Nothing was a concern anymore. Everyone had long forgotten about June and Jeff. The chronivac made people forget June, and no one in Jeffs family called the cops. Hell, his sister would finger herself in front of the sack often, getting off on the thought of the two teens stuck together. For the two, Everything was sex. Forced against one another, every movement was sheer pleasure. At first, both tried to avoid moving. But after a while, the frustration got to them, and they began grinding against one another. Whether the person they were inside or had inside of them was awake, consenting, or even real, didn’t matter. Hours, days, months were passed by the thrusting. Nobody questioned the swaying black sack in the garage. Jeffs Mom loved it, thought it was hot.
After so much cum, June’s belly ballooned. There was no way for it to get out because Jeffs cock was stuck inside. It felt warm, between them. But neither cared. The only sensation they could feel was their genitals, interlocked. How long had it been? Jeffs sister had moved out. Jeffs Mom was elderly. But neither aged.
One time, When Jeffs sister visited, she felt bad and lowered them, washed them, let the cum out of June. But seeing them squirm, yearn for the womb like comfort of the sack and each others reproductive organs, she returned them.
Jeff and June are still there, her belly growing, both still humping, knowing nothing outside of that sack