CowboyBassett Writing & Art

Formerly WootenBassett75. 28 Male. Writing kink related stories and planning to upload art. Asks open, don’t be a douche. I’m tired of being nice so I won’t hesitate to block you.

[cowboybassett]

Hey folks, this is Cowboy (formerly WootenBassett75). Made a new blog for the sake of my own head health so here’s a few ground things to know.

~ DA account link (https://www.deviantart.com/cowboybassett)

CowboyBassett on DeviantArt

CowboyBassett is an artist on DeviantArt. Experienced artist and amateur writer. I enjoy writing stories that include pregnancy, expansion,

~ I’m 28 and a man. Don’t like it? Ain’t no skin off my back.

~ We are all degenerates here, so be a legal one. 18 or older y’all.

~ If you follow me and have no age in your bio or your FIRST post, instant block. Don’t care if you edit it later I’m blocking.

~ While I do RP, I have one partner, I have zero plans of expanding that so don’t ask.

~ People who do original artwork you all have my respect no matter the subject. Fuck AI

~ You can send asks for stories, but no guarantees I will write them. You send the same thing multiple time I PROMISE I won’t write them.

~ If you upload REAL birth, I will not follow you back so don’t ask.

~ I could not care less about your politics or religious opinions. This is a kink blog, I’m not preaching, and neither should you.

~ More will be added to this list later…

[shhhsecretsideblog]

Please reblog this if you create:

~ Labour & birth fiction

~ Labour & birth art

~ Fake labour & birth video and/or audio

I want to find and follow more content creators in this community whilst avoiding any images and videos of real life births. Thanks!

[sapphicbump]

A bit of labor struggle after careless potion intake... OC pic for notsafeforbak

[pushingparty-deactivated2023032]

She’s already birthing the head of the first triplet and she can’t even get her dress pulled up.

[ringofend]

Thinking about someone crowning into their suit of armor.

They’ve been making their way through a damp dark dungeon that is empty and quiet. There’s no immediate danger other than the baby beginning to bulge between their legs and the way their pregnant belly has been squeezed into their tight armor.

But they can’t stop moving. They have a warm home to get back to where their child should be born. Not here in the cold wet underground with barely any light.

One hand cupped between their legs, holding the baby in. The other holding a torch in front of them.

[donotpush1]

Have a prompt for you (not related to the DMs); a higher-up at a company or politician who has to give a big speech but she's been slowly cooking either her husband's child or a random fling's kid and it decided her big speech was the time to enter the world. Can she hide it long enough to finish her speech and get to safety, or will it be derailed by her own child's wailing?

hi Eldritch Prince :) Who cares what you did nine months ago, or what you're doing right now? Who cares what title is written in the little tag name hanging from the left side of one of your swollen breasts?

The thing here is that none of that matters right now, sweetheart. It doesn't matter if you're the boss or if you have got the whole eyes of a nation on you, waiting to hang on every word that comes out of your mouth?

It doesn't matter because you are not going to make the twelve steps between your seat, always at the head of the table, from the sterile glow of the screen with the so, so boring slides that John or Adam —God, you can't even remember or care right now— had been talking about for the past fifteen minutes. It doesn't matter because there's going to be an inevitable heat crawling up your body as soon as you stand up, feeling the trickle of amniotic fluid that escapes your body and trickles down your leg, the fabric of your pantyhose sticking to the skin of your inner thigh, feeling your knees almost buckle as you give your first step. 

It doesn't matter because you're obscenely pregnant, and it's so obscenely obvious that this baby is coming. That the tight, white fabric of your shirt is pressing and suffocating against the gravid dome of your stomach, pressing against your engorged nipples where a wet patch is starting to show, milk leaking out of you with every brush. Because it's obvious that you can barely stand straight, your legs threatening to spread open with every step, because you can feel the weight of the head pressing down on your birth canal, you can feel your hole starting to stretch around the heavy mass that's sitting so, so low and starting to spread you open. Because by the moment you reach the front of the room, shaking hands trying to swipe by on the next diapositive, trying to grasp at the last silver of your dignity as you can't help but lean on the table, fingers gripping at the wood, legs shaking as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood when the fire starts to spread all over your body, when you feel the head of your baby forcing it's way out, bulging out against your underwear, bulging out your pantyhose under your pencil skirt. 

It doesn't matter because every single one of the pair of eyes in the room is staring at you, pale and mouth wide, eyes traveling from your face in horror to between your legs, where the round shape of a head is starting to crown against the fabric of your skirt. None of it matters, honey, because that baby is coming and it's coming now.

[gravidweiner]

Working preggy girl

[divinexurrogate]

MMMNPH!! They're already so big! Gods, I need someone's hands on my belly, help calm them down

[fond-of-round]

9 to 5-er having a VERY interesting 5 to 9 this evening, miss girl may have to call out tomorrow

[shhhsecretsideblog]

Revisiting our characters from the Drive-Thru birth cos they were having WAY too much fun with that delivery. 28k words. Written with my co-writing hubby @cowboybassett

Content: simulated pregnancy and birth, married couple, sexual content, birth denial, fantasy indulgence.

Surprise 

Stacey arranges a surprise for her husband. What will Carter think when he gets home from work to find her heavily, heavily pregnant… but she certainly wasn’t expecting when he left that morning? 

It was a simple plan, but still, there were a few hurdles she had to jump to ensure everything went just perfectly. First was to arrange babysitting. Stacey and Carter had four children; two girls and two boys. Their youngest, Caleb, was nearly two years old, who had made a rather dramatic entrance into the world in a McDonald’s drive thru about 22 months ago. With four children, Stacey and Carter had very busy lives. It was rare they got any alone time these days, with football clubs, gymnastic class, not to mention the fact she was still breastfeeding the little one who was not so little anymore. Childcare for the evening was essential. 

A “date night” she had called it. And technically, that would be true. A nice evening together just the two of them, just husband and wife, and not ‘mum’ and ‘dad’. So she had packed off their brood in the car earlier - they were going for a sleepover with their grandparents. When she got home, she couldn’t help but feel the house was a little empty. Even if the quiet was a blissful change. 

Her husband knew she was planning a date night, a romantic evening for the two of them. What she hadn’t told him was the item she had bought online. One she had discovered in a very particular forum, something she very quickly ordered, and was oh so excited to try out. 

The Pregnancy Pill 

Ever wanted to know what it is like to be heavily pregnant and give birth? The Pregnancy Pill is a unique technological advancement that allows anyone with a uterus to fully experience the whole spectrum of pregnancy and birth. Simply download our app, connect to your individual pill, and choose your desired options. Rapid growth, large baby, multiple babies, long labour, short labour, posterior, breach… the possibilities are endless. And the best part - the special pill is 100% reusable. Once the baby (or final baby) is born, it will shrink back to the original pill size to be used all over again.  

As someone who had given birth for real four times, you would think that Stacey and Carter would be done with pregnancy. However, their youngest’s sudden and unprecedentedly erotic birth in the drive-thru had brought to light previously undiscovered kinks for the married couple. It took a few weeks or months to recover from the ordeal, but then the confessions came out, late at night when the kids were asleep. Both Stacey and Carter admitting just how fucking arousing the whole experience had been. So when Stacey made the discovery of The Pregnancy Pill a couple of weeks ago, she knew what she wanted to do. 

After the kids were at the grandparents, Stacey readied herself for tonight’s events. She had a long shower, shaved her legs and armpits, and afterwards put on her favourite maternity dress. The instructions were simple; connect the pill to the app on her phone, then, once connected insert the pill into the vagina. It took some negotiating to get her hand at the right angle, but Stacey soon completed her task. Next, the settings. 

She scrolled through the app’s different options. It seemed to run in live time, meaning that you could alter or change the pregnancy and birth during the process. That could be fun. Stacey grinned, imagining what Carter would do if left in control of the app. She didn’t go through to the birth options just yet, she would save that for when her husband got home. Looking at the time, he would likely be getting home in the next hour. Excitement twirled and danced in her stomach. Or maybe it was already The Pill. She better progress this pregnancy if she was going to get her desired response from her husband. 

There was a part of Stacey that was nervous about this pill, it wasn’t exactly from a reputable website. But her desires to play out all manner of unplanned or sensual births won out against any hesitation she might have had. As she scrolled through the pregnancy options, there were just so many, she settled on a tamer route for their first go. 

One baby. 9lbs. Anterior positioning. 

Pregnancy development: 30 mins to full term. 

From the second she clicked ‘Accept’ on her choices, Stacey felt an immediate change in her body. A steady warmth erupted from her womb, spreading down her thighs and up her spine. She shifted on the bed, breathing a little more measured as the gentle cramping began, her womb slowly expanding around the developing ‘child’. 

“Whoa… this… this is gonna be fun.” She chuckled to herself, her hand on her belly that was already forming the first signs of a bump. 

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“Thank you.” Carter handed the cashier a twenty dollar bill, taking the bouquet of flowers in his other hand. They hadn’t been able to have a proper night alone in almost two years. Not that it was a large complaint of his, they both loved their children, and adored being parents. But to finally have a proper date night? Carter was prepared to make the most of it.

He left the shop, climbing into his car. It wasn’t far to get home, maybe thirty minutes at most. With a smile on his lips, he sent a quick text message to Stacey.

Carter: On my way home. Need me to stop and get anything?

Carter watched as his phone notified him that his wife had seen the message, a bubble with three dots blinking in and out as she typed up a response. It was simple, quick.

Stacey: Nope! Head on home love. 

With a smile on his lips, he put the car in drive, and began to navigate home. The entire drive he wondered what the plan was. A movie? Nothing in the theaters interested him or Stacey at the moment, all ridiculous action movies or remakes of remakes. Maybe dinner out in town? That made sense, he didn’t want her to have to cook unless she wanted to. Even if she did cook, he would ensure she wasn’t alone in the kitchen. In the end, it didn’t matter what the plan was. All Carter cared about was a night, just them, together. 

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What surprised Stacey most was the realism. As an experienced mother who’d gone through four pregnancies, she was well equipped to make the comparison. She expected the bump, that was a given, but the expansion and sensitivity of her breasts were an unforeseen bonus. Wearing her 1950’s style floral sundress, one of her favourite maternity outfits which had seen plenty of use with three of the four pregnancies happening during the height of summer, her bosom completely filled the larger cup size of the dress. 

Beneath her swollen chest was a gravid and undeniable bump. Naturally her hands moved across its surface, tracing large circles around the full size of the globe that now sat heavy on her hips. That was another pleasant surprise and something which added to its realism - the weight in her hips and pelvis. It was exactly like when she was heavily pregnant with her children. Not to mention the feeling of movement from within, the kicks and shifting as the ‘baby’ grew in her womb. It was just so real. 

Standing in front of the floor length mirror in their bedroom, Stacey looked in awe at her reflection. Within thirty minutes her regular body had ballooned into a maternal goddess, absolutely brimming with life. The relatively quick progress of the pregnancy meant she had to ride out the changes in her body. It wasn’t something she could pretend wasn’t happening, or to carry on as normal. The waves came in bursts, warm and sensual and almost pulsing, her womb expanding and muscles stretching to accommodate the growing foreign object. It wasn’t altogether painful, just a very strange sensation that was at times a little overwhelming. But now, now she was full term. The fact was undeniable. 

The rounded shape of her bump beneath the dress was very obviously hanging low, more oval and sitting closer to her hips. Not only that but her movements had altered. The increased weight in her pelvis made her legs part and the waddle Carter was so fond of to return. 

Carter. Shit. What was the time? He would be home soon. She had to move if she wanted to get the best possible reaction. 

Slowly, and very carefully, Stacey made her way downstairs. She could feel each step seemed to grind the weight of the ‘baby’ deeper into her hips. She couldn’t help the laboured breathing, the occasional huff, as she moved. 

Dinner was already in the oven, well the meat was. She still had to prepare the potatoes. Navigating the kitchen with a full pregnant belly, Stacey very easily slipped into the familiar routine. Stepping a little back from the counter so her bump could fit in the gap, cradling the underneath when she bent over to pick out a pot for the stove, swaying her hips side to side around the fullness in her pelvis when she stood to chop the potatoes. 

The smell from their dinner soon filled the warm kitchen; the glazed brisket in the oven and the roast potatoes on a rolling boil on the hob. Stacey put on some music to fill the empty space, the lack of children making it too quiet for the mother’s ears. She set the table for their dinner, using their fancy placemats and cutlery they’d got as a wedding present but seldom used, lighting a couple of candles in the centre. 

Time quickly passed, the afternoon sun turning the sky through the windows a glorious shade of amber and pink. Carter would no doubt be home soon. Stacey rubbed her giant belly, its size putting even the maternity shape of the dress to the test. She practically thrummed with excitement and anticipation for her husband to gaze upon her changed figure, to discover his surprise. 

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The garage door closed behind him, the car already in park as Carter grabbed the flowers for Stacey. The steps to the mud room had to be carefully navigated, toys littering the floor. It always cheered him, the blatant evidence of their family life. The second the door opened, the most mouthwatering scent hit his nose. She really loved him.

”I’m home!” He called out, kicking off his shoes before walking further. “The grocery store didn’t have our wine, so I’ll make us some tea.” 

“No worries, darling. I’m in the kitchen making us dinner.” Stacey called back innocently, keeping the excitement from showing too much in her voice. 

The trek through the house was the same as always, though without the patter of little feet, it almost felt empty. Maybe their date night would be on the shorter side, if they both grew to miss their kids too much. He forced the thoughts aside with no small amount of will, and kept walking. Their home was simple, decorations on the wall weren’t for ambiance, they were memories. Their eldest, Nathan’s, first little league trophy along with a photo of him in his uniform. 

McKenzie, their second born who was conceived far faster than either of them intended, had her own pictures up as well. She hated being in photos, and Carter distinctly recalled using velcro on her pants to keep her in place for her one year photoshoot. She was the artist of the family, and anytime she handed either of her parents a new drawing, Carter would frame it, and hang it on the wall. 

Their third child, a girl who was the spitting image of her mother in all ways, was named Claire. At only four years old now, she was obsessed with her princess movies and would sing along as often as she could. He held no reservation that her overnight bag to her grandparents included at least three princess dresses and four tiaras. The family had a plan for a trip to Disney soon, and Carter couldn’t wait to see Claire’s eyes light up when she saw her favorite characters in the flesh.

Caleb, the youngest and easily their favorite story to whip out at dinner parties, had fewer photos on the walls. A small collage by the entryway to the kitchen had a picture of him as a newborn held in his mothers arms, a snapshot he’d taken mere moments after birth. Pictures from each month of his life covered the board, usually with another family member holding him. Carter smiled, as he recalled the memory of that drive thru.

”God, it smells good in here babe.” Carter rounded the corner. “Is there anything I can…”

He froze, mouth falling open but failing to formulate anything other than a dumbstruck exhale. Stacey was in the kitchen, cooking and looking as beautiful as ever, and yet… I’m dreaming, this is a dream. As his wife turned to stir potatoes, he got the full side profile. She was, pregnant?! No, that simply wasn’t possible. Not only had they both agreed that they’d wait till Caleb was older before discussing another baby, Carter was dead certain that she hadn’t been pregnant this morning.

”Did, I-is that a pillow?” He asked, his eyes conveying the confusion that his body radiated. It was a full twenty seconds before he was able to put together another sentence. “I guess these flowers are for two reasons now huh?” Carter approached, free hand going to her back while the other held the flowers before her. “You know if you just said you didn’t want to wait for the next baby, I would have been cooperative…”

Stacey couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of her husband’s jaw hitting the kitchen floor was exactly what she’d hoped. She could practically hear the cogs in his brain trying to make sense of the sight before him, knowing full well she was not pregnant when he left for work this morning. And yet there was a flash of doubt, in the grey flecks of his eyes, thinking for a millisecond that they might be expecting their fifth child and he’s just forgotten. 

“A pillow?” She mused, her hands naturally resting on the top curve of her bump that pulled the fabric of her sundress tight over its surface. A grin pulled at her pink lips as she took the flowers from her husband, placed them on the kitchen counter, and took his hand in her own. She placed his palm on the firm dome of her belly over the fabric of her dress. “Does this feel like a pillow darling?” She smirked. 

At that moment the ‘baby’ in her womb shifted, turning around and wedging its head in her pelvis and kicking up where Carter’s hand was resting. “Ooof-” Stacey winced but kept her wide grin and bright smile as she watched his eyes narrow in confusion. 

Well, that felt oddly realistic. And Stacey's acting, pretending as if there was a baby and it was kicking…

”It, doesn’t.” He said, still horrendously confused. Both hands pressed against her womb, as if through touch he might figure out exactly how she was making him believe this. He kept exploring, finding the little nuances through the fabric that told him this was in fact, real. Questions stacked unimpeded in his mind, and with no chance of sorting them out alone, he just enjoyed it for the moment. The baby within was moving, and the look on his face reshaped into that same magical expression he had for every one of her pregnancies.

”How?” Carter asked, and without waiting for her to answer, his fingers clawed at her dress. Inch by inch, the fabric rose, till her fertile dome of flesh was exposed before him. A spike of warmth within him formed as memories of the last time he saw his wife like this entered his thoughts. “Stace?” His eyes rose to meet hers, an effort he hadn’t expected to be so difficult. “Baby what is this?”

Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks tinged pink as her husband clawed the dress up to reveal the full expanse of her stretched and full womb. 

“Surprise.” She said simply, leaving it hanging in the air. It didn’t answer any of his burning questions, but they would get to that. For now she just relished the feel of Carter’s large hands of her bare skin, it was stretched and sensitive, exactly as it had been for every one of their pregnancies. 

“I… I wanted to do something special for us, for our first evening alone in well… years.” She needed to say more, to explain, he didn’t even know this technology existed let alone the fact anyone with a computer could order the device for recreational use. But it was too complicated, too many words to bring him up to speed when all she wanted to know was— 

“Do you like it?” 

Carter didn’t answer at first. The father of four knelt before his wife, gently rubbing either side of her belly. The man was still awestruck, Stacey was pregnant, and yet, not pregnant. Every synapse in his mind fired simultaneously, trying desperately to come up with what to say. All he knew, or at least all his mind told him, was that that ‘baby’ in there was his, almost like whatever she’d done had triggered his protective and fatherly nature. Before either of them knew it, Carter leant in, placing a kiss on her swollen middle. The ‘child’ within kicked, and he grinned, the curl of his lips making his whiskers prickle along the newly sensitive skin.

“I don’t like it.” He said, though his eyes remained joyous. “I fuckin love it.” Carter rose, hands never leaving. In his mind he couldn’t stop thinking how this was exactly how he’d acted with all her previous pregnancies. Hands had to be on her. “This is incredible…”

Habitually, Stacey looped her arms around her husband’s neck, her body pressed against him as much as her new swollen belly would allow. “Hmmm… I’m glad you love it.” She purred, kissing him softly. Their lips parted, tongues entwined and danced together in a passionate, well-practiced routine. 

“And the best part….” Stacey said, her breathing already heavier between the heated kisses. “…is that we can do this again and again….” She hummed “…so many settings to try… to play with….” Her teeth grazed his bottom lip while her fingers got lost in the salt and pepper locks of his hair. 

Carter’s hands were all over her body, massaging and squeezing every inch, and then, all of a sudden he gripped her widened hips and lifted her up in the air. Stacey’s legs wrapped around his hips instinctively and she squealed in surprise. He popped her down on the top of the kitchen counter, standing between her spread legs. His eyes were dark and hungry and laser focused on the gravid bump prominent between them. Her dress had fallen over her bare skin but he soon pushed it up, as if he needed to see her exposed and stretched belly in order to fully comprehend what was happening. 

“It’s called The Pregnancy Pill; a full simulated pregnancy controlled entirely via an app on my phone.” Stacey began to explain while Carter’s fingers roamed across her sensitive skin. 

