Rick’s cum to seep into his eggs. The thought crept from his abdomen up to his brain as his other hand ran over his tummy to join its twin, stretching his gaped hole even wider to welcoming Rick’s cum bubbling tip as the old man kissed his cock head to Morty's lube drooling entrance.

“About time grandpa showed you why it’s called a mating press…” Rick laughed as he grabbed Morty by the ankles, bringing the boy’s legs to rest on his shoulders as he leaned back into Morty, sliding his huge dick home inside his stretched, flooded hole. Morty’s tight little ass molded perfectly to his cock, so warm and wet, pulling him deeper and deeper until Rick felt his tip bump against the eggs inside him. Still Rick pushed further in.

Morty could feel the eggs in him forced even deeper as Rick’s familiar, heavenly length filled his starved hole. The quiet, angry part of his brain insisted that this should hurt, that this was wrong, that it was something the human body was never meant to experience but the voice was quickly shut down by how amazing it did feel, how right it felt, how happy he was to be here, to be doing what he was born to do. 

Rick bottomed out in Morty, pressing into the boy as Morty brought his hands up to wrap his arms around Rick’s neck. Morty pulled him close, locking their lips together as Morty’s knees hit up past his shoulders. Rick hungrily devoured Morty’s mouth as he pulled his hips back, the swollen head of his dick catching on the puffy ring of Morty’s suckling hole before he thrust home, jostling the eggs in the boy’s stuffed guts. Morty’s eye’s shot open as he moaned into Rick’s mouth, he could almost feel Rick’s pre-cum leaking into him as he thrusted into Morty’s clenching guts. 

“Changed your tune now, haven’t you, you little brat? You like being Grandpa’s little breeding bitch, don’t you?” Rick asked rhetorically, pulling back keeping Morty pinned as the boy clung to him, moaning and gasping as Rick ramped up his thrusts. “Maybe I should keep the biggest one... l-let her keep pumping you full of eggs? You want grandpa to keep knocking you up, baby? That way I could keep you as my pregnant little wife forever. Heh, what do you think about that, Mommy?”

Mommy… Morty liked that. No, not Morty, the eggs liked that. He could finally tell where the weird phantom thoughts were coming from. The eggs inside him were whispering into his mind, feeding him thoughts and feelings alien to him through some psychic or chemical connection. The eggs wanted him to breed, to conceive and to incubate, they wanted him to be their mommy… Morty knew he should be worried or scared but it felt so good he couldn’t care.

Morty clung even tighter to Rick, whimpering and moaning, he might have been saying words but the sounds coming out of his mouth didn’t make any sense to Morty in his delirious, debilitated state. Shaking from head to toe Morty finally managed to speak, he couldn’t tell if the words were coming from his own heat fried brain or if they were being psychically beamed to him from the writhing eggs in his guts but he believed everything he said with his whole heart, “F-fuck… P-p-please, Rick, please breed me… I-I, w-we need your cum, n-n-n-need it so, s-so bad. W-want your babies, p-please! W-wanna be a mommy ! N-need, n-n-need it so bad!! P-please, Rick!"

Hearing Morty whine in his ear so soft and pathetic Rick thrust forward, hilting himself deep as ecstasy rocked his body. His balls slapped hard against Morty’s upturned ass, pumping semen deep into the boy, flooding the eggs in a deluge of virile sperm. He held Morty tight in return, ensuring his rod was as deep as possible for the best chance of fertilizing all of the precious cargo inside his beloved grandson. Rick smiled at the thought, his buzz was starting to fade but he had to admit this was one of his best ideas in a while. He stayed hilted for another few  minutes, letting his heavy balls fully empty themselves inside Morty. He gave a few cursory thrusts to stir his insides for the best seed to egg contact. 

Rick pulled out, watching his cum bubble out of Morty’s gaped hole as his grandson laid limp, mumbling slightly while staring blankly at the wall behind him. Rick waved his hand in front of the boy’s face with no response. Out of it as he was, Rick grabbed the pillows from the head of Morty’s bed. He lifted the kid by one leg and stuffed the pillows under him to keep his hips elevated to let gravity to do its job of making sure Morty was thoroughly bred. He reached into the top draw of the nightstand, throwing the hand towel onto the kid's cum slick stomach.

Rick wiped his dick off on Morty’s ass before returning it to his slacks, zipping up and grabbing his belt off the floor before walking back over to Morty’s computer. He sat down, picking up the headphones, switching them to sync up as he put them on. He pressed the button for the monitor seeing it spring to life. Morty’s little blocky avatar stood in the lobby while comments came flooding in to the chat. Rick didn’t care to read them, not now at least. Morty’s viewer count has swollen to over 1,000 people.

“How was that you fucking freaks?”  Rick smiled, looking into the camera for a second before dropping it, speaking with a deadly serious tone. “I’m taking this video down in one hour. I’ll be checking every IP address that shows up. If I find this VoD downloaded on your system, I’m coming to your house and showing you the real definition of the word Doxxed.” 

Comments continued pouring in as Rick ended the stream, dropping Morty’s headphones back onto the desk before switching off the monitor again. Rick stood up making his way to the door just as Morty rolled over, his hands over his bloated stomach and a wet towel next to him on the bed. Seeing Rick step close Morty held his arms up, looking pleadingly at Rick while flexing his fingers into little grabby hands.

Rick smiled softly at the kid before shaking his head, “Sorry bud, no time to cuddle. I have to get down stairs to start running diagnostics. Y-you get some rest though, I’ll be back up in an hour or two to check if they took.”

“Oh…” Morty said sadly, before asking “W-what if they, i-if they didn’t take?” 

Rick smiled wide, “Then we keep trying until they do.” Rick reached forward, turning the knob to Morty’s door before the kid pushed himself up.

“W-wait! You still didn’t answer me! How long am, a-am I gonna be stuck with these things in me?” Morty asked hurriedly as Rick pulled the door open. Rick took a step into the hallway before turning to look at his worried grandson.

Rick pursed his lips, calculating in his head. “They should be ready to pop in two weeks. So not too long.”

“... Two weeks?... Two weeks!?” Morty paled, “Rick, Easter is in two weeks!” 

Rick leaned against Morty’s door frame, crossing his arms nonchalantly while Morty fumed on the bed. “Yeah, what of it?” He said, shrugging.

“Rick! Grandma Joyce and Grandpa Leonard are coming over in two weeks for Easter! Y-y-y-you promised Dad a normal Easter, no crazy alien anything! I’m supposed to go to church!! I can’t, c-can’t be…” Morty paused, fighting the calm that wanted to wash over him as he clutched his stuffed tummy. “I can’t be p-preg... I can’t be egg-pregnant in c-church during Easter, Rick!!” 

Rick sighed. Fuck, he had forgotten he promised Jerry no ‘shenanigans’ for this stupid human holiday… “Fine, fine. I-if you’re gonna be a little bitch about it, I’ll induce labor the night before. The eggs are gonna be a little undercooked but it shouldn’t interfere with their hatching if I get them in a comparable solution in time... I promise I’ll have them out of you before Joyce, Leonard and Jacob get here. H-happy?” 

Morty sat back on his heels, looking down at his stretched stomach. His emotions jumbled up inside of him but the warm glow in his stomach settled his worried nerves. He was happy actually. Rick stepped away from the door, grabbing Morty’s face tilting it up before pressing a soft kiss to the boy’s lips. Morty kissed back, just as soft and sweet before Rick pulled back. 

“No more freaking out. Stress is bad for the baby, you know.” Rick winked, turning to leave, closing Morty’s door behind. He took a swig from his flask as he made his way down to the sub-basement to thin out Morty’s viewer count. 

Morty flopped back on his bed, limbs sprawled out around him, his clutch of eggs humming in his guts. His mind buzzed with thoughts warm and alien, he could feel life swell inside him. Morty smiled, dreamily looking up at his ceiling. He had no idea what Parvian Jorunnous were but he was sure they'd be super cute and he was so excited to meet them. 

Chapter Text

12 Days until Easter (Tuesday the 8th)

“Dad?” Beth peeked her head into Rick’s open door, peering through the perpetual dark of her father’s room to see him sitting hunched over his desk. She could see the familiar green glow of his portal gun illuminating the white of his lab coat and the blue of his unruly hair. 

Rick stopped his tinkering, glancing over his shoulder in acknowledgment. He set down the screwdriver he had been using and reached for a bottle on the floor by his foot. He took a long swig from it, setting it down on his desk before turning to look at Beth standing in his doorway. “W-what’s up, sweetheart?”

“Dad, we, uh…” Beth paused, her hand tightening against the metal of his doorknob. She took a deep breath, composing herself before she continued. “We need to talk. Can… can you come to the living room for a family meeting?” 

Rick didn’t answer, he stared through the dark of his room at Beth’s silhouette back lit from the hall light. He was wondering how long it would take Beth and Jerry to notice and demand an explanation. Rick sighed as he stood up, tucking the portal gun back into his inner breast pocket before stretching his back, hearing his gold-plated vertebrae pop. He looked over at Beth who seemed less skittish now that his main method of escape was no longer in his hand. Had she really thought he would have opened a portal and just left? Of course she did, that’s what her Rick did all those years ago. 

“Of course, honey. A-after you.” Rick said, motioning for Beth to move out of his doorway. 

Rick followed his daughter through the downstairs hall and into the living room. He could already feel the tension thick in the air. 

Jerry stood between the coffee table and the TV, his arms crossed and tapping his foot angrily, oblivious of the act’s diminished effect on the carpeted floor. Summer was sprawled out on the arm chair facing away from the front door with her phone inches from her face, scrolling lazily as she gazed up occasionally. Beth walked in, making her way behind the couch, resting one hand on the back of the sofa right behind her son. 

Morty was obviously the star of the coming shit show. He sat alone, in the middle of the couch, dwarfed by the empty space around him. His arms were down at his sides with his hands tucked under his thighs. His normally sky blue eyes were stormy and downcast, staring at the circular stains on the coffee table, worrying the bottom of his lip between his front teeth. From how he slouched against the overstuffed sofa cushions Rick could see the way his stomach bulged just enough from under his oversized yellow T-shirt to be noticeable. 

“Rick, would you like to explain what happened to my son?” Jerry huffed, red in the face, still tapping his foot as he glared daggers into Rick who stood in the doorway between the living room and entryway. 

Rick wanted to say no, he didn't want to explain. Instead his eyes shifted to Morty on the couch, boring into him until the boy looked over, locking eyes with his Grandfather across the room. 

Morty looked up at him, a guilty expression over his small, soft face. By now Morty should know to keep his mouth shut about their adventures and relationship but between the hormones and psychic influence of the eggs coursing through the teen Rick wasn't sure how much he had revealed about his current situation and Rick's involvement in it. 

“Well Jerry, w-what do you think happened?” Rick asked, his hands on his hips, testing the waters to see how much the boy’s father actually knew before admitting to anything.

“Wh.. what do I think?!” Jerry shouted back furiously, throwing his hands in the air. “I think my son is pregnant! And if anyone would know about it it would be the sci-fi asshole living in my house, tinkering in my garage with.. with face hugging aliens, doing who knows what with his freaky ungodly ‘science’!!” 

“Jerry! We said we weren’t going to throw accusations right off the bat.” Beth said sternly from across the room, the two stared each down for a few seconds before Jerry relented, breaking eye contact. “Dad, Jerry and I found Morty throwing up this morning. He doesn’t have a fever and he insisted he was fine but… he’s been acting a bit off since he got back from school and… and we noticed, when he took off his sweatshirt that… that he’s…” 

… starting to show…

She didn’t need to say it, the words hung unspoken in the air. Rick had completely forgotten to think of a plausible excuse in the past two days. He’d just have to wing it and hope Morty knew to play along. 

Rick stepped up in between Morty and the coffee table, reaching into his lab coat to pull out a bio-scanner. He loomed over the boy as Morty shrunk even further into the couch cushions while his parents watched. Sensing the rising tension, Summer looked up from her phone. 

“Morty, did you touch anything in my lab?” Rick asked, his stare boring into his grandson even harder, willing him to catch on.

“W-w-w-what? W-why would you th-think I…?” Morty mumbled, afraid to break eye contact. He really wished he had asked Rick about this sooner. He had been avoiding him the past two days. Every time he thought about his grandfather the eggs in his stomach kicked up a whirlwind of butterflies, making his cheeks flush and palms sweat. Even worse were what the eggs called him, what the eggs wanted Morty to call him too. Morty could feel the little orbs now and how they reacted to Rick being so close; he could feel the fluttering in his stomach and how his hands were sweating under his thighs, but more worrying was the throb in his guts. He really hoped he wasn’t blushing as Rick’s deep brown eyes stared down at him. He really hoped his dick wasn’t hard.

He really hoped Rick had a plan, “... Y-yeah. I-I did…”

Wordlessly Rick ran the scanner over Morty’s nervous, squirming form. The blue holographic scanner sweeped him top to bottom before the grid-like pattern stopped on Morty’s abdomen, beeping as Rick studied the screen like it was the first time he had seen these readings. Rick had been checking in on Morty and the eggs the past two days while the boy was asleep and the read out hadn’t changed much since last night. 

Rick sighed heavily through his nose, it sounded performative to Morty and by the look on Summer’s face she might have caught it too. Beth and Jerry on the other hand hung on the action, breathlessly waiting for Rick’s next words.

“T-that container you touched, Morty, had a clutch of Parvian Jorunnous eggs in it. I-I-I was doing an experiment on phase shift technology with them, a-and you phase shifted them into yourself, you little dummy!” Rick exclaimed, slamming his palm into his forehead for good measure.

Okay, Morty could work with that, probably… He figured the best way to sell it was to get mad, even if the eggs inside him insisted he should tell his family how happy he was about the clutch growing inside him. Pushing down the thought, Morty balled his fists by his side, letting the dull throb of his nails in his skin surge him on. “W-w-what!! W-why would you have, h-have something like that j-just sitting out on the counter!?! Aw geez, I-I thought they were eyeballs!! I-I just wanted to, t-to look at them and, a-and now I’m…” Morty swallowed hard, biting back the way his voice wanted to quiver and moan at the next word…

“Yeah, pregnant. You went and knocked yourself up with alien eggs, Morty. Way to go.” Rick sighed again, biting back his own smile at the lie. Rick looked around to see the worry on Beth’s face, the anger on Jerry and an expression on Summer that bordered on suspicion. 

Rick decided to focus on Beth, entirely ignoring Jerry who started angrily ranting in the background. “It’s gonna be okay, Beth. T-the eggs aren’t gonna hurt Morty. It, i-it’s safer to let them pass on their own, surgery around phase-shifting organic material can get messy. I’m sure Space Beth could tell you all about that. The scanner says they should be ready to lay in 12 days, s-so not too long.” Rick assured Beth as her worry softened. 

“12 DAYS!?! RICK, EASTER IS IN 12 DAYS!!” Jerry exploded from behind him. Man, where had he heard that sentiment before. “You know my-”

“Yeah, Jerry. Your parents are going to be here for Easter. I know, I-I-I was at breakfast when you told everyone l- eeeeaaaugh -ast week.” Rick replied with a dismissive belch, rolling his eyes as he turned to address his irate son-in-law.

“You-” Jerry started, lifting a finger to point accusingly before Rick cut him off again.

“I promised no high concept sci-fi shenanigans for Easter, but obviously I didn’t know this would happen!” Rick lied again, “I know you don’t want Joyce, Leonard and Jacob to know about any of this but, b-but this isn’t ideal for me either! Do you know how much this is gonna affect my work? I’m out an assistant for the next two weeks ‘cause of these things.”

Summer huffed dramatically, standing up to stop the two grown men who were about to start screeching like toddlers. “So, I didn’t have to be down here for this at all? Congrats on getting knocked up before me Morty, but I’ve got better stuff to do than watch all this.”

On the couch Morty jumped at the sound of his own name, he looked up at his sister who eyed him with an expression he couldn’t quite place. It was halfway between understanding and pity. It was almost like how she used to look at him when they were kids and they would pretend their parents weren’t fighting in the next room over.

“Summer, wait, I’m gonna need, ne- eeeaaugh -ed you to keep an eye on Morty at school. The hormones in the eggs are gonna make him a bit… dumb and clingy. He should be fine for the first week but come next Monday he, h-he’s gonna really start showing and then he’ll be pretty… out of it..” Rick explained as his granddaughter turned to leave the living room. 

Summer looked over her shoulder, eyes glancing from her oddly skittish younger brother to her grandfather who reached into his coat, switching the scanner with his flask as he explained. “Yeah sure, Grandpa Rick. I’ll keep an eye on him at school, but I’m gonna be gone for Spring Break so that’s gonna be someone else's problem then. And yes, Dad, I’ll be back in time for Easter.” With a final eye roll she left the room, heading upstairs. 

Spring break, right, Morty and Summer had the next week off from school. That certainly saved Rick from having to pull Morty out of class for the last few days of gestation. 

With Summer out of the room and the tension having died down a bit Morty pulled his legs up, hugging them to his chest as he looked up at Rick. He seemed to know more about what the eggs were going to do to him than he had let on before he fucked them into him.

“Rick, w-what do you mean dumb a-and clingy?” Morty asked, he had been feeling a bit absent-minded since yesterday and had a harder time paying attention in class than normal but he figured it was probably just being tired from staying up until 3am masturbating. 

“Well, Morty,” Rick said after a swig from his flask, “You’re gonna get a case of what we in the science community call Bimbo Brain.” Rick took a seat on the couch next to Morty, gently setting his hand on the boy’s shoulder, looking into his confused blue eyes. Morty was glad he had pulled his legs up as he felt his dick twitch at the closeness to the man who filled him with eggs. 

Morty shoved the thought aside just in time to ask in unison with Beth and Jerry who both rang out a confused, “...W-what?”

Rick looked between the three dumbstruck humans in the living room, suppressing a sigh before continuing. “The chemicals and hormones Parvian Jorunnous Eggs produce aren’t natural to humans and the effects that they do have don’t match up with hormones that are normally produced d-during human pregnancy. They have a few noticeable effects from research I have done with them. Notability, t-the chemicals slow down and restrict higher brain function, while flooding the brain with a serotonin-like reagent that can cause minor weight gain.” Rick purposely left out what the eggs would be doing to the inside of Morty’s body, that was a little surprise for him later.

“Wait, so these things are literally going to make Morty fat, dumb and happy?” Beth asked, the worry creeping back into her voice.

“In, i-in a way yeah, but the effects don’t last much longer than a week after the eggs are out. The psychic connection of the eggs amplifies emotions, positive and negative; the real one we gotta watch out for is loneliness. Jorunnous are extremely social creatures, and the eggs will instill their host with a greater need for community and, a-and companionship.” Rick explained, shifting his eyes down from Beth back to Morty, “ They’re gonna make you feel like you need to be around someone all the time. You might not feel it a-at school and I doubt it’s gotten too strong yet but you’re gonna want to stick close to someone around the house.” 

Morty nodded his head, now that Rick mentioned it he had started to feel it last night. He had been weirdly lonely before he started jerking off and fell asleep but when he came down to breakfast the feeling had entirely faded. Having Rick sitting so close to him now was an odd comfort, even the gaze of his parents didn’t make him anxious anymore. 

“You said 12 days, Rick. Is he still going to be… like this when my parents get here?” Jerry asked with a huff. His face wasn’t red anymore but his arms were crossed back over his chest in annoyance. 

“I should be able to induce labor the night before, he’ll still be a little out of it when Joyce, Leonard and Jacob get here but it shouldn’t be too suspicious. Then after a week or so he’ll be back to normal. U-until then we’ll just have to look after Morty a bit more. You might not feel them much now, bud, but in a few days it should really hit and then you’ll be pretty doped up all of next week.” Morty’s brows knitted together as he bit his lip. If he knew about all this he wouldn't have agreed to being an incubator in the first place… 

The tension quickly melted off his face as the eggs inside him writhed, soothing his nerves and running their little psychic fingers over his mind, comforting and praising him in unspoken thoughts and feelings. Morty smiled up at Rick, nodding his head. Rick smiled back, something soft and lopsided before slapping his hands against his knees and pushing himself to his feet, his face its usual half scowl.