Carter listened, but all the information she gave was quickly shunned into the back of his mind. The surface was so taut, and he couldn’t help himself as he reacquainted himself with every square inch of her skin. Radiating beauty like she always did, despite it being an artificial pregnancy. Carter lent in, eyes fixating on the little ripples courtesy of the ‘baby’ within.

“So, it’s fake, but it’s real?” He asked her, feeling his body growing warm thanks to his sometimes distracting attraction to his wife. A hindrance in public to be sure, but one the couple always was able to rectify like first time lovers. In the privacy of their home? Carter made no attempt to conceal his lustful looks towards Stacey. “What did you set this one to?” The question came with a gentle pat on her stomach.

She giggled, from the look in his eyes she was hopeful about all the fun they would have with this little device. 

“Just the one baby. A nine-pounder. And I can feel every ounce already in my hips.” Her words were breathless, both from the advanced pregnancy but also the arousal she felt coiling in her stomach. She shifted slightly on the counter, leaning back a fraction to feel the full depths of the large full term baby that was now curled up in her pelvis. 

“I only selected the pregnancy settings, to make sure you came home to find me like this. My date night surprise. But I left the birth options for you…” An arched eyebrow, the pout of her lips, gave her husband all the confirmation he needed for her playfulness this evening. 

“Oh is that so?” He asked, stepping closer. He felt her stomach pressing against his, a sensation he only now realized he’d missed so much. “Well, maybe we can wait to put those settings in…” Carter slid a hand around, finding the base of Stacey’s back. He leaned closer, planting another kiss. “I think this date night is going to be one to remember.” He whispered. Carter's eyes darted to the oven, the timer on it read just over ten minutes. Plenty of time for a little fun before dinner. “So, darling.” He began, his words a purr. “Did the pill cause your hormones to spike too?” As he asked the question, his grip on her lower back faltered, leaving only fingertips. His other hand however, had migrated, his knuckles brushing against her inner thighs.

Stacey shuddered. His hand was barely above her knee but the skin of her inner thigh was alive with sensitivity. “I dunno if it’s The Pill or… just the fact it’s been so long since we’ve had a night to ourselves.” Her breathing was heavy, which had nothing to do with the baby in her belly. “Oh Carter.” 

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him close, her lips desperately colliding with his. Even with their advanced years, Carter still looked so handsome with a touch of ruggedness about him. The stubble on his strong jaw, the grey flecks in his brown hair, his large hands on her bare skin. The cologne he’d put on before work had faded and mixed with an intoxicating scent that was earthy and sexy and just him. Stacey moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing around his with a passion she’d not felt in decades. 

His hand on her lower back pressed up, arching her spine towards him and squishing the heavy orb of her belly between their bodies. They both made a gravelled sound of pleasure, the huge swollen pregnant belly igniting their new desires, discovered following the birth of their fourth child. She wanted him, she wanted to feel him against her when she was gravid and bursting with life. They’d of course been intimate throughout all their real pregnancies but with the other symptoms of carrying a child - the exhaustion, nausea, aches and pains - they never went truly wild. But now, well now she had only been pregnant about an hour. Her body felt heavy and swollen but in the best way - no aches or pains or tiredness. It was perfect. 

His other hand travelled up her thigh, dancing dangerously close to the lace trim of her underwear. She grinned devilishly against his lips. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to send me into labour would you?” Stacey whispered. As much as she wanted her husband right here and now, she didn’t want to peak too soon. Plus she couldn’t deny the call of the app and all the birth settings they’d yet to discover. 

Her words made his hair stand up on end, a shuddering breath escaping him. “I don’t know if you want me to answer that question honey…” 

Carter's fingers found her underwear, lifting them just enough to allow him to slip beneath. He tugged them, just enough to make sure Stacey knew what he was doing. His own pants grew uncomfortable as his body reacted to hers. The sight of his wife shuddering as his knuckles brushed against her lips made a devious smile appear on his face, a smile Stacey had not seen since that drive thru twenty two months ago.

“But…” He began, letting his fingers extend beneath the hidden fabric of her panties. “I could answer it.” Gingerly, his middle finger found her quivering opening, and with next to no pressure, slid up its center. “But I won’t answer with words my love.”

Stacey’s thighs twitched, her breath hitching, as her husband lightly traced the flesh beneath her underwear. “Oooohh… whoa…. C-Carter…” she moaned. Instinctively her legs drew together like magnets, trapping his hand between her thighs. 

“Y-you know you c-can’t— oooooha— trigger labour this way.” She tried to speak, to tell him their usual methods to bring on contractions wouldn’t work for this simulated pregnancy. Only the app could control what happens. 

Moving around and around, the pads of Carter’s fingers caressed her sensitive skin, pulling focus from the words she was trying to say. “W-we need— to select— the b-b-birth options darling—” But Stacey’s words cut off when her husband slipped two fingers inside of her and she nearly choked on the moan that rattled up her throat. 

He pressed his lips against hers, as he did, he curled his fingers into a hook shape. Carter knew just how to work her when they were in the mood, and the desires being felt in the kitchen were feral. The need to have his wife at that moment overcame everything. Her belly made it difficult, but Carter adjusted, bringing the hand that was on her back around to her womb. The two fingers nestled within her kept their work going, even as he subconsciously rose to his toes, a motion that, if they were both dressed for the occasion, would have embedded his ever hardening erection into her.

“Stace…” He groaned, moving from her lips to her jawline and down to her neck. “How’s it feel?” As he asked, he curled his fingers again, the motion becoming repetitive.

Her body rocked on the counter, circling back and forth in time with his movements, his index and middle finger hitting the perfect spot. “Oh— a-amazing…” she hummed, biting her bottom lip. 

The delicious pressure and weight in her womb was matched perfectly against her husband’s expert moves. He knew exactly what she liked, how to hold her, where to kiss her. Soon any thoughts of conversation were lost to the steady pulsing of pleasure building between her thighs. While Carter’s fingers worked their magic, his lips peppered her neck and chest with feverish kisses. He took extra time on the spot just below her jawline and earlobe, prompting an involuntary squeeze of her thighs around his hand. 

The things he wanted to do to her on the counter… it would absolutely test the construction. Carter's attention became far more involved as their passion flared. Stacey’s squeezing thighs only inflamed his needs. Before he knew it, her hands were on him, lifting his shirt to touch his chest, manicured nails glide across his skin as she pulled him a bit closer. The jostling of his belt made an audible groan escape his throat. Stacey had managed to reach down, an impressive feat of flexibility considering her gravid size.

It wasn’t long before he felt freedom, his jeans no longer containing his desires. Carter's fingers retracted, and the delicious whimper Stacey made caused a spasm as his body reacted. There was a pause as the couple stared into each other's eyes, this moment of intimacy the beginning of a new chapter in their life. Keeping her gaze locked with his, Carter guided himself in, enjoying the delicious flutter her eyelids made as her body accepted his.

Stacey had forgotten just how eye-rollingly good pregnant sex was, especially heavily pregnant sex with a baby so low and heavy in her womb. The air left her lungs as Carter slowly sunk inside, the fullness, oh the fullness. It was almost overwhelming but in the best way. “Oh god!” She gasped, her nails clawing beneath his shirt to both bring him closer and keep her steady. 

“Breathe” he whispered in her ear, foreshadowing words he would no doubt be saying to her in labour. 

It took a few moments, a few deep breaths, for Stacey to settle and adjust to the intense pressures, to the fullness in her lower half. She was right on the edge of the counter now, her legs high and hooked around Carter’s hips, while her arms moved from his chest to drape over his shoulders and hang down his back. The swollen orb of life was squashed between them, only adding to their arousal. Carter began to move, slowly but with purpose, a gentle rhythm as his hips moved back and forth, back and forth. Each thrust seemed to hit deeper and deeper, each prompting low moans from Stacey, husky in his ear while she clung to him and kissed his neck. 

The moment was electric, his hands holding her, their bodies pressed with such intimate closeness that he could feel every tremor. Stacey’s stomach shifted against his abdomen, and he had to consciously tell himself that it wasn’t a real baby in there, just a simulation. That didn’t stop his rising affection for her body though. Carters hand shot behind his wife. Palm down, he swiped it across the countertop, pushing away the ingredients she’d set aside for dinner. A ladle hit the ground with a thunk, but that was a non-issue.

His thrusts became more inspired, each one scooting Stacey back just a bit on the granite topped island. Knowing the counter was clear, he let his hand come back to her stomach. Unbeknownst to him, he’d found some discarded flour which now covered his palm, a white handprint on the side of her womb was the only evidence. One they wouldn’t notice till their moment of passion was at an end.

As Carter’s movements got more passionate, Stacey found her head tipping back, panting heavily towards the ceiling. Her dress was still bunched up between her enlarged chest and swollen bump, each thrust jossling her body making her breasts bounce. The feel of his hand was possessive on her belly, a shiver running up her spine, she loved how dominant and protective he got whenever she was pregnant.  

“Ohhhh… I’m… getting close….” She whined, feeling her muscles coiling, tense and pulsing on the edge of release. “T-tell me… how much you love me like this… t-tell me how you want to see me g-give b-birth…” 

“On your hands, nngh, and knees.” He groaned, his mind drawing a vivid image of how Stacey would deliver this pill baby. His climax was growing near, that warm sensation in his pelvis told him as much. “Wherever in the house you want…” Or wherever you can manage to waddle. Carter thought to himself. Watching her chest rise and fall to match his pace, he knew just how to get Stacey to fall from the cliff of her rising desire. He let go of her belly, sliding along her skin till he found her breast again. “All I know.” He said, his trembling voice unable to hide the fact that he was close. “Is I want you to push for me…”

The second his voice, gravelled and strained in her ear, mentioned ‘pushing’ it was game over for Stacey. With his fingers beneath her sun dress, squeezing her nipples while he thrust deep and uttered his own fantasy aloud, she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasp Stacey hurtled straight over the edge of pleasure, her inner walls clamped down tight around her husband. The orgasm rippled through every cell of her body, back arching and belly jutting against his, all the while her fluttering womanhood squeezed around his girth. She couldn’t help the high pitched moan of pleasure, calling out his name followed by a few expletives, riding the wave of the best high she’d felt in years. 

Carter wasn’t able to hold back, Stacey’s body pulled his release out of him like a siphon. With how busy they’d been after the birth of their fourth child, nothing had been this passionate. Always they were tired, always occupied, but this date night permitted a primal exertion of their mutual sexual frustrations. His chest and stomach tightened as his body pulsed, spilling the seed that gave them both four perfect kids. Even now, he smiled at the thought of this ‘baby’ in her womb being another for the group. They remained there, panting, recovering from their sexual highs.

“Well.” He said, his voice hoarse. “That was, something.” Bloodflow began to return to its normal circulation as he reached up to cup Stacey’s cheek. “I will never not find you sexy baby.” Carter grinned, then helped her to rise up to a seated position. As he pulled out of her, her panties slipped back to their original position between her thighs, already darkening as remnants of their arousal leaked out. “Do we need to worry about that?” He asked her, tucking himself back into his own pants before helping her down off the counter. The way her hands instantly shot to her lower back brought the endearment back out instantly, and his palm joined hers to apply pressure.

“Hmmm? Oh, I’ll clean the surfaces later, don't worry.” Stacey mused with a smile, knowing their night was only beginning. 

Now standing, the familiar weight of the baby dropped back into the bowl of her hips, pulling at her spine. Their love making had been passionate and thrilling, but her age and “pregnancy” made for a slower recovery. Her breathing was still a little heavy as her husband massaged the base of her spine. “Thanks darling, I’ve only been pregnant an hour and can already feel it in my hips and back. Baby is definitely a big one.” 

Their post coital quietness was rudely interrupted by the dinging of the timer on the oven. “Oh… that’s dinner ready then. Assume you're hungry after all that exercise?” She said coyly. 

“I am, and I can only imagine how hungry you are.” Carter grinned at her, then leant in to kiss her forehead. “Now, go sit down. You worked hard on dinner, I will serve.” He helped her to the table, pulling out a chair before retreating to the oven. All of it was ready, and Carter quickly made plates for them both. When he returned to sit beside her, he admired her body’s curves yet again. He knew her eyes were on him the entire time he worked in the kitchen, just as he stole glances at her. 

“Bob appetite baby.” He said. “Don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you.” 

“Did you just say ‘bob appetite’? It’s bon appetit darling.” Stacey couldn’t help laughing at her husband’s faux par. “I was thinking the same thing actually. The father of my children, still devilishly handsome, who enjoys pregnancy as much as me. It’s probably why we have four kids already, though perhaps we didn’t fully understand why until Caleb’s birth.” She ran a delicate hand over the full curve of her bump affectionately, clearly enjoying its weight sitting over her thighs.  

From his pocket, Carter pulled out Stacey’s phone. He’d seen it open on the counter, the app already loaded. Just out of her reach he scrolled, finding all the options. The lump in his throat threatened to come all the way out. There was no way they’d only do this once, so he wasn’t trapped on options.

As she began to eat her dinner, the brisket practically melting in her mouth, she saw Carter on his phone. Wait, no that was her phone. His grin told her immediately what he was looking at. 

“So…. What do you think? The app is amazing isn’t it. All the different settings.” She was ravenous, speaking slightly with a mouth full of food, eager to eat but also eager to talk about what would be happening next on their date night. “I haven’t looked at any of the birth options yet though, I got a bit too sidetracked picking the pregnancy ones.” 

That wasn’t entirely true. Stacey had taken a little peak at the labour and birth settings. From baby’s positioning, to events to trigger labour or water breaking, all the way to the length, intensity and sensations of the contractions - a painful to pleasurable scale. She didn’t need to spend long on the app to know how perfect it would be for them. After a quick glance she did swipe out of the settings, excited over the idea of Carter controlling the birth entirely, to not know what exactly would be happening added another thrilling layer to this whole experience. 

“Found anything that takes your fancy?” Stacey asked, shovelling another forkful of dinner into her mouth. The tone so casual she could have simply been asking what he wanted to watch on the tv that evening. 

“A few things.” He said, setting the phone down for a moment to combine his meat and potatoes onto a single fork spear. “I can’t believe they thought of all these. Baby they even have intensity slides for the ‘urge’ to push. Not the pushing itself, the urge.” While he wasn’t exactly the most tech savvy man, he did at least have a working understanding of phones. He tapped a few different options, scrolling idly as he experimented. Nothing was set in stone, and from what he could tell they could reset or even end the pregnancy at any moment should they decide to. 

“Oooo, baby head size? Length, weight, hell there’s a twins option?” Carter smiled deviously at his wife. “We can save that one for later.” After another few bites, he went back to the labor options. The amniotic sac had numerous options for it, thickness, capacity, even how durable it was. Carter subtly, as if he were just scrolling down a shopping app, slid the capacity to add twenty percent. At first it seemed like nothing happened, but then he felt the table get nudged, and saw Stacey’s bump which had been less than an inch away from the edge was now pressed firmly into it. “I think we are going to get into trouble with this app.” He said with a laugh. “There’s no way we will be productive adults when alone if we have access to this.”

“Ooof… I felt that. What did you do?” Stacey grinned, she readjusted her position on the chair so her belly wasn’t quite as pressed against the table’s edge anymore. 

“Ohhh nothing. Just wanted to give you more reason to waddle.” He winked at her, and continued to eat.

After Carter confessed to his impulsive fingers, Stacey could feel the excitement and thrill bubbling in her belly that had nothing to do with the ‘baby’ in there. Suddenly she couldn’t wait for things to get going, to have her husband quite literally throw her into labour. “You’re loving this already aren’t you?” She teased, her legs parting just a fraction beneath the table to accommodate the slight increase in her bump size from the additional amniotic fluid. 

Throughout their dinner Carter continued to scroll and investigate the app’s full potential. Sometimes he would tell her what he’d found, other times he just gave her a lustful evil smirk. The look in his eyes alone was enough to make her thighs clench with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, both sets of knives and forks were placed together atop the empty plates. 

Carter rose from the table, grabbing his and Stacey’s plates. They’d deal with all those later, or at least once things kicked off and even mundane tasks became highly entertaining. While in the kitchen, he pulled out her phone again, the button to trigger labor was so, so tempting, but the buildup? He couldn’t think of anything sweeter than his memories with Stacey as they waited for progress. Humming lightly, he let the app start some contractions, Braxton Hicks, strong, but nowhere near their peak ability. It was only a few second delay before he heard the humming Stacey made in response, and he felt that lust grow yet again. 

“Feeling something honey?” He asked without looking, his tone indicative of his hand in her newfound situation. “Something like… little bits of pressure? Maybe the head nestling lower.” 

“Ooooh….mmmmh….” Stacey sat back in her chair, both hands either side of her swollen belly that was suddenly very tight. She hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t noticed Carter taking the phone with him from the table. She was idly enjoying her simulated pregnancy and sipping her drink when her muscles began to clamp and squeeze. 

“Hooooo… okay…. This feels… realer than I expected. Not too strong but… they're definitely something. My belly is so tight now.” Stacey shifted on her seat, her legs wide on the chair as she rocked and held her bump, feeling and noticing every little change. “Baby does feel lower now… did you… did you start labour already?” 

She wouldn’t be annoyed if he had, she was just expecting a little warning perhaps. Not that she had any warning for any of her real pregnancies, but at least there had been subtle signs. This felt a bit abrupt. But she couldn’t say that was a bad thing. 

“Kinda.” He turned around, leaning on the counter for a moment as he watched his wife hold her belly. “Just some practice. It’s been almost two years hon.” He pushed off, coming to her side. Carter placed the phone, screen up, in front of her. As he leaned in, he whispered to her. “But maybe we don’t need practice. Just… jump right in.” He tapped the contraction button, the real contraction button.

Stacey sucked in a breath, mouth falling open as the contraction gripped her. Carter had no idea how strong it actually was, but the way one hand white knuckled the table, and the other shot to her stomach, he imagined it was strong. Her fingers enclosed on her dress, scrunching it up in her palm. It was, quite something. 

“Does that feel like old times?” He asked, planting a kiss on her head. “Baby wanting out and telling you as much?” The timer on the contraction was coming to a close, and even though he could extend it, that wasn’t what he wanted… yet. His palm found her rock hard womb, and rubbed wide circles. “Only ten more seconds love.”

“Mmmmmgh…. Hoooooo…” Stacey’s eyes had closed, already having to focus through the contraction, even though it was only the first one. There had barely been any sort of warning between Carter’s fingers pressing that button and the abrupt tightening of her belly. No light tensing, the echo of a contraction on the horizon like with a real pregnancy. No this almost jumped straight into the wave, as if she was already hours into labour. Her belly was a ball of iron beneath her dress, firm and tense, muscles squeezing inward and down. It was painful, but with Carter’s voice caressing her ears and his large hand possessive over her contracting womb, it was painful in the best way. 

Stacey released a hummed moan as it peaked and ebbed away. Slowly opening her eyes to find Carter’s face oh so close to her own. “You… you’re gonna be insatiable with this…” she breathed heavily, recovering slowly. “That was damn strong for a first contraction. I have half a mind to take that phone off you.” 

Stacey playfully tried to take her own phone back but Carter was too quick. Her swollen belly impeded her reach and it was gone before her fingers could swipe hold of it. 

The quickly disappearing phone was followed up by a passionate planting of his lips on hers. Eyes gleaming with love and intent, Carter knelt before her, already knowing just how soon the next contraction would come. Handy that, being able to set progress and timing. Stacey of course wouldn’t know till it came, or till his eyes no doubt glinted with anticipation. He put his hands on her, her womb returned to its softer, round shape. 

“I guess we need to decide what should happen tonight.” He said, as if she wasn’t actively having a ‘baby’. “Are we watching a movie?” Carter patted her bump again, he just couldn’t help himself. “Are we… going to the bedroom?” His fingers formed into a little claw, tips making circles as he rubbed. “Do we need to have a look at all your old maternity clothes?” So many thing, there were so many things he wanted to do with her, to her. His mind raced, and he just couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next with her.

“First things first…. Help me up?” Stacey asked with a resigned giggle, knowing from experience she would struggle to stand unaided. “They’re too low already, think I want to move around a little.” 

It was strange how easily they fell into routine; the way she moved, the way his hands never left her body, both Stacey and Carter slipping back into the familiar rhythm of pregnancy. They’d done this four times already so it was an easy shift. Carter hooked an arm around her waist, helping her to her feet. She had to pause once standing, the distinct movement within, of the baby dropping into her pelvis, caught her breath just a fraction. 

“Ooof…. This feels familiar…” she muttered, one hand on the table while the other rubbed the side of her belly. At Carter’s raised eyebrow she further clarified. “Baby’s dropped, that contraction must have moved them down, I can feel that steady weight right…. Yup, definitely between my hips now.”  Stacey could help but purr the last few words, knowing how much Carter would appreciate the information. 

“Mm, must be a sign that things are gonna go quick.” He knew that they wouldn’t be, no way on Gods green earth was he going to have Stacey be rushed through both of their favorite part.

Even though it was date night, the mum-of-four couldn’t entirely switch off and the thought of the messy kitchen creeped into her mind. “Can I just tidy the kitchen first? I don’t want to have to do it later, plus I kinda want to be standing for a little bit at the moment.” She said honestly, a subtle circling of her hips as she got used to the ‘baby’s’ new low position. 

“I suppose…” He said in mock disappointment. He too was going to be driven nuts if the kitchen was left a mess. Being proactive was important with kids, they’d learned the hard way with their first born, what gets put off till tomorrow gets stacked up with all of the other things they’d said they would do later. Thankfully Stacey’s mom had come and helped them to get their house back in order.

Carter helped her into the kitchen, hand never leaving the base of her spine. He’d gotten too used to her gait returning to normal, a situation rectified after her waddling led to their hips bumping into one another. It made him love her even more, getting to see all these little nuances again, her mannerisms that gradually increased in commodity through pregnancies. Before he let her do anything, he made her face him, and stared into her eyes yet again. He never was going to tire of doing that.

“You wash and I put away?” He asked. “I seem to remember this…” He rubbed her belly. “Always got in the way when you tried to put dishes in the cabinets.”

Stacey laughed, the action making both her bump and breasts jostle as she giggled. “Yes, the amount of times you man-handled me away from the cabinets because you thought I was going to - what was it, oh yes - going to squash them.” 

Stacey was still fiercely independent, even when pregnant, and often (perhaps due to sheer stubbornness) she refused to allow her condition to affect her day to day activities. Carter however seemed to get fiercely protective, not overbearing but cautious and fussing. His whole world was his wife and children so Stacey understood, albeit had the potential to get annoyed. 

“Fine, I’ll do the washing up and you can put everything away.” She rose on her tip toes, planting a kiss on the side of his face before twisting towards the sink. While she filled the basin with hot water Stacey felt Carter’s hands glide across her body, squeezing her hips before moving around to cradle the weight of her belly. His stubble grazed the back of her neck and shoulders, peppering kisses while he enjoyed feeling the weight of her womb. 

“Mmm… Stop trying to distract me Carter— oh shit-!” Stacey gasped, her belly abruptly and harshly turning to stone once again. The second real contraction stole her breath away and she gripped the sink with a low moaning sound. 

Even without the ability to see her stomach from his position, his hands felt it all. The weight he’d been holding was suddenly lessened as his wife’s body ticked another contraction off of the number before the baby would come. He quickly made sure she was supported, caressing her stomach with his hands as her hips swayed side to side against him. The rapidity of it was intoxicating, as was Stacey’s reaction to it. Carter found himself swaying with her, humming into her ear as kisses peppered her exposed skin. Nothing was said, until he felt her womb lower back into his palms, and her tensed body relaxed.

“Good girl.” He purred. “That was a rough one, is the level ok?” As much pleasure as he found in it, a nugget of concern remained. He didn’t want her to feel more than she wanted to.

“Mmmm… yeah… it’s okay….” She hummed a quiet response through the tail end of the contraction, her hips still swaying with Carter's, side to side. “I don’t mind their strength, it’s kinda fun, adds to the drama. They just come on much quicker than real contractions. Like I don’t have much time to brace for it.” 

They were both discovering this pregnancy pill and its technology together. It was a proper simulated pregnancy, which so far was true, but there were bound to be slight differences to the real thing. For Stacey, during her previous labours, her body could feel when the next contraction was coming. Perhaps a sense or instinct, or perhaps they just ramped up with a bit more of a wave. But these, these crashed through her womb like a thunderclap, sudden and abrupt. It wasn’t bad, just different. 

“You might need to be a little more hands on with these labours darling, than I usually allow.” Stacey said with a smirk. “If they continue like this with no warning, well, I won’t want to let you go in case one creeps up on us.” 

“I won’t go anywhere honey.” Carter told her. “I haven’t missed a birth yet, and I won’t be missing any.” He rubbed her back, then looked her up and down assessing. “You sure you’re ok to do the dishes and clean? I can do them while you lean on the counter.” He knew better than to tell her to sit down, but maybe he could secure a little comfort for her by making her not need to lean and bend. A thought occurred, he could make it so she wasn’t able to do the dishes. Too many contractions too fast. Perhaps a little encouragement from the app was needed.

Carter removed her phone from his pocket, and placed it on the counter, screen unlocked and visible for her to see. He didn’t see a way to alter the contractions buildup, perhaps that was a more advanced setting that in their eagerness, the couple had overlooked. No matter, there will be plenty of time to experiment. 

“Carter…What are you doing…?” Stacey’s eyes narrowed at the phone, glaring brightly beside the sink, her hands still resting on the counter’s edge. With joyous slow torment, Carter’s finger hovered over the screen. Then he kissed her, first her neck, then cheek, and in a moment of distraction she turned her head to the side and his lips landed on hers. She moaned pleasurably into his mouth and while her eyes closed… Carter tapped the screen. 

The reaction of her body was instant; the scrunch of her eyes, the sharp inhale through her nose, her knuckles white gripping the sink while her hips twitched back against him. The contraction raged through her body like a storm, tight and unyielding and focused. With her muscles contracting she broke the kiss with a humming moan, bending forward into the twisting cramp, her ass pressing against his hips. 

“Oooooohhhh…. Oh not f-fair…. Y-you barely g-gave me any t-time between those….” Stacey panted, instinctively shifting her weight side to side through her hips, her ass swaying against him while she rode out the contraction. 

“I know.” His voice betrayed the devious smile playing on his lips. Carter let himself lean into her a bit, the pressure of their bodies pressing against one another yet again in such a short time left his chest fluttering. “But if I give you too much of a break Stace, you’ll forget how it feels.” And I can’t help that you’re so damn sexy like this. He left unsaid. “Cmon, you know the motions to ride it out.”

Carter gripped her hips, making her shifting weight far more exaggerated and sensual than was necessary. But, he knew Stacey in her state would still recognize his enjoyment. He pressed with his thumbs, hard, digging into the muscles of her lower back as his hips pressed against her rear. Unable to actually see her belly from this position, Carter was left to figure out when it ended based purely off of her breathing. Her shoulders had curved in ever so slightly as she braced, and for a moment he could have sworn her knees wanted to bend as well. Too soon for that love. The baby is going to take its time. 

“I’ll give you five minutes.” He whispered after he’d seen her shoulders relax. “Five minutes, then we will see if the app is going to be gentle.”

Stacey released a long drawn out breath, lifting her head and straightening up after the contraction.  Turning around with a feigned glare of annoyance, she playfully bumped her hip against his body and stepped away from the sink. 

“For that, you can wash the dishes.” Her lips pulled tight, trying to keep from smirking. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Carter didn’t stop his grin, and recognized Stacey’s attempt to hide hers. He kissed her cheek and gently ushered her out of the way of the sink.

While Carter busied himself with the dishes, Stacey waddled around the kitchen island with her hands pressed into the base of her spine, arching her back and pushing out the full swell of her belly. Already she could feel the effects of the pregnancy in her muscles, the familiar straining and aching of carrying additional weight in the depths of her pelvis. But she adored the feeling, the changes of her body and the shifting of her centre of balance, of feeling just so… gravid. Even though she was in no way in control of this labour, the desire to move around and “help” the baby down was something unconscious and ancient. It didn’t matter that this was a simulated pregnancy or that the baby wasn’t real. Her instincts remained exactly as they had been for each of their four children. 

“Are you gonna warn me when the next one is coming?” She asked, pausing to rub the side of her bump, her eyes drawn to her phone that Carter kept in close reach. 

Carter sat the skillet to the side along with all the other dishes he’d done so far. Absently he shrugged. 

“Maybe. Though if you remember hon, I did say five minutes.” He looked over his shoulder at her, the corner of his lip curling. “Hope you’ve been keeping count, cause otherwise it’s gonna be quite the surprise.” He had been keeping count, and knew that she was about to be hit with another contraction. Thirty, maybe forty seconds at most. “Next one if I remember right… is going to be a bit more intense.” Carter quickly scrubbed a plate, then turned to face his wife as he dried it with the towel. His eyes scanned her up and down, lingering on her stomach as if waiting for it to change in some way. The kitchen was silent save for the steady breathing of Stacey. A calm before the storm, one that was rapidly forming and about to break loose.

The glint in his eyes was intoxicating, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. Stacey kept her position behind the island, needing a barrier between them or she’d lose herself in those deep hues. The not-knowing was exhilarating, even more so because he knew. Carter knew when the contractions would hit, how strong they’d be, what he had chosen for the birth of this ‘baby’. And she loved every second he gazed at her with anticipation. 

The only warning she had was the minute twitch of his lips but it wasn’t enough to steady herself before the contraction took hold. Stacey felt her stomach hardening beneath her dress, the muscles clamping together and pulling the weight inwards towards her spine. She gasped, clutching the bump automatically. 

“Ahhh….ooooooohhhhh Cart—” she couldn’t get her words out, the air trapped in her lungs as her body suffered the intensity of the latest wave. He was right, it was stronger, oh so much stronger. All of the weight inside her womb was pressing down, being squeezed deeper into her hips and forcing her stance to widen. Stacey’s body buckled, curling over the globe of her belly and grabbing the nearest thing in reach to hold on to - the edge of the kitchen island that served as a breakfast bar. Carter was over the other side at the sink, watching with rapped attention as his wife panted and bent forward. 

“Ohhhhhhh… there’s pressure n-now….” Stacey moaned, a deeper sound than normal, evidence of just how low the baby had dropped. Her fingers gripped the surface’s edge while her knees began to dip. The boulder in her hips demanded more space and she could only oblige - lowering into a squat with a husky groan and disappearing out of Carter’s line of sight. 

The unbothered saunter Carter did as he walked around to her side was calculated. His mind raced with what he wanted to try and what scenarios they’d dreamed of to play out. Left without a decision, Carter opted to simply experiment. He knelt by her, brushing her hanging hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. 

“Easy now hon. Pace yourself, you have no idea how long this might take.” He started to rub her back as he spoke. “Labor could be an hour, or, it might last until just before the kids are dropped off tomorrow.” Carter leant in, waiting for Stacey to raise her head. He kissed her, never tiring of the taste of her lips. “Can’t have you getting too exhausted.” That last contraction he was sure brought an urge to push, perhaps not one so intense that she needed to, but enough. Carter took her hands, and rose, letting his eyes linger on how she was forced to keep her feet apart now. The ‘baby’ was deep in her pelvis.

Stacey groaned as she stood, feeling every inch of the simulated pregnancy deep in the bowl of her hips. “Mmmmgh…. low…. feels so low….” Her words were breathy and almost musical in her constant soft humming. 

Carter guided her hands to the counter, only for her to snatch one away to press into her back. Her intoxicating movements and sounds kept distracting him from, well, everything. In his pocket, the phone buzzed. As he pulled it out he saw a notification.

PLEASE SELECT WATER BREAKING PARAMETERS

“Think you can hold on till I finish the dishes?” He asked, all the while pressing the very specific setting he wished to trigger her waters. Orgasm. “I promise I’ll only have one or two more contractions come before I’m done… maybe.”

“Hmmm…sure….I’ll be f-fine….mmmmh….” Stacey hummed, pressing the heel of her palm firmly against the back of her right hip, needing any sort of counter pressure she could find. “Just be quick darling…. Oooohh…. Cos this feels just like it did with Claire…. Just before I hit transition.” 

Keeping one hand on the counter and the other deep into her lower back, Stacey didn’t feel like she could even walk anymore. That last contraction had moved everything so low she daren’t step too far or move too much for fear of the ‘baby’ falling out. She knew it wasn’t possible, not only physically but also because the birth was 100% controlled via the app, but still that fear kept her feet planted on the floor. 

Stacey focused on her breathing, relishing the gradual loss of control of her body. This was really happening, they were actually doing this, the weight and size of her belly attested to that fact. The next contraction came quick, mere minutes after the last, and just when she thought she’d made it through - another contraction started before the previous had even ended. She growled, leaning her elbows on the kitchen island and swinging her hips around the insane pressure between her legs. 

“Ughhhhh…. Ohhhhhhhh—!” Her sounds were low, uncontrollable already. Her head was buried against her folded forearms, panting and moaning as everything dropped lower and lower and lower. The pressure was so real, undeniable and unrelenting, and getting more and more urgent by the minute. It was crazy how quick she had advanced; they were sitting eating dinner not long ago and already she was finding herself trying not to bear down. 

“Nnnghh— ohhhhh Carter—” Stacey whined, rocking her hips back towards the dinner table, her weight fully forward against the kitchen island. “I— ohhhhh—I think I wanna pp— puuuush— mmmmmh….” 

“Oh?” Carter was down to the last few dishes, the app sitting nearby telling him exactly what his wife was feeling. “Pushing is pointless Stace, but if it makes you feel better.” With no ceremony, he wiped his fingers with a towel and tapped the phone screen. On cue, he heard Stacey’s whine. Just for the fun of it, he’d ramped up the contraction, making the ‘baby’ demand progress while actually preventing her from making any. 

When he’d turned to face her, Stacey’s breathing was rapid, her knuckles white as she put a death grip on the countertop. 

“You pushing honey?”

His only answer from her was a low humming groan of primal instinct. Carter kept cleaning, wiping the final dishes before the contraction had ended. At a glance, the app said it would go for another full minute. To offer her a reprieve, Carter ended the contraction, stuffing the phone into his pocket once more.

“Ooooh—fuck—” Stacey eventually uttered, the contraction releasing enough to be able to speak. Her body was flushed, each pore overheating and over sensitive. Slowly lifting her head, breathing heavily, she glanced at her husband. He was still innocently drying the dishes, a false halo practically sitting above his head, but that smirk... She wanted to be mad, but the whole situation was too damn enticing. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to be pushing in the kitchen.” She stated plainly, her breathing still laboured, still recovering. Her hands moved, reluctantly letting go of the kitchen island and dropped down to cradle the weight attached to her hips. She would never get tired of this. 

Carter was putting away the final items, reaching up to the top cabinet easily. Stacey waddled over, staying close to the countertop just in case she needed something to grab hold of. “Is that what you wanted…. to see me start to push right here in our kitchen? Where we make breakfast every morning, have dinner with the children every night, so you’re reminded every day of the sight of your wife in heavy labour?” Her voice dripped with seduction, her fingers dancing up the sides of his waist across his shirt until they reached his arms and shoulders and she wrapped her hands behind his neck. 

“Hmmm.” Carter wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands fall to her bum before eventually resting on her hips. “I won’t lie.” He started. “Having an image in my head of you pushing in every room in our house isn’t a bad thing.” Carter grinned at her, especially as he felt the artificial kicks coming from her stomach. He made a mental note to investigate if they could make the baby more ‘active’. “Pushing in the kitchen, holding back in the pool, moaning while in the shower.” Every square foot of their home being the site of a birth wasn’t unappealing. 

The couple remained in the kitchen a while, Carter using her swaying hips to form an impromptu little dance. The moment made him think about their prom, all those years ago. He recalled Stacey with vivid clarity. Hair up in a braid he to this day couldn’t have figured out how to do, and a beautiful dress. Years had only made Stacey more gorgeous in his eyes. 

“We got a lotta real estate in here Stace.” He said, doing another rotation with her. “So where, oh where, do you think I need to see my perfect wife in heavy labor?” Carter's smirk turned devious. “I have a feeling, that your water might break soon…” He leaned in, kissing her, the heat of her breath making him shudder.

She hummed against his lips, from pleasure but also from the steady heavy weight in her pelvis. “Hmmm…. This house is so big, so many rooms to ‘christen’ with a birth.” She mused as they swayed, her fingers interlaced behind his neck, her body pressed against his as much as the belly would allow. 

Out of their four children, their second and third had been born at home. McKenzie was delivered in their bedroom, while Claire arrived a little unexpectedly in the living room. “Well… the bedroom and living room has already seen me pushing, so perhaps let’s try some different lo—locations—oh!” 

A sharp inhale hissed through her teeth, the next contraction coming on quick. Carter seemed just as surprised, perhaps their dancing and swaying had distracted him from the phone and timing the gaps between. Stacey’s knees immediately softened, her body pulling down while her hands gripped together behind his neck. “Unnnghhh…. Ohhhhhh Carter…..” she moaned against his chest, her knees pointing out as she dipped slightly. The bowling ball in her pelvis was pushing down, making her hips feel like they were being deliciously spread, widening for what was to come. 

“Hoooooo— the pressure— so strong—already—” her staccato breaths punching each word. The urge to push was insatiable, tempting, desperate, but she panted through it. Inhaling her husband’s cologne she pressed her face against his torso, clinging onto him to keep herself from being dragged under with the urges to bear down. 

“It’s different, isn’t it?” He asked. She didn’t answer, whether it was by choice or an inability to do so, he wasn’t sure. “No days of practice contractions, no slow build, just deep, intense cramps.” On cue, he felt even more of Stacey’s weight be placed on his neck. He let her, even allowing his own knees to bend ever so slightly as she tried to find the nonexistent comfortable position. “You’re doing amazing Stacey.” 

When it finally ended, Carter altered his grip on her. He stood by her side, one hand around her waist while the other dug out her phone. 

“C’mon, upsie daisy.” They walked, or in her case, waddled, towards the stairs. Just from the look in his wife’s eyes, Carter could see the regret. These stairs were the bane of her existence throughout all of her pregnancy with Caleb. More than once, he had made a makeshift bed on the couch for them both so that she didn’t have to climb. He was about to ask if the guest bedroom was preferable, but she looked so determined. That alone fueled Carter's next choice. His thumb tapped a series of buttons within the app.

URGE TO PUSH: maximum

DELAY: fifteen seconds

“What are you doing there?” Stacey questioned.

He shook off Stacey’s quizzical expression as well as the question. “Nothing. Let’s get you upstairs baby.”

Stacey gripped onto the handrails either side, looking up the Mount Olympus sized stair case, and groaned. “Stay close please, these stairs, I’m getting flashbacks.” She said over her shoulder, preparing for the journey. 

The Pill was realistic that was for sure; each step up felt arduous and impossible, exactly how she’d felt during those last weeks of her fourth pregnancy.  Each time she lifted a leg she could feel the baby sink into the bowl of her pelvis. It was technically her own doing, Stacey had chosen this ‘baby’s’ size and weight. In truth, she had glorified the heaviness and weight of pregnancy in her desire to re enact, forgetting just how difficult some tasks really were. Like stairs. 