“Oh, and when all that does start kicking in, someone's gonna have to stay with Morty at night too…” Rick trailed off, looking between Beth and Jerry on opposite sides of the room.

“Well I guess he could stay in our bed…” Jerry said, shrugging non committedly before finally dropping his arms.

“No way,” Beth responded, her own hands on her hips now. “Jerry, you snore, drool and kick more than enough for three people. Dad, do you mind keeping Morty company at night?”

Rick smiled again, dismissively shrugging his shoulders as he made his way out of the living room toward the garage. “I don’t mind, sweetie. It’s my fault for just leaving the eggs out in the first place, I-I’ll take my share of the blame and deal with Morty at night. By the way, if he does start getting a bit… overly affectionate, I have a serum to deal with that too. Just drop him off at my lab and I’ll take care of it.” Rick threw over his shoulder before stepping out of the living room. 

Jerry let out a heavy sigh as he stepped over to his arm chair, dropping into it like dead weight. Beth likewise stepped around the couch, sitting down next to Morty. The family sat in a deafeningly awkward silence, with Rick gone the three seemed lost on how to further address the situation.

Morty was the first to speak, “Rick s-said I should be good for a few more days. D-do you think I can go back to my room?”  

Beth and Jerry exchanged a long look before Beth nodded smiling down at her son. “Of course, sweetheart. And, and when you do start to feel… lonely, you come get either one of us.”

“Yeah,” Jerry responded from across the way, “any time you wanna hang out we’re here for you, sport.” 

Morty smiled at both his parents, giving his Mom a short hug before he stood up and left too, heading back upstairs to enjoy some alone time before his little psychic hitchhikers took over and forced him to spend the rest of his gestation with his family.

Beth and Jerry exchanged looks in the quiet living room. They had a lot to talk about but neither was willing to start. 

“So… Dr. Wong?” Jerry asked with a shrug.

Beth sighed in response, “I’ll go get the car.”

8  Day until Easter (Saturday the 12th)

Rick made his way up the stairs to the second floor of the Smith house, his left hand in the front hip pocket of his lab coat, rubbing the thin plastic packaging inside. Turning at the top of the stairs he passed the open door to Beth’s room. As he passed he noticed his daughter seated at her desktop computer typing away. At the end of the hallway Rick stopped in front of Morty’s door, he threw it open only to find it empty. He wasn't surprised, by now Morty would be under the full influence of the little socially dependent eggs inside him, the hormonal teen must be with someone else in the house.

Now he just needed to find what family member the kid had shacked up with. Favoring the simplest solution, Rick turned, angling himself toward the rest of the house as he bellowed loud enough to be heard by anyone home. “MOOOOORTY!!”

“He’s in here, Dad.” Rick heard from the open room he had just passed as Beth answered him immediately. Stepping forward, Rick peaked his head into Beth’s room to see her swivel in her office chair while Morty looked up from the bed to smile at his grandfather. Morty laid on his stomach, kicking his feet behind him as he set down his handheld gaming console. 

Rick couldn’t help his own smile as he looked down at Morty being cute, his butt catching Rick’s eye before he dropped it, all business as he spoke. “There you are, come on Morty. I n-need you for a job real quick.”

“Whoa, Dad. You’re not taking Morty anywhere dangerous are you? He’s in no condition to be running for his life right now.” Beth said sternly, fixing her father with a serious look as he lingered in her doorway. 

Rick shot back his own hard look. He could appreciate her concern but he was well aware of how far along Morty was and what he could handle in his current state. Instead he relented, choosing to assure her instead of biting back. “It’s nothing, no- eeeagh- thing dangerous Beth. This is the last day I could reasonably take Morty out on an adventure anyway. He’ll be out of commision for all of next week, I-I just need a hand with one last thing before that. He’ll be fine.” Beth nodded from her place at the computer, still watching as Rick turned his attention back to Morty on the bed, “Come on, squirt, w-we gotta grab something from your room then we’re off to see a friend of mine.” 

Morty nodded enthusiastically, smiling even wider before swinging his legs off the bed. He hopped off, stepping over to give his Mom a big hug. “T-thanks for hanging out with me, Mom.” Morty hummed as Beth hugged him back.

“We hardly hung out, you just played your game while I answered emails.” Beth chuckled as Morty shrugged, waving before he squeezed past Rick to head to his room. Beth watched her father turn, his coat flaring behind him as he followed Morty down the hall and out of sight. She turned back to typing, a strange almost guilty feeling gnawed away at her insides as she heard Morty’s door slam across the hall.

Inside Morty’s room Rick sidled up behind his grandson, grabbing a handful of Morty’s newly plumped ass. He slapped his other hand over the kid’s mouth before he could alert his Mother across the hall with the needy sound that erupted out of his cute little mouth.  

“Damn, you’re really filling out those jeans aren’t you? The eggs h-have been working overtime to give you a proper ass, huh?” Rick leaned down to whisper into Morty’s ear, palming him even harder through the stretched tight jeans. Morty’s eyes rolled back, moaning into Rick’s hand as he thrusted his hips back desperate for his grandfather’s strong hands on him. “This is just the first week too. You're gonna look like a real bottom bitch by the time the eggs are ready to pop.”

Rick slid his hand around Morty's ass, resting it against the boy’s thigh, digging his fingers into the thick flesh hidden by the taut denim of his jeans. Rick smiled into Morty’s shoulder as the kid squirmed against him, pressing his newly developed assets into the old man’s groin, grinding against him like the horny teenager he was. 

“Fucking hell baby, the eggs really ramped up your sensitivity too, haven't they? You like Grandpa grinding on you like he’s your raunchy prom date?” Rick murmured, his hand sliding teasingly close to Morty’s bulge in the front of his pants. Morty whined as Rick slid two fingers into his mouth, teasing the flat of his tongue before Morty latched onto the invading digits. “At this rate these pants aren’t gonna make it through the day. We'll have to steal a pair of sweats from Summer before you split the seams…”

Morty managed to pull away from Rick's fingers as thoughts of his sister and mom flashed through his mind. He tried not to think of his family that way, Rick notwithstanding, but it was hard not to notice how generously proportioned they both were in the hips and ass region. Was… was he going to…

“R-rick, I-I'm not gonna get that big, r-right? N-not like Summer, o-or…?” Morty managed to ask before Rick’s spit slick fingers clenched around his jaw, sending another wave of pleasure through him. Morty bit back another moan as Rick slid his hands up under his shirt to tease the bulge of Mortys’s egg stuffed tummy. 

“Nah, baby. The Sanchez women are blessed by Diane's good genes. You get your athletic build from me. Y-you sure as hell didn't get it from your dad.” Rick chuckled, still rubbing along Morty's soft, sensitive skin while grinding his crotch on Morty's plump little ass. “But a few more clutches of eggs and we might be able to get you close.”

Morty missed the last teasing comment as the psychic pull of his little hitchhikers got his brain stuck on the thought of Diane. Diane, his grandma, another person Rick had knocked up . She was the ultimate testament to how virile his grandfather was, proof of his legacy , proof he was their da - . Morty squirmed from the unwanted thoughts as much as he did from Rick's fingers groping his sensitive baby bump.

“Oh, by the way, got you a little something. Try it on before we leave.” Rick said, pulling back his hand from Morty’s face, he reached into his coat to retrieve the plastic package from his pocket, tossing it on Morty’s bed. 

Morty looked at it in confusion until Rick slid his hand out from under Morty’s shirt and gave the kid a slight push forward. Morty stumbled before catching himself on the edge of his bed. He picked up Rick’s ‘gift’, checking it over skeptically before looking back at his grandfather who leaned against his door, a smug look over his face.

Morty looked back down at the package, feeling the thin plastic under his fingers as he squeezed into the small colorful folded cloth inside. The familiar face of a teen girl smiled back at him. Familiar because it was his face, on a girl. It was a Morty, specifically a Morticia. He had only ever seen one girl version of himself while they were on the Citadel but Rick had assured him there were more than just that one out there. Morticias were just another Morty variant, after all. Morty swallowed hard, staring down at his own feminine face before finally thinking of something to say.

“Rick, t-these are girls underwear…” Morty said, struggling to sound serious but feeling the small excited quiver in his voice.

"These are underwear for Mortys, from the Citadel.” Rick corrected, still smirking, “They’re in the Morticia style to give you room for your expanding assets . Try them on, I w-wanna make sure they fit before we leave.”

Morty huffed, tearing open the packaging to pull out the undergarments. Inside the package were six folded squares in white, yellow and blue, each decorated with different patterns and small adornments. Morty felt his face heat up by ten degrees as realization dawned on him upon unfolding one of the little squares into a very distinct shape. The fabric was white with wide blue horizontal stripes and a little yellow ribbon sewn on the front of the waistband, these were more than just girls underwear, they were panties… girls panties… and Rick wanted him to wear them… 

Morty stood frozen for a long moment, staring at the underwear in his hands, his face bright red. Now that Rick mentioned it, his pants had been feeling a bit… tight recently. He was hoping it wasn't too noticeable but yesterday when went to grab his backpack from his locker he had seen Brad and a few of his football friends eyeing him from across the hall. He knew his belly bump was hidden by his hoodie but he had no way to effectively cover his widened hips and now eye-catching butt. They hadn't said anything but now as Morty reached down to slide his pants off his hips he wished that they had.

Rick watched from his place against the door as Morty hooked his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and attempted to pull them down only to have the fabric catch on his fat little ass. The boy huffed before relenting and reaching for the button instead, unzipping his pants to actually get enough room to take them off. Rick leered, watching Morty step out of his pants, as tight as his jeans had been around his ass, his old boxers were somehow even tighter. His butt must have grown even more since he put them on this morning. If they had waited any longer he would have had to cut the kid out of them with a pair of trauma shears.   

Morty tried to steady his shaking hands as he pushed down his boxers off his hips and down his legs before kicking them off next to his pants on the floor. Morty glanced back behind his shoulder, Rick still stood leaning against the door smirking as he watched Morty pick up the blue and white panties, bending back over to step into them. Rick grinned at his grandson’s perfect heart shaped butt as he bent over to slide the feminine shaped fabric up his slender calves and up his plump thighs until it slowly crested the swells of his pert ass. He didn’t know if it was on purpose or if Morty’s hands had slipped but he heard the satisfying sound of the elastic waistband against Morty’s hips as he snapped the panties into place. 

Morty stood in his new underwear as his mind spiraled, his old boxers had been so tight around his butt all of today but these new panties were tight in another way. They had plenty of room around the ass, the fabric was soft and elastic enough he wasn’t worried about outgrowing them if he got any bigger next week but they felt almost sinfully tight around his swiftly hardening cock and snug balls. He couldn’t tell what was getting him so worked up; if it was Rick teasing from before, Rick watching him now or how he felt like a huge pervert standing here in his own room in girls panties. Morty clutched the front of his shirt, pulling it down to try and hide his growing bulge now swaddled in the soft cotton.

Rick couldn't help the chuckle that rose in the back of his throat as he watched Morty fumble with his shirt. The boy really was too cute for his own good. Rick had half a mind to push his blushing grandson down, rip off his new panties and fuck him on his own bed with his mother one room over. But with all his teasing they were already running late to meet up with his contact on Planet Squanch… Well, one more quick tease then they'd leave. 

Rick stepped up, quickly clearing the distance to loom behind Morty. He brought his hands down to run over Morty's bare legs before catching the fabric that rested on the joint where his legs met his pelvis, testing the fabric to make sure it wasn’t too tight. He felt Morty shiver under him, a whine caught in his throat as he balled his fists even harder into the yellow of his T-shirt.

“You look so cute like this Morty. A-all you need is a pair of thigh highs and you’d make the perfect little camboy. What do you say baby, should we turn your stream on and let your audience see?” Rick teased, his fingers rubbing circles on Morty's soft skin under his panties.

Cute… Rick thought he was cute . Morty’s heart beat out of control inside the prison of his ribcage. He wanted to moan and whine and beg for Rick to keep touching him, to fuck him, to fill him, to do anything . Instead he bit his lip and mumbled a small “S-s-screw you…” Rick laughed as he pulled away taking a step back while reaching into his coat to grab his portal gun. 

“We’ll get to the screwing soon. For now though, put your pants back on. O-once we get back to Squanchy’s place with the goods, I'll give you a screw worth waiting for.” Rick grinned, dialing in the coordinates as Morty hurriedly pulled his jeans back on, struggling with the button as Rick fired the portal.

Almost drowned out by the squelching wet pop of the opening portal both humans turned to the quiet rap of knuckles against Morty’s closed door. Panic bloomed over Morty’s face before Rick stepped up. 

“Go. I'll take care of it.” Rick assured him. Morty’s eyes flicked nervously between Rick, his door and the portal before he nodded, stepping through the portal, leaving his grandfather to answer in his stead.

Rick crossed the three steps over to Morty's door, pulling it open to see Beth standing on the other side. Her hand was still raised after her half hearted knock. “Oh, Dad there…there was just one, uh one more thing I wanted to ask before you left...” Beth said, pulling her arm behind her back to nervously wring her hands out of sight.

Rick cocked his unibrow, looking down at her before softening his expression. “O-of course, sweetpea. What is it?”

“Dad, I, I… when I was looking at Morty, it seemed like… I just wanted to…” Beth trailed off as she caught sight of the glowing portal over her father's shoulder. She had practiced what she wanted to say while standing outside the door but now she couldn't get the words out. Looking back up at her father she bit the inside of her cheek hard and surged the words out. “Dad, I need to know. Nothing… n-nothing fucked those eggs into my son, r-right?”

Rick was caught off guard for just a second before he composed himself. Everyday he was reminded of just how smart Beth was, of how much she could notice and figure out all of her own, of how much she was just like him. “Beth, I would never let anything like that happen to Morty.” Rick lied. “You have my word.” 

Beth smiled, she looked so relieved as she nodded her head watching her father step back and disappear through the portal.

6 Days until Easter (Monday the 14th)

Summer sat on the couch, annoyance clear on her face as she stared down at her phone. Nancy was supposed to be here to pick her up an hour ago so that she, Summer and Tricia could carpool down to Long Beach for Spring Break, but no! Nancy had a huge fight with her step-mother and was struggling to get permission to use the car. If Summer had known about this before right now she would have asked her Mom to use the car for the week.

Summer huffed, her only comfort in the moment was Morty laying on the couch next to her, his head in her lap, a smile on his face as he napped by her side. She gently ran her fingers through his loose brown curls. She set down her phone on the armrest, willing it to ring without looking at it. Instead she busied her mind looking down at Morty.

The two of them hadn't spent a quiet moment together like this since they were kids. When she had turned 10 she felt like she was too old to be hanging out with her obnoxious little dork of a brother. It hadn't been fair to him, he was only 7 back then and didn't know why his big sister had grown so mean and distant. Looking back on it now she felt a pang of guilt in her heart.

Morty purred under her touch, snuggling a little deeper into her leg as she combed through his soft hair. She pushed the feeling aside and looked down at her little brother. He had become so sweet the past week, not like a puppy or a kitten but more like a little bunny. He would bound around the house so full of energy, chipper and giggling but then would plop down on the couch to snuggle up to whoever was around. Summer hated to admit it, but it was super cute. She had even managed to snag a few videos of Morty being adorable. She wasn’t sure if it would be for blackmail later or just to remind her of this good time they had together.

Even with the slight smile on her face a darkness tugged on her heart. This cute little bunny of a boy wasn’t really her brother, it wasn’t actually him. His happy, cuddly demeanor was all ‘thanks’ to Rick's eggs. Rick's eggs, everyone had been calling them Morty's eggs but Summer knew the truth, whatever had happened was Rick's fault. She knew it was…

Almost as if her thoughts had summoned him, her grandfather walked into the living room from the kitchen, a fresh beer in his hand. He caught sight of Summer on the couch and came around the back to lean over it, his elbows resting over the back, holding his condensation wet bottle a few inches from Morty’s shoulder.

Rick looked between his grandkids, studying the cold expression over Summer's face before speaking. “I thought you were supposed to be gone all week for, f-for Spring Break?”

“Auuuuggh!” Summer groaned softly trying not to wake Morty up but she couldn’t stop the way her fingers tightened in his hair, “It's just teen girl bullshit, Grandpa Rick, you wouldn't care.”

“Fair enough, I don't care.” Rick replied, casting his eyes down to look at Morty resting in Summer’s lap. 

Summer didn't look up at her grandfather as she continued carding her hand through Morty’s chestnut curls. She could almost feel Rick’s deep, piercing eyes on the boy… her next words were colder than steel and twice as sharp. “So, are you gonna keep him like this?”

Rick repressed the sneer that wanted to spread over his lips. Summer really was too smart for her own good and unlike Beth she wasn’t afraid of standing up to Rick. His gaze flicked to her but Summer’s own hazel eyes stayed on the sleeping boy snuggled in her lap. They both heard a notification chime out from Summer’s phone but neither moved or acknowledged it. 

“I’m sure some Ricks do.” Rick said after a long heavy pause, “I’m sure some of them have their Mortys chained up in the sub-basement, blissed out of their minds, constantly pumped full of eggs. Writhing and moaning like, l-like mind broken fuck dolls…” Rick’s eyes left Summer’s face, slowly tailing down Morty’s sleeping form to land on where his shirt had lifted up, exposing his noticeably rounded tummy. His soft skin almost seemed to glow in the early afternoon light that shown in through the sliding glass doors of the living room. Rick could feel Summer tense hardly a foot away from where his arms rested on the couch. 

“I can see the appeal. The eggs he has stuffed in him are worth a fortune.” Rick admitted coldly, pressing on despite how ridged Summer was next to him, “The short turnaround time on the eggs plus the building transformative property of them are a powerful combo. M-most Mortys are notoriously easy to break too… a few dozen clutches of eggs in and you’d have some impressively sexed-up obedient little slaves to sell off to some very bad, very rich criminals; a-and it’s not hard for a Rick to get his hands on more Mortys either, you could just keep the cycle going…” 

Rick looked back to Summer, who had gone deathly still, her hand had slid out of Morty’s hair to rest on his face over his eyes, almost as if trying to shield the boy from the horrors he couldn’t see or hear. Warmth flooded through Rick’s cold heart at the overprotective act. Summer really was a perfect confidant for the fucked up scientist.

“Unfortunately for me, I actually like our Morty the way he is. The way he normally is. I wouldn’t do that to him, one clutch i-is enough for me. But for real, that shit is addictive as fuck. If you try to chain lay them i-i-it’ll fuck up your brain chemistry real bad, you’d end up with a permanent case of Bimbo Brain a-a-and holes so wet that-.” Rick paused his intrusive rambling to look back at Summer. Her expression had softened, enough so she didn’t look like she was on the verge of snapping Rick’s neck at least, before the slight cringe set in. Hedging his bets Rick shifted topic, “Morty’ll be fine Summer. I appreciate you looking out for him, though.”  

Another long pause deafened the air before Summer nodded, lifting her hand off Morty’s face who in turn rolled over burrowing even closer to his sister and potential savoir, if it had come to that. “I trust you, Grandpa Rick.” Summer whispered almost reluctantly, still looking down at her snoozing little brother. Summer reached over to check her phone, a small ‘finally’ slipping out as she dropped it into the front of her bra. “Nancy’s on her way, would you mind-” She asked, motioning to the sleeping Morty on her.

“Yeah, no problem Sum-sum.” Rick answered, handing Summer his open bottle as he reached over, lifting his sleeping grandson into his arms so Summer could stand up without stirring the boy. Summer headed toward the front door, grabbing her duffle bag from Jerry’s arm chair. She looked back to see Rick take her seat on the couch, Morty snuggled in his lap with his head resting on their grandfather’s shoulder. Summer stepped back to hand him his beer once the two settled. “Have fun on Spring Break kiddo, don’t O.D. O-oh, and if you try to tell Morty I said any of this, I-I’ll vaporize you and replace you with a decoy.”

Summer smirked, rolling her eyes as she walked off, her duffle tossed over her shoulder, “Yeah, sure thing you big softie!” She called out as she headed out the front door, leaving Rick and Morty to enjoy their own Spring Break without her. 