One, two, three, four steps. Carter was close behind, his hands secure and reassuring on her hips. Then it happened. The strongest contraction yet. Stacey didn’t even make a sound, so surprised by the abrupt clamping of her womb. Her muscles were an iron band around her middle squeezing tighter and tighter. Automatically she curled forward, towards the pain, and her hands slipped off the handrails and slapped onto the carpeted steps above. 

“Ohhhhh fuck-!” She growled, lowering to her knees and spreading them wide across the stairs while her fingers clawed at the fibres on the higher step. 

Any semblance of control was completely lost in this moment as the contraction squeezed everything down! There was no riding it out or panting through, the demand of her body was crystal clear - she had to push and she had to push now! Carter’s hands were holding her hips as she gave a deep and primal push, sinking back ever so slightly towards his face, instinct taking over. The pressure was dizzying, unstoppable, and she moaned with a little hint of joy at each involuntary surge of her body. She was pushing, half-way up the stairs, it was ridiculous but fucking amazing. 

“Good girl.” He cooed. Carter allowed his hands to linger on her hips, giving her soothing pressure against the intense downward need of the ‘baby’. “That’s it, Stace, give in.” The view was stellar, one that no matter how many years they were together, he wouldn’t tire of. Carter climbed a step, gaining just enough height to allow his lips to plant a kiss at the base of her spine. The image of his wife pushing was far more arousing than he recalled, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching around, taking hold of her gravid body in his palms. 

“This dress is too loose on you.” He said matter of factly. “How can we tell how much progress you’re making when there’s so much fabric in the way?” 

She couldn’t answer, the contraction was still at its peak, and wouldn’t fall for at least another minute. With a grin, he started to lift her dress. Stacey remained mostly covered, but his fingers found her bare flesh. Knuckles brushed against her inner thigh as he kept whispering sweet nothings, all the while her thighs quivered from the combination of his touch and the laborious task of pushing. The phone in his pocket buzzed, and he knew the contraction just hit its most intense point. With that in mind, he let his hand creep higher.

“Can you describe it?” 

Stacey opened her mouth to speak but only a lowing grunt escaped. It was as essential as breathing - the act of pushing - completely and utterly unstoppable. She marvelled at its strength, at her loss of control, the way her limbs and muscles worked in sync without any instruction from her mind. 

In the tiny gaps between pushes, she inhaled, gasping, and managed to say “…pressure...low… nnnghhh…full…” Attempting to find the words to explain to her husband what exactly she was feeling. 

Carter’s hands were soft and delicate between her trembling thighs, but it was too gentle against the raging storm of the contraction and the pressure moving through her body. “Push….” She gasped a request, but Carter misunderstood. 

“Yes darling, you are pushing, pushing so beautifully for me.” He purred over her shoulder. 

“No— ughhhhh— push against me—p-please— h-hold me—nnnnnnghhh!!!!! Can’t stop—” Stacey panted, rocking her hips forward and back with each surging push. She was desperate for counter pressure, for stability, kneeling wide and fragile half way up the stairs. She needed something sturdy against her body while she fruitlessly pushed. 

Carter rose, adjusting his position so that Stacey’s body would press against him whenever she leaned back. It wasn’t much, but he knew the exact pressure she was describing. He waited a moment, letting her rock forward and back twice before shifting his weight to meet her. Stacey backed into him, a gasp escaping her. The sound made it seem like she was surprised by the sudden intervention, even though she’d been asking him for it. Carter knew better, it was a sudden exhale of relief as her body finally had the much needed counter to her primal need.

“Only a little longer now.” He told her, leaning even harder against her hips. “Contractions coming to a close, unless I make it longer… of course.” Carter couldn’t help it, in all their fantasies they’d spoken of after Caleb was born, the idea of roleplay was at the forefront. Some darker and more taboo, while others were simply just fun. “Would you like that?” He asked her, running his fingertips across her back as a makeshift massage. “Need that pressure to last all night long?”

“Ohhhhhhh…. Yes…. No…. Dunno…. Oh god-!” Stacey breathed heavily, each word in sync with the gentle rocking motion and uncontrollable pushes. 

The feel of Carter’s body against her, providing blissful counterpressure in the depths of her spine and hips, was the only thing Stacey could cling to through the peak of this contraction. Keeping her from spiralling into a pointless round of guttural pushes. The pressure in her pelvis stayed strong and exactly in the same spot - no moving down, no peaks and troughs, not an inch of progress made even with her involuntary pushing. 

Mercifully the contraction began to ebb away. The contraction Carter had chosen, specifically selected, had added the overwhelming urge to push. She knew this from the smile in his voice, the way he purred over her shoulder, and the feeling of his arousal pressing against her back. 

“E-enjoyed that, did y-you-?” Stacey asked as she tried to recover, still kneeling half way up the stairs. 

“Almost as much as you did Stace…” Carter answered. “Don’t even try to deny how much you loved that.”

“As fun… oooooh… as that was, if the pressure stays like that all night, no breaks, well…. I’m not sure I’m moving from this spot til baby comes.” 

Carters fingers lazily played through her hair, lifting it off of her neck to give Stacey a much needed cooling off. He wanted her to cool down, because from here, this night would only get hotter. A single finger traced down her spine, taking a certain level of pleasure at her reaction. His hips felt her press against him, her spine arching ever so slightly. This would be a perfect moment for another contraction. He thought to himself. But, he would be nice. For a few more minutes at least.

“You aren’t staying here.” He said, firmly. Giving birth on the stairs wasn’t going to happen, because these stairs won’t give her what is needed to truly start labor. “Now stand up, and waddle that beautiful body to our bathroom.” Carter lifted her, taking control of the situation. Each step took almost a minute, and he had to resist causing more contractions in the process. Sweet nothings continued to be whispered into her ear as she made progress. 

“That’s my girl. Almost there.”

Stacey couldn’t help the huffing and puffing as they went up the stairs, her hands gripped on the rails even though her husband was holding her hips securely. Eventually they made it to the top and immediately she leaned against the wall, hands cupping beneath her belly, catching her breath back. 

“R-remind me next time…. to better plan for heavy babies… and avoid stairs.” Stacey smiled through her accentuated exhales. She knew the next contraction would be coming soon, whatever break Carter had pre-set the intervals to would surely be coming to an end. Her body felt hot already, sweat dampening the back of her neck, as if she’d been labouring for hours and hours. The thrumming ache in the base of her spine coupled with her overheating reminded her of something she enjoyed with the labour for each of their children. 

“Shower… I think I wanna get under the jets to help make these contractions a little less intense.” She said, pushing off the wall and waddling down the hallway towards their bedroom. The married couple had a large master bedroom complete with an en-suite that had a double occupancy waterfall shower head. And it was calling her name right now. 

While she walked heavily through the house Stacey pulled at her dress. Her skin was too sensitive, too warm, and she was desperate to free her gravid body from the confines of the summer dress. She managed to pull the hem up above her bump but the fabric was tight at her waist and chest and the zip was behind her. She couldn’t reach, not with one hand continually cradling her swollen womb. 

He was one step behind her the whole way. The sight was endearing as much as it was arousing to Carter. Throughout Stacey’s second, third, and fourth pregnancies, Carter kept himself next to or behind her. With their first baby he’d made the mistake of walking away and leaving her behind due to her waddling slowing her pace. She’d forgiven him of course, after he bribed her with ice cream and a foot massage.

The phone found its way into his palm, while his other hand reached out for her. Stacey’s dress was beginning to darken as a sheen of sweat soaked into the fabric. With the zipper pinched between his index and thumb, he leaned in close to her ear.

“A shower sounds perfect baby.” He told her, pulling the zipper down. Without the belly, the dress would have fallen to the floor with ease then and there. Instead, it crumpled, using the top of Stacey’s swell as a makeshift shelf. The image made him smile. “How about you lean on the bed? I’ll get the shower going for you.” Three quick taps of his thumb adjusted the settings for the next contraction.

Urge to Push

90% Intensity

45 second delay

“I’ll get you out of your dress first though.” He said as he confirmed the settings. Carter pulled the fabric up over her head, tossing the dress over into their laundry hamper. The phone went back to his pocket to free up his hands for some attention to her body. Smooth skin against his fingers, he leant to kiss her again. “Don’t have a baby while I’m gone.” He told her with a smirk, and walked away to turn on the shower.

“You’re the one in control here, not me…” Stacey muttered back with a returning grin. 

She planted her hands deep into the mattress, leaning forward to let her belly hang and take the weight off her pelvis. The bump was tight and low, her popped belly button pointing towards the floor as she moved her hips in large pendulous circles. The Pill was immensely realistic, she felt so swollen and feminine and gravid, something she only felt right at the tail end of pregnancy. But now, since their fourth child’s unexpectedly erotic birth, now she could really enjoy it and indulge in the sensations. 

Stacey hummed and rocked. The next contraction was surely on its way if the way Carter had looked at her was anything to go by. She daren’t take her hands off the bed, knowing by now just how quickly they came on. 

Her instincts were proved right not even thirty seconds later - her uterus suddenly clenching in on itself and squeezingdown. “Ugggghhhhh…. Oooooooooh….” She tried to breathe her way through the abrupt shift, the fierce tightening, the increased pressure. Her feet moved wider on the carpet, her back curved as she fully braced against the edge of their large bed. Without her dress she was left in just her knickers, her sensitive bosom hanging towards the floor in tandem with her bump which had risen up with the contracting muscles, warping it into an iron boulder. 

But no amount of panting and moaning was going to keep this contraction at bay. Whatever Carter had done on that damn phone was just as bad as the contraction on the stairs and she couldn’t help but bear down. A naturally low sound emanated from the depths of her chest, knees bending as her body pushed. She gave a long and primal push right into her bottom, nature and instinct guiding every hitch of her breath and squeezing of muscles. But unlike real labour, this push didn’t do anything. It didn’t relieve the pressure, it didn’t satisfy, it wasn’t “productive”. The baby remained right where it was, meaning the heavy boulder in her pelvis stayed in the same deliciously torturous position. 

From the door to the bathroom, Carter gazed at her with poorly hidden lust. The angles were simply all perfect, the dim light peeking though the fabric of the curtains making her appear almost as an art piece. Her back was arched just right, her hips pushed back as if such a motion would ease the pressure. A part of him wanted to mess with the phone again, to make her be like this for hours. But, he refrained. He’d already done far too much to alter the already pre-set labor. All he needed right now was to spectate, and enjoy. 

The contractions peak must’ve come on, because the shadow that fell across the floor towards him altered. Her knees bent, her gravid swell shrinking away from the carpet. That image alone was enough for him to grow aroused. Carter let her suffer alone for just a few moments longer, relishing that what happened next would cause everything to change.

“That’s it.” He purred. It hadn’t taken long to get the shower to temp, already steam was collecting on the glass surfaces closest to the bathroom door. “Sorry baby I couldn’t resist one more surprise contraction, just to set the mood.” Carter had stripped, a sensation his wife no doubt felt when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning over to cradle her womb. Slowly, he helped her to rise, his interlaced fingers taking most of the weight from the baby off of her back.

“Mmmhm… you’re not sorry…” Stacey quipped, breathless from the contraction, but smiling. “You just like watching me trying not to push.” 

They waddled together, the distance from the bed to the bathroom a practical marathon for a woman in the middle of labor. Carter knew how to distract her though. Without the phone he could change no settings, not that he desired to. His desire was for her, and he knew that she was already well aware. They halted at the entrance to the shower, the steam and stone giving it some sort of mystical ambiance. Gingerly, Carter let the weight of the artificial baby rest at its natural position, his hands tracing from bump, to navel, to breasts, and then retreating to her back.

“Hold the wall for a moment love.” He commanded, though his voice remained as endearing as always, simply with seduction added in. Lips pressed to the back of her neck, finding new territory the further down he crouched. As he kissed her body, his thumbs hooked her knickers, pulling them down as well until they fell to the floor. He planted one last kiss to the base of her spine, then rose, fingers trailing along flesh the whole way. “Perfect.” Was all he could say.

Despite the warm temperature in their en-suite, Stacey shivered. Her husband’s feather-like touch on her swollen and sensitive skin prompted a physical shudder of arousal. Her hands gripped the glass doorframe of the shower as she lifted each foot in turn, stepping a little ungainly out from her underwear leaving the small heap of lace and cotton on the tiled floor. 

Stacey pressed on, stepping further into the large stone-tiled shower, knowing Carter would follow. Her wonderful husband would follow her anywhere, to the ends of the earth and back again, and with this rounded belly attached to her hips she knew he wasn’t going to be separated an inch from his beautiful wife. As the hot water fell from the ceiling onto her aching pregnant body, Stacey couldn’t help accentuating the moan of blissful relief - her muscles relaxing under the glorious heat. 

“Ooooh…yes…. Oh that’s nice..” Stacey hummed, swaying a little to get every inch of her body beneath the hot waterfall. Her hands had found their way to her bump, cradling it subconsciously - protectively, but also lifting it as she circled her hips. She was the epitome of motherhood in this moment, heavy and swollen and full of - albeit artificial - life. 

“Yes, it is isn’t it?” Eyes never left her body, mapping out every little detail as if his intimate knowledge of her wasn’t retainable. “It’s perfect.”

Carter stayed right behind her, first enjoying her body but then examining her as he always did when she was pregnant. In the shower he had the habit of watching her, making certain that she was ok. It was her joy that stopped him in his tracks. He didn’t need to worry, because the woman before him was the perfect person for him. He pulled her close, his desire pressing against her lower back as his arms hugged her to his chest.

“I don’t want this night to end.” He admitted, his voice a whisper. “I never want it to.” Hands found her gravid womb, and with delicate precision, he traced her faded stretch marks, the evidence of four separate children giving Stacey the badge they both loved, that of a mother. “Remember how we helped Caleb come along?” As the question came, so too did his fingers reach lower, finding that sweet spot between her thighs. “Think that will help here?” Carter rolled onto his toes, brushing her spine.

“Almost certainly.” She hummed, tilting her head skywards so it rested against her husband’s shoulder. If the placement of his hands weren’t enough of a giveaway, the feel of his arousal pressing against her back certainly gave the game away. Stacey arched her spine, the full sphere of her belly jutting forward while her hips went back, ass pressing against him in return. 

“I think you’ll find this… ohhh… this method wasn’t to help Caleb come along and more to try and stop his ill-timed descent.” 

“That's true.” He said, swaying with her, his hands never leaving her body. “You were so sexy trying to hold back from pushing, and when you pushed into my palm...” Carter kissed her again. “Maybe we can try to hold this one in too? After we make sure they start coming out.”

Stacey continued to sway beneath the rainfall of warm water from above, enjoying the feel of the jets on her swollen body coupled with the supporting embrace of her husband. His one hand stayed wrapped around her hips, lightly pressing between her thighs, while the other free hand roamed across her skin - over her giant bump and then cupping her full heavy breasts. When he pinched her nipple she gasped, shuddering with pleasure but wobbling slightly unsteadily. 

Carter’s hands were quick to respond, holding her close against his body, keeping her steady. “Careful honey, you’re carrying precious cargo.” His hand moved naturally and possessively over her belly, even though it wasn’t a real baby the instincts remained the same for both of them. 

The feel of his touch on her sensitive skin sent waves pulsing through her veins. Stacey’s thighs clenched, trapping his hand between them, craving more friction and more pressure. She sighed, long and lyrical, her head tilted under the water and against Carter’s shoulder. With her neck exposed he began to kiss just below her ear, delicate and slow, the coarse scratching of his stubble against her skin triggering every sensitive nerve in her body. “Ohhhh… Carter….” Stacey moaned, feeling every hard inch of her aroused husband pressing against her cheeks. 

His stubble shifted against her skin as he smiled. Hand trapped between her thighs, he was only encouraged to try harder. His middle and ring finger began to shift, playing with her lips. Carter felt her body shudder against his.

“Stace…”

He retracted his hand from her legs, savoring the whimper of disappointment. He found her hand, gently taking hold of it as he guided her towards the tiled wall of the shower. Kisses continued to pepper her neck and jawline before nibbling on her ear. As soon as both her hands were placed against the wall, his hands found her hips. Thumbs applied pressure to her lower back, a silent encouragement to lean forwards. Water rolled down her back, flowing like a river along the line of her spine all the way down to her ass. Carter took position, guiding himself in with intentional slowness. Her folds accepted him, and Carter was forced to take a sharp inhale as their second intimate entanglement in as many hours began.

The fullness brought a gravelled moan from her throat. Stacey leant forward, pressing her hands against the cool tile as she adjusted to her husband’s size. Thank fuck he had moved slowly, her already sensitive body might have blacked out with a harsh intrusion. But Carter was gentle, delicate, deliberate, but it was with intentional torturous lust behind it. He knew exactly how to make her squirm and shudder, and he knew how amplified the pregnancy would make things. 

Stacey hummed with pleasure as he moved, a slow pull back and gentle trust forward, as if testing the waters. She bent further forward, lowering her belly and spine just a fraction, seeking more of Carter’s appendage. “Hmmmm… d-deeper… ohhh go deeper please darling….” She almost whined. 

With a husky growl and nibble of her neck, Carter’s hands gripped her hips more forcefully before thrusting forward. The sound of their skin slapping was muted by the rumbling of the shower jets. 

It was at that moment they were rewarded with the next contraction and Stacey all but cried out. “Ooouuhhhh…. Fuck….” Her hands clawed at the slippery tiles as her belly tightened abruptly, muscles squeezing and lifting her heavy bump up, trapped by the iron band wrapping her middle. Every part of her body seemed to clench and press down, trying fruitlessly to aid a labour that wasn’t controlled by nature but by the phone left in their bedroom. 

Carter grinned, he was about to joke with her to ‘watch her language’, that ‘they were about to be parents and couldn’t say that in front of the kids’. The thought was seized when he saw her knuckles turn white as she tried desperately to grip the wall, to grab something, anything. Carter, both to torture himself a little but also to give her some extra pleasure, slowed his pace even further. 

“Contraction?” He asked, tucking her soaked hair behind her ear. He heard her try to say something, but it was interrupted by a grunt of effort. Her body was squeezing him, and even though he wanted to slow, it felt as if her body was calling to him, challenging him to keep going. Skin hit skin, and Carter grunted as the friction between their bodies increased. “Pushing, mmm, won’t help.” He said, taking a handful of her breast and giving it a squeeze. His voice dropped low, becoming more of a growl than a whisper. “But dammit I love when you push for me baby…”

Stacey’s palm lifted and slapped against the tile, pressing through her elbows and shoving her hips back to meet Carter’s pelvis. His groping, his primal sounds, the feel of him so deep it made her see stars. And then he mentioned pushing and she was completely lost to her body’s urges. “Mmhhhaaa… ohhhhh…. Can’t… can’t stop… p-pushing…..” She panted. 

The contraction, like all the others, was intense and powerful. Her legs were trembling and the weight in her pelvis was outrageously low. They’d been playing with The Pill not even two hours and she already felt simultaneously on edge of climax and on the cusp of birthing this pretend baby. With a shuddering gasp Stacey bore down on his instructions. It was instinctual, yes, but she was also very aware of how each push seemed to bring Carter closer to release. His hands palmed and squeezed and pinched her breasts while he plunged deep into her wide hips, drawing husky grunts of uncontrollable pushes from Stacey. 

Carter didn’t say anything, his mind and body too immersed in the moment to form anything intelligible. This was the sexiest Stacey had ever been. She was gorgeous and beautiful, but this moment, pushing as he was rapidly thrusting into her, this was the most intense any of their exploits had been. To think the drive-thru could be topped…

The warmth in his pelvis grew, the sign of his impending climax. There was no way to get closer to Stacey, and he hated it. Nothing was between them. Yet the need to be even more intimate and close frustrated him. A hand left her breast, finding the side of her womb. Hard as rock. He knew it looked larger now because she was letting it hang as she bent over, the weight of her womb trying to reach the floor without her. But damn if he wouldn’t let that visual of her body fighting to expel the fake baby build in his mind. 

His hot breath hit her neck, audible moans coming with them to match her own. The thrusts became frantic, primal need overtaking the kink driven intercourse. He found resistance, and even with his mind clouded, Carter knew exactly what it was. Not solid, but tough, with something concealed behind it. Knowing that each thrust against its unbreakable surface was too much to bear. A singular twitch, that was the only prelude they had. Carter buried his face in the crook of her neck, simultaneously squeezing her breast and digging his fingers into the side of her womb. 

Stacey cried out, her knees shaking beneath them as that climax Carter knew she’d been staving off bloomed into an explosion of pleasure and release. As he kept the expulsion of his own desires pumping into her, he felt her hand grab his, pulling his hips closer. Every time, she did that, not wanting anything to go to waste. Both of their simultaneous orgasms rang out for a moment long, then it all changed. She clamped down on him, and he felt an onrush of something hitting him before exiting her, momentarily covering his hips before the shower washed it all away. Her moaning had grown more intense somehow, and for the moment, he was the only one who knew why.

At first Stacey assumed the change, that feeling of release, was from the exceptional pregnant sex and orgasm. But her uterus was still contracting hard and she could barely breathe. The pressure had dropped so low it felt like the baby had fallen all the way to the kitchen downstairs. But Carter was still inside her body, still pulsing with post-love-making bliss, so she knew the baby couldn’t be that low. And yet— 

“Unnnghhhh…. I have… I have to p-push….” She cried out in a slight frenzy. 

The primal sensations overtook any cohesive thought. Normally the experienced mother would recognise the signs of her water breaking, especially considering the torrent that ejected onto her husband’s groin, but this was no ordinary pregnancy. And this was going to be no ordinary birth. 

With Carter still holding her tight, still buried inside, she gave a guttural push right down into her pelvis. Alongside the grunt of effort her fingertips squeaked down the tiled wall of the shower as her knees softened with the push. It didn’t matter that they were in the shower, that their bodies were still connected and intertwined, all she knew was she had to push and she had to push now. 

He felt it. Carter's arms felt her body contracting in his hold, but that wasn’t the exhilarating sensation that he was wide eyed at experiencing. He felt it. The phone was in the other room, so there was no way to tell for certain aside from their four previous births. Stacey’s dilation must’ve progressed instantaneously, or was already at its widest when her waters had broken on him. 

“Good girl.” He told her, his voice still strained from his recent climax. “That’s it, you can push.”

The pressure was intense, her body clamping down even as he was returning to his natural limp state. It was almost enough to reinvigorate him for round three, almost. He felt her lower slightly, and almost instinctively he took hold of her hips, still in position but keeping her steady. He had an adversary within her, forcing him out as she pushed. Fuck. He wasn’t ever going to be able to get this one out of his head. Carter decided it was best to remain right where he was, at least for the moment. Stacey, apparently, didn’t realize that her own orgasm had been the straw that broke the camel's back as it were. Her pushes were no longer pointless, they were purposeful, and progressive.

While the contraction held her hostage, Stacey could only gasp and push, gasp and push, over and over. Autonomy was long gone and all her focus and efforts were diverted to this one cause. With every grunting push their bodies inched lower in the shower, an unconscious slow motion to get her pelvis wider and more open by squatting slightly. She was working entirely at the hands of primal instincts - no thoughts or plans or intentions. 

Her whole body trembled with a roaring push, the action egged on by the purring encouragement of her husband, and then eventually the contraction ebbed away. Her breathing was heavy and rapid, control gradually returning, and god did her knees ache. 

“Hooooo… hooo oh my… that one was the most….intense…yet…” she puffed out, palms still cemented on the tile, still unaware of the specific sequence of events chosen by her husband. Her knees promptly checked out, buckling with exhaustion post-orgasm and post-pushing. Somehow she got down onto all fours and she immediately felt the loss of her husband slipping out from between her legs. 

Carter dropped with her, protectively holding her on instinct. The way she’d gotten downward was too fast, and he was afraid for a moment that she’d possibly blacked out. Her back was still arched though, and even now she panted through the pain and discomfort.

“It sure felt intense.” Carter said, adjusting his positioning so that he was beside her. “I think that might be the end of sex for now.” A smile split his face, growing broader when Stacey gave him a questioning look. He read her like a book, it was saying ‘What aren’t you telling me?’ Carter kept the little nugget of truth to himself for now, after all, maybe she’d assume the settings were altered when he’d gone to start the shower, or just not realize that progress was possible. Either way, Carter wouldn’t tell her until the very last moment.

“Here…” He said, placing the heel of his hand in her lower back. He pressed down firmly, making little circles as he did so. “How’s that feel?”

“Mmmhh… good… helps…” Stacey hummed, rocking slightly on hands and knees to adjust to the new weight that had settled deeper in her hips. 

The shit-eating grin on her husband’s face told Stacey that he had planned something, or at least knew something. What that was - well, she would have to find out. She knew giving him full access to the damn app would make him feral, only time would tell if she’d let him have control again next time or not. 

Even without a contraction Stacey’s words sounded breathy and moany. Any pressure she’d felt with each wave no longer disappeared - remaining heavy and unrefutable. “Oooof— god Carter this baby feels low already. For a second there, I thought it was going to deliver right here in the shower.” 

“Well that is an option.” He said with a one shouldered shrug. “But I was thinking we should go back downstairs”

The look on Stacey’s face made his grin only grow wider. He relished the prospect of watching her try to waddle downstairs while in active labor, especially seeing as he had yet to look this far into the app to see how the birth was meant to play out. His only alterations had been triggering her water to break and the extra contractions, as far as progress, he was now as in the dark as his wife was.

“Tell you what, love.” He said, rubbing a bit harder again against her back. “After the next contraction, we could try on some of your old clothes. I know a certain pair of leggings we both have fond memories of…”

Stacey laughed. Those leggings were a big part of the success of their fourth birth, managing to hold back from delivering the head as long as she did. Those leggings were also long thrown away. 

“I chucked them out, remember, they were ruined after Caleb’s birth.” Stacey said heavily, managing to recover a bit more to lift her head and sit back on her heels. “But I like where you’re going with this. I do have some non-maternity leggings we can use. It won’t go over this bump, but they’ll certainly be tight.” 

Carter helped Stacey off the shower floor, switching off the waterfall jets before wrapping her in a towel. It barely went around her circumference - the belly poking out the middle. Waddling back into their bedroom, both stark naked, Stacey made her way to the dresser to get the specific outfit she was thinking of. The next contraction happened while she was hunting through the drawers and she had to elbow the surface of the dresser and moan her way through it. The urge to push happened every-damn-time now, the baby felt like it was right in the bowl of her pelvis. Carter stood loyally behind her, pressing hard against her hips and encouraging her not to push. His words were gravelled and so sexy, and combined with the pressure she felt it was hard to stay focused. 

Eventually, and with only two contractions in the middle, they both got dressed. Stacey wore her regular black leggings and a long black and white striped tshirt. Carter meanwhile opted for a pair of athletic shorts and a long sleeve blue shirt with grey sleeves, his typical attire for being around the family all day. Huffing from the effort of getting dressed, Stacey automatically cradled her belly as she turned around on the spot - almost asking for her husband’s approval in her choice. 

“Come here often sexy?” He asked, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he cocked an eyebrow. A full intake of her outfit didn’t trigger lust as it had with the dress. It was endearing on a level he couldn’t explain, seeing the love of his life dressed so casually with a life growing inside.

“I know where I want to go next….” Stacey purred, slowly stepping in her husband’s direction until her rounded orb of a belly pressed against his torso. She lifted on her tiptoes, holding his shoulders to keep balance, and leaning towards his ear she whispered “Your office, downstairs.” 

“Oh?” He questioned, hands instinctively falling to hold her swollen stomach. “All the way down…” As he spoke, Carter slowly turned with her, the couple making a tiny circle. A waltz of two lovers. “That’s a long way Stace, and I don’t know how patient our baby will be.” His fingers found the edge of her shirt and lifted till he felt the warm flesh. She was still slightly damp from the shower, and he knew they’d both relish when she got soaked to the bone with sweat from the labor.

As if his thoughts had triggered it, the third contraction since they left the bathroom hit her. He knew before her face even changed, the muscles in her abdomen tightened beneath his palms a fraction of a second before her jaw quivered. Before him his wife quivered, no doubt feeling that urge to push again. She still didn’t know, did she? He leant in, already noticing how more of her weight was on his neck. She was trying to squat again wasn’t she?

“Hold back hon.” He told her, thumbs rubbing the rock solid sphere of flesh between them. “It’s not time to push yet.”

Her hands gripped the back of his shirt, bunching the blue fabric in her fists as she panted rapidly. Without thought, her stance was wide as she clung to her husband through the raging contraction, trying to withstand the pressure between her hips. 

“Mmmmghh… but… I want to push darling…. Ohhhhh god I wanna push….” Stacey practically whimpered, hips rocking and swaying around the iron boulder pressing down, barely managing to hold back. 

By the skin of her teeth Stacey made it through the contraction without pushing, at least, not consciously pushing. But as she moved again it was hard to ignore how much lower the baby felt. “Carter… I’m not sure if this is… right…. Baby feels so low?” 

“I know darling, but it’s not time.” He told her, bringing a hand up to twirl her hair between his fingers. “It’s just the urge, the labor is not moving along just yet. The app even says so, we have time before the baby comes. Let’s enjoy it.”  

Despite the reassurance, Stacey felt on edge, as she did with each birth just before things got serious. As if her body was on the precipice of something monumental. She might not have the app, or know what was coming, but she was certain of one thing - she didn’t want to deliver in the bedroom or the living room. Two of their children had been born in this house and she wanted to explore more unconventional locations with this simulation. So she waddled out the door of their bedroom, down the hallway, in an attempt to get down the stairs before the next contraction happened. But if she had been timing them, she would have known the mission was bound to fail. 

Carter remained two steps behind her, already anticipating the inevitable. He wasn’t dumb enough to try and stop her when she was so determined. But, he was smart enough to know that there was no chance of her descending the stairs without issue. Eyes examining her every move, Carter watched as Stacey tried to go down. Pregnancy affected her balance horribly, and while normally she was able to adapt over months, this short gestation seemed to still be troubling her. She’d started to step, paused, seemed to reassess, then turned to the side to go down one step at a time.

The tedious method reminded him all too well of when she was pregnant with their first. Constantly having to adapt to her own changing body was a skill that never ceased to amaze. Stacey managed four steps, and froze. White knuckled, her chest heaved, her stomach shrinking to show the outline of her womb. Mere moments before her knees buckled, Carter had looped his arms beneath hers, holding her upright.

“Breathe.” He told her. “Just a contraction like all the ones before. Nothing to it, and no pushing needed…”

Automatically her eyes closed with the sudden clamp of her womb and while her fingers gripped the rail Stacey was grateful for Carter’s swift reaction. This so easily could have ended badly, so easily could have fallen, but her husband - as always - kept her steady and safe. A groan came bubbling up her throat while her muscles clamped down, her knees widening and softening part-way down the stairs. 

“Hooooo—hoooooooo— Car—Carter—” Stacey moaned, her mouth hanging open to pant through the pressure. 

His soft soothing words in her ear did nothing to alleviate the desperate weight in her hips determined to sink lower. She grunted, unplanned and uncontrolled, her body bearing down with the contraction unconsciously. She only realised when she felt the fruits of her labour and an increase of pressure against her cervix. 

“I… ohhhhhh… I think it’s coming…? I’m…. I’m pushing….?” Stacey panicked slightly, caught entirely off guard with how forcefully her body was acting of its own accord. While they were stuck on the stairs. 

“Hey hey, it’s ok.” His reassurance came with a kiss on her cheek. Stacey was trying to squat, whether intentionally or not he was unsure. What mattered was keeping her up, and keeping the baby in. “Baby isn’t coming, the app is saying as much.” A lie, but one that was going to feed into both of their fantasies. To give his wife even more comfort that it was fine, another small lie came. “Your water hasn’t even broken, it has to before the baby will make progress.”

A slight nod was her only answer. Carter waited, holding her until it appeared the worst of the contraction had passed. The weight in his arms lessened, and he spotted her knuckles regaining color. She had absolutely been pushing, but a little fib to make her doubt whether it was true wouldn’t hurt. This pill was safe, and with it they didn’t need to worry about possible dangers. They moved, taking one step at a time. Stacey didn’t push him away, her independence taking a momentary backseat to make sure he was near enough in case another contraction came. Thankfully, they made it all the way down.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Carter asked, that shit eating grin he knew she loved plastered all over his face.

Stacey paused to glare at her husband, lips pressed in a thin pout. But the sparkle behind her eyes, the slight curve at the very edges of her lips, confirmed the underlying playfulness of the moment. She released a long and heavy exhale before responding. 

“T-they’re getting harder and harder to ride out.” Stacey mused while rubbing her belly over the striped cotton jersey of her tshirt, still keeping a hand out just in case she needed to grab onto something. “I can’t even speak through them anymore. If this was a real pregnancy I’d say we were long overdue calling for the midwife. It’s all so intensely realistic babe, the pressure, the urges.” She couldn’t help soften the last word, a breathy husky tone that she knew would affect her husband. 

His body betrayed him, a shudder rippling through him. It disappears as fast as it came, but even in that short span, Stacey had absolutely noticed. Maybe there was time for more fun…

They had to ride out another contraction at the bottom of the stairs before they could move to Carter’s home office. Her husband seemed to foresee the weakening of her knees and had wrapped his arms around her upper back and entwined his fingers together over her spine. When Stacey moaned and panted her way through the contraction, when her knees started to buckle, his strong arms held her close and she was almost hanging off his broad frame. The instinctual need to lower her stance and spread her legs wide was something so primal she barely noticed, but Carter certainly had. He took extra care after the contraction had ended to make sure her stance returned to a much narrower position. And god it made it feel so full. 

“As much as I love your waddle, you don’t need to be so wide.” He told her. “Not till I let you know it’s time to push.” 

Stacey’s eyes fluttered, almost rolling, and she held on to his shoulders for a second while she adjusted to the heavy bowling ball sitting oh so low in her pelvis. 

The office was in the corner of the house, opposite the kitchen. He tried to spend as little time there as possible when the kids were home, preferring time with the family. But, as it was, work did sometimes find its way home with him. Today the office wasn’t for work though, it was simply for pleasure. Walking backwards so that he could continue his support of Stacey, Carter pushed against the doors to open them. Double doors with glass panels led into the room. The walls were painted white, a row of books on shelves against the back wall with his desk sitting in the center. That was the goal.

“I think this is the perfect place.” He whispered to her. The couple made it to the desk, and simply from the counting in his head and the way Stacey’s body was trembling, he knew the next contraction was near. Mischief in mind, he pulled out the phone as she leaned on the desk, her rear towards him. Sure enough, another ten seconds, and she’d contract. He sat her phone down, screen up, and took hold of her hips. Carter leant in, timing his words perfectly. “You can’t push…”

With her head hanging between her shoulders, Stacey began to pant, faster and faster as the contraction took hold. Beneath her clothing the glorious orb of her belly had lifted and distorted, turning to stone and squeezing everything down. She whimpered, rocking her hips and moving her feet wider on the carpet. 

“Oooohh—ohhhhh— ughhhh!!!” The groan that slipped from her mouth was gravelled and breathy. She could feel sweat start to dampen the back of her shirt as she tried to hold off against the barreling urge to bear down. 

“P-Press—back— h-hard—” she managed to huff out in staccato breaths. She needed something - anything - to counter the overwhelming pressure between her legs. If she couldn’t push yet, the last resort was the firm weight of her husband to stop this contraction from taking over. 

He said her waters hadn’t broken, that the simulated baby wasn’t ready to be born yet - but fucking hell she wanted to push. She wanted to push so fiercely that it was starting to overwhelm all thoughts. Until Carter’s hands pressed hard into the backs of her hips, his breath caressing her neck from behind. And then she remembered the pleasure, the game they were playing. 

“That’s my girl…” He purred. Hips pressed against hers, he continued the deep massage in her lower back muscles. “Breathe, but don’t push.” Her legs were trying to spread again, and he could only imagine the pressure and need she had to do so. But it wasn’t time, they could have so much more fun before he let the path from her womb open up. With relative ease he put his feet on either side of hers. The action must have been noticed, because less than a second later her legs were trying to claim any open space they could. Carter remained firm in his position.

There were little noises, sounds so familiar to him that they may as well have been projected over a megaphone. Even though she tried not to, Carter knew she’d just given in. It was barely anything, but that little failed effort made a part of his brain click, a role to play, one that he’d put into action immediately.

The game was growing intimate again it seemed. Perhaps unintentionally, Stacey’s hips rocking led to Carter's body reacting naturally. It could be easily said though, that Stacey rarely had to do much to get Carter excited. Stacey took in a gulp of air, and Carter rightly assumed the contraction was gone. Gentle hands took her, and spun her around to face him. Red faced, sweaty, and exhausted, yet the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“You pushed.” He admonished. “I don’t remember saying it was time…” Carter looked her in the eyes, unblinking and focused. “I think I need to keep an eye on you, and check, to see if you moved things… too fast.”

“What… no, I didn’t push… I don’t… I don’t think I pushed?” She breathed heavily, her full chest rising and falling as she attempted to recover from the contraction. The waves were so close together it felt like she was continually huffing and puffing, sweating and waddling, it was exactly as she’d hoped. 

At her husband’s feigned sternness, Stacey pushed her bottom lip forward, a little pout. “I didn’t push.” This time more definitively, a little defiantly. 

With the desk now behind her, Stacey shifted slightly back, planting her ass on the very edge of the wooden furniture to keep herself upright. Her hands moved in large circles around the full sphere of her belly that stretched the jersey knit of her long top, and accentuating her breathing through soft pursed lips. 

“Baby is so low and heavy… they feel like they’re close…” she cooed softly, watching her husband entranced by the sight of her gravid form. “How are you going to check my progress, with these tight leggings on?” 

He blinked, momentarily taken out of the role he’d been trying to become. Stacey was just too damn sexy when she was like this. Her curves were begging to be exposed, yet for the moment, he knew they both wanted her to stay dressed. Carter stepped closer, hands planting flat on either side of her on the desk. Her belly stopped him getting any closer. Her scent filled his nostrils, and he savored the intoxication it offered. He exhaled, his hot breath breaking against her sweat-damp skin.

“I have my ways.” Carter told her, reimmersing himself. In a flash, he took her thighs, and lifted. Pregnancy added weight, as was natural. But dammit when a man was hungry for his wife he could do anything. Before she knew it, Stacey was fully on the desk, any paperwork that was stacked there was brushed away, and his laptop set far to the side. Carter stared at how her legs were forced apart by her belly, her forward posture making the underside touch the desk.

“Now.” He said, calmly. Carter gingerly pulled up her shirt to expose her stomach. Palm flat on its surface, he spoke again. “I need your legs apart.” As the words came, his hand crept down. “But don’t take that as an opening to push Stace. I told you, it’s, not, time.” He found the elastic band of her leggings, digging beneath them with his fingertips. “Can you promise me that?” Before she had a chance to answer, his lips were on hers, and his hand, found its intended target.

Her moan was swallowed by Carter’s hungry kiss, the growl from the back of her throat disappearing into her husband’s mouth. His lustful gaze, his hot breath, and soft caress had all cumulated into putting every nerve in Stacey’s body on edge. She was trembling beneath his touch, moaning pleasurably against his lips, all the while her legs parted to let his hand explore. 

His digits plunged deeper, and Stacey gasped, her hands rising to grip his shoulders - nails digging slightly into the blue fabric of his shirt. Everything was so sensitive, delicate, thrown into an ocean of arousal at the slightest of movements. The lingering pressure from the latest contraction seemed to be so low she was almost sure Carter would cross paths with that heavy weight. But as his fingers plunged he curled them slightly, his lips grinning against hers, and she cried out at the sweet spot he had reached. 