2 Days Before Easter (Friday the 18th)

Easter was only two days away. Jerry was buzzing with excitement; Jerry Smith loved all Holidays. His parents had made each and every one so special for him when he was growing up, now he had his own kids to try and make the holidays great for. Admittedly, he had a lot more success with his endeavors when his kids were younger and they were still full of child-like wonder and love for their dear old dad. Now though, in no small part due to Beth and her general distaste for festivities, when she wasn’t drunk of course, his kids felt like they were too old to enjoy the magic of American Holidays.

The biggest blow to his fatherly pride was last year when Morty had turned 13 and insisted he was too old to ‘play pretend’ and celebrate dumb stuff like Easter, Thanksgiving or even the Fourth of July. Jerry wasn’t sure if this was a normal part of growing up, he never felt too old to celebrate anything, or if this development was hurried on by the influence of his wife and her joy sucking father who had recently crashed back into their lives only a few months before Morty’s 13th birthday.

But this year was a return to form for the Smith house. Jerry sat at the kitchen table surrounded by piles of spring time craft supplies; woven Easter Baskets, fake paper grass, huge swaths of construction paper, crayons, scissors, and glitter glue. A dozen bags of different pastel packaged candies and gold foiled chocolate rabbits littered the table as a carton of hard boiled eggs sat front and center between the table's two occupants. Jerry turned to his right, his white bunny eared headband bobbing slightly as he smiled wide at his son sitting next to him who smiled right back, his own pink ears standing at attention. 

When Morty had stumbled downstairs earlier today he had half expected his son to follow his ‘too old for it’ attitude from last year but instead the teen had almost squealed in excitement, joining his father with a dopey look of pure childlike joy on his sunny face. Jerry had handed a matching bunny eared headband to his partner in holiday craft crime. The boy had put it on without a single complaint and Jerry had nearly teared up at the sight. 

The two of them had already filled Easter baskets for everyone in the family, even Rick to Jerry’s disdain but Morty had insisted he deserved one just like Beth and Summer did. Morty shoveled jelly beans into his mouth, he picked out any blue beans and pushed them over for his dad to eat, while Jerry grabbed the jug of vinegar under the table to ready the dyes for the Easter eggs. He had filled two small colorful cups before fumbling the jug as the front door slammed particularly hard, shaking the entire front of the house. Morty whipped around to see Rick stop in front of the dining room while Jerry grabbed some paper towels to stop the spreading vinegar from ruining any of the many paper crafts on the table. 

Rick stood, sneering as he took in the sight of the hokey holiday crap that was piled high on the kitchen table. Jerry looked over from mopping up, a complaint on his lips before the words died in his throat at the look on his father-in-law’s face. Instead he fell silent, a nervous look in his hazel eyes. Morty on the other hand smiled lovingly, tilting his head slightly at Rick’s sour look, causing his fake bunny ears to wobble cutely. 

Rick Sanchez wouldn’t consider himself addicted to adventures but he was a man well acquainted with withdrawal. Over the past week he had tried to go out into space on his own for various errands and exploits but without Morty by his side it just wasn’t the same. He had decided to just stick planet-side for the rest of the week but he couldn’t deny feeling like a tiger pacing its cage while stuck on Earth.

On the way back from the shitty Seattle bar that had been filled with its moronically boring humans on this void-forsaken planet, Rick had promised he wasn’t going to make this Morty’s problem. He planned to hole himself in his room and spend the day drinking until the annoyance of being banned from another Earth establishment faded into a drunken stupor. But seeing his adorably innocent, pregnant bunny-eared bimbo boy-wife of a grandson staring up at him with love in his half lidded eyes Rick’s cock throbbed powerfully as he changed his mind.

Rick stalked forward, snatching Morty by the arm as he pulled the now giggling boy out of his seat. “I need Morty for a while, Jerry.” Rick growled as Jerry shrunk down, watching the seething old scientist drag Morty toward the garage. Half of him wanted to call out and stop him but he knew it was best to mind his own business and keep his head down when Rick was in such a foul mood. Instead, Jerry picked up an invisible crayon in his sweating hand, doodling zig zags, polka dots and spring chicks on the shells of blank eggs to quiet his shaking nerves.

Rick wretched open the door to the garage storming in with Morty still in his grasp, slamming the door behind him hard. Morty looked at the strong, calloused hand that held him; somewhere far in the back of his mind he worried about the coming bruise but the part that was actually in control swooned at the crushing grip. He was just glad that Rick was touching him. His mind buzzed with the hope that they might touch more.

Rick pushed Morty in front of him, lifting him up to pin his giggling grandson against the edge of his work bench, bringing the boy’s ass level with his crotch without having to crouch. “Garage, lock the door and activate soundproofing.” Rick growled into Morty’s ear as his baby boy shivered in anticipation. A loud click sounded from behind the two horny males.

Morty shuddered in Rick’s grip as the old man’s hands dug into the tender flesh of his thighs through Summer’s borrowed grey sweatpants. With Morty held in place by Rick’s legs he brought his hand up to the waistband to tug down the thick, loose fabric that kept him from appreciating his grandson’s maternally plumped flesh. Rick looked down to see the yellow pair of panties that covered his fat little ass, the intent of the light blue hearts that dotted the fabric not lost on Rick’s horny, frustration fueled brain. They had other patterns and colors on the Citadel but it was obvious why this set was the bestseller. Rick’s hand unhooked from the sweats to land a hard smack against Morty’s panty clad posterior. Rick smirked watching how it jiggled enticingly under the stretched fabric as Morty moaned from the rough stimulation. 

Cursory slap out of the way Rick pulled down the offending panties too, leaving Morty bare assed. Pinned as he was against the edge of the work bench his little cocklet was still covered by the cloth of his panties and Summer’s sweats. Rick considered for a moment granting the boy mercy by freeing his member but decided keeping his little boner covered would make clean up easier, this was a quick ass fuck for Rick to get his frustration out and to appease Morty’s cum hungry hole. 

Morty’s fingertips braced against the bench as he pushed back into Rick’s crotch, grinding his bare ass against Rick’s pants covered cock. Morty could already feel how worked up his grandfather was. The poor little bimbo didn’t know why his lover was so upset but he was sure he would feel better, they would both feel better , after Rick fucked him stupid… or more stupid, stupider… thinking had gotten really hard in the past few days but Morty didn’t care, all he cared about was how good it felt. How good everything felt, how he always wanted to feel like this… Struggling through his clouded thoughts Morty finally managed to whine out, “C-c-c-come on… c-come on, pleeeaase…” 

“Damn, baby, sounds like you want this more than I do…” Rick chuckled darkly, rocking his hips forward pushing Morty a little further onto the bench. The boy’s now rock hard dick squishing against the surface of the counter trapped in his cute panties. “Don’t worry, grandpa isn’t gonna make his sweet little slutty wife wait.” Rick breathed out into Morty’s ear as he undid his own pants one handed while the other wrapped around Morty’s neck, holding him steady.

Freeing his massive, hardening erection, Rick slid it teasingly between Morty's plump cheeks, hotdogging the boy with a few hard thrusts while Morty moaned in desperation. It was about time Rick put the kid’s unbeknownst changes to the test. He had been gentle with the boy over this past week but Morty’s hole should have reached the peak of egg laying readiness now that there were only two days left in his incubation period. Well, one and half since they eggs wouldn’t be able to finish out their last few hours in Morty.   

Rick looked down at his huge cock sandwiched between the rosy cheeks of Morty’s new improved ass, he had always been porn-star proportioned and it scratched the back of his brain that Morty matched now. His right hand ran up the small exposed bit of Morty’s thigh in the softest touch before sinking his fingers into the boy's butt, spreading his cheek open enough to see his pink, twitching star as it bubbled a thick bead of blue slime around his entrance. Rick took a deep breath savoring the smell of his horny companion before pulling his hips back to align his tip with Morty’s clenching ring as the boy mewled from the feeling.

Morty shivered in anticipation as Rick pulled him open exposing his anus to the cool air of the garage. He readied himself for Rick’s fingers only to be met instead by the imposingly large head of his grandfather’s raging erection. W-wait… he… he wasn’t going to… to go in dry, was he..?

Panic wrapped Morty’s brain, vivid enough to push through the constant chemical haze he had been subjected to these past two weeks. Morty gasped as Rick pushed forward, “W-w-wait! R-Rick, your, y-you’re not gonna, y-y-y-you can’t! You’re too big, I-I-I’m n-not--”

“Shut up, Morty. I know what I’m doing…” Rick’s hand tightened around the boy’s small throat, growling in his ear. He continued his unrelenting push into Morty’s ass as the boy tried to thrash in his grasp but his pathetic whimpering only urged Rick forward until the head of his cock slipped inside the yielding flesh. Morty’s eyes shot open as Rick’s cock pushed into his unprepared ring but instead of the excruciating tearing Morty was expecting his ass opened up like a perfectly lubed onahole.

“Hell f-fucking yes…” Rick groaned as an appreciative rumble rolled through his chest. He pushed forward into the tight wet heat of Morty’s fully developed hole. As Rick had anticipated, the eggs had transformed his grandson’s body into the perfect incubator. Rick’s dick felt like it was melting as he hilted himself in the sweltering, sopping wet, perfectly stretched sheath of his beloved little bimbo sidekick. Morty moaned and writhed as he was filled with his grandfather's magnificent cock, it felt like it was made exactly to fit his starving hole. Bliss exploded behind his eyes as he felt the head of Rick’s cock make contact with the clutch of the eggs planted deep inside him. 

Psychic energy flooded Morty’s brain as the eggs murmured in jubilation and reverence from their sire’s sudden proximity. Rick could feel them too. He was aware of the psionic ability of the eggs and had even briefly felt them himself back in Morty’s room nearly two weeks ago but he was psionically versed enough to rebuke their presence back then. Now, so close to hatching, he could sense the massive psychic kick-back as his dick made contact while fully hilted in Morty’s guts. 

Rick opened his mind to the eggs, welcoming the presence into his own thoughts. It was easy to see how Morty had become so overwhelmed by their power. Sorting through the alien murmurs and intrusive feelings Rick picked out a specific tangent that Morty must have been tamping down since he first started hearing the eggs. Smirking, Rick wrapped his hand a bit tighter around Morty’s throat, tilting the boy’s head back as he loomed over him, his deep brown eyes locking with Morty’s hazy blues from above as the boy’s fake bunny ears laid flat against Rick’s sweater clad chest.

Rick pulled his hips back slowly, watching Morty’s face contort in pleasure at the feeling of the massive member sliding through his sensitive, suckling tunnel. Rick rammed himself back in, setting a punishing pace aided by the thick blue slime that flooded Morty’s ass. 

“You little whore,” Rick groaned, staring down into Morty’s blissed out eyes, “How long have you been pushing this down, huh? Come on little bunny, you know you wanna say it. I wanna hear it. Our babies wanna hear it.” 

“R-r-rick, I-I-I-” Morty gasps, gazing longingly up at his grandfather through bleary eyes. On top of Rick’s expert thrusts through his hyper sensitive tunnel, Morty could feel the accompanying pressure from his tummy as the eggs squirmed in delight from the old man’s acknowledgement.

“T-that’s not it, Morty. Come on, I wanna hear it from that slutty little mouth of yours… F-fucking say it!” Rick growled from above the boy, his tempo stuttering from the pure heaven round his rod. He was already close, he could feel his orgasm building as his heavy balls hammered into the the back of Morty’s barely uncovered thighs, promising the boy a thick load as soon as he would just say it . 

“D-d-d-... Daddy ! P-please fuck me, Daddy !!” Morty cried out, moaning as the words he’d been fighting against bubbled out of his reluctant mouth. Like a dam bursting, Morty came with the lewd words on his quivering lips. A cute, little load of fresh cream flooded the inside of his panties as his ass constricted around Rick’s cock as his grandfather kept pummeling his baby boy’s perfect little egg pussy .  

“Fuck!” Rick groaned, hilting deep in his grandson, his cock erupting in a deluge of thick virile cum, basting Morty’s eggs in another round of potent, fertilizing sperm. The thought of knocking Morty up again gripped Rick's mind making him cum even harder. “T-that’s it, baby. S-such a good little boy for Daddy. Daddy’s good little breeding bunny, Morty. Your fucking ass was made for me, baby. Daddy w-wants to keep you knocked up forever… w-wanna give you all kinds of babies… Fuck…”

Spurred on by the psychic after-shock of the satisfied eggs, Rick and Morty stayed in combined bliss for a long shared moment before Morty fell limp in Rick’s arms. The old scientist calmed down, still holding Morty gently against his chest while they both caught their breath. Pulling back Rick watched his spent cock slide from Morty’s abused hole as a river of spunk and blue slime flooded from the boy’s body, dripping down his thighs before soaking his underwear. Rick appreciated the sight before pulling the boy’s panties up, snapping the waistband over his hips as the kid weekly moaned. Rick smiled seeing the dark, damp spot around Morty’s crotch before pulling his sweat pants back up to hide the evidence of their secret coupling. 

Letting go of Morty, Rick set the boy down on his own two feet before stepping back to fetch a clean rag to wipe himself off with. Morty leaned against the workbench while his unsteady legs wobbled under him, he could already feel the bruises forming on the front of his thighs from where Rick had held him against the work bench. He rubbed the sensitive marks under his sweats feeling satisfied inside and out. His mind swam as his little hitchhikers hummed in appreciation from all the attention they had gotten, thrilled Morty had finally come around to recognizing Rick as their Daddy. 

Now back in his own slacks, Rick looked Morty over. The only evidence of their activities was Morty’s flushed face, unfocused eyes, skewed bunny ears and the dopey grin the boy wore as he looked up at his beloved grandfather. Deeming it good enough, Rick grabbed Morty’s arm, leading him back into the dining room, reaching into his coat to grab his flask for a quick drink on the way.

Jerry perked up at the sound of the garage door opening as Rick made his way back over with Morty still in his grip. The old scientist dropped the boy back into the seat next to his father. Morty couldn’t suppress the giggle that bubbled from his throat as he felt his cum soaked undies squish against his little package and soft butt. Jerry sighed in relief as Morty smiled up at him; it seemed like whatever had happened in there hadn’t been anything bad. Jerry reached forward, nudging his son’s headband back in place. Morty smiled appreciatively before his eyes shifted slightly in Rick’s direction.

“Daddy, c-could you get me a drink?” Morty asked innocently, a mischievous smirk flashing across his face.

“...uh, sure kiddo.” Jerry said a bit confused, Morty hadn’t called him daddy since he was five. Jerry started to push himself up from the table before Rick stopped in his tracks.

“I-I’ll get it Jer. I, I-I’m alre- eeaug -ady up after all.” Rick belched slightly, quickly turning to make his way back into the kitchen. Jerry lowered himself back into his seat, confusion still clear on his face.

A minute later Rick returned, a full glass of orange juice in his hand. He stopped between Morty and Jerry, leaning forward to set the glass down where it was out of the way of the various crafts strewn around the table. Before he could pull away Morty pressed a quick kiss to his jaw line, “Thank you, grandpa~ .”

Rick stood up, rubbing his jaw as he stepped back mumbling as he walked away, “Yeah, yeah. W-whatever…”

Morty smiled, picking up his juice as Rick made his way out of the dining room, heading to his own room to drink himself unconscious. Jerry looked up from his grinning son to see his usually cranky, stoic father-in-law. Before he left he could swear, just for a second, he saw the old man… blush.  Once more Jerry Smith decided it was best to mind his own business.

“So, ready to dye some eggs, buddy?” Jerry asked as Morty enthusiastically nodded his head, setting his drink back down to enjoy some more Easter activities with his dear old dad.

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Easter Morning: 4 am

Rick opened his eyes. He silenced the alarm that blared in his head as he freed his arm from Morty’s blankets to check the time on his watch. 4 am… Jerry would be leaving at 6 to pick up Joyce, Leonard and Jacob from the airport, he’d be back at 8 and the family would be leaving for Church at 9:30… 

Fucking church… Jerry had wanted to go to the earliest service but Rick had explained, again , that Morty would need to sleep in; laying the eggs would take a toll on the kid and his body needed the extra time to recover. Beth had insisted that she should be there to help Morty through it. She was a certified animal midwife, after all, even if her experience was exclusively horse based. Rick didn’t have the heart to tell her Morty would spend the whole time locked in mind wracking orgasm and had instead brushed the topic off. He lied that her son would be unconscious for the procedure and this was an alien matter Rick had first hand experience with. Beth had reluctantly agreed but the concern was clear on her face.

Rick sighed through his nose, looking down at the sleeping teen who laid in his arms. The boy snuggled into the old man as he had every night over the past week and a half. Every day Rick and Morty had said goodnight to the family and had retreated into Morty’s room to crawl into bed together. When Morty was feeling frisky they would portal down to Rick’s room to fool around with a little more distance from their sleeping family, just across the hall or one room over, then portal back upstairs to feign innocence.

It was hard to admit but they did look innocent like this. None of the family had mentioned it being strange that the old man and his grandson had been sleeping in the same bed. Summer had even snuck a picture one early morning and showed it to Rick. From the outside looking in, the two of them tucked into Morty’s bed looked sweet. Even if Rick knew he had his hands stuffed down the back of Morty’s pants in that picture. 

Rick stared down at Morty’s soft sleeping face as he reminisced about the past week. Feeling he had wasted enough time Rick extracted himself from the warmth of Morty’s bed, careful not to wake the boy up yet. He stretched in the quiet darkness before turning to scoop up his pajama clad grandson. Rick rested the sleeping teen against his hip as he held him seated on one arm, careful not to apply any pressure to Morty’s fecund middle. With his other hand Rick grabbed his Portal gun off the side table from where it sat next to his old Elephant lamp. With  the coordinates to the sub-basement already set Rick shot a portal against Morty’s closed door and stepped into the swirling green light, emerging down in the fifth floor of the sub-basement.

Rick set Morty down gently on the metal examination table that dominated the central space of the room. He busied himself readying the necessary materials for the egg laying. Upon touching down on the cold metal of the table Morty groaned and pulled his limbs in to fight against the frigid steel under him. He blinked his eyes open against the dim lighting of the unfamiliar space, barely registering the white of Rick’s lab coat as the scientist paced around. Morty’s hands came up to rub his tummy, a small comfort he had come to rely on to settle his nerves over the past week as he felt the low psychic hum of the spawn inside him. Morty closed his eyes and hummed back before he heard approaching footsteps over the metal floors.

Stepping close, Rick set his hand on Morty’s shoulder gently shaking the boy as he spoke. “Morty, buddy. You, y-you gotta get up, it’s time for the eggs.”

Morty mumbled slightly, fluttering his eyes open to look up at his grandfather looming above him against the low fluorescent lighting of the sub-basement. A smile ghosted over his lips as he spoke softly, sleep still clinging to him, “M-more eggs..? Well, I guess I h-have room for a, a-a few more…”  

“Not more eggs, baby. Hell, you’ve already got a double batch in there. It’s time to lay them, I-I promised Jerry I’d have ‘em out before breakfast.” Rick smiled back, he knew Morty was just only kidding but Rick had pushed it with how many eggs he had stuffed into the kid. Typical a Jorunnous laid between 7-12 eggs. 20 was considered a double clutch, something that wasn’t too uncommon but it was usually only reserved for beings the aliens had impregnated before and the little creatures knew their chosen host could take it. Rick should have started with only 10 of the eggs but he couldn’t risk losing the second batch. He had decided to throw caution to the wind and hoped Morty’s mind and body could endure. “Come on, sit up. Take these and, a- euaagh- nd get your clothes off.”

Morty groggily pushed him up as Rick handed him a pair of pills, one circular and pink and the other hexagonal and blue. Morty rubbed his eyes glancing down at the pills in his hand before looking up to ask, “Can I get some water?” Despite how often Rick made his swallow unknown medications he still hated doing it dry. 

Already expecting the question, Rick turned around his flask in hand as he offered it to the teen on the table. Morty scrunched his face in response.

“N-no way, y-you’re not supposed to take pills with alcohol.” Morty said disapprovingly, puffing his cheeks up in adorable defiance. “P-plus I-I-I’m pregnant so that’s a double no!”