“Oooooh—my—god…” 

Automatically her thighs parted wider on the desk, simultaneously to allow better access and to alleviate the ache of her hips. Stacey ground her pelvis, trying to meet more friction, to seek more from her husband. But midway through her pleasurable humming a sharp contraction stopped her in her tracks. Every part of her body stiffened, tight, braced for the inevitable peak. Her womb seized, lifting her low belly from the desk where it had been hanging over and between her legs.  Every muscle clamped and squeezed, her breath catching on the painful pressure, made all the more intense with her husband’s hand, so deep, and practically trapped by her contracting body. 

“Ughhhhhhh— ohhh ohhhh-ohhhhhh nnnnghh! I—I’ve gotta push—!” She suddenly cried out. 

Carter let the silent debate in his head roll for a moment before the decision was made.

“Push.” He told her. The single word came with a curl of his fingers within her. She bore down almost immediately. He knew this was the first time she intentionally pushed, and the way her chin dug into her chest was perfect. He allowed her to keep going, only able to imagine the satisfaction she felt giving in to the instinctual needs of her body. He waited, after four kids he knew exactly how she’d shift when the contraction peaked. Stacey’s thighs shook, and he knew it was time.

“Now stop.” He said. “That’s all for this one love.” Carter's eyes were hungry and devious. This moment couldn’t end too fast.

Her eyes flew open, staring hazily up at Carter. “Wh—what?! No!” She gasped. 

The contraction had reached its peak and had only granted her enough time to take a breath - utter her words of dismay - before her muscles squeezed again. She couldn’t stop now! The contraction was still raging, the urge still screaming at her to bear down. 

She did it anyway, not fully taking seriously her husband’s instruction. With her teeth gritted and exposed, she bore down against her husband’s fingers once more. Desperately craving that satisfaction of a deep and productive push. 

Well, that was a mistake on her part. Carter remained silent, letting her savor this push. A quick glance over to the phone would have revealed his intentions if it hadn’t been for Stacey’s current condition taking all her attention. He reached for it. With phone in hand, he looked through the settings. He didn’t need Stacey to tell him the contraction was ending. The grip on his fingers loosened, and now that she’d done the opposite of what he said, it was time to get serious.

“That wasn’t a suggestion.” He told her, slipping his fingers out. His palm remained on her belly, feeling the baby shifting. According to the app, its descent was underway, the head finally starting to exit the cervix. Little dials and scales, as well as a virtual diagram of the baby’s progress filled the screen. A thrill went through him, as his thumb pressed on the dial labeled ‘progress’. “Let’s try that again baby…” Carter, slid the dial, reversing all the progress his wife had just made.

Initially Stacey whimpered, an automatic response assuming another contraction. But the feeling inside of her body was unlike anything she’d experienced; the pressure was receding but the fullness - oh god the fullness. 

“Ohhhhhhh….” She gasped, pressing her hands into the desk and lifting her hips a fraction through the peculiar pulsing inside her womb. It was as if her belly was getting bigger, rounder, and her thighs began to shake. Stacey felt the weighted sphere in her pelvis rise instead of sink - the baby was going— 

“Carter!! What have you done…? Hoooooo…. It’s going back…!” She panted her way through the disturbing reverse of sensations, the sounds coming from her chest were almost whimpers. It felt weird, wrong, and yet the continued stretching of her hip joints meant she still felt deliciously full, so it wasn’t all bad. 

“It told you little pushes Stacey.” He leaned in, putting his face so close that the smallest shift would inevitably lead to another kiss. “That, wasn’t a little push. So I figure, why not have a little punishment for not listening?” Carter was fully immersed into his role, ready to take control in a more dominant way. “It only makes sense darling. If the kids don’t listen they get timeout, if you don’t listen, you gotta start, all, over.” He smiled again, letting that kiss happen he’d been teasing. 

Their lips pressing together didn’t stop him from reading a few things from his wife simply by how she kissed. Over a decade of marriage would let anyone read more into the most subtle of changes in a person's behavior. She’d exhaled, a quick huff that he clocked as annoyance. Carter expected as much, so in response he sat the phone down, bringing his hands to the sensitive underside of her womb. Teeth tugged at her lower lip as he pulled away. She was pouting, and that made him even happier about doing what he did.

“You’re an ass.” She blew out a heavy exhale, slowly settling after the retreating of the “baby” back into her womb. 

“I had to show you I was serious, didn’t I? You’re just lucky that I didn’t have the baby stop halfway out. It is an option you know.” A wolfish grin split his face. “Now, promise to be a good girl for me, and only do little pushes, or maybe the progress will get even slower…” 

“Hmmm…” Stacey’s pout lingered, her eyes glaring playfully at her husband. She was annoyed, yes, the undoing of her pushing progress was bound to have that effect. But the annoyance was only surface level - in truth she was relishing the evening, getting to indulge in all their fantasies. It was clear from her husband’s tone that Carter was really getting into the role, a role so unlike his caring and thoughtful self but one of loving dominance. 

Well if he was going to play a role this evening, then she would too. 

Stacey fluttered her lashes, the pout on her lips turning coy, and she gently let her hands roam and caress the front of his shirt. “I’ll try not to push… I’ll be good.” She purred. Usually fiercely independent, Stacey played up the submissive role with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks. “It’s just… when the baby gets that low, it is hard not to push. My body wants to push so badly.” As if to tempt him from his role Stacey widened her thighs on the desk, sliding to the edge and pressing her full swollen belly right against his torso. 

Carter leaned over her, feeling her womb press against him. It was an impossible task before him, trying to keep himself immersed without melting like putty between his wife’s honeyed words. He wanted her again, and his body knew it. Lips found her neck, and the heat of her breath against his skin only made that urge grow. Carter was huffing as he whispered into her ear.

“I know.” He purred. “But we don’t want the baby coming love… slow, so, so slow. I want you to feel every centimeter as it goes down.” His palm found her crotch, massaging over the fabric of her leggings. “I can’t have you missing the sensations like you did when I broke your water…” 

The words hung in the air and Stacey almost missed them; too distracted by the teasing movements of her husband’s thumb over the stretched Lycra of her leggings. 

“Wait— what?” She breathed heavily, trying to focus through the sizzling pleasure between her thighs. But she couldn’t question Carter any further, her round belly seizing abruptly and she gripped his shoulders with a gasp. 

“Shhhh, shhh. Feel that?” He grinned. “You think it would feel like that with the amniotic sac?” Her tightening womb flared his desires, making his body shudder. “Be a good girl, and give me one, little, push…”

Stacey was already panting - whether from the contraction or arousal, she didn’t know. With her head tilting skyward, her husband’s lips grazing her neck, her body complied without question. All the tension, all the pressure, moved south. She grunted, the push drawing out those delicious primal sounds that made her husband feral. Hell, it made her feral too. Fuck, she loved pushing. Even more so when it was against Carter’s large palm. She lifted a fraction, tilting her pelvis towards him and pushed against his perfect counterpressure. As the ‘baby’ moved, her efforts fruitful, she moaned beautifully. 

“Ooooohhh Carter…. That’s… that’s why it feels so… so…. looooooow….. no fluids… this is all just—ughghhh— the head is coming d-down…” she sang through the moan, grinding down on the desk, and taking another breath she prepared to push again with the current contraction. 

“That’s right.” He groaned. “The heads coming down, almost too big for you isn’t it…” Carter pressed his pelvis against her, her inner thighs telling her what she couldn’t see. Maybe there’s time… Carter applied pressure with his palm, the heel of his hand finding her most sensitive spots. 

The contractions peak left his wife panting, but she was waiting, waiting for his approval. The hungry look in his eyes would have betrayed the temptation to make her hold back. The beautiful agony she’d experience would be such a turn on for them both. The mere thought made him want to rip her clothes off here and have sex on his desk. Desperate eyes stared up at him, pleading, she was doing so well at holding back. But even in this role, he wasn’t so cruel that he’d force her to go with no progress.

“Push.”

The word barely left his mouth before Stacey was giving it her all. Her knees lifted, belly firm and tight as she curled forward with the effort of bearing down. “Nnnnghhh!” 

The heat between them, the sexual tension, could be cut with a knife. And yet Stacey’s body was on an instinctual drive, automatic clenching and squeezing of muscles against the solid weight between her hips. Her waters had already gone - Carter hadn’t told her when or where but it must have been in the shower. She’d have noticed otherwise. The pressure on her cervix was astronomical and she was surprised she hadn’t realised it wasn’t the cushioning of fluid but the firm hard skull of the ‘baby’ that was wedged there. 

“Oooooh—ohhhhh—nnnnghh— oh god!” Stacey gasped at the end of push. All her efforts were on bringing this baby through to the birth canal, so much so that as she released the push she slipped backwards, no core muscles to keep her upright. 

Hands took hold of her, gripping beneath her arms to prevent Stacey from falling down to the desk. No matter how immersed into a role Carter might become, there was no chance he would allow Stacey to even have the chance of getting hurt in the pursuit of their pleasures.

“I’ve got you hon.” He said, the mask of a dominating lover slipping for a moment.

“Mmmh… c-can I move? It’s h-hard to push p-properly like this…” Stacey breathlessly asked. The question partly in her submissive role but partly because she’d need assistance to move with the near-constant contractions and the sheer size of the baby in the bowl of her pelvis. 

“Oh?” Carter cocked an eyebrow. “Asking instead of just doing?” He didn’t lean closer to her, instead, he pulled her towards him, forcing her to sit upright in what he could only imagine was an uncomfortable position with the baby so low. “You’re learning love. Let’s get you a new position then…”

He helped her to scoot off the desk, her stance forced wide due to the baby’s low movements. She’d started to turn, to lean on the desk in what he knew she would find more comfortable. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Carter held her from behind, his arousal pressing against her lower back. Hand between her legs, as if he was concerned the baby would come, he spoke again.

“I haven’t told you what position yet baby.” Carter guided her away from the desk. “I think your only support right now, should be me. No desk to hold, no chair to lean on.” He kissed her cheek. “You bend over and this will end up like the shower all over again…” Not that he’d complain, and for her to be actively pushing? Well that would have been quite the experience. “I’ll make a deal with you.” He lifted her striped shirt, fingers brushing against the nub of her navel. “If you can orgasm, then I’ll let you lean on the desk for a few contractions. Deal?” 

She nodded, breathing heavier from the effort of standing. “Okay y-yes… oooof…mmmhh…” 

At this point the phone was an afterthought, an extra whimsy for him if the mood struck. Perhaps after another contraction or two he’d tweak settings, but this slow progress was far too delicious to alter just yet.

Stacey’s head fell back against her husband’s shoulder, his hands possessively wrapped around her body - one splayed across the firm globe of her belly while the other dipped beneath its curve to cup between her wide legs. “Mmmnh… baby is so heavy, so low… I can feel it-” She hummed, circling her hips slightly, the movement highlighting just how hard and aroused her husband was as his hips mirrored her own “-just wedged there. Ooof— it’s huge!” 

They barely had thirty seconds of this intimate swaying before the next contraction, the first one standing in a while. As she stiffened, Carter growled a pleasurable noise in her ear. “Hold it.” He whispered, her body tensing and tightening beneath his hands. Her knees widened and shook automatically, the barreling pressure reaching new heights aided by gravity. Without anything to lean on, to bend over and brace, Stacey was stuck in her husband's arms while she panted frantically. 

“I… I wanna push….mmmmgh…” she whimpered, trying to fight the urges to bear down. Lifting her arms up and behind her head, she grasped on to her husband any way she could - looping her fingers behind his neck. 

Her preferred labouring position was always to curl forward - on hand and knees, bracing walls, or leaning over the bed or couch - to ease into each contraction and help it progress. But here, now, she was the complete reverse; Carter standing behind while her body arched uncomfortably backwards like a crescent moon, her bump sticking so far out like it was orbiting the couple. It was doing nothing to aid the ‘baby’s’ journey through her birth canal but that didn’t mean the desire to push was any less urgent. 

Stacey hissed through her teeth as the contraction fast approached its peak. “I—I need to push— Car-Carter I have to push—” But still her husband didn’t give the word, didn’t tell her to bear down. In desperation to continue holding back she uttered the shaky words “touch me!”, knowing if she wanted to push in her preferred position she’d need to climax first and there was only one way that was happening. 

One hand stayed dominantly between her legs but Carter slowly moved his other hand over her low and contracting bump, beneath her clothes, towards her sensitive breasts. She moaned, almost shuddering, his fingers brushing over each nipple. 

“I know you want to.” He mused, placing emphasis on how her pushing was a choice. Of course at this point he knew to resist was an impossibility, but watching and listening to her try to hold back was a pleasure unto itself. “But you can’t. Not yet…”

Between index finger and thumb, he pinched her breast, the warmth of her milk coating his fingertips. Simultaneously, he straightened his other hand between her thighs, lifting it up to press against her opening. The fabric did nothing to conceal her desire. And Carter didn’t care if that was just leakage of the excess amniotic fluid or actual sexual fluids, his wife was dripping beneath his touch, and that was exactly what he wanted. The hand between her legs moved back and forth, making a sawing motion that with her increased sensitivity would drive her mad. He’d done it before, and adored the result. 

“That’s my girl.” He purred into her ear. “I can see you thinking you’ll get away with pushing a little… I suggest, you don’t try that.” His middle finger curled between her legs. “Be a shame if I have to punish you again.”

“Oh god, Carter!” She mewled. Stacey bent her legs without thinking, sinking onto his flattened palm, chasing friction and grinding down. Pleasure thrummed through her veins, reaching almost the same intensity as the need to bear down. Every part of her body was trembling, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, stuck beneath the devilish ministrations of her husband’s hands. She was on a knife edge with no idea which way she’d fall. 

He squeezed her nipple in tandem with additional pressure between her thighs, Stacey shuddered before grunting a moan. “Oh no… I’m gonna… p-push…” Her words were a frantic whine laced with unbridled enjoyment. She was desperately clinging on, trying to hold back, but there was just no distinction between her body’s demands. There was no way she could do one and not the other. If she climaxed, she’d most definitely push. 

“Not. Yet.” He growled. Carters hips pressed against her, his arousal undeniable. This torture was so, so sweet. Milk was leaving Stacey’s shirt soaked, almost as if their son was in the other room crying and she responded in kind. The warm fluids coated his fingers as she whimpered. He stretched the moment, three seconds, five… Carter decided that now, she deserved a little relief. Fingers dug in, the fabric of her leggings only barely preventing him from penetrating deep inside. As it was, he still found some depth. In the same moment, he moved his hand back and forth with speed, his breath exhaling against her sweat damp neck. 

Stacey careened right over the edge, any hope of holding back promptly evaporating. Her inner muscles clenched, a sharp gasp catching in her throat, the climax taking hold. “Ah…ahhh…. Carter—yes—!” With trembling knees she held on tight, her fingers still looped behind her husband’s neck above her head. With the crescendo of pleasure spasming between her thighs, her womb clamped down in tandem, taking the opportunity and pushing along with the orgasm. 

The result of her combined arousal and pushing was felt instantaneously. The heavy boulder in her hips shifted lower, splitting her pelvis apart, forcing her knees to bow. The simulated baby was dropping even further, even closer to the exit and she groaned with pained pleasure at the increased fullness. 

The drop was anticipated. Carter's hand between her legs held firm, preventing his wife from dropping to all fours in order to open up for pushing. This was still early in the active stage of labor, and he knew as much as her body wanted to rush, Stacey would want it to move slowly. Or would she?

“Don’t hold your breath.” He told her, letting his own knees buckle to give her just a little more space to work with. “Feel it dropping down?” Of course she did, her moans were enough evidence of that. “I’m sorry I had to punish you love.” The contraction was ebbing, as it did, he guided his laboring wife to the desk so he could place her hands on it. Before he let go, he tucked her hair behind her ears. Sweat dripped off her nose onto the stained wood top, her exposed womb still open to the air. Carter was forced to bottle his lust for her. He moved, leaning on the desk in a nonchalant manner.

“You did good, you listened.” He smiled, showing just enough teeth that told Stacey he was enjoying playing this part far more than either of them could have anticipated. “And when you listen…” Carter turned on the phone screen, letting it be in plain view for Stacey. “You get a reward.” His finger found a slider, next to it, a depiction of a uterus and birth canal, with the artificial baby’s progress. He moved it, to just behind the opening.

With her hands on the edge of the desk, Stacey settled into her much preferred position, watching the way her husband’s eyes sparkled with the reflection of the phone’s light. Or perhaps it was pure glee. As his fingertip rose from the screen she felt something change deep inside her womb. She hadn’t seen what he’d selected, only that a decision had been made. But she was soon to find out; immediately her swollen belly seized, tight and firm, outlining the shape of the artificial baby inside. It was strong, almost like a contraction, but somehow not. 

“Ohhhhh… ohhhh something's happening… mmmmhh…” she moaned, leaning into the desk and lowering her head slightly, her ass naturally shifting backwards and opening her pelvis more. “Ahhh… oh it’s moving… down! Oh wow….” 

Stacey couldn’t help the lengthy breathy moans as whatever setting that had been chosen activated. The bowling ball between her legs was sinking - heavier, deeper, closer. Without thought her feet slid apart on the carpet, widening her stance instinctively around the hard skull that now felt dangerously close to appearing. 

“I’m… I’m not pushing… oh but it feels like it’s coming out… unghhhh….” Stacey almost purred the moan, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness that was making her aroused again already. And brought with it the desire, but not a need, to push. 

He cupped her cheek, running a lover's thumb across it. Using the smallest implication of force, he lifted her gaze so they could lock eyes. 

“It’s going to try and come out.” He told her. “It’s right there, between your legs.” Carter's smile became more genuine as memories of the drive thru played on repeat behind his eyes. He recalled this exact moment there, where he’d placed his hands, what he’d done while she pushed, the pleasures they both felt as a result. He wondered inwardly if such pleasures should be repeated, if Stacey’s body could handle even more erotic pleasure. His hand dropped from her cheek, and he pushed off the desk.

“Now, I could let it go smoothly.” He said, circling her. As he did, his fingertips graced along the exposed flesh of her belly and lower back. “But I think that would be too nice.” The gap between her shirt and skin spread as he slipped his hand up, middle finger finding every bump of her vertebrae. The shudder she gave in response fueled his own need for intimacy. He found her shoulder, giving it a squeeze as he leant in to whisper in her ear. “What do you think baby? Should I be nice? Or will you be naughty?”

Stacey was practically panting. The thrumming pressure combined with Carter’s teasing touches was deliciously intense. She could feel his warm breath on her sweat-dampened neck, the rough callouses on his hands as he glided up the smooth skin of back. 

“Mmmhh… I… I just wanna push Carter… I don’t care if I d-don’t make progress I just— oooohhh I want to feel… damn it’s right there!” Stacey groaned, her knuckles squeezing the edge of the desk, the fullness between her thighs was so tempting, calling at her to bear down. “P-please let me p-push properly.”  

Carter took his time to think on it. She did ask nicely, as he’d told her she must, and she was in what he remembered as the hottest part of the whole ordeal. The phone was stuffed into his pocket, the next alteration wouldn’t be till a very specific point was reached. So all his attention could be on the moment about to unfold.

“Ok.” He said, slipping a palm between her opening thighs. “Push for me…”

A sharp inhale, a minute adjustment of her legs, and then Stacey was pushing. A deep and forceful push, a productivepush. “Nnnnghhh!!!” Her teeth were bared, gritted, as all her efforts sank down through her pelvis. It felt so damn satisfying she sighed an enjoyable exhale at the end of the push before taking another deep breath and going again. 