Rick rolled his eyes at the kid’s stern proclamation; he was only going to be pregnant for another hour, hour and a half tops. Plus, booze wouldn’t have any negative side effects on the eggs, the old man knew that from first hand experience. Rick flicked open the cap of his flask, bringing it to his lips for a slow pull while Morty glared at him. But the kid didn’t budge. Finishing his drink Rick sighed, reaching into his coat to pull out his portal gun, “Fine, f-fucking waste of portal fluid but whatever his highness wants…”

Rick stepped through the portal returning before it had time to close with a water bottle from the upstairs fridge in his hand. Morty smiled wide as Rick handed over the cold plastic bottle. “Thank you~!” The kid hummed gladly as he dropped his sour expression letting his bimbo joy overwhelm him once more as he threw back the pills followed by the cold water.

Now hydrated and mysteriously medicated, Morty capped his water bottle leaning over to set it down on the floor. He watched Rick turn as he went back to his preparations, tapping away at a console by the wall, checking charts and data that meant nothing to the teen up on the slab. Morty doubted he’d be able to make heads or tales of the readings even at his normal intelligence. Instead Morty busied himself with Rick’s second task and started to unbutton his pajama shirt, he slid it off as he shivered at the cool dry of the sub-basement. Next he pulled off his pj bottoms, folding the soft yellow garments and setting them down on the edge of the table.

Morty ran his hands over the lace band of his panties. He couldn't see them over the swell of his tummy but he had spent a long time looking at them last night before putting them on. They were pure white with a frilled lace around the waistband and leg holes. The pair seemed too sexy to belong to the more childlike colors and patterns of the set Rick had gotten him last week. They reminded him of something a bride would wear on her wedding night… Morty’s heart beat so fast every time he remembered Rick calling him his wife… Morty rested his hands on his stomach feeling the eggs praise him . Of course he was, Morty was their daddy's wife… he was their mommy after all…

Rick looked over his shoulder to check on Morty. The kid sat with his hands cradling his rounded tummy, smiling softly down at it. In the course of two weeks the kid had grown to the size of a person in their sixth month of pregnancy; typically Jorunnous Eggs would bring a host closer to 4 or 5 months but the double clutch had pushed the boy just that little bit further. Over the course of the gestation Morty had been progressing even better than expected, almost worryingly so. The whole process went so smooth it seemed like Morty was born to incubate the eggs…

Morty looked up to see Rick's cold, analytical eyes locked onto him. Normally a look like that would have set him on edge but now he just smiled, warm and bright as he cradled his clutch, cradled Rick’s clutch. Their clutch... Caught staring, Rick's expression softened. He stepped forward before setting something down on the table next to Morty. Rick slid his hands around Morty's hips, hooking his fingers into the band of the boy’s pristine white panties. 

“You're so pretty, baby, a-and you even left me a little present. Do you want daddy to unwrap you?” Rick asked with a teasing smile on his face. 

Morty smiled wide, nodding his head as he looked up at Rick with love in his bright blue eyes. Morty lifted his hips as Rick slowly slid the silky fabric down past his maternity fattened butt, plump thighs and shapely calves. Rick pulled them off past the boy's sock covered feet. He was tempted to bring them up to his face to take a whiff, Morty's underwear was his second favorite thing to huff, but he needed to pace himself lest he spend the whole egg laying leaking in his slacks. 

He set the panties down with the rest of Morty’s clothes on the edge of the table. He brought his left hand up to cup his little boywife’s angelic face while the other slid over his tummy. Morty closed his eyes leaning into the touch as Rick's hand moved even lower. Rick leaned in, setting his lips against Morty’s kissing his baby boy softly. Morty hummed into the lips on his own, opening his mouth to let Rick's tongue in. Unbeknownst to the boy locked in his lover’s tender embrace Rick grabbed the syringe from the table, setting it against the underside of Morty's stomach. He quickly pressed the plunger as the concealed needle shot forth, piercing the skin and dumping its chemical payload into Morty.

To his credit the teen didn't flinch back, he only whined into Rick’s mouth as his small fists clenched into his grandfather's sweater. 

Rick pulled back before Morty could wrap his legs around the old man, trapping him for an even longer make out session. Rick tossed the used syringe onto a medical tray a few feet from the examination table. He stepped back, removing his lab coat as he explained. “That injection was Protesterang, i-it's the hormone that tells the eggs it's time to get out. You should start to feel hot in a few minutes, when, w-when that happens just let your instincts take over. The eggs’ll know what to do. In the meantime, socks off.”

“Aw geez, b-but my toes are gonna get cold.” Morty whimpered, bringing his hand down to run over the needle prick that already closed up under his belly button. 

“No buts,” Rick said as he rolled his sweater sleeves up, cuffing them past the elbow, “You're gonna need those grippers out once the eggs start coming. Gonna, g-gonna need the traction, I don't want you slipping off the table…” Rick returned, clipping a pair of leather foot rests on either side of the exam table. He grabbed Morty’s folded clothes, setting them on the tray next to the syringe. Morty huffed but complied pulling off his socks, handing them to Rick who stood with his hand outstretched waiting for them.

Now fully nude Morty pulled his legs up to tuck under himself, glad that the metal table had warmed up under his body heat. While Rick finished up his preparations Morty focused on the new squirming inside his guts. He could feel the egg’s confusion as the hormones pulsed through his body. The eggs were insisting that it wasn’t time yet, they could feel it was too early to leave and Morty found himself agreeing with the little ovums, he didn’t want them out yet. It was too soon…

“R-rick, I don’t…” Morty started, his hands clutching his tummy as he looked down imagining his nervously squirming eggs. His next words faded before reaching his lips as a wave of heat and tension swept his body. Rick looked over his shoulder in time to see color bloom under Morty’s face as he held his shaking hands over his stomach.

“Here we go.” Rick mumbled as he moved back over to Morty. He came up behind the boy at the head of the table, sliding Morty back, maneuvering him toward the edge as he opened his legs to have his feet rest on the added padding on either side of the table. Rick could feel the heat under Morty’s skin as his hands slid over the boy moving him into place for the events to come. Rick had considered a number of humiliating positions he could place Morty into for the egg laying but he decided to be merciful since it was the boy’s first time. He leaned Morty back against his chest as the boy shivered and bucked against the hormones over taking him. 

“R-r-r-rick, I-I-I,” Morty whimpered, writhing against the strong hands that held his firm against his grandfather’s soft, cool chest.

“It’s okay, Morty. Grandpa’s here. It’s gonna be okay…” Rick whispered into Morty’s ear as he ran his hand comfortingly over his belly, his other hand coming down to pet the inside of Morty’s thigh. Morty moaned into the touch as the eggs inside him started to move. They had been resting comfortably, deep inside him but now he felt them shift inside as they beared down, moving both too fast and agonisingly slow through his body.

Rick ran his eyes up and down Morty’s frail body, taking in every twitch, shudder and micro-movement the boy made. His face was flushed, his eyes unfocused and sweat shimmered on his fair skin in the low lighting. Rick held him steady against his thrashing, keeping his touches soft for now. The kid’s sensitivity had been kicked up at least 10 fold and he’d be getting enough stimulation for the eggs moving inside him. Morty’s body should be as ready as it could to lay the eggs, he shouldn’t even need to be stretched any but Rick couldn’t resist the siren’s call of the boy’s newly modded ass as his hand slid against the soft, heat stricken skin of his grandson’s thigh.

Morty’s breath hitched in his throat, a stuttering moan caught on his lips as he felt Rick’s fingertips brush against the pink, puffy star between his spread legs. His toes curled into the leather padding of the table’s added foot rests as strong, calloused fingers prodded the ring of his asshole. With no resistance Rick pushed two fingers into the wet heat of Morty’s relenting body, focusing not on depth but on the yielding muscles of the boy’s anus instead. He knew from his own experience the eggs would move down Morty’s bowles unrestricted but the hardest part was always making past the little ring of muscle. 

His finger’s worked the boy’s ring open more and more, gradually adding fingers and stretching wider preparing for the coming laying as Morty moaned Rick’s name, blushing and writhing in his arms. Rick had considered the most efficient process for this procedure. He had considered strapping Morty down with a pair of stirrups under his legs, anus held wide by a rectal speculum, flushing his system with three to four doses of laying hormones. Hell, if he hadn’t been able to dissuade Beth that’s what he would have had to do to reassure her this was as cold and unfeeling a medical procedure as he had promised. But while Rick worked Morty's hole open as gingerly as he could, the old scientist finally caved and admitted to himself…

He wanted this to feel good for Morty. He wanted the boy to want this. To dream about this scenario and wake up with his little dick so hard he’d have to jerk off for the rest of the night. He wanted this to unlock something new, something dark and forbidden in his little sidekick. He wanted Morty addicted to the feeling. For the only way he could ever experience this bliss again would be to come back to Rick and beg for it. 

He had told Summer he wasn’t going to but deep down Rick wanted this for Morty. To have him chained up in the sub-basement, shivering and leaking, full of eggs and so desperate for more… 

Rick pressed up against Morty, holding the boy close as he shook, babbling incoherently as the eggs writhed downward inside him. Morty’s small hands clutched Rick with a force reserved for people pulled from burning buildings or car crashes. No… it had been so long ago but Rick recognized the hold Morty had on him, it was the same crushing strength Diane had held him with when she was in labor with Beth. It was a force reserved for people bringing new life into the world, but thankfully it wasn’t agony that wracked Morty’s body like it had for his grandmother and his mother before him. No, from Rick’s angle above his squirming lover he could just see the tip of his already erect dick poking out from under his heavy belly as Morty panted on the verge of ecstasy.  

Feeling the crown of the first egg brush against his fingers, Rick pulled his slime soaked finger from Morty’s slightly gaped hole. He trailed his hand up to wrap his hand around Morty’s stiff, leaking cock, kissing his sweat drenched temple as the boy moaned from the contact on his aching shaft. 

“R-r-ri-rick, I-I, I can feel  i-it… It-it’s, th-the first e-egg… It’s c-comming…” Morty moaned deliriously as the huge, soft orb pushed against his hole from the inside. He bucked his hips, fucking Rick’s lube slick hand around his rod. Rick pressed another kiss to the side of Morty’s face, keeping his tight grip around Morty’s cock, rubbing comforting circles on the underside the boy's egg stretched tummy. The one downside from this position was that Rick couldn’t see the egg crest from Morty’s hole but the way the boy whined in his arms gave it away. He took huge ragged breaths as Rick shushed him, petting and reassuring with comforting murmurs. 

Morty remembered how the eggs had looked about the size of Ping Pong balls when he had first seen them. Going in they had felt massive as they struggled against his ring… he knew they must be even bigger now but his heat fried brain couldn’t even assess how big the egg was as it loomed so close to his alien modded hole. It didn’t matter how big they were now, this is what he was made for. It was his sole purpose in life to bring their precious babies into the world and he was so happy to be doing what he was born to do.

A smile broke out over Morty’s sweat drenched face clinging to Rick even harder as he felt the first egg kiss his prepped, soaked hole. The eggs had always spoke as a single unit, a whole being inside him. They were many but at the same time they were one, but now he could hear the sole reassuring presence of the first egg. His newest and soon to be oldest child of the clutch. The egg was huge, blessedly soft and yielding as his body pushed it through the electric ring of his asshole. As it stretched him wide at the height of its circumference, the other eggs surged inside him, rushing to join their sibling as they crashed into his prostate. Morty gasped at the building ecstasy that assaulted him from every direction.

“Cum as much as you want, baby. Grandpa will take care of everything, just focus on how good your little egg pussy feels.” Rick groaned into the boy’s ear, grinding his own stiffening cock against the underside of the examination table.

With Rick's soft breath in his ear Morty bucked, moaning and writhing as he erupted seconds before the first egg emerged with a wet pop, sliding onto the examination table alongside a deluge of blue ooze. Warm cum spurted from Morty’s member coating the underside of his plump tummy and Rick’s hand as his grandfather milked him through the first of many orgasms to come. 

The second egg slid into place, not giving Morty even a second to catch his breath as Rick’s hands kept the pleasure a constant factor that pulled on Morty’s frayed nerves. “That’s it… Just like that. T-that’s one down, Morty. K-keep going, you’re doing so good, baby...” Rick breathed out from behind as he kept his squirming grandson held tight while the boy bucked his hips against the moving eggs inside him.

Rick watched from behind, his own cock half hard in his slacks as the second egg sent Morty shivering and babbling on the heels of his first orgasm. Rick kept his hand around Morty’s still hard dick. With the Clomiphenian citrates he had given the boy pumping through his system, Morty’s little cock would stay hard the whole laying with plenty of cum to spare. It was another slight mercy on Rick’s part so the kid wouldn’t have to keep cumming after his cute balls had emptied out, instead the drug would make them cum factories almost on par with his own heavy nuts. It meant more clean up for him but it was just a little extra bonus for Morty being such a good little incubator... He’d have to remember to get the kid a fluid drip before he passed out from dehydration.

During Rick’s pondering, Morty had managed to push out a third egg, cumming again into Rick’s hand as he diligently and absentmindedly continued his expert handjob. Snapping back to reality, Rick stilled his fingers letting Morty move at his own pace. Rick glanced down to see Morty gasping, panting and smiling. Drool spilled from his grinning lips as his bleary eyes stared vacantly into the dark of the sub basement. Rick smiled behind him, leaning forward to run his tongue along Morty’s face, licking up the sweet saliva that ran from his parted lips. Morty turned his head to the stimuli just enough for Rick to catch his lips for a deep kiss that Morty moaned into feeling the fourth egg milk even more cum out of his pulverized prostate.

Trapped between the excruciating ecstasy of his emerging babies and his daddy holding him firmly from behind Morty floated off into space. No, Morty had been to space before, this must be Heaven. Yeah, that was it... Heaven . He must have died happy, achieving true joy by fulfilling his ultimate purpose … Morty wasn’t sure if any of that made sense but his bimbo brain was so flooded with alien hormones, Rick’s mystery drugs and love it made perfect sense… 

The warm psychic presence of the eggs wrapped his mind in a fuzzy, angelic fog that pushed aside all thoughts of anything that could try to break through. That small, rational part of his mind tried to scream from inside the fog the same mantra it had been preaching to deaf ears this entire time.

                           This was wrong. This should hurt. He should be disgusted, embarrassed, afraid. Rick was using him and if he wasn’t careful it would keep happening. Could he really trust Rick to do the right thing? He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. Rick could keep him like this forever. A pregnant, bimbo fuck pet constantly stuffed with alien spawn and there was nothing Morty could do about it. He was going to lose himself to this. Lose himself to Rick. But he wasn’t listening. What was wrong with him?!  

The voice was so small though, it could scream itself hoarse for all Morty cared. All he cared about was here, now and Rick. He was the happiest he had ever been… 

Rick pulled back from the sloppy make out session with his half conscious grandson. Morty weakly moaned at lack of contact as he fell limp in Rick’s arm. Rick ran his hand over Morty’s slightly diminished stomach. He looked from Morty’s sweaty, flushed tummy to the growing pile of eggs that laid between his open legs. 9 perfectly round, light blue ovals sat in a swamp of deep blue ooze. Rick could see the little white creatures pulse slightly from inside their slightly translucent casing. 

The little aliens had been exposed to the elements for long enough, he should have transferred them to a secure container the second they had emerged but Rick had gotten a little caught up in the moment. Rick shifted his foot to the left, hitting a concealed switch hearing the pressurized hiss of the specimen jar emerge from its secret compartment in the sub-basement’s flooring. He pressed another kiss to Morty’s temple as he pulled his hand away from Morty’s stomach, whispering reassuringly in the kid’s ear.  “You’re doing so good, Morty… Grandpa’s perfect little seed bed, halfway there. Fucking made for this, baby... I'm so proud of you.” 

Rick reached his hand around to pick up the first of Morty’s eggs, it had been pushed aside by its emerging siblings but Rick had kept an eye on it. It had been outside of Morty for the longest and it still had another 12 hours until it was due to hatch. The little egg sat calmly in his large palm, it was about the size of Morty’s two fists clasped together but the kid’s hands were so small it was hardly anything to Rick. He struggled to remember if the eggs he had laid were this size; his memories were hazy for a number of reasons. Regardless, Rick could feel the little psychic hum of the alien inside the squishy casing. 

He smiled down at it, Morty was their incubator and to the eggs that made him their “mother” by the creatures definition but Rick was their actual father, he had modified his sperm to be compatible with the creatures the same day he had altered Morty’s body to be the perfect condition to incubate the eggs. Thinking of them as equals to Beth was a notion Rick had never considered. He had dozens of alien offspring across the cosmos but Beth was his only true child, the only real heir to his name… not that she had kept his name…

Rick’s sour thoughts were soothed by the creature in his hand as it felt its sire’s mood darken for a moment. Morty squirmed in his grasp as the 11th eggs rolled from his spent body, his cock leaking even more wasted seed into Rick’s slick hand as the boy’s body was bullied from inside by his still emerging spawn.

Rick brought himself back into the moment, shaking his head as he psychically thanked the little spawn before reaching down, plunging the egg into the vat of warm goo he had prepared for the clutch earlier that day. The old scientist made quick work of the rest of his brood, picking them up one by one ensuring no harm had come to them and connecting with each one to make sure they were still viable before submerging them into the vat; joining their siblings to finish their incubation outside of Morty. 

19… 19 eggs safe and sound, floated suspended in their warm, dark chamber. One left. They hadn’t lost a single egg, Rick remembered his own clutch nearly 30 years ago and his complications during the procedure. Of his 12 eggs, 3 of them hadn’t hatched by the time Rick had come to. He had wanted to run more through experiments back in the day but he couldn’t risk falling victim to the eggs overwhelming addictive properties. He was glad to have the time now to collect some data on the eggs, after he had cleaned Morty up and sending him back to bed that was. 

Rick held Morty in his arm, petting the boy as he laid unresponsive after nearly a dozen mind breaking climaxes. His cock rested half hard and leaking cum against his semen splatted thigh, deep blue slime clung to his spread, quaking thighs as droplets of the thick goo dripped onto the metal floor. His eyes blinked wearily, soft moans still slipping through his quivering lips. 

“Come on, Morty. L-last one then you’re done.” Rick said, his own cock throbbed in his slacks, pre-cum wetting the dense fabric that struggled to contain his desperate erection. Fuck he was so hard, the faster he could get Morty sorted the faster he could deal with himself. 

Rick watched as Morty weakly bucked his hips as the very last egg rolled from his abused hole. Rick reached forward, snatching the egg and willed it to answer. After a tense few seconds he felt the now familiar murmur in the back of his mind. All 20 eggs had made it… Letting out a relieved sigh Rick reached down, submerging the last egg alongside the rest of the clutch. He double checked the settings before pressing down, settling the container back into its secure location under the floor.

Rick moved his nearly comatose little lover down onto the table, bringing his legs back together. Morty laid there, blissed out of his mind as Rick’s cock throbbed again demanding attention. He’d clean the kid up but first…

Moving around in front of the boy, Rick loomed above him uncaring to the sexual effluvia that covered his hands as he pulled down his zipper, fishing his leaking erection from his underwear and aiming it at Morty’s tired, flushed face. “Open your mouth for Grandpa, Morty…”

Just barely registering what was happening, Morty dumbly nodded his head, opening his mouth just enough to slip his tongue out. Spurred on by Morty’s compliance, Rick pumped his massive cock just inches from his obedient little slut of a wife. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that, such a good boy for me, Morty. Grandpa loves you so fucking much, baby.” Rick groaned, hunching over Morty’s spent form as he jacked off even faster aided by Morty’s excessive cum and egg produced slime. 

“...l-l-lo-lov-e y-you, t-t-too…” Morty mumbled just above a whisper as Rick threw his head back, climax wracking his body as cum exploding over Morty’s lovestruck face. The boy managed a quiet giggle as his grandfather’s thick semen dripped down his lashes, pulling his cum covered tongue back in to taste his seed before closing his eyes and letting exhaustion take him.