Her husband’s hand was cupped between her legs, keeping her stance suitably wide, but crucially applying counterpressure through her tight leggings against her sensitive opening. Stacey found her hips dipping slightly, grinding and pressing down against his palm as she pushed again, feeling the baby move down while Carter’s hand pressed up as if to meet it. She was so beautifully full. So heavy and swollen and gravid and now pushing into her husband’s firm hand. It was exactly where she wanted this evening to go and was determined to enjoy every second of it. A low grunt of pure primal effort rattled from her throat as she beared down, feeling every tiny millimetre of progress, the baby sitting heavier against her labia and beginning to peak through with the push. 

The pressure against his hand increased, and the delight along with it. Her body was trying to open around the head, but with the size they’d set, even the added effort from her openly pushing was doing little to progress it. Even if it did start to poke out, Carter would simply have held firm. So many unmedicated births, and Stacey still shook when bearing down. Carter supposed that no matter how many children they had, her body would always react like this. That, was more than ok with him. 

“I can feel it.” He said, gently patting the solid mass bulging in her leggings. “It’s right there love, trying to escape.” Carter found her stomach again. “I think it’s safer in there, don’t you? Maybe we should try to hold back a bit, let this moment stretch.” As the words came, the contraction finally ebbed, and he emphasized by pressing firmly where the baby was descending. 

A whimpering sound rumbled behind Stacey’s closed mouth. When the contraction released her muscles stopped pushing and with the relaxation - along with Carter’s gentle nudge - the baby slipped back slightly. It was still undeniably there, just behind her skin, sitting heavy and oh so ready. 

“I forget… how intense this bit is.” She mumbled, catching her breath back. “When they are this close, but not quite crowning, it’s like— hmmmm…. It’s like nature takes over. My body working on pure instinct.” 

Slowly Stacey circled her hips, a tentative move to really feel just how low the ‘baby’ was nestled, to appreciate every ounce of fullness. Usually, with a real baby, there would be a sense of urgency and need to deliver quickly and safely. Especially once this point had been reached. But now, now there was no risk to an infant or Stacey. Right here and now was purely about pleasure and fantasy and exploration. Her husband’s choice of words echoed in her mind. Stretch. Yes, soon her body would be stretched thin around a baby. The implication behind Carter’s words was clear - this birth was going to be a long and slow progress. 

Slowly, Stacey righted her body, letting go of the desk to stand straighter. Somewhat. Carter’s hand stayed between her legs, reluctant to let go. 

“Yes, it’s definitely safer for them to stay inside a little longer.” Her words purred with emphasis. “You’re right. You’re the boss.” Stacey added, appealing to the dominant role Carter was so eager to play. “And…. Perhaps as the Boss, you should take a seat at your desk.” Her eyes twinkled with delight. 

“Mmm.” Carter hummed, weighing the prospect. A show would be nice, and with the tightness in his shorts, sitting would be preferred. The smallest application of pressure between her thighs before pulling it away was his answer. Revelling in the stifled yelp Stacey made, he distanced himself. 

“I think I will.” He said. The office chair had been pushed aside not long before. Upon first entering the room Carter had debated having Stacey sit in it while he leaned on the desk, watching her embrace the beautiful agony as the ‘baby’ emerged between her thighs, its gap shrunken by the leather of the chair and the gravidity of her womb. The mental image left him salivating. He pulled the chair forwards, sitting himself down facing her. The phone was on his lap, as was the obvious evidence that he was still in fact very in love with his wife. 

“I don’t think you should use the desk for the next few contractions honey.” He told her. Absently the phone was unlocked, and the settings opened. Not yet. Not just yet. Carter resisted the urge to enact his plan. They needed some more fun first. “Come here love.” His wife took a moment, gathering her strength he assumed. The second her hands left the desk, they were cradling her stomach, one reaching even further to that growing mass between her covered thighs. The devious side of him couldn’t help itself. As soon as she was standing in front of him, he smiled up at her. Carter, triggered a contraction.

“W-what?” She’d only had a moment to glance at the phone before the contraction hit full force. With no build up, Carter was able to watch her body alter. Stacey was forced to double over, and he caught her, placing her hands on his shoulders. The position left him with an eyeful of cleavage and a rock hard hanging belly. With those in front of him, he had to fight to keep eye contact with her.

“Push for me.” He said. “I won’t stop you…”

But Stacey was already bearing down. The choice wasn’t hers to make anymore. Immediately her legs trembled and widened, her fingers squeezing Carter’s shoulders, and a deep primal force squeezed deliriously low. The whimpering groan in her throat transformed into a grunting sound of effort. 

With how low the ‘baby’ was in her pelvis, the absurd width of her gait, she was practically standing over Carter's legs, bent forward at the hip as she braced against him during this intense contraction. Their faces were mere centimetres apart, both flushed and heavy breathing for entirely different reasons. Stacey’s mouth hung open with another push, eerily silent this time as she bore down with such focus she lost herself for a moment. The pressure was growing between her thighs, that firm and heavy weight slowly parting her body open more and more and more. She could feel every iota of progress happening beneath those tight black leggings, the skull of the ‘baby’ bulging and retreating with each individual push. After four kids already, every second was familiar, her body knew exactly what to do. It also recognised every slight change of sensations and she gasped at the end of a forceful push. 

“Ughhh… c-crowning… oh god….mmmmmh…” Stacey moaned with a wobbling tone of pain and pleasure. 

Carter knew she was telling the truth, Stacey’s experience was not in question. However, that didn’t prevent Carters hand from finding the evidence of that crown. His eyebrows rose slightly as he realized just how big the ‘baby’s’ head was. It was one thing to see the measurements on the app, but feeling how completely it filled his palm was a whole other experience.

“Good girl.” He told her, patting the bulge as if it too deserved praise. “Don’t let it slip back in, you’ve made so much progress.” She was finally there, the stage where she was at her most beautiful. The concern was empty, there was no chance of the ‘baby’ slipping back in. Carter enacted his plan, the role he played and his own desire for what happened folding in to become one thought. The phone screen was back to the control, where only a little while ago he’d reset her progress as punishment. What he was planning now was no punishment, it was ultimate pleasure. A single toggle, and the ‘baby’ ceased to move. No progress, no loss, its head was trapped at a full crown. 

“There.” He told her. “Now it won't slip back in. But, it’s not coming out either.” 

She looked confused, or simply exhausted, Carter had a hard time differentiating. Stacey was still panting as her body recovered. He felt the trembling in her fingers, and saw the shaking of her thighs. A full crown, trapped until he changed it. He sat the phone aside, bringing both his hands to her belly.

“See, I was thinking.” He spoke slowly, letting each word sink in as Stacey battled her body’s needs. “We had sex, a few times… we both had our fun and finished together. But then, just a few minutes ago, you finished, without your husband.” His grin grew wolfish. “I don’t know if it’s fair to be uneven in that, do you?”

Stacey shook her head, unable to speak, panting through the sheer fact a large ‘baby’ was at a full crown between her legs. She knew Carter wasn’t asking for penetrative sex, his hand cupping the bulge beneath her leggings meant he knew that was not physically possible. Her eyes dropped from his face, seeing the strained fabric of his trousers that were tented to the ceiling. She wanted to hold him, to bring him as much pleasure as she was feeling, but damn with the baby where it was she was hesitant to let go of his shoulders. 

The app might have changed settings, preventing any progress from happening, but that certainly did not alter what she felt on a deep and primal level. The instinct to drop into a squat and push, no matter how pointless, was oh so tempting. With a trembling hand, Stacey let go of one of Carter’s shoulders and reached for his waistband. Immediately her knees began to shake and she whimpered against the urge to push. 

The elastic band was pulled away with ease, as was that of the underwear he wore beneath. He was at attention already, and had been for some time, leaving no need for any foreplay or teasing. He shuddered, as her fingers wrapped around him, shocks of pleasure echoing through him. 

“That’s it, Stace.” He said, keeping his palm firm against the bulge while the other rose to her cheek. She began to move, her hand making the necessary motions to give him a much needed release. His thumb probed for her most sensitive spot where it was stretched to the max around the head. He brushed against it, only then noticing her legs shaking. He excused it as her own pleasure growing from the intimacy of the moment. “That’s my girl.”

She tried to focus, to listen to the gravelled sounds of her husband’s enjoyment, concentrating on her hands as they glided up and down his length. Then his thumb ghosted her clit and she shuddered, his touch prompting a sudden contraction. 

“Ohhhh… Carter…. This-might— not be a good— idea…” she breathed heavily. 

The pressure between her wide legs was intoxicating and forceful, her body stretched thin and on edge, Stacey barely managed to hold back the instinct to bear down. She had one hand braced against his shoulder while the other worked on Carter’s erection, all the while her belly was an iron sphere that was contracting so hard and begging for her to push. Stacey couldn’t help but clench both her fists a little firmer unconsciously. 

The firmer grip only seemed to invigorate him more. His chest was rising and falling with speed, each pump bringing him closer and closer to the edge of climax. This wasn’t a typical vice of theirs, but dammit he was enjoying it. He brought his index finger to her lips, still too immersed into the role to actually take in the weight of her words and look. She was just playing the part, and doing incredibly good. His lust filled gaze met hers, and he felt the beginnings of his body’s crest over the peak. He pressed harder against her clit, lost in the moment and unable to comprehend the gravity of such an action. 

“Don’t worry.” He said, struggling to keep his voice level. “This is perfect.” 

“B-but.” 

Carter leant in to kiss her, the only sure way to prevent anything more from escaping her lips. He felt her pace quicken, and their tongues began a dance within their mouths. He grabbed her breast, closing his eyes as the two of them enjoyed the moment. He was so close, so very nearly able to release the pent up pressure within his loins. She was holding him a little tighter now, and he couldn’t help wondering in what way she was playing her role. Her jaw quivered against his, a sharp exhale of breath into his mouth. She was no longer pumping, she was simply standing, breathing. 

“O-oh. Ohhh!” She groaned. He knew that noise, more specifically, he knew what came immediately after.

His eyes opened, only to see hers shut tight, teeth clenched. A fraction of a second later, pain hit him and he was forced to cry out in alarm. Her knuckles were white around his shaft, squeezing it with such ferocity that any thoughts of pleasure or even roleplay disappeared in an instant. 

“Stacey?! Ah! Stacey!”

“Can’t. Stop!” She grunted, words barely forming as her growls of effort tried to force the baby out.

He quit fondling her breast, and tried desperately to loosen the vice on his erection. Her stomach was shrunken, this contraction far more intense than what he’d ever set. Any chance of the analytical side of his mind figuring out if there was something going on with the app was squashed along with his manhood under his wife’s grip. He tried to apply counter pressure to the baby’s head, hoping that it might get her to relax, but what he felt as pressure was applied made his eyes widen. Despite the app pausing the progress, and despite her body being stretched to its limit, the head was shifting, her primal efforts combined with her body’s need to expel the child within actually overwrote the programming of the app. She was making progress, the bulge in her leggings moving millimeter by millimeter.

“Stacey! Stop pushing!” He hissed. Her grip couldn’t be loosened, and he could only imagine how much worse it’d get if she kept going.

“It’s— it’s coming out—!” She gasped, unable to stop the actions of Mother Nature. 

The contraction was a tsunami of pressure. There was no fighting or denying it, all Stacey could do was ride it out. But her hand was wrapped around her husband’s appendage when the wave struck, rooting her to the spot, unable to move or loosen her grip or do anything besides push. Carter’s noises of agony shocked her, it matched the fiery pain between her legs. With her eyes closed she couldn’t see what was happening, or even think beyond the realm of her own existence. The only thought in her mind was to push. And push hard. 

Carter desperately reached for the phone. With the contraction only worsening, there was no way for her to finally let go until it was over. He grabbed it, opening the app with speed and quickly hitting the button to cancel the contraction. He heard Stacey gasp, and felt her weight press on him as the peaked contraction ended as fast as it had begun. 

“Easy.” He encouraged, pain still in his voice. “Easy…” Carter rubbed her stomach, already able to tell that she was recovering simply from how her breathing was normalizing.

The contraction ended but the throbbing pressure of the full crown lingered. It took quite a few breaths to fade to a point where she could speak or move. 

“I know that one was rough, and I hate to kill the mood but… d-do you mind loosening your grip a bit baby?” He looked down at his shaft, all the blood practically choked out of it. “I don’t think a vasectomy was in the plans for tonight.”

“Oh…. Oh my god Carter…” Stacey stuttered, finally realising the full effect of what just happened. Immediately her fingers loosened, her hand pulling away quickly. “Shit. I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to, I just…. that contraction was insane.” She felt so guilty, accidentally nearly castrating her husband was certainly not how they wanted the evening to go. 

“I couldn’t stop pushing, everything just got so… primal or something.” She was still panting heavily, her legs still bent wide over his lap, miraculously the crown between her legs momentarily forgotten with her worry for Carter’s well being. “Are you okay honey?” 

“I’m ok, Stace.” Carter couldn’t help the chuckle that came. This was all so ridiculous, and clearly they’d been so caught up in the moment that consequences of their actions became moot in their minds. “Just want to make sure I can give you a real baby when the time comes.” He made a show of checking to make sure that he was still in possession of his appendage, then tucked it away into his pants. As soon as it was away and safe from Stacey’s frankly frightening grip strength, he returned his attention to her.

“Seriously, it’s ok.” He smiled. To show her that he was in fact fine, he leaned in and kissed her. “No hard feelings. Well, besides down there.”  

Her worried expression formed a slight smirk. Playfully she pushed at his shoulders, stepping back ever so slightly and straightening up. “Carter! I was really worried, I thought I’d hurt you.” Relief flooded her heart. Not only did she not want her husband to be injured, but she too was thinking of future real babies to add to their brood. Neither of them wanted that to be taken off the cards. 

The unplanned ending to Carter’s hand-job really took the pair out of the moment, fantasy having been quickly swept aside. But their evening wasn’t over; Stacey was still fully crowned with this simulated baby. A fact her body was all too eager to remind them both. 

As her womb clenched abruptly again, in spite of the app’s settings, she spun around to brace the desk edge. “Oooohhhh… this.. this baby wants out… Carter….” She moaned deeply, leaning forward, giving an impromptu perfect view of her backside for her sitting husband. 

“Shit, ok, ok we got this.” The roleplay was gone, the pure sexual bliss along with it. But they remained, a couple who found more joy in these kinds of moments than anyone could have dreamed. The app was forgotten, and it was like they were trying to deliver one of their own children again. Carter took hold of her hips, appreciating the view for a moment. Thumbs dug into her flesh, massaging in the exact spots he knew would count. The head was right there, her leggings left nothing to the imagination. 

“No more holding back Stace.” His tone was that of a husband and father, encouragement dripping from each word with ease. “I want you to push for me ok? I’m right here, you know what to do.” 

“R-really-? I can p-push?” Stacey’s words were barely cohesive through the desperate panting she was making. With how the last contraction had gone she was doing her damndest to hold back, not to let her body give in to the primal surge to deliver. 

“No more roleplaying honey. Let’s get this baby out.”

With a shaky inhale, Stacey gripped the desk edge and spread her feet wider on the floor, opening her pelvis that necessary fraction more. She was silent at first with the pushing, then louder and louder the grunting strain of effort rattled her throat. It was right there, so fucking close and stretching her beyond anything she remembered. Carter’s hands pressed against each ass cheek, blissful counterpressure for her widening hips. One…two…pushes, each one bringing progress but seemingly not enough for the head to fully come out. The leggings. Damn it. 

Stacey groaned, frustrated, and took a long deep breath. This time her whole body shook with effort as she bore down with a fierce goddess like energy. Suddenly the head burst free into the gusset of her leggings and she cried out with sheer relief and slumped over the desk with exhaustion. 

He saw it coming, Stacey’s elbows rested on the desk as the head burst from between her legs. Her leggings were stretched thin, the fabric nearly allowing him to actually see the artificial baby through it. Before the inevitable occurred, Carter scooted forwards in the chair, bumping into the back of her knees with his. It took her by surprise, but in one fluid motion his wife had gone from standing precariously on the verge of collapse, to sitting in his lap, legs spread wide.

“Hey there pretty lady.” He said, wrapping an arm around her gravid body to make sure she wouldn’t slip off of him. “There’s a baby hanging between your legs, love.” The baby wasn’t real, none of this really was, but even so Carter felt the sting of emotions at the idea that they’d have another baby in their arms soon. Gingerly, he took hold of her hand, and reached it down between her quaking thighs. “Right there Stacey. It’s right there.” His thumb caressed her hand as they both touched the head. 

Her chest was heaving, trying to catch her breath back. It was difficult to reach around her still present bump but Carter’s warm hands ensured they reached the destination. Beneath the stretched jersey there was an incredibly large sphere between her legs. “It’s… it’s huge….” She laughed through her heavy breathing. “I didn’t think I selected too large a baby but this… this head feels bigger than any of our kids.” 

Stacey felt safe and at home in her husband’s arms, comfortable and familiar, albeit with a ‘baby’ half born from her body. Arguably that was an accurate reflection on the couple's lives. Her head tilted back, turning to nuzzle his chest and neck, inhaling him. Their hands stayed between her legs as she mumbled with quiet content. “Shoulders… starting to… press down…” 

“Perfect timing.” He told her, his smile making the whisker on his cheek brush against the skin of her forehead. “How about we try one last little enjoyment with this?” He let go of her hand just enough to tug on her leggings. There was no way to remove them currently, not that either of them wanted that anyways. He simply pulled them to the side, allowing the baby’s head to rest to the right, giving an easier path rather than directly into the seam.

“Think you can pant the baby out? You did all the hard work getting the head, relax yourself, the hard part is over.” He planted a kiss on her temple. He couldn’t help thinking that this was more intimate a moment than any other they’d had today.

“Mmmmmh…. I can try…. Hooo okay… here it comes…” Stacey swallowed, readying herself as much as she could. Without any input from the phone, which was long discarded, her body squeezed familiarly. Muscles tensing and contracting, clenching around the rest of the ‘baby’ that was nestled in the birth canal. Naturally her hips began to rock in time with the rhythmic spasms of her body, soft moans through breathy exhales erupting from her chest. 

“Uhhhh… ohhhh I can feel it babe! Oooohh I’m not pushing but it’s moving down… ohhh god….” Stacey’s breath got quicker as one shoulder stretched her sensitive opening, the temptation to push with the pressure was enticing but apparently not necessary as she jolted slightly when the first shoulder slipped free. 

“You’ve got it!” Carter moved her hand, bringing it to the side where the second shoulder was emerging. Even without being able to see, he knew exactly how it looked. The head, sliding along her thigh, stretching her leggings as the shoulders pushed out behind it. With a gentle nudge, he pressed against the baby, just enough to have the second shoulder pop loose. He felt her jump, and a second later the relieved exhale that came from the biggest ordeal a woman could face drawing to a close. The ‘baby’ slipped out, filling her pant leg and leaving them both awestruck.

“Holy shit.” Carter muttered, half chuckling, half crying. “We just had another baby.” Instinct fought him, a need to check on the wellbeing of the newborn. Such instincts melted away as two things happened. Carter watched, as Stacey’s stomach began to deflate, becoming the same as it had been only this morning. As unsettling a sight that was, it was nothing compared to the next. The ‘baby’, which had not made a sound upon coming into the world, simply began to shrink. “Holy shit…” The words were quiet, his brain having trouble processing such a thing.

Stacey’s hands went between her legs automatically. By the time they got there the ‘baby’ had shrunk so much there wasn’t much more than a tennis ball size shape behind her leggings and that promptly disappeared. All that effort, all that straining and pushing, and there was nothing there. This was a stark difference for the mother of four. 

As if a switch clicked in her mind Stacey pulled at the waistband of her leggings and her hands dived into her panties. She slowly pulled it back out with a tiny pill placed between her index and thumb. “That happened… that happened quicker than I expected. To be honest, I didn’t read up much about what happened after, got too carried away with the pregnancy and birth instructions.” 