Easter Morning: 9 am

Morty woke up, alone for the first time in nearly two weeks. And he was alone, he could feel it. Running his hand over his stomach he could feel it was empty, no psychic thoughts to comfort him or alien feelings to reassure him that he was okay. He was alone. His bed was empty and he was empty. Tears welled in Morty’s eyes as he buried his face into his pillow.  

He should get up… find someone… find anyone… but he couldn’t… he couldn’t get up… why? What was happening..? Why was this happening? Where was Rick? He was supposed to stay with Morty… he had promised to stay with him but now… now he was alone and… 

Morty sobbed into his pillow, clutching it to his face as his thoughts, and only his thoughts, raced. He wasn’t used to this, he wasn’t used to being alone and sad and scared, he hadn’t felt this way since… since before the eggs… where were his-

Morty’s panicked thoughts were suddenly cut short as his door was noisily kicked open. Rick stood in his doorway, smiling as he held a plate of steaming breakfast. “Morning, sleeping beauty! I brought- oh shit! Morty, are you okay!?” 

Rick ran over as Morty looked up through his red, teary eyes, blubbering as his grandfather rushed to his side, setting the plate down on his side table to grab Morty’s face in his large, comforting hands. “Fuck, baby. I d-didn’t mean to leave you alone, I-I-I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast. It’s okay, buddy. Grandpa’s here, i-it’s okay.”

Rick ran his fingers through Morty’s hair as the boy burrowed into Rick’s chest, sobbing wetly. Rick knew the odds of this happening were pretty high but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He had learned that separation from the eggs early was extremely hard on the host, when the Jorunnous hatched they produced counter pheromones to fight the hormone withdrawal making postpartum bearable. Rick had spent hours trying but he couldn’t synthesize anything close enough without a base sample, which the eggs couldn’t produce until they hatched. Rick chose to keep this to himself, he didn’t want to admit his failure to Morty, instead he would just have to endure until the clutch was ready at 4pm.

“It’s all gonna be okay, Morty. I’ll stay with you until the, t-the rest of the day until you can see your eggs again.” Rick fumbled over his words hoping to comforting his distraught lover. The mention of the eggs seemed to calm Morty down a bit as his sobs subsided into sad little hiccups.

Morty peaked his tear stained face from the front of Rick’s coat looking up at his grandfather to ask, “C-can I see them n-now, Rick?  I-I really miss them and I, I-I just feel… empty w-without them.” 

“Sorry buddy, they have to stay downstairs. T-they already got too much light exposure when you had to lay them last night. They’ll be safe down in the lab. They did all the growing they needed inside you, it’s just a few hours until they hatch. I promise you, you’ll be there for it.”  Rick smiled down at Morty, holding firm despite the boy’s puppy-dog eyes. “Here, I brought you food, pancakes and sausage. Jerry made a huge tray of eggs this morning cause he’s fucking insensitive, d-didn’t bring you any of those cause I’m not an asshole.” 

Rick detangled from Morty standing up to hand the kid his plate of hot food and a fork. Typically the Smith house had a strict ‘No eating in bed’ rule but everyone had made an exception for Morty today. Rick stepped over to Morty’s dresser while the boy shoved his food into his face. He couldn’t remember much from last night, but he was starving and there was a strange taste in the back of his mouth. 

Morty looked up as Rick walked back over, setting down a folded outfit onto the edge of his bed before speaking. “Your mom was in here earlier, she picked out this outfit for church. We’re leaving in 25 minutes, you hit the shower a-and I’ll see you down stairs. I’ve been stalling Jerry’s parents for, f-for an hour now and I’m this close to downing my entire stash just to make it through the day. I’m way too sober for this shit.”

Morty nodded his head, shoving the last slice of syrupy cake into his mouth. He handed his plate back to Rick before throwing off his blanket and standing up. His legs shook under him as every muscle in his body objected to the sudden movement. Rick reached forward grabbing Morty before he could face plant onto his bedroom floor. The boy steadied himself with help from his grandfather after a few shaky steps. Rick reluctantly let go but hovered over him as the kid grabbed his clothes, holding them to his chest before making his way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. 

Alone with the door closed, Morty’s heart ached again. He had half wanted to ask Rick to come in with him, just to sit there so he wouldn’t have to be so painfully alone, but Rick was right. It was only a few hours, he would endure it. He’d be fine. Now with just his thoughts he pushed down the angry voice that had been hounding him quietly the past two weeks. He didn’t need to hear any of that now, there would be time to sort through those feelings when he didn’t feel so terrible. 

Morty shucked off his pajama shirt, dropping it onto the floor and grabbed his bottoms pulling them down kicking them off to join his shirt on the floor next to the toilet. Looks like Rick didn't bother to put any underwear on him before sending him back up to bed.

Now standing naked in the bathroom, Morty knew he didn’t have a lot of time but he couldn’t stop himself from checking his reflection in the mirror. He could only see himself from the waist up; with his stomach not so obscenely round he didn’t look pregnant anymore, the water weight that clung to his tummy just made him kinda pudgy. Looking down at himself, his thighs were still full enough to strain around any jeans he would try to fit into. Morty chewed his lip, he turned looking over his shoulder trying to see his butt in the mirror but he was just too short. 

Determined to finally see his ass for himself now that his mind wasn't so clouded by his bimbo persona, Morty dug through the bathroom closet, pulling out the step stool he hadn’t needed since he was eight. Setting it down in front of the bathroom sink Morty stepped up, turning again to finally see himself. Staring at his own reflection in the mirror Morty’s heart hammered in his chest. His normally small butt was just as big as Rick had been teasing him for. Not as big as Summer or Jessica but bigger than any boy his age should have. Morty felt his cheeks tint as his eyes were fixated on it. 

Reaching back Morty felt his own flesh, soft and smooth in his hand. Another sensation hit him as he reeled at the sight, he still felt wet between his butt. He figured Rick would have wiped him down before dressing him but as Morty pulled his cheeks apart he saw more of that thick blue slime coat his ass and even a few drops slid from the vertical slit of his hole. Rick was right, he really did need that shower.

Shaking his head, Morty let go of his ass, the clap of his cheeks sent a shiver up his spine. He hopped down from the stool and made his way to the shower, turning up the heat as much as he could stand and stepped in. He washed himself quickly, his skin was still tingling a little too pleasantly. If he had a bit more time he would have jerked off but he knew everyone was waiting for him downstairs. 

Morty grabbed a towel, drying himself off thoroughly. He grabbed his stack of clean folded clothes, it wasn’t his usual Easter outfit, but instead his “Sunday Best” as his dad called it. It would have been fine church attire but it wasn't the fancy suit his dad had made him wear years before. Morty doubted his suit jacket would fit him in this condition and his mom must have agreed. Thankfully his dress pants had always been a bit big on him. His mom insisted he would ‘grow into it,’ but no one would have thought this was how he'd do it. 

Morty sighed in relief seeing that Rick had also grabbed Morty a fresh pair of panties and socks. Morty quickly grabbed the light blue underwear sliding them up his legs before noticing the sickly, slimy feeling between his cheeks. 

He had just dried himself off though, why was he wet again? Panties stretched over his thighs Morty reached back feeling himself slick with more blue ooze. He thought the eggs were making the goo… why was there still so much inside him…? Was… was he going to be leaking like this all day…? He couldn’t go out like this, he would have to…

Morty chewed on his lip as he considered what to do before a thought hit him. His parents had their own bathroom in the Master bedroom but he, Summer and Rick all shared this bathroom… Summer kept most of her good toiletries in her own room but there was a chance that… Morty stepped back up to the bathroom closet, shifting aside bottles, boxes and towels until he found what he was looking for.

Downstairs Rick stood in the entryway, tapping his foot impatiently. He had heard the shower shut off 7 minutes ago, the kid should be down here by now. Jerry, Joyce, Leonard and Jacob all sat around the kitchen table, still drinking coffee and catching up like they had been for the last hour. Beth and Summer sat in the living room, Summer on her phone while Beth flipped through a novel Rick knew she had already read before. 

Beth looked up from her book, shooting her father a look. Rick shrugged back at her as he pushed himself from the wall under the stairs. He turned just as he heard Morty’s little dress shoes patter down the stairs.

Morty stood nervously halfway down the stairs catching sight of all 3 of his grandparents. “Oh, g-geez. S-sorry for making everyone wait…” Morty announced from the stairs, his small fists clutching the bottom of his yellow sweater. 

Rick looked back seeing Joyce and Leonard smile at their grandson. The two of them stood up, followed by Jerry and Jacob as they came to greet the boy who made his way down the stairs. The entire family gathered in the entryway as Joyce and Leonard stepped up to give Morty their Easter hugs. 

“Oh Morty, it’s so good to see you. Look how big you’ve gotten.” Joyce smiled, pulling back from her hug to look at Morty with grandmotherly affection. 

“Big indeed, you’ve put on a bit of weight, haven’t you sport?” Leonard chuckled good naturedly not noticing how Morty’s cheeks tinted at the comment. Summer and Beth cringed a bit from their place by the living room. Rick stepped up to Morty’s defense.

“I think we all have, Leonard.” Rick said, repressing a sneer as he placed a hand on his own toned stomach. “Jerry’s just such a great cook, no one can resist seconds. He must get that from you, Joyce.”

“Oh Rick, you old charmer.” Joyce tittered, as Jacob stepped up to place a hand on her shoulder. 

“Now that everyone is here, we can get going. We don’t want to miss the good seats.” Jerry said impatiently, making his way to the door, “I’ll take my parents… and Jacob. Beth why don’t you-”

“I’ll take my dad and the kids, yeah.” Beth finished, adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder, “As soon as my dad is dressed that it.” She shot Rick an even harder look, reopening the argument they had last night at dinner.

“Beth, you realize this is appropriate at- eeeeaaagh- tire for any occasion,” Rick said, belching dismissively, “I’ve worn this same outfit to royal coronations and interplanetary peace meetings. Hell, I almost got married to an intergalactic warlord in this outfit!”

“Well, this seems like a Sanchez problem, so us Smiths are just gonna head out. We’ll see you there.” Jerry said awkwardly as Beth and Rick stared each other down like the pair of Alphas they were. He opened the door ushering his half of the family outside. 

“Dad, go change.” Beth said firmly, leaving no room for argument. 

“...Fine…”  Rick growled in defeat, stepping back into the hallway leading to his room.

“And I’m gonna go wait in the car.” Summer said, not looking up from her phone as she made her way outside. 

Beth stood, hands still on her hips as he watched her father slam the door to his room behind him. She let out a sigh before looking over to her son who still stood by the bottom of the stairs. She figured he must be feeling better now that he wasn’t egg pregnant anymore but the look on the boy’s face made it obvious his mood hadn’t improved any.

She walked over to him, setting her hand gently on his shoulder causing him to nervously look up at her.

“How are you feeling, Morty?” She asked softly, real concern in her voice.

Morty looked up at his mom, a wave of exhaustion and sadness crashed over him as he looked into her blue eyes. “Awful,” He admitted, “I f-feel terrible… I just. I-I don’t know, I-I’m-” Morty choked back a sob, bringing up the sleeves of his sweater to wipe his eyes.

Realization dawned over Beth as she pulled her son in for a hug. Morty clung to his mother feeling like a dumb baby as he burrowed into her maroon dress and sniffled. “I get it, Morty. I went through the same thing. After a mo-... a wom-... a pregnant person,” Beth fumbled over the words trying to relate them to her son, “gives birth sometimes the hormonal changes can make you feel awful; sometimes it can even develop into postpartum depression. Hell, when I had Summer I couldn’t get out of bed for a full week. It’ll get easier, I promise.” 

Beth held Morty, gently petting his hair until the boy managed to calm down. She pulled away and looked down at him, he still looked sad and tired but he had managed to wipe his face enough to be presentable.

“T-thanks, mom. I-I do feel a bit better. I’m getting pretty sick of hormones, t-though.” Morty mumbled, stepping back. 

“Yeah, they’re gonna suck forever, kiddo.” Beth smiled before the sound of footsteps pulled her attention back up. Rick stood a few feet off dressed in a smart looking gray suit with a blue tie. He raised his arms giving Beth a ‘good enough’ look.

Beth nodded. “Much better. Thank you, dad. Now, everyone get in the car. If we’re late Jerry’s gonna bitch about it all day.”

Chapter Text

The Sanchez family sat in Beth’s red Honda Civic, racing down half familiar streets on their way to southern Seattle's fourth largest church. Beth was behind the wheel while Rick sat slumped in the passenger seat with Summer behind him in the back and Morty behind Beth. The church was only a twenty minute drive and Beth was running out of time to address her family the longer they sat in silence.

Beth eyed her children in the back seat; Summer sat with her chin in her palm, elbow against the window staring at the passing scenery while Morty was hunched over, his hands nervously clenching the front of his sweater. She glanced back at the road then over to her father in the passenger seat. He had a leg propped up against the dashboard with his flask in hand as he fidgeted with the cap of the metal container. 

The family had an exceptionally bad track record at church, even before Rick had come back into their lives. Beth knew she had to set some ground rules. She didn’t want to do it back at the house while Morty was still upstairs and Jerry’s parents were listening one room over. She needed all three of them on their best behavior.

Summer glanced over to see her mother lost in thought as she stared ahead at the road. Summer cracked her window, reaching into the pocket of her dress to pull out her vape. She took a quick hit before blowing the thick white smoke out her open window. 

Without a word Rick held his empty hand out, hidden from Beth behind his head rest and beckoned to his granddaughter behind him. Summer rolled her eyes before dropping her vape into his open hand. Rick brought the square pink cartridge to his mouth and took a hit. The artificial strawberry was disgusting but he welcomed the rush of nicotine before blowing the smoke out of his own open window.

“Dad, what the hell?” Beth scoffed, finally noticing her smoking family. She held her own hand out causing Rick to roll his own eyes before dropping the vape into his daughter's hand. “Okay, ground rules. I know none of us want to be here but this is important to your father and his family.” Beth sternly explained while glancing back at her deviant children in the back seat.

“That means no vaping and no attitude.” She said looking at Summer who huffed in exasperated defiance. 

“No explosions, or sci-fi ray guns, or invading alien armies or crazy arch nemeses or-” Beth exclaimed, shooting her father an aggravated look in the passenger seat.

“You say that l-eeaauugh-ike, like I’m the one causing it and not that it happens around me!” Rick interjected, cutting Beth off before she could finish her very long list of Rick related disasters that could happen.

“I don’t care, Dad! I don’t want anything happening to ruin this already unpleasant outing.” Beth hit the gas just a bit too hard as her light changed back to green. “And Morty!”

In the back seat, Morty jumped at the sound of his name, his hands gripping the soft cotton of his sweater. “Y-y-yeah..?”

Beth’s face softened as she looked at him through the rearview mirror. “I know you don’t feel well but… just, just try to keep your hands out of your pants, okay? We don't need a repeat of… you know…”

Morty’s face heated up at the mention of the Sunday school incident; two years back he had been caught touching himself during quiet prayer. One of the priests had taken Morty aside to explain the horrible fiery fate that awaited him in hell if he kept up his deviant behavior while a Sunday school teacher had called his parents. His mom had been furious that she had to leave work to pick him up. His dad then proceeded to have the most embarrassing ‘Birds and Bees’ talk with him. Morty was still trying to forget but it felt like his family would never let him live down the shame of it all.

“R-right, s-sorry...” Morty mumbled, preemptively apologizing.

Beth sighed. She rolled down her window to take a hit from Summer’s vape as well before dropping it into her purse. “Your turn, Dad. Hand them over.” She said holding her empty hand back out to her father.

“What! No way, Beth. Fuck, anything could happen, I-I-I’m not getting caught with my pants down i-if-” Rick stuttered, drawing his leg down from the dashboard to turn in his seat facing Beth while she kept her left hand on the wheel and her eyes on the road. 

“What part of no ‘Sci-fi anything’ do you not get? You’re here because you knocked Morty up, remember?” The words felt wrong coming out of Beth’s mouth but she powered on, ignoring how everyone in the car seemed to cringe at the phrase. “He spent the last two weeks pregnant with alien eggs because of you. This is punishment. There's no getting out of it. Guns, now. Both of them!”

Rick lips curled in agitation but he knew anything he said in retort could backfire, especially with how on edge Beth was. Instead he scowled bitterly while reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his portal gun and laser pistol. He handed each to his daughter and she reached down to drop both into her purse alongside Summer’s vape.

Rick crossed his arm, pouting as they drove in silence after that. In the backseat, Summer glanced over to Morty who still sat hunched, looking small despite how much bigger he was than normal. Rick said he’d be back to normal by the end of this week but it seemed like it would be a long week for him. Summer couldn’t remember seeing her brother this distraught in years. Looking back out of her window, Summer reached her left hand over and brushed her fingertips against Morty’s thigh to get his attention. 

Morty jolted again and looked down to see his sister's hand laying open on the seat between them. He looked up at her then back down to see her hand flex slightly in the universal sign for ‘gimme’. He didn’t have anything to give her so he did the next thing he could think of and placed his small hand into her own. She squeezed his hand reassuringly as the family drove in silence. Morty smiled, catching a slight grin on his sister's face as they shared a soft moment. 

The tense atmosphere had passed by the time the Honda Civic pulled into the church parking lot. Beth pulled into an empty spot and shifted into park before turning to address everyone in the car one last time. Summer and Morty unclasped their hands, pulling back as their mom looked at the both of them. “It’s only two hours. Everyone is on their best behavior, got it?” 

“Yes…” Three different voices mumbled disjointedly in answer. 

With everyone’s half hearted promises the Sanchez family got out of the car. Rick stretched as Summer straightened the hem of her pink dress, Beth slung her purse over her shoulder and Morty tugged down his sweater. The four of them made their way across the parking lot to meet up with Jerry, his parents and Jacob who were all engaged in conversation with different church goers. 

Beth went to join Jerry while Rick, Summer and Morty hovered outside of the groups of people milling about trying to avoid drawing attention. A myriad of older people swarmed like piranha around the three reminiscing of remembering the Smith kids from when they were much younger. The two teens were accosted by strangers claiming to know them from when they were infants, or middle aged folks who could have sworn they used to babysit the two. This all came alongside an astronomical number of invasive personal comments and questions that the Smith kids laughed off but it didn’t keep them from stinging. Rick kept his hands in his pockets, hunched forward as he hovered by Morty’s side, glaring at anyone who tried to talk to him. He wasn’t interested in being polite or humoring idiots who had never seen him before and would never see him again.

The three were saved by the literal bell as the Church Bells tolled announcing the start of the service. The crowd began to file inside with Rick, Summer and Morty let themselves be pulled in the bodies of the mildly pious.

Rick seriously doubted anyone under the age of 50 was coming to church regularly, most of the assholes here had just come to pretend for Easter. Jerry was no different. This whole thing was just an act he was putting on for his parents after all. They all had to suffer through today because of him. A stupid family tradition that meant nothing, it was a colossal waste of time when he had important things he could be doing instead. Hell, anything would be better than this pseudo-pedantry religious shit show that these sheep flocked to…

Rick seethed as he clenched his fists, lost in bitter thought he had stopped walking causing the people filing around him to give a wide, annoyed berth. Morty had stopped too, overwhelmed by the crowd and their eyes on his swollen empty form. Unwanted comments swarmed in his head like carnivorous hornets sending him into panic he hadn’t felt since the early days of their adventures well before his survival instincts had been honed. He grabbed the front of Rick's suit jacket, tiny fingers clutching the polyester as he huddled in front of his unmoving rock of a grandfather. Noticing her family not following behind her, Summer stepped back, holding steady against the near-swarming church goers. 

Summer sheltered her little brother, standing close but not touching him so as not to freak out the near hyperventilating teen anymore than he already was. Morty used to have these panic attacks all the time as a kid, she figured their Grandfather’s adventures had beaten them out of him by now but she guessed not. And Rick... She had seen him get lost in thought before but never with such a spiteful look on his face. She didn’t know how to snap either of them out of their separate fugue states so did the next best thing she could; she stood guard. The part of Summer that had lived on Earth for 17 disjointed years wanted to apologize to the snide passersby but the part that had been trained by Rick to be ever vigilant in the face of potential danger just sneered back. 

Pulled back by the sound of panicked breathing and stifled sobs, Rick looked down to see Morty cowering in front of him, clinging onto him like a lifeline in the middle of a storm of flooding, annoyed humans as people pushed their way into the Seattle chapel. Rick had gotten so caught up in his own angry internal monologue he had forgotten Morty’s fragile state. Summer stood behind him keeping space from the crowd as it surged past. He’d have to remember to pay her back for this, maybe slip her a few extra chore tokens when he got back to the house. Rick set his hand on Morty’s shoulder, lightly squeezing to anchor his young charge.

Morty stayed locked in place while Rick slid his hand over his slim back. He pulled the boy in to hold him as his other hand threaded into his loose curls, petting his grandson in a way that always made him purr when they were alone. 

Rick spoke, too quiet for any of the passersby to register but loud enough for both his huddled grandchildren to hear. “It’s okay, baby. Everything’s fine.” Summer stared him dead in the eyes as he spoke softly, running his fingers through Morty’s hair. Baby, the final nail in the coffin. Rick had hardly shied away from his… relationship… with Morty around Summer like he did with her parents… their parents. Gradually Morty calmed down, held against Rick’s chest listening to his internal mechanical ticking alongside the organic thumping of what was left of his internal organs. “Nothing worse than w-what we’ve been through before. T-this is minor league shit for you, Morty.”

Silently Morty nodded his head, stepping away, wiping his tears as he looked up at Rick then back to Summer. Despite the unnerving confirmation, Summer smiled back down at him. “S-sorry, I-I, uh, I just got a bit… overstimulated. I, I’m fine now.” Morty said apologetically as the last stragglers made their way into the chapel leaving the three of them alone. 

“You’re okay. Come one, let’s go find your Mom. She’s probably pissed it’s taking us so long.” Rick pushed past, grabbing his flask from his coat. He paused by Summer looking over to her with cold calculating eyes. “Good work Sum-sum. Trust well earned…”

Morty moved to follow Rick as he made his way into the chapel. Summer caught him by the shoulder dipping into her dress pocket to pull out her air pods. She flipped the case open and took the pair of buds out. Morty watched a bit confused as Summer put the right headphone into her own ear before holding the left one out to him.

He looked at the little white bud in her palm before looking back up to her now smiling face. “A-are you sure..?”

“Yeah, I was gonna listen to a podcast instead of the same dumb crap they preach every year, but it looks like you could use some chill vibes to relax to. Plus this way Mom won't see and neither of us will get in trouble.” Summer smiled while Morty placed the headphone into his own ear. The two walked together joining Rick as they stepped into the church's high arched chapel. Summer dug her phone out of her pocket hovering over Snake Jazz for a second before choosing a low-fi pop channel to keep Morty’s mind off whatever was eating him up so bad.

The three moved down the aisle between deep mahogany pews, the immaculate stained glass windows towering over the few hundred people who were crammed into the usually empty room. Rick spotted Beth and Jerry's half of the family smack dab in the center of the room with 3 empty spots beside them. Seems like Jerry had gotten the best seats like he had wanted.

Beth nervously looked over her shoulder, finally catching sight of her tardy family as she waved them over. Rick hung back letting Summer and Morty slide in before him. Summer excused herself as she sidled past a group of older women while Morty mumbled a string of sorrys, hyper aware of how his fattened butt brushed up against a few knees as the women tried to move their legs aside but not enough. Rick said nothing, bashing knees with his boney legs until they made it to their seated family. The Smiths sat with Jacob first, then Joyce and Leonard, all three holding hands in throuple bliss while Jerry and Beth sat side by side not making eye contact, both seemingly upset about different points of contention. 

Summer sat down next to her mother with Morty on her right and Rick taking up the end to shield his grandson from the stranger to his own right. She looked to be a woman of grandmotherly age but seeing how the kids recent panic attack was caused by a woman almost indistinguishable to Rick’s overly protective brain he would put up with it.

“What took you guys so long?” Beth hissed leaning forward to look at Rick accusingly.

“Morty’s stomach hurt. We thought he might still have an egg in him.” Rick shrugged non committedly. Summer and Morty both looked a bit caught off guard for a second before nodding in unison. If Rick came up with an excuse there was no reason to refute it.

Jerry leaned forward, pressing his chest to his knees to look past Beth as he shushed his family. “Can we all please be quiet! The service is about to start.”

Feeling the finality in his words the family all quieted down, settling into their seats as the priest up on the pulpit started his sermon. Rick’s family had grown up catholic and being in a church of any kind always set him on edge, there were nothing but bad memories for him in places like this. He was glad he had broken from the shackles of religion early in his life and he had never forced it on Beth when she was a child. On his Beth at least, he doubted many Rick’s had and if they did they would be severe outliers in his own calculations. It was moments like these he was glad he could disassociate. He always had more important things to be thinking about even when everyone around him stood he barely noticed, lost in thought as he was while the man is white robes at the head of the room rambled on. It all sounded like gibberish to him. 

The service continued on in the same fashion for nearly an hour as Rick ran over new blueprints and potential formulas for elements a common man could never imagine. His left arm rested on the pew behind Morty’s head while his right twitched on his knee. He wanted to reach into his pocket for his flask but if Beth saw him she would no doubt chastise him for drinking in church. Out of the corner of his eye it looked like Morty was having a hard time with his own assignment. The kid was trying to sit still but he couldn’t stop from squirming in his seat. His own small hands were clutched into the fabric of his freshly ironed slacks, wrinkling the fabric under his tensing fingers. Beth had told him to keep his hands out of his pants but she didn’t say anything about anyone else’s hands…

Rick reached over, moving his right hand from his knee to rest on Morty’s jittering leg. Morty looked up, a small smile on his face from the reassuring action. With the rest of the family focused on the preacher at the front of the room Morty leaned into Rick’s side, letting out a contented little sigh. He just barely managed to stifle a squeak as he felt Rick run his hand up his leg before sliding his large hand in between the kid’s plush thighs, brushing up against Morty’s crotch through his pants. On edge as he was Morty started grinding on Rick’s hand without a single thought to where they were who could be watching. Rick smirked, pressing down a little harder on Morty’s cute, hidden dick in the middle of church. 

Their flirty little encounter was cut short as Summer looked over, locking eyes with Morty for just a second. Embarrassment flooded the boy wedged between his sister and grandfather. Morty suddenly shot to his feet with just enough time for Rick to pull his hand back. 

“Morty, what are you doing?” Beth hissed, looking over at her blushing son.

“B-bathroom. I-I have to go to the bathroom…” Morty mumbled back as he started pushing past the group of old women the three of them passed on the way in. Rick’s expression was neutral when he looked over to Beth and shrugged, ignoring the scrutinizing look from Summer.

 Rick waited exactly 3 minutes before standing up.

“Not you too, Dad. Where are you going?” Beth looked incredulous. She didn’t want to be here either. Why was it impossible for her family to sit still for 2 hours?!

“Out for a smoke.” Rick said plainly before smiling, “Unless you want me to light up in here?” Rick held up his thumb, flicking the embedded lighter for emphasis, threatening to ruin the mood even more as he reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. 

“Augh, fine. But be quick.” Beth sighed wearily while shooing him off. Rick saw Summer’s sore expression before he turned and followed Morty, kicking the legs of every old woman Morty’s ass had rubbed on when he had scurried out of the pews.

The nearest bathroom wasn’t hard to find. Morty would have picked the closest one with the big hurry he was in. Rick hadn’t intended to rile the kid up that much. Pushing open the door Rick could already hear, and smell, his little paramour at work. 

The bathroom was remarkably clean, as expected of such an upscale church. There were two stalls, one urinal, a long counter with two sinks and a massive mirror behind it. Rick grabbed the chair by the door and wedged it under the handle to stop anyone from interrupting. The restroom had grown silent when Rick entered but he could very faintly hear Morty’s heart beating a mile a minute as he stepped up to the last stall and pushed the door open.

Morty stood in the center of the small stall, staring wide eyed and terrified as he held the bottom of his button up shirt in his mouth, his sweater bunched up around his chest and his plump tummy on full display. He had one hand wrapped around his small, leaking boner while the other was behind his back, no doubt already 3 fingers deep into his asshole. Rick smirked, crossing his arms to look down at his grandson and lover while leaning casually against the stalls now open door.

“So needy you couldn’t even lock the door, huh? A-anyone could have walked in and discovered you. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it you little slut?” Rick chuckled as Morty’s brow creased, not in annoyance or aggravation but in desperation. Morty dropped his shirt out of his mouth to choke out a whimper.

“D-don’t tease me, Rick. I need it so bad… J-j-ju-just h-help.” Morty looked up at Rick with eyes wide in horny need. Rick just smiled down at him as he lifted the boy, stepping out of the stall to sit him down on the counter in one swift motion. Morty wrapped his arms around Rick’s neck, pulling him close while his grandfather picked him up in a practiced motion the two had done dozens of times. Seated on the counter, Rick grabbed the top of Morty’s pants around his thighs and pulled them down enough that they were hanging from one leg. Stepping forward between Morty’s open legs, the old scientist pressed his lips to his horny grandson for a deep kiss that slipped into a sloppy make out, all nipping teeth and questing tongues.

With the hand not threaded through Rick’s wild blue hair Morty reached down to clumsily undo his grandfather's belt before reaching for the zipper that would free the waiting member that would fill the void inside him. Morty moaned into Rick’s mouth at the thought. Filled, god he wanted to be filed so badly. Being empty was the worst feeling in the world. He couldn't stand it… 

With the zipper out of the way, Rick impatiently let go of Morty’s chubby hip to shove his own pants down before grabbing his cock and stoking it to full hardness. Morty peaked open his eyes to glance down at Rick jerking off; he watched the cock he loved get bigger and fuller just for him. Morty subconsciously licked his lips only leading him to push his tongue further into Rick’s mouth in the process.

“Fuck kid, you weren’t kidding. You do need it bad…” Rick pulled away enough to chuckle in Morty’s ear as the boy clung to him, both hands back around Rick’s neck now. 

“Ye-yes. C-come on, Rick, inside… I-I need you back inside me. Just shove it in already.” Morty whined, wrapping his legs around Rick’s hips, pulling himself to the edge of the counter. He could already feel the gooey blue puddle under his ass as his alien modified hole leaked in desperation. Rick and Morty both knew how ready the boy was for it; still under the effects of the Jorunnous hormones Morty’s little egg pussy was wet and waiting, perfectly stretched and ready to receive all the love his grandfather had to give.

Rick pulled Morty even closer, lining his cock up with the drenched hole. Morty moaned, sweet and soft as he felt the head of Rick’s cock kiss his puckered star. Rick was still teasing him, holding him still despite his horny desperation. Morty rocked his hips forward as much as he could. He felt tears well in his eyes as Rick denied him the filling he needed so badly. Morty opened his mouth to beg or curse or scream only for Rick to thrust inside him. The sound that left Morty’s lips was one of pure bliss as Rick’s hot, hard cock filled him. 

“Fuuck,” Rick growled, the exploitive so low and deep Morty could feel it roll through his chest, “Holy shit, I’ll never get tired of that feeling…” Rick held Morty by the hips as he gave his boy a minute to adjust to his size even if he knew the kid's hole didn’t need the moments respite but Morty’s brain certainly did. If Rick was going to fuck Morty’s brain out he’d rather do it in some glitzy alien hotel amongst the stars than in a dinky church bathroom.  

Morty clung to Rick as the old man held the teen firm while he pulled his now lubricated length out agonizingly slow. Still teasing… even with Morty impaled on his cock Rick was still teasing him. This was all some messed up power play to Rick. He was reminding Morty that he controlled him, that Rick was his key to salvation and they would play his game… but Morty didn’t want games. He just wanted Rick to fuck him until he forgot how empty he was… 

“Riiiiick…” Morty whined as Rick slowly slid him down his cock until Morty’s ass rested on Rick’s bare thighs, his own dress slacks discarded on the ground around his ankles. He could feel another rumble roll through Rick’s body as the old scientist leaned forward, holding Morty by the hip as his other hand braced against the countertop. Even with a few extra pounds on him Morty was still light as a feather with his cyborg augmented strength. Rick sunk his fingers deep into Morty's maternity fattened hips, enjoying the soft squish of the boy in his boney grasp.

“I know you want it baby,” Rick sighed into Morty’s ear. “Just give an old man a second to enjoy it, y-yeah? You feel so good Morty... so hot and wet, your little pussy is so tight around grandpa’s cock.”

“D-don’t call it that!” Morty stammered, his lashes fluttering at the feeling of Rick’s huge cock back where it belonged. He could feel the head of it pulse inside him right under his belly button. The thick veins that ran along the turgid length thrummed with power and promise against his extra sensitive prostate. Morty could cum just from the feeling of being full, hell if he wasn’t so worried about someone walking in on them he might have. 

“Well that’s what it is, i-isn’t it? Just a perfect little pussy for me to stuff full of eggs and cum.” Rick slowly pulled out; he could feel the slick slime of Morty’s hole cling to his rod as retreated from the boy’s blissful body. He’d get to the pounding but he wanted to enjoy every second of the agonizingly slow pace first. “It’s your little breeding hole now, Morty.”

Rick pushed back in with enough force to make Morty throw his head back and moan. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get his fucked out little grandson to the edge but not push him over yet. Morty’s cute, rock hard cock leaked onto his pudgy tummy as Rick rolled his hips into the next thrust. His cock reached so deep into Morty, almost as deep as the eggs had planted themselves while growing inside him. The thought of Rick’s cock hitting the next batch of his eggs made Morty’s eyes roll back into his head. His tongue hung limply out of the side of his mouth with drool dripping down his quivering lips. 

A deep, throaty chuckle echoed through the small bathroom alongside the wet, slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Rick kept his pace steady with long hard thrusts that shook Morty to his core without giving the boy the real friction he needed. Morty would come when Rick let him. But Morty wasn’t as defenseless in the act as Rick made him out to be. His cute little grandson knew how to get under Rick’s skin like no one else. 

“Rick… m-more…” The words were soft, barely above a whisper as Morty pleaded. The words were thick with more longing than the boy’s usual horny, desperate begging. An ulterior motive bubbled under the surface of the two saccharine words.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, you little bitch.” Rick snarled with a smirk, pushing down the comprehension for Morty’s unspoken sentiment. He knew what Morty meant but he wasn’t going to cave so easily. “Grandpa’s got just what you need, baby.”

 Rick took his hand off the counter to grab Morty by his other hip, sinking his fingers back into the plump flesh hard enough to bruise. Straightening up, Rick used his new leverage to pick up the nearly weightless boy in his arms and drop him down as his old hips snapped up to sink his cock in deep and hard. Morty gasped as Rick started to rail him for real. He pulled himself close, his small hands holding tight to his grandfather’s neck. He let Rick take full control of his body in a way no one else ever could. Rick was both the lighthouse that held him steady and the storm that rocked his ship.  

As satisfying as the rough fuck was it wasn’t what Morty meant. The old man knew it wasn’t. Rick and Morty were as in sync as two people could be, they were tied by an inescapable fate through the infinite expansion of time and space. Morty knew Rick wanted to hear the actual words. Morty struggled to get enough breath to speak as Rick ravaged him under the roof of God.

“No…” The word was breathy and desperate, spoken into Rick’s chest as Morty gasped from the next thrust hitting him hard in his prostate, milking a thick rope of pre-come between them. “ M-more eggs. Please Rick, I-I… I-I want more eggs!”

There it was… Morty begging for more eggs, begging for Rick to knock him up again… The soft words scratched the Alpha Male itch in the back of Rick’s pussywhipped brain. Rick knew the eggs were dangerous and that Mortys were insanely easy to break. The kids were slaves to anything that made them feel good, even things that would destroy them… Things like Rick… 

If Rick couldn’t muster the will power to say no and save Morty from something he had drunkenly hoisted upon the boy then Morty was headed for a swift bad end to his young story. The only saving grace the two had was that the new hatched Jorunnous wouldn’t be ready to lay eggs until they were at least a month old. Rick had given Morty a taste of the sweet addictive heaven of incubating and laying alien eggs and Morty only had a month to kick the habit before the kid’s horny fate was sealed... 

There was nothing they could do about it now though. Rick still intended to enjoy every day of Morty’s hormone altered body before this week was over. They would deal with the consequences later. That was the Rick Sanchez motto after all. 

“Fuck. I know you do, baby. Grandpa will give you as many eggs as you want, sweetheart. I’ll keep you fat and full and bred for as long as you want, Morty. Y-you… you just have to wait a little while, sweetheart…” Morty looked up to Rick as his grandfather rambled off his gruff, clumsy confession. Rick darted forward locking lips with the lovestruck boy in his arms to save them both from more sappy confessions. It was an open mouthed, sloppy swapping of spit; tongues over teeth, lips mashed together in false marital bliss. 

Morty pulled back. Rick was trying to distract him with kisses but Morty was determined not to be derailed. “You promise? Y-you promise you’ll b-breed me again? F-for real?” Morty stared up at Rick’s sweaty, blush struck face. He was so close, he just needed Rick to say it. He could come and die happy if Rick just said it. 

“I promise.” Rick said the words he knew he would regret, they would both regret, but as always he could never say no to Morty. 

Morty dug his blunt nails into the back of Rick’s neck as orgasm wracked his small shaking body. Semen sprayed from his twitching cock, coating his tummy as the boy gasped out a strangled moan. Morty’s guts writhed, frothy blue slime flooded down Rick’s still thrusting cock, wetting the front of his thighs and dripping down his full balls to leave small splatters on the bathroom’s once clean title floor. 

“Squirting around Grandpa’s cock already?” Rick laughed, struggling to regain his composure to save a little face. He couldn’t let Morty know he had slipped for a second. But as Morty writhed ecstasy in his arms he doubted the boy had noticed.

 Rick pulled his soaking, rock hard rod out of his grandson’s clenching hole. Morty shuttered, too lost in the bliss of orgasm to notice when Rick flipped him over. The cold, slick counter top pressed up against Morty’s cum covered tummy as Rick pushed him down into his own slick. His legs did nothing to hold him up before Rick grabbed Morty by the fat of his hips lifting the toes of his dress shoes off the floor before thrusting into the boy’s still gaped hole. “You should be grateful Grandpa knows how to fill naughty little pussies like this one. What do you say, Morty?”

All Morty could respond with was a weak moan as Rick reminded him how much of a breeding machine his grandfather was. His pace was punishing as he used Morty like the mind broken toy he was, or would be in the future if the two of them couldn’t get their shit together. Rick struggled against his own desires, he should stop feeding into Morty’s addiction. The more breeding talk he forced on to the kid the more he was going to want it. Rick still intended to enjoy Morty’s hormone altered body but he knew he should stop coming inside the boy. A week of backshots would be hard on them both but it would be the right thing to do.

But… it would be wrong to get the kid's nice clothes dirty… in this very specific instance coming inside would be the responsible thing to do… one last creampie then they would both go cold turkey for the rest of the week… Yeah, that sounded doable to Rick’s lust drunk brain. 

Rick sunk his fingers into the squishy fat around Morty’s hips. The wet clap of Rick’s groin against Morty’s plump little ass echoed around the small bathroom mixing with Rick’s groans and Morty’s gasping whimpers and strangled moans. Rick stared down at Morty’s bouncing cheeks in his grasp, breathing in a scent of his horny, boy-wife of a grandson. Everything about the boy drove him mad with lust, the Jorunnous hormones had turned him into Rick’s ideal partner; his perfect little chubby fuck toy. Rick’s hips stuttered as he slammed home inside Morty’s delicious little hole. 

“God, I love fucking fat bitches…” Rick groaned out under this breath. “Fuck, f-fucking perfect like this Morty. So fat and full and cute. Love you so much, Morty.…” Rick hammered into Morty as the boy squirmed and blushed under him. 

Morty hid his face as his grandfather ravaged him on the countertop in the church’s bathroom. He felt so dirty but so turned on doing this here and now after his mother had given him explicit instructions NOT to do anything like this. Rick was such a terrible influence but his mom could never know that. This was just a secret between him and Rick. And maybe God now, but beside that, no one knew… 

Summer sat in the pew, her face pale with her hands folded in her lap. When Morty had run off after cuddling up with Rick she hadn’t thought much of it. When Rick had followed behind him not even 5 minutes after she had gotten suspicious. It wasn’t hard for her to pause her music and turn on the two way audio for the headphone she had given Morty. Rick had upgraded her phone and accompanying tech to double as spy equipment for his own measures a few months ago but Summer had discovered how to use it to her advantage rather quickly.

Now she sat in the middle of church between her mother and two empty seats listening to the sounds of her brother and grandfather having sex…

She had tried to deny it at first but even with the sound muffled inside what she assumed was Morty’s pocket there was no other way to interpret the sounds of moaning, dirty talk and the wet smacking of flesh on flesh. Summer wasn’t addicted to porn like Morty but she had watched a fair bit of it in the secret of her room and had even done the deed a few times herself. She knew what sex sounded like and this was definitely it.

She should have turned it off. She should have taken her headphone out of her ear, plugged it back into the case and dropped it deep into her pocket. She didn’t need to be listening to any of this but like someone watching a car crash she just couldn’t stop… 

Rick was on the edge. Morty’s hot, wet hole fluttered around his twitching pre-come leaking rod. As much as Morty was a little pillow princess content to let Rick use and abuse him for the old man’s pleasure the kid knew how to work his tight ass to bring Rick to the verge of climax in record time. Rick wasn’t sure if this was something Morty had consciously learned or if it was the eggs programming kicking into overdrive but Rick could feel his climax roil in his heavy nuts as they slapped into the back of Morty’s thick, slime drenched thighs. 

“You ready for Grandpa’s load, baby?” Rick moaned. He desperately hoped Morty would say no. That he’d beg Rick to pull out for the first time in his life. But Morty was just as addicted to Rick coming inside him as Rick was to doing it. Morty was a little semen addicted cumslut and Rick knew he had made him one. Rick’s mind churned as much as his nuts, he was so desperate for it but he waited for Morty like he always did. 

“I-inside… f-fill me up, Rick. I love it when you-” Morty moaned half way through his pleading as a thick, wet heat bloomed deep inside him. Rick hilted him, hips to ass, his rock hard length pumping his load deep inside the boy. It was everything Morty could ever want. Being used as Rick’s cum dumpster filled more than his hole but his heart and his mind with a sense of purpose… He didn’t need the eggs to tell him what his purpose in life was… as a Morty he knew that this is what he was made for… another weak load dribbled from Morty’s untouched cock onto the floor under the counter as he was overcome with submissive, slutty joy. Morty barely managed to finish his sentence in a warbling moan, “-c-come inside me…”

Labored breathing filled the now deafening silence of the small enclosed space as Rick and Morty caught their breath, both basking in the afterglow of the sex that felt so wrong and so right. Summer finally summoned the will to pull her headphone from her ear. She clutched the small white plastic bud in her hand, bringing it back down to her lap while the preacher still droned on in the background. She hadn’t heard a single word he had said in the last 30 minutes. 

Rick slid his softening cock out of Morty’s ass. He was drenched in the boy’s breeding slime; his cock, balls, groin and thighs down to his knees were sticky with the cooling blue goo. Looking up to Morty’s butt the boy wasn’t any better off, his ass was gaped with more slime spilling out now mixed by Rick’s thick white semen. The swells of his cheeks were a deep pink from how hard Rick had been pounding him and slime was smeared around his ass, dripping off his tiny balls and down the back of his thighs. Shaking his head at the mess Rick reached over to grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser mounted on the wall next to him. 

“Damn kid, you’re leaking like a broken faucet. Your body doesn't seem to know the eggs are out yet, it’s just flooding you with fluid for when it thinks you’ll finally lay them. It should start to slow down once the eggs actually hatch and you get the end signal pheromone.” Rick explained while turning on the faucet next to Morty’s face to wet the paper towels in his hand. He looked down as he started wiping down his crotch when the sight of Morty’s pristine sunflower yellow panties caught his eye. Somehow there wasn’t a drop of blue on them. “How haven’t you soaked through your panties?”

“I-I stole a tampon from, f-from Summer.” Morty mumbled as he pushed himself up from the counter, the blue slime across his chest squelched. The kid was an absolute mess but it looked like his clothing had been unscathed from their vigorous coupling.

“Where is it? Oh shit! I didn’t fuck it up in to you, did I?!” Rick looked panicked, his hand back on Morty’s ass spreading his cheeks to check if he had accidentally shoved the soaked cotton mass deep into Morty’s intestines.

“No, I tossed it before I started jerking off.” Morty replied quickly to reassure his frantic grandfather that he could take care of himself.

Rick breathed a sigh of relief before he finished wiping himself off. “Well you’re way too stretched for that now… I could fit my whole arm up your ass at this point. No way a tampon would stay.” Rick grabbed his pants off the floor, pulling them up and tucking himself away. “You catch your breath and clean yourself up. I’ll go find you some pads, we’ll have to stop at the store for more on the way back. You're gonna need them for the rest of the week.”

Morty nodded his head, standing up on unsteady feet. He grabbed a new set of paper towels and got to work wiping down his own slime drenched body while Rick kicked the chair out from under the door handle and left the men’s restroom. 

Crossing the hall Rick politely knocked on the door to the women’s room before opening the door and popping his head in. A middle aged woman dressed in a tasteful purple sundress looked up from the sink in surprise, worry and shock on her face. She stammered for a second as Rick opened the door, stepping half way into the bathroom to explain before she could express her surprise and concern.

“Sorry to bother.” Rick put on his most charming smile before explaining his appearance in a women's restroom calmly. “I was wondering if you had a pad? My grandson just started his period a-and we weren’t ready for it. His sister only has tampons but he’s not ready for those yet, t-this is his first time.”

The woman by the counter’s expression shifted from surprised to confused for a few seconds before realization hit her. “Oh, oh yes. I get it! My niece, whoops… My nephew is going through the same thing. All the bathroom here has is tampons and liners but I have a few heavy duty pads in my purses.” The woman dried her hands before stepping forward toward Rick while rifling through the heavy looking leather purse hanging from her shoulder. 

She pulled out a few pink plastic wrapped squares handing them over. “Your grandson is very lucky to have such a caring and understanding grandfather.” The woman smiles, handing the products over to the old man in the doorway.

Rick smiled back, nodding in thanks. “You have no idea.” He replied slyly before swaggering out of the women’s bahroom and back into the men’s room on the other side of the hall. Rick stepped into the bathroom, closing the door loudly behind him. Morty was nowhere to be seen but the floor and counter had been cleaned up. Glancing at the mirror Rick could see the second stall was closed, he moved in front of it giving a small push up the latch was locked. 

“How you doing, kiddo?” Rick asked, rapping his knuckles on the stall.

“Fine,” Morty’s small voice answered, “D-did you find any?”

“Here you go, baby.” Rick replied, sliding one of the pads through the crack in the door, he heard Morty shift forward, standing up to grab the pad before sitting back down. “Do you need me to explain how to use it?” 

“No, I can figure it out myself.” Morty said accompanied by the sound of the thin plastic being ripped open. Rick gave the kid a minute to get himself together as grabbed his flask from the pocket of his suit jacket for a few pulls while he waited. 

Morty opened his stall and stepped out to stand next to Rick. “It’s a bit embarrassing but I’m ready.”

Rick capped his flask and shrugged his shoulders, heading toward the door. “You’re l-eeeuugh-uc, lucky. Your mom and Summer deal with this every month, maybe you’ll have a little bit more sympathy now.”

Morty grumbled and nodded before following Rick out back into the halls of the church. By the time they made it to the inner chamber folks had already started filling out. Rick smirked at their timing. He and Morty waited until the Smith family joined the shuffling masses and caught up to Rick and Morty waiting for them by the entrance. 

Beth scowled as she caught sight of her father and son, “What took you two so long? I said to make it quick and you never came back!” 

Rick and Morty exchanged glances, Morty bit his lip with a slight blush over his face before mumbling, “I haven’t shit in two weeks… g-give me a break.” Rick had explained that he wouldn’t have to go while the eggs were inside them since they fed off unusable nutrients that the human body would typically discard as waste. His body hadn’t been making shit these past two weeks but his family didn’t need to know that and it was a plausible enough excuse.

“And you had to do it here?” Beth scoffed disappointedly.

“When nature calls, nature calls, Beth. Not much we can do about it.” Rick smirked at Morty’s embarrassing excuse. It was always nice to see the kid humble himself. “Me? I met a smoking hot Milf in the parking lot and we stopped for a bang in a closet.” Rick half lied. It was Summer’s turn to scoff and roll her eyes after that but Beth just shook her head in exasperated disbelief at her father and his antics. Beside her Joyce, Leonard and Jacob shared a small laugh. Jerry swept up behind everyone having missed the whole conversation after chasing down the tithe plate to give his yearly donation. 

The adults made their way out of the church into the parking lot to split up and head for their typical diner for the family Easter Lunch. Morty tugged on Summer’s dress before she could follow. 

“Thanks for letting me borrow it.” Morty smiled, handing Summer’s headphone back to her. “Sorry I dipped out on you…”

Summer forced a smile back as she took the little white bud and dropped it into her case alongside its twin. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. Morty, if… if there’s anything you wanna tell me… I don’t-” Summer cringed as she fumbled over her words. She thought she'd be better at this but she felt like an idiot. “I’m here. For you. For anything, like anything at all. No judgments or anything. I know things have been weird but-”

“It’s okay, Summer.” Morty cut her off to save some face. He wasn’t surprised she had put the pieces together; they had been less than subtle these past few weeks. To be honest it was nice that someone was paying enough attention to notice something was up. Morty was always so worried about being discovered but now that someone knew it was a huge relief that Summer was worried about him. “Thanks for everything. I-I’m okay. If anything bad was, w-was happening I would let you know. I promise.” Morty smiled looking at his sister straight in her hazel eyes as a spark of understanding passed through the two siblings.

She nodded down at him, an unspoken ‘Your secret is safe with me.’ on her lips. The two turned to follow their folks out to the car without another word.

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The two halves of the family reconvened at their shared destination for their traditional after church Easter lunch. Jerry’s usual insistence to start the day with the earliest church service was in part to beat the lunch rush but this year they didn’t have the luxury. The only remaining, or ever built, Shoney's in the Seattle region was packed. Every other family and group that crowded around the other booths was similarly dressed having come from their own Easter services. No regular person would be crazy enough to try and dine out on the most auspicious and crowded of ‘holy’ days. 

The car ride over had been just as tense as the one this morning but Rick seemed much more easy going now that he was in a safe, familiar environment he felt that he controlled. Morty on the other hand still wasn’t all that there, even with his hormones curbed and his head somewhat clear from their prior fuck he couldn’t quite pull himself together…

 He could still feel people staring at him. He was still self conscious of his body and all he wanted was to go home. To be away from the crowds and the noise and the unwanted eyes… He wanted to see his eggs most of all. But he still had to be part of the family and a semi-active member of the conversation even as he slouched miserably against Rick. He was seated at the end of their booth with just barely enough space to squeeze his newly grown ass onto the plush, overstuffed leather seating. He was grateful Rick insisted that he sat on the end in case he needed to run to the bathroom again or just step out for some air.

The Smith Sanchez family was all seated around a large circular corner booth. A pretty waitress who looked exhausted smiled while setting down plates filled with various steaming entrees which were passed along to their rightful recipients. Morty had ordered a plate of chicken tenders and fries since the thought of eating anything more complex made his stomach turn. But now that he was poking at his plate of crispy tenders and salty fries he couldn’t stand to look at it. He had been absolutely starving this morning but somehow the thought of eating just made him want to hurl. 

Instead Morty picked up his chocolate milk, he knew he was way too old to be drinking it in public but something about Shoney’s chocolate milk was so good Morty deemed it worthy of the humiliation. From across the table Jacob looked up from his teriyaki glazed salmon. The family was arranged in the same seating order they had been at church with Jacob and Morty at the ends with the youngest members of their prospective groups capping off the party. 

Jacob watched the young man across the table with a look of concern over his handsome features. Admittedly he hadn’t spent much time with Joyce and Leonard’s grandson but he was very good at reading people, he considered it one of his special gifts in life. He wasn’t an empath but his keen eyes could always tell when something was off. He could feel something wasn’t right with Morty; the boy was unusually skittish and even looked a bit pale. Something was wrong and he couldn’t just leave the poor teen to fend for himself. 

“Oh!” Jacob exclaimed, halting the conversation between the chatting adults at the table. “I just forgot I left my satchel in the car. Morty, would you mind giving me a hand?” Jacob stated more than asked as he stood up, sliding out of the booth.

“M-me? I-I don’t…” Even before Morty could get out his confused statement he had already stood and moved to follow after Jacob almost on impulse. The calm authority in his voice overrode made Morty move on instinct as he followed his father’s parent’s partner make his way out of the crowded diner. Morty was amazed as people parted for the confident man with just a few soft “excuse me”-s and jovial “pardon us”-s. Morty couldn’t help noticing that it was nothing like how people parted ways for Rick… 

The two emerged into the cool Washington air. Morty took a deep breath for the first time since they got to the stifling diner while Jacob stood in the warm sunshine with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

“Sorry to steal you away like that,” Jacob laughed, turned to look at the kid next to him, that same soft smile still stretched over his face. “You seemed like you could use a break from it all.”

“Y-yeah. I guess so. T-thanks.” Morty looked up to the man next to him. He and Jacob had never spent time alone before. He had been one of the more reluctant family members to accept Jacob but he had never held it against the man himself; he more so reserved those feelings for his grandpa Leonard. Morty had been particularly cold to Leonard since Rick had come back into his life. Jerry’s father was an easier scapegoat to pin his anger on than Rick was. Morty knew it was wrong but he couldn’t dissuade himself and his complicated mess of emotions.

“Morty, are you okay? Your dad told us that you’ve been sick for the past few weeks but I can sense there’s more going on than just that.” Jacob asked with real concern in his voice. Morty stared up at him trying to feel the hidden intent in his words; his parents always had another meaning when they spoke to him like that. Morty had trained himself to try and pick up on them as not to provide either with extra ammunition for whatever fight they were engaged in but he couldn’t feel anything deceitful or underhanded in Jacob’s words. 

“Well, I-I…” Morty bit his lip searching for words and feelings he had been trying not to dwell on. He definitely couldn’t tell Jacob the truth. Doctor Wang had tried to coerce some answers out of Morty but he already knew the outcome of the truth.

 He knew all of this was wrong from a morale and legal standpoint. If people were to find out it would only lead to disaster. The best they could hope for was that Rick and Morty would have to flee dimensions again and slip into a life in a new world with a version of their family that didn’t know about them. The worst case scenario was that people would come to try and take Morty away from Rick and Rick would slaughter them all without mercy or remorse. No version of events was better than the lie that Rick and Morty lived, so Morty would keep up the charade for as long as they needed to protect as many people as he could. “I-I… i-it’s a lot. I don’t want to, t-to bother you with it, Jacob.” Morty mumbled the last few words barely above a whisper.

“Morty, I promise it’s not a bother. You’re not a bother. My life was pretty rough at your age, too. If I can do anything to lift this weight off your shoulders, I would be happy to. Even if it’s just getting your feelings out I promise it helps.” The sincerity in Jacob’s voice almost brought a tear to Morty’s baby blue eyes. Okay, maybe… maybe Morty could admit to something. Just to make Jacob feel better. He thought of the next thing that had been bothering him the past few weeks.

“O-okay. I-I…you know, I was pretty sick the past two weeks. I had a fever and I was super out of it so I don’t remember much that happened.” Morty started, the lies mingling with emotion as he spoke making it feel genuine even to him. “W-when, w-while I was sick… everyone was, was so nice to me. I-I don’t remember all of it but I do remember everyone in my family taking care of me and just being with me and...” Morty felt silly saying it and from the look on Jacob’s face he didn’t quite understand what Morty meant.

“Is that a bad thing?” Jacob asked innocently, the same understanding smile on his face but his brows were quirked in a way that showed his confusion. 

“No. Y-yes… I don’t… They’re, th-they’re not normally like that. They’re not not nice… I mean-” Morty rambled, not quite sure how to formulate a sentence that didn’t make his family sound horrible despite the gloom that wanted to pull his words into a desperate maelstrom of hate and blame. Morty took a deep breath and tried again. “They’re never that nice to me. I know they were just like that  since I wasn't feeling well and I’m worried th-that they’ll never be that nice to me again. You know?”

Jacob was quiet for a second, closing his eyes to deeply considering Morty’s words. After his own deep breath Jacob nodded, opening his caramel brown eyes to look at Morty with an understanding he had never felt from anyone before; not his parents or Summer or Doctor Wong or even Rick. “Yeah, I think I do get it. It can be hard when you feel like people, like your family, only cares for you when you aren’t well. When you aren’t yourself. Like they only like you when you’re far away from who you really are. Being sick tests the bonds that connect us as humans; we want to take care of people who are sick even if it feels like a burden. But we wouldn’t be human if we didn’t care for the sick and injured.” 

“I know it feels hard to believe as a teenager but from what I have seen though, I think your family does love you Morty. Even when they have a hard time showing it, even when they’re not nice about it. You’re stronger than you think and I can see that. I know we don’t know each other too well, but I’m here for you. I know I’m not here often but any time I am you can come to talk to me about anything.” Jacob smiled and set his hand on Morty’s shoulder. 

Morty smiled up at Jacob, not even bothering to hide the tears that wet his lashes. He had no idea how much he needed to hear that even if he knew that last part wasn’t as true as Jacob thought. Maybe it was because he was someone from outside the family, someone one not bound by blood but by choice or that Jacob was willing to listen without asking for anything in return or maybe that Morty and Jacob now shared the fact that they were both sleeping with Morty’s grandparent in some way… Regardless of where their new connection was from, Morty reached forward, wrapping his arms around Jacob's waist and buried his face in the other man’s sweater. Without a word Jacob returned the hug, holding Morty close for as long as the young man needed it.

After a minute Morty pulled away and wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve. “S-sorry. And thanks.” Morty said quietly to the pavement. 

“No need to apologize.” Jacob replied, smiling warmly. 

“W-we should go get your bag out of Dad's car.” Morty glanced over to the parking lot to refocus the two. Rick would often get side tracked out on adventures and it was Morty’s job to keep their main goal in mind.

“No need,” Jacob chuckled, “I left it back at the house. It was a better excuse than powdering our noses though. Are you ready to head back in?”

Morty nodded and followed his grandparent’s partner back up the stairs and into the diner to finish their lunch before heading back to the house for more Easter Day activities. 

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“Easter Baskets~!!!” Jerry sang as he swished into the room with 6 colorful grass woven baskets hanging from his arms. Now that they were all back at the house Jerry was still in his festive Easter Sweater with his fake Bunny ears perched on his head. Rick was the only one who had immediately changed out of his ‘good clothes’ the second he had gotten home while everyone else was still in their church outfits. 

The family had settled into the living room with Joyce, Leonard and Jacob sharing the couch while Beth had taken up residence on Jerry’s arm chair with a glass of wine in hand and Rick had dragged one of the breakfast nook chairs in to sit in front of the backyard’s sliding glass doors. Summer looked up from her spot on the floor, setting her phone down onto the coffee table as her father set a basket down in front of her. 

“For my darling daughter and precious son.” Jerry smiled as he set down the two first two baskets on his right arm one in front of Summer and the other in the empty spot next to it. 

“For my beautiful wife, Beth.” Jerry turned, sliding the last basket off his right arm to hand to Beth who took it less than enthusiastically.

“Gee, thanks Jer.” Beth resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her husband's over exuberance before downing the rest of her wine. She regretted not having made Space Beth tag in for the day; she was already exhausted from all the ‘festive celebration’. 

“Mom, Dad.” Jerry handed the first two baskets off his left arm to give to his parents on the couch. “And of course, Jacob. We’re happy to have you here.” Jerry finished his deliveries, his smile to his parent’s lover only half forced. He was getting better. Jacob smiled wide back up at him as he took the offered basket before Jerry stepped back to sit on the arm rest of the loveseat next to Beth. 

Morty stepped up next to Rick, a basket in his own hands. “And this one is for you, Rick. I-I didn’t want you to feel left out.” Morty smiled down at Rick who only lifted his unibrow in surprise. He wasn’t expecting to be included. He was a bit disappointed Morty wasn’t wearing the bunny ears like he had been when he saw him and his father working on Easter Baskets a few days ago but he didn’t let it show on his face. Rick just shrugged, taking the offered basket as Morty sat down at his feet and reached for his own basket across the coffee table.

“Okay, now that everyone has theirs you can open them up!” Jerry grinned.

“Wait, why don’t you have one Dad?” Summer asked, pausing for a second with her hands already plunged into her basket.

“Watching you all open yours is my Easter Basket. All I could ask for as a loving father, husband and son is that my family enjoys the fruits of my labor. And the ham I have in the oven will be the cherry on top. Literally, I finally got the pineapple rings and cherries to stay on while cooking! Tooth picks, who would have thought!” Jerry rambled on blissfully to himself, missing his family’s reactions to opening their gifts while he was lost in his own holiday induced monologue.

Rick shifted through the basket of usual Easter crap: colorful plastic eggs holding loose jelly beans, a small foil wrapped chocolate rabbit, yellow sugar coated marshmallows shaped like chicks and scrunched green paper grass… None of that interested him, he’d just dump it in Morty’s basket when the kid wasn’t looking. There was a partially wrapped set of screwdrivers and a 10 pack of AA batteries that Rick could get some use out of; must be Jerry’s Idea of a gift. Morty had unwrapped a new game for his Switch while Summer tore the plastic off of an impressive makeup pallet. Rick glanced over to Beth and Joyce opening up perfume while Leonard had gotten a tie and Jacob a generic gift card. Jerry looked way too proud of himself at his mediocre gift giving ability. Rick rolled his eyes at it but everyone seemed happy enough.

While poking around the fake grass of his basket a dark amber liquid caught his eye. He quickly pushed the rest of the items out of his basket revealing a dozen small bottles of liquor hidden under the hokey scrunched green paper. Rick picked one up, squinting in disbelief down at the little nip bottle as he read the label on it. 

Morty turned, grinning up at his astonished grandfather from down on the floor. Rick picked up a handful of the bottles then looked down at Morty who only smiled back even harder. 

“Morty, these nips are Nonitan Whiskey… T-this shit is expensive as fuck. How the fuck did you get your hands on so much of it?!” Rick asked genuinely bewildered.

“You remember that slimy mob boss back on Priux Nova 9?” Morty asked. Rick nodded. “He had a whole bowl of them in his office. When you jumped across his desk to grab him by the collar and his guards ran over to pry you off I-I shoved a bunch of them into my pockets! I was gonna wait for your birthday, but I couldn’t remember if it was in January or November, s-so I figured now was as good a time to give them to you as any.” Morty beamed, proud of himself.

Rick dropped his basket to reach down and grab Morty by his chubby cheeks. “God, I love you so fucking much, Morty.” Rick wanted to pull the kid in for a kiss, to take him right there on the coffee table in front of his entire family but he could already feel everyone’s eyes on him after his unexpected outburst. Instead Rick grabbed Morty under his arms and hauled him into his lap to attack him with tickles. 

Morty squealed in Rick’s lap, kicking and shrieking with tears in his eyes as he laughed and giggled. “-HAHAHAH- R-r-r-r-ick!! St-stop!! I’m gonna -HAHA- I’m gonna!!”

“Nope! You’re too sweet, Morty; Grandpa’s gonna eat you up! You’re gonna be my Easter dinner!” Rick laughed along with the boy, still assaulting his sides and tummy with tickling fingers. The rest of the family smiled from across the room at the caring grandfatherly appearance Rick had managed to put on for a moment to hide his more base desires. Even Summer cracked a small smile before going back to her new eyeshadows. 

Morty’s giggles abruptly stopped, his eyes going wide as he grabbed his stomach. Rick stopped too, still holding Morty in his lap as the kid’s demeanor completely shifted. 

“It’s time…” Morty said grimly, his fingers clenched into the soft cotton of his sweater.

“Oh shit, now?” Rick asked, letting go of Morty to push up his sleeve and check his watch. 4pm, exactly 2 weeks after the eggs had gone in, just like clock work. Morty was right, it was time. “Fuck, come on! L-let’s go see them!” 

Morty jumped to his feet and sprinted out of the living room toward the garage with Rick right behind him. 

“Dad! Time for what?!” Beth called behind them.

“Eggs!” Was all Rick yelled back before following Morty into the garage. The hatch to the subbasement was already open, Rick didn’t even bother with the ladder as he threw himself down the hole landing on the second level into his greenhouse. Morty impatiently waited for him in the elevator, his fingers hovering over the buttons on the wall but it was obvious he didn’t know what level of the subbasement his eggs were incubating on. 

“Move!” Rick shoved Morty out of the way to jam the button for level 5 into the panel. Morty didn’t say anything back, just grabbed onto the sleeve of Rick’s lab coat as the doors closed and the two descended into the depths of the basement below the house. 

When the door opened Rick and Morty burst out. Morty looked around frantically as Rick quickly walked over to the examination table in the middle of the room. It was the same table Morty had been squirming and coming his brains out on last night.  “Basement, ready a basin and a wash.” Rick said out loud, hitting the hidden panel in the floor with his foot causing a two foot glass tube to slide up out of its secret compartment in the floor. 

Seeing the familiar bubbling blue liquid and the baseball sized eggs suspended in it Morty ran forward, crashing into his grandfather as the old man lifted the heavy container up effortlessly. Morty watched as the center of the table opened up to reveal a shallow sink with small round holes in the bottom and faucets embedded into the sides. Rick twisted the top of the container, dropping it onto the floor and poured the contents into the sink. The thick blue goo drained from the holes leaving the blue tinted eggs sitting in the slightly translucent slime that still clung to their surface. The faucets activated washing the remaining fluid from the now slightly shaking eggs, leaving the soft jelly like blobs freshly rinsed. The tub lifted slightly, closing up the holes at the bottom as Morty watched, his eyes frantically scanning the little wobbly eggs for the signs of the first to hatch.

Morty bit his lip, clinging to Rick who pushed up his sleeve to open the scanner set in his forearm to run diagnostics. Trying to calm the kid a bit, Rick repeated a statement he had consoled Morty with numerous other times this past week. “Y-you know I said it earlier but you’re super lucky, Mort. You might be the first ever person to lay Journnous eggs and be conscious to see them hatch. I-i-i-it’s real, really something special… You’re rea-”

“Oh geez! Rick, look! They’re moving!!” Morty tugged Rick’s arm harder pointing down to the rumbling little egg sacks in the tray. The little jelly like orbs shook, rocking back and forth from the creatures inside them that started to stir. Just under the soft membranes of the eggs Morty could see something squirming inside but they were hard to make out under the near opaque of their exteriors. Or maybe the shells were clear and the creatures were blue or the eggs were filled with more of the blue slime that was still leaking out of Morty..? As his eyes frantically scanned his wiggling brood Morty wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

Morty briefly glanced up at Rick to see his grandfather’s face twisted in excitement; this must be his first time seeing the eggs hatch too, Morty realized. But Morty couldn’t focus on the old scientist next to him, he was way too concerned watching his eggs hatch. He hurriedly looked back down in time for his new maternal instincts to draw his eyes to the biggest egg just as the surface split. 

Quickly Morty confirmed the soft shells were clear and filled with a blue goo of a different consistency than what his own body was still making. A little white creature poked its head out of its squishy casing, wiggling its soft round body to shake free of the slimy coating and now discarded shell. Morty’s eyes grew wide as he looked down at the surprisingly familiar creature. It was small and white, covered in thick white cilia tipped with deep blue edges that made it look almost fluffy. On its head it shook a pair of long white branching antennae tipped in the same blue as its ‘fur’ that gave it the appearance of rabbit ears and had little rounded branching gills on its butt that looked like a bunny tail. The creature looked up at Morty with its nearly featureless face, opening its mouth to show a tiny set of fangs as it squeaked out a noise that melted Morty’s heart.  

“... Sea bunnies… R-rick… they’re sea bunnies…” Morty mumbled, staring down at the little cuddly alien creature as more and more eggs started splitting open. 

Rick smirked, shifting his eyes from the emerging brood to revel in the astonishment on Morty’s face before looking back down as more of the little creatures pulled themselves from the eggs. The once quiet subbasement was filled with the adorable chirps and squeaks of the little emerging aliens as half the brood pushed out of their shells. They crawled forward on their 6 short, rounded legs, tumbling into their siblings and rolling in the gentle current of the faucets that turned on to rinse the bunnies of the sticky goo that spilled forth from the eggs they had emerged from.

Morty watched as every one of his 20 eggs hatched. He heaved the cool, sweet scented air of the subbasement into his lungs as tears pricked his eyes. The usual smell of dank earthen musk, cold steel and sterile medical equipment of his grandfather’s subterranean lair was completely overtaken by a sweet floral alien scent, it smelt like lotus flowers and sea brine, like home and family and pure happiness. Morty was overcome by emotions he had never felt in such a combination; pride and love and joy and accomplishment and belonging… 

The pheromones… Rick had mentioned he would feel so much better after the eggs hatched because of the pheromones they released. Looking down at his newly hatched alien babies he did feel better. He felt so much better. The deep nervous gloom that had settled within the very core of his soul entirely faded leaving only the happy warmth that had followed him through his entire pregnancy. That blissful sense of purpose rushed through him as he reached forward toward the tray full of wiggling alien bunnies. 

As his hand hovered inches from his new brood the biggest of the lot squeaked, standing up on its back two legs to brush its soft little head against his hand. Morty felt the briefest psychic tingle in the back of his mind, just enough it heard the little creature whisper, “ mommy… thank you… ~<3”

“Rick… they’re sea bunnies…” Morty reiterated as more of his little spawn bunched around their sibling to rub up against their mother and thank him. “Like… l-like the ones in Pressure… Did you make them for me..?”

“Nah. These are real Jounnous from the real planet Parvianon. Imagine my surprise when I go to drag you off your computer and th-eeughhh-at dumb game you’re always playing a-and there on the screen are real actual aliens that I’ve had sex with and laid eggs for nearly 30 years ago. A-at that point Parvianon had been destroyed for at least 10 years but I knew you needed to see these guys so I started scouring Black Markets for anyone who, w-who had a viable set of eggs. And as luck would have it I found some just in time for Easter.” Rick smirked watching Morty’s cuddly little brood snuggle up to him before reaching forward to pluck the biggest of the bunnies out of the wiggly cuddle pile.“ I know they say not to give kids bunnies for Easter but you’ve earned this one, baby. Happy Human Holiday, Morty.” 

Morty pulled his hand back and held it up to his chest as Rick dropped the alien into his arms. The creature was about the size of a large guinea pig and immediately cuddled up to Morty as he held it against his chest. 

“W-wait, f-for real?” Morty glanced from the alien baby in his arms up to Rick in amazement. He barely remembered Rick saying he could keep one back when Rick had knocked him up but he thought the old man was just teasing him…

“Yeah, I promised you one didn’t I? I-it’s gonna need a name too, but I’m not sure if you could ever beat Morty Jr. that was the peak of alien baby names right there.” Rick teased.

Morty puffed his cheeks up from the comment, he didn’t like to think about Morty Jr. Now it seemed like a low point in the history of his alien children. “If I get to keep this one… t-then what’s gonna happen to the rest of them?” Morty asked with worry tinting his voice as he held his baby a little closer to his chest.

“Nothing bad. The Defiance has a sanctuary that’s dedicated to preserving species and habitats that have been wiped out by the Galactic Federation. These ones are, a-are gonna help repopulate their species over there. But this isn’t an act of charity. They-eeuagh-’re still paying me for them. Not as much as if I did sell them back on the black market but I’m not heartless enough to sell our first batch of babies to scummy alien low lives… or even worse to some fucked up Rick on the Citadel… these things would cause a fucking epidemic on, i-if they got loose there, Morty.” Rick shrugged through his explanation like it was nothing of consequence to him but Morty could feel how he really did care about the little creatures. “I might change my mind later but for now these ones are gonna get the best life they could hope for at the Defiance base. Space Beth’s coming in a few days for them.” 

“W-wait… first batch… does… d-does that mean you’re serious about us doing this again?” Morty couldn’t believe the way his heart fluttered at the idea. The psychic tickle in the back of his mind flared at the thought of more eggs, more siblings, more bunnies…

Rick’s smirk was back in full force as Morty mentioned doing it again. “Knew that would pique your interest, you little shit. I’m not opposed to the idea but there’s a few conditions. I already told you that laying these eggs is addictive and the transformations they cause can be permanent. If you do want to do this again we’re gonna do it responsibly.” Morty nodded at the serious tone in Rick’s voice. “And…”

Reaching forward, Rick plucked the unnamed Journnous baby out of Morty’s arms and dropped it back in the basin to roll around with its siblings. In its place Rick handed Morty a pastel colored paper bag. Morty peeked down into the bag and a blush spread across his cheeks at the contents. “Y-you’ve gotta be kidding…” 

“Nope! Try it on, I wanna see if it fits.” Rick smirked victoriously as Morty huffed, turning around to storm into a darkened corner of the basement before he started shedding his clothes. Rick turned away to a screen on his right to start running diagnostics and collecting data on the pile of squeaking alien babies still rolling around in their makeshift play pen. As much as he was eager to see Morty in his new outfit he did want to wait for the full reveal; he’d been waiting for since he cooked up this little part of his scheme, he could wait a little longer. It was the icing on top of their little misadventure, after all.

After a few minutes Rick had nearly drifted into the repetitive task of data collection when the sound of Morty’s throat clearing behind him shook him out of it. He eagerly spun around to look at his beloved boy wife of a grandson all dolled up just for him. 

Morty stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, a deep blush spread over his face as he felt more exposed than he ever had in his life. He figured after the humiliation of having to spend the last two weeks being pregnant and wearing girl's panties he would have been well equipped for this sort of embarrassment but he was proven wrong once again. 

He stood wearing a singular bodice piece that was made of a slick, slightly stretchy vinyl fabric that caught the fluorescent lights of the subbasement and hugged everyone of his new curves in a way that felt downright sinful. It was just barely wide enough at the crotch to cover his dick but was cut so high most of his hips were exposed, he had to take off his panties so as not to ruin the look of it. The top of the tiny body suit clung to his chest making Morty feel subconscious to the fact he didn’t have any boobs to fill it out with. Thankfully he wasn’t entirely exposed since the outfit came with a black jacket but it did little to lessen the lewdness of the costume. Instead it cinched at his waist leaving the top open to expose Morty’s lack of chest but it did at least cover his arms and had a white collar and blue bow tie that was admittedly pretty cute. This was Morty’s first time ever wearing fishnet tights and heels. Thankfully they were only two inch block heels instead of stilettos or something even worse but Morty couldn’t stop the shake in his ankles from the unfamiliar feeling. The outfit was topped off with a big white puffy bunny tail affixed to the back of the bodysuit that peaked out from in between the tails of the coat and a matching set of white bunny ears attached to a headband that Morty had used to push his bangs out of his face. 

He couldn’t believe Rick had stuck him in an actual fucking Bunny suit… 

As Rick’s eyes bore hungrily into his baby boy’s costume-clad body, Morty felt overcome by the need to pose. A shy smile crept over his face as he cocked his hip and raised his hands up almost like cat paws. “W-w-well…”

“Jesus Christ, Morty… you’re so fucking cute, baby…” Rick breathed out through his manic grin. God, he was a genius.

Overcome by embarrassment Morty looked away, dropping his cute pose to cover his hardening dick, his blush so intense he was worried he might pass out. “Aw geez... Y-you’re such a disgusting old pervert. W-where did you even find something like, l-like this anyway?” Morty mumbled, not moving even as he saw Rick push off from where he was leaning against the examination table. 

“True, but the suit has a purpose.” Rick stood in front of Morty sweeping his cute bunny boy into his arms as he leaned down to give his mini playboy a quick kiss. “This is my condition, if you want more eggs you’re gonna wear the outfit and you’re gonna beg like grandpa’s good little breeding bitch.” Rick teased the last few words just inches from Morty’s blushing face as his hands slid down the side of his bunny suit to sink his fingers into Morty’s mostly exposed ass checks while his fingers threaded through the holes of his fishnets. 

 Morty couldn’t help moaning into Rick’s domineering touch, his hips bucking forward to rub his straining erection into his grandfather’s solid groin now level with his own. Rick was playing him like a goddamn fiddle and there was nothing he could do against it. 

“You can find the darndest things on the Citadel. Next time we go we’ll have to swing by this place and you can pick out a few more outfits… They’ve got alllll sorts of costumes, Morty. In my size and yours~” Rick whispered in Morty’s ear sending a shiver though his love drunk frame. He was helpless in Rick’s arms as his grandfather caught his lips again for a kiss so deep it stole Morty’s breath. 

Morty kissed back hard, his hands sliding up behind Rick’s neck to hold on while he hooked his heeled foot around Rick’s leg as the old man ravaged him with kisses. “F-fine… I-I accept your conditions.” Morty whined as Rick peppered kisses along the side of his jaw and down to the top of his exposed chest. “A-are, a-are w-we gonna test the suit out o-or are you gonna make me wait f-for a special occasion?” Morty could feel Rick’s smirk against his skin as his grandfather chuckled during his barrage of kisses. 

Rick opened his mouth to tease more before the large screen on the wall behind them flickered to life showing a blue washed image of the garage. “Summer detected.” The calm feminine voice of the garage informed, drawing the attention of the two entangled males.

“Grandpa Rick, Morty! If you guys are down there fucking hurry it up!” Summer kneeled down next to the still open hatch to the subbasement and called down into the dark below. “Dad said dinner’s in 20 minutes and your butts better not be late!” 

“Took her long enough to figure it out.” Rick scoffed, letting go of one of Morty’s plump ass butt cheeks to hit the intercom button under the screen. “Yeah, yeah. W-we’ll be up in a bit.” He answered his granddaughter before shutting off the screen. 

“Looks like we’ve got enough time for another quickie. That okay with you, baby?” Rick asked, bringing his hand back to hold Morty as the boy in his arms nodded enthusiastically, nearly dislodging his headband in the process.

“W-wait! I-is it okay to do it in front of the babies?” Morty pushed back against Rick’s shoulder to look behind his grandfather to the examination table where his brood’s squeaking had quieted. Morty’s concern melted as he saw the pile of Journnous cuddled up asleep in a squishy mass of infant aliens. 

“Heh, yeah looks like they tuckered themselves out.” Rick straightened up, holding Morty against his hip as he turned to look at his snoozing little offspring with a soft smile of his aged face. “Even if they weren’t, t-those things are gonna be breeding machines in the next few weeks. Fucking in front of them would be fine.” Rick shrugged, looking back to the bunny in his arms.

“Could we try to be quiet s-so we don’t wake them at least?” Morty asked, grinning his still hard cock against Rick’s hip. Their interruption had done nothing to curb his needy boner and leaking hole. Thankfully the tag on the back of the bodysuit said it was fluid resistant, it seemed to be some sort of special Rick-tech fabric. 

Rick laughed hardily before quieting himself to a chuckle. “That’s gonna be on you, baby. You’re the one always moaning and begging so loud when I fucking rail your sweet little ass.” 

Morty defiantly puffed his cheeks before leaning forward to silence his grandfather's laughter with a kiss of his own. Rick was happy to let Morty lead the kiss as he shifted the crotch of the boy’s damp yellow body suit to the side to free the kid’s fishnet trapped cock and dripping little hole.

With Rick’s hands all over his ass Morty broke the kiss with a sweet smooching sound, smiling as he looked deep into his baby daddy’s deep brown eyes, “This is the best Easter ever, Rick.”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s a lot of competition for that title, Morty.” Rick smugly replied, two fingers sinking into Morty’s hole. 

Morty rocked back into Rick’s hand, already on the verge of climax. “Just take the compliment, dummy.” Morty whimpered, feeling his lover deep inside him. But it was true, this was the best Easter he’d ever had, and he was looking forward to many more Easter eggs in the future.