She lifted to their eyeline. It was the first time Carter actually saw the pill for what it was, Stacey had inserted it before he’d got home from work. “It’s crazy that this one pill… could do all of that.” She said in quiet awe. Her breathing was slowly coming back to normal, her stomach returned to its usual slightly rounded shape. Her husband was quiet behind her. “Are you okay?” 

“More than ok.” He said. “We got a little carried away eh?” He laughed, holding her tight to him. He felt like he could sleep for days, and if that was how he felt, he could only imagine how exhausted she was. They remained in the chair for a while longer, not daring to seperate after such an ordeal. If he was honest, not having a newborn to cuddle with after the birth was a disappointment, but such feelings would ebb as soon as the kids were home. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his wife.

“I think the app has a few glitches.” He told her after a while being quiet. “I’m excited to see what others we might be able to find. Maybe later tonight…” Carter traced his finger across her stomach. “We can test out that twins option?”

“Tonight? Ha. I think we’d need longer than what’s left of this evening for twins.” Stacey laughed, turning to face Carter and kissing him softly. “But I am very excited for us to do this again and find more uses for this pill.” 

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Check out the new story written with my co-writing wife!

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Spandex shorts are actually extremely comfortable to give birth in, and if you’re pregnant you’re encouraged to wear them right up until the baby’s head comes out to support proper circulation.

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Grabs your waist and bends down to kiss your second trimester pregnant belly (as a friend)

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Muscle and tummy

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”You’re doing so well sweetie.” I speak softly to you as you begin to crown. I rub your tight belly while you moan loudly, the head stuck at your entrance.

“Good job baby it’s almost here. Just a few more pushes. That’s it.”

I cup the head to keep you from pushing it out too fast. You push into my hand with strained groans.

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At The Drive-Thru

A Couples last minute need for fast food ends with more than they ordered

Another collab with @cowboybassett. This was such a fun one to write! 12,402 words. FYI Slightly more nsfw/sexual than my usual content. Enjoy 😉

“Ooo— look honey, there’s a drive thru!” Stacey said sitting in the passenger seat of their car, legs wide, a towel beneath her, and her large overdue belly sitting prominently between her thighs. 

She’d gone into labour earlier that morning, a fact she was more than grateful for. Being a week past her due date she was beyond ready for this baby to come out. Her husband, Carter, was driving them to the hospital, music on, with his hand resting affectionately on the curve of her bump. They already had three kids, so none of today’s events surprised the parents-to-be. Carter had been amazing as usual during early labour, dealing with the kids to let her rest, and later when things got a bit more intense helping her ride out each strengthening contraction - holding her, rubbing her back, squeezing her widening hips. They knew the drill and welcomed each contraction as it would bring them closer to meeting their fourth child. 

Stacey’s waters had broken not long ago, so they were forced to leave the comfort of their home (leaving the kids with a grandparent) and head to the hospital. It was only a thirty minute drive, so they weren’t in any hurry. Contractions had stalled at 6 minutes apart. 

When Stacey saw the Golden Arches of McDonalds on the interstate, her eyes lit up. 

“Can we make a quick detour babe? I really fancy a BigMac.” She said pleadingly, with her best puppy dog eyes. 

Carter just shook his head and laughed. It was impossible to say no to her, after years of happiness and bearing the most beautiful children in the world, he wasn’t one to turn down her desires. They should go straight to the hospital, but why not spoil her a bit? 

“If we get you a BigMac does that mean no charcuterie board after the baby is here?” He asked. The look she gave him was enough to make him laugh even harder. As if to say ‘Why not both?’ “Ok ok, I know better than to keep you away.” He turned their off the interstate. As he’d done with every pregnancy, he drove one handed, the other hand possessively rubbing her swollen midriff. Stacey was one of those women who always looked good, especially while pregnant, and Carter wanted her to know.

The Golden Arches grew closer, and he turned into the large parking lot, weaving around the cars to find the drive thru lane.

“So is this Big Mac going to have an absurd number of pickles in it? Or are we going for mustard today?” He asked her, finally finding the line. It was long, but usually this location moved pretty fast.

“Mmm… pickles still sound good to me, even in labour. Oooohhh—” Stacey’s hum for the pickles seamlessly turned into a muted groan as the next contraction rolled in just as they entered the drive-thru line. 

Pressing her hands into the seat underneath, lifting her hips up a fraction, she pressed her head back against the headrest and breathed long and slow breaths. Though the contractions had stalled at 6 minute intervals, they were still strong enough to knock the wind out of her and stop her from talking. A soft moan joined every exhale while her knees naturally moved in and out, in and out, trying to find some comfort through the steady pressure sitting in the bowl of her pelvis. 

Stacey smiled when it was over, relaxing back into the seat, and her head rolled on the headrest to face her adoring husband. 

“Big Mac… extra pickles, large fries… oh and don’t forget the nuggets as well.” The idea of food was the perfect distraction for her mind, her mouth salivating at the thought of the grease and sauce of the burger. Her husband laughed at her order, the same order she got during every pregnancy. 

“Alright then honey.” He said. Her contraction hadn’t put him off at all, there was no panic, no concern. At this point they both knew her body so well that there wasn’t any doubt the baby would be here within the next few hours. Plenty of time. 

The line moved at a glacial pace, Carter and Stacy just chatting away between contractions about anything and everything. From the outside they looked simply like a normal couple, out to get fast food on their way somewhere. His hand had shifted from her belly to her thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze that was actually the reason for this pregnancy. They’d tracked the conception to a particular session in their minivan after realizing they had some time to spare before picking up the kids from Stacey’s parents house.

“Wonder if the ice cream machine is broken or something.” Carter wondered aloud. “This line never moves this slow.” They still had six cars between them and where they ordered. Behind them the line stretched all the way to the street. 

“Maybe… the machine in there is always so temperamental.” Stacey said distractedly, leaning forwards to adjust the angle of the A/C so it hit her neck and chest that was gathering sweat with each contraction.

“Fair point.” He conceded.

As the next contraction struck, her legs widened in the seat and her head went back against the headrest, humming low, long sounds towards the ceiling. Her hands shot sideways, one grabbing the handle of the door while the other found his forearm and squeezed tight. 

“Mmmmmghh— oh fuck—” she huffed a complaint mid-way through the wave. The contraction was sharp and focused, forcing her to pant a little through its intensity. 

Carter glanced at the watch on his left wrist, finding that the contractions still haven’t breached the six minute mark. How long would this go on? He wasn’t upset about it per se, but he and Stacey both had been so eager to meet their new baby that for the labor to stagnate like this was almost frustrating.

“Damn.” He grumbled. “They’re still pretty far apart, honey. That one was almost six and a half minutes between.” After so many kids, Carter was used to her vice grip, and could tell by the tightness that it wasn’t quite to the level she would be when actively evicting their baby. With the van in park he brought his hand over to rub her belly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You know the routine, just breathe, in, and out. Nose to mouth like always.” Carter didn’t need to explain, Stacey’s knowledge trumped his when it came to these things and he knew it. But it never hurt to distract and redirect.

Stacey returned the kiss, even while panting through the contraction, the pair syncing into a familiar comforting rhythm. Carter’s hand made large swirling circles around her belly, both possessive and affectionate in its movement. When it was over she relaxed back into her seat, slumping a little to the side to rest her head on his shoulder. 

“Maybe it’s cos I’m a week overdue…? They seem to be taking their sweet time to come out.” 

Stacey was wearing her maternity leggings that she had rolled down and the waistband disappeared beneath the swell of her full womb. Her shirt was bunched under her engorged breasts, belly on full gravid display. Even though the contraction had passed, her skin was still taut and firm and stretched to capacity. Carter’s hands were a comfort but also provided an enjoyable and pleasurable distraction. 

Carter moved the van forward, keeping one hand on her belly, rolling them a car’s length closer to the ordering booth. 

“They take after their mother.” He said, eyes remaining on the line as his fingers expertly explored her belly. It was not a secret that he loved her body. Whether she was pregnant or not, Carter took care whenever they were intimate to explore everything. After the first baby, he’d doted on Stacey during the weeks following birth, helping with massages as well as any after care she requested. That probably was the reason they had Irish twins with their first two babies. 

Carter found her navel, its little popped out perfectly round blemish on her belly was his favorite this pregnancy. He glided over it with his thumb before migrating south, finding her tight underbelly and the subtle lines of stretch marks. Carter chuckled, the thoughts in his mind less than clean as he wondered how long till she was carrying baby five. He glanced at his wife, and the look she gave told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Hmmm…. I know that look.” Stacey mused, shifting in her seat a little to sit straighter, to put more of her own body weight against the cushion of the chair, providing needed counter pressure against her crotch. “I swear you get more and more insatiable with every pregnancy. If I ever had twins I think you’d explode.” 

The car filled with Stacey’s husky giggle, the look in Carter’s eyes said more than words ever could. Then Stacey went quiet, eyes closing and hips sliding to the edge of the seat, her breath coming in short sharp pants. 

“Ohhh—ohhhhhh—” she moaned, low, barely a rumble with the noise of the engine running. But her change in position was clear, her hands hooking under her knees and pulling them apart instinctively. The pressure was astronomical, wrapping around her entire core and squeezing tight. Wider, she had to get wider. 

Carter looked at her, really taking the time to give her a thorough examination. He knew his wife, some days he knew her better than she knew herself. They’d joked that he could smell when she was about to ovulate, but it was true, he couldn’t explain it but she was different around that time. Obviously that wasn’t happening currently, in fact it was quite the opposite. Beneath his hand her stomach tightened, and the way she shifted put him in mind of their second born. A realization came, and he sighed.

“Baby, I don’t think you’re gonna have much time to eat that Big Mac.” He said, shifting his hand from her belly to her thigh. With her legs slightly lifted, he ran the length with his hand, all the way from her knees to where her belly prevented access to their child’s exit. “You’re doing that leg thing you did with Mackenzie.”

“Ugh— what t-thing—?” Stacey grunted, then looked down and saw how far she’d pulled her knees apart and her trembling thighs. An unconscious action to make more space. Letting go of her knees before the contraction had fully ebbed away, she grimaced and pulled her legs together, well as much as she was able. 

“M-no, I’m f-fine. Hoooo—” her words laced over her breathy exhales. 

The baby was low. That fact was undeniable. But the contractions had stalled at 6 minutes apart for the last two hours, so there was no way that she actually needed to push. It was probably just the angle she was sitting, making it feel more urgent than it really was. 

Looking up at the line of cars in front, two more before they could even order, Stacey swore under her breath. “I just want a Big Mac for fucks sake…”

“Next time we should just order on the phone. They bring food out to cars now.” Stacey was starting to sweat, her bare skin glistening. Carter removed his hand just long enough to turn the AC on to what he called its ‘arctic’ setting. She overheated too easily this late in pregnancy, so he hoped maybe the cold air would ease her into relaxing. 

Another contraction came before the car in front moved to the order window. Carter took his wife’s hand, letting her have something to squeeze. It looked like she’d shifted her weight, her hips more towards the center of the seat rather than at the base of the back rest. Her belly hung too low for him to see between her legs, not that there was anything to see anyways. The damned contractions were taking a long time to speed up, but with the line that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Might be appropriate to name this kid ‘Patience’.” He said, absently reaching into the back seat for Stacey’s large water bottle he always ensured was full. He sat it between them, the quiet clinking of ice against metal inside the only sound besides Stacey’s irregular breathing. “Get a drink baby.” 

“Hmmm…. Well they’re certainly testing mine.” Stacey said with a joking sternness of a pissed-off mother. She kept one hand on her taut belly as she grabbed the giant water bottle, taking a big gulp through the metal straw. 

The weight in her pelvis was making itself known more with every passing contraction. Stacey found herself circling her hips, grinding against the cushioned passenger seat of their car. It felt heavy, round and huge, and very familiar. Even without a contraction the pressure brought a whimper from her lips. 

“Mmgh— oh— baby’s definitely lower now babe….” Her words caught on the heaviness of her breathing, the end of her sentence punctuated with a husky exhale. 

“Ok, ok we are almost there.” Carter squeezed her hand. What should have been a quick ten minute trip to get her a burger before heading to the hospital was now bordering on thirty, and they hadn’t even been able to order yet. “Do you want me to grab the blanket? We can roll it up and put it behind your back.” 

Stacey shook her head, pushing her hands down into the seat, lifting her hips a fraction and moving them in wide circles. God— the pressure was only getting worse, nothing seemed to help. 

“Mm—no, no blanket… don’t want anything touching my skin right now…” she mumbled, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the movement of her hips, not fully recognising what or why she was doing it, her body unconsciously helping to bring the head down a fraction more. 

“I’d rather not be wearing anything at all… but the poor McDonald’s staff would get a f-fright when you wind down the w-w-windows…” Stacey laughed through a drawn out exhale, her breathing becoming deeper and more concentrated. 

“Being naked in this van is how we got into this situation in the first place honey.” Carter said, fondly recalling that night. “And besides, tinted windows are a wonder. I’ll help you strip as soon as we have the order. At least get your shirt off so you can cool down.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead anticipating pulling forward. Carter muttered under his breath as they finally pulled forward. The minivan moved, his window rolling down as it did.

“Welcome to McDonalds what can I get for you today?” The employee asked, the sound loud and shrill through the speakers.

“Hey, can I get a Big Mac meal? Triple the pickles and add a sweet tea.”

While Carter started ordering through the intercom Stacey took his advice and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and throwing it over her shoulder into the backseat. It felt like her skin was on fire, every pore too hot, too sensitive. In just her comfy, well worn, maternity bra and leggings, she closed her eyes and rocked forward and back on the seat. Her focus moved inward, tuning out the conversation happening out the driver's side window.  

“I’m sorry sir but we are out of tea.”

Carter sighed. “Of course you are.” The loudness making his ears ring. “What about a milkshake then? Strawberry.”

“Our ice cream machine is broken…”

As if waiting for him, Carter spotted a customer walking out of the McDonalds with an ice cream cone.

“There’s literally someone in the parking lot with an ice cream!”

“Don’t know what to tell you, you can't get ice cream.”

“Jesus fuckin… then a Diet Coke.”

Another contraction. Another spike of that tight unyielding pressure thundering down between her hips. She gasped for air. It was too strong, too forceful, never ending. Stacey’s legs parted and she bent forward, bracing against the dashboard, her full and firm womb hanging low between her spread thighs. She’d been so focused on her food, on those glorious damn pickles, and yet there was no denying this contraction meant business. Before her brain had time to recognise what she was feeling, her muscles were clamping down and squeezing around the large mass in her pelvis. Unconsciously and automatically pushing. 

“Ok I have a Big Mac meal, no pickles, and a Diet Coke to drink. Is that all?”

“No, I said extra pickles.” Carter's frustration was palpable. “Miss, it isn’t that hard. Big Mac, extra pickles.”

“You can lose the attitude, mister.” 

“Just tell me what I owe.” Carter fumed. He was so done with the bullshit. 

“$17.85 at the second window.”

“Whatever.” He muttered, turning his attention back to the line in front of him.

Stacey’s hand suddenly gripped the door handle, the other pressing into the seat to angle her hips up. Gasping a deep ragged breath, her body bore down uncontrollably once more. 

Carter started to pull forward, turning to his wife to go off about the terrible customer service when he saw Stacey’s face. The movements and breathing were so familiar to all the other births, and that didn’t bode well.

“Stace? Baby are you pushing?” He asked, his tone slowly shifting into panic. Her womb visibly shrunk, the outline of her uterus clear as day as the most intense contraction he’d seen yet came over her. “Nonono, Stacey are you pushing?!”

The grunt of effort echoed around the car, her knees wide and shaking. “Nnnnghh!!! Can’t— can’t help it— oh fuck—”

Stacey released the push, slumping back into her seat and pulling in lungfuls of air after her sudden bout of pushing. 

“I… I couldn’t stop it…. Oh Carter…. I think this baby has finally decided it’s time…” 

“What?!” Carter was clearly in a full on panic now. He laid on the horn to the minivan, its effect useless against the congested line of cars waiting for food. All it did was create more frustration among the other patrons. Car horns echoed, though not for the same reason as him. “Stacey I forbid you to give birth in the McDonalds drive-thru!” He twisted the steering wheel, as if he wasn’t boxed in by a building on one side and a cement wall on the other. 

“You think I want to be doing this here?!?!” Stacey snapped back, both hands splayed across her belly as she glared at her husband. “Hooooo— I don’t want to g-give birth in a drive-thru either—”

Shouting could be heard beyond the car doors, patrons getting angry and irate over the queue they were all stuck in. Drivers hanging out windows and swearing at each other. Stacey meanwhile was panting, rocking forward and back instinctively, her maternity bra already failing to contain the milk leaking from her nipples. 

“Mmmmgh… no… not another one…. Oh ohhhh I need to push a-again…” 

“Shit, shit shit no you don’t. Stacey y-you don't need to push!” Carter looked over at her, eyes wide. Her legs were as spread as they could be, her knees pressing against the center console and the door. “We just have to get out of here, hospitals only ten minutes away.” Carter put a hand on her belly, feeling what could only be described as a flesh boulder from how hard it was. He could smell her amniotic fluid, the steady leak that came after her water had broken at home seeming to grow in its speed of expulsion. 

Carter stuck his head out the window, five cars before they got to the window where they pay, and another three to the pickup. Behind them the cars were stacked all the way to the street and beyond. They were trapped. 

The urge to bear down was all consuming, her body acting on its own familial instinct. With Carter’s hand on her bare belly, her own hand rose up and gripped around his bicep, pulling down and squeezing tight as her inner walls automatically pushed. Carter got yanked closer to her labouring body, awkwardly leaning over the centre console as she held onto him for dear life. Stacey tried to pant through the urges, resisting as much as possible, but the low rumbling grunts in his ear gave away each time her resolve broke. 

“Uhhhh— I think I can feel the head—” she gasped, the contraction reaching its peak and rattling a strained moan from deep in her chest. 

Two pushes… it had only taken two pushes and their overdue baby was already past her cervix and now stretching the birth canal wide. Every nerve ending in her body felt like pins and needles, the heavy impending weight of their child getting closer and closer towards her lower lips. 

Stacey was not a weak woman, during the birth of their first child she’d broken two of Carter's fingers thanks to a failed epidural injection. The grip on his arm was tight, and gave him a direct reference to just how intense the contractions were. He was already frantic, unable to get them where they needed to be, but now it was even worse since the head was descending.

“Dammit.” The curse sourced from deep inside. “Stacey…” Already being forced to lean, he brought his other hand around to her. Her overhanging belly made it difficult to see, but there was a creeping dark spot between her legs. How close was she? He reached, afraid of what he’d find. Her leggings may have been soiled, but there was no baby. “Try holding your breath or something. We're so close!” A bald faced lie, it was going to be at least thirty minutes before they got out of there and he knew it. But he had to try. 

She couldn’t help but scoff at the ridiculous suggestion, as if that would even remotely work. “C-Carter- if I hold my breath- I’ll end up pushing this baby out in seconds— hooooo— oh god there’s so much pressure—” 

Stacey clenched her hands into tight fits, rapidly breathing as another wave of tightness rippled across her full belly. “How the fuck did this progress so fast?… ohhhhh— I blame you— four kids! Four kids!!” 

It seemed that with each new addition to their family, the delivery of their child would take less and less time. The labours were still unpredictable, but when it came to transition and beyond, Stacey’s body knew all too well what was required. Their first she had been pushing for over three hours, but their third was born within 45 minutes of that first push. It was rapidly seeming like their fourth child wanted to beat that record. 

A space appeared in front of the minivan, the cars moving up one space. Carter put the car in gear and inched along the tarmac and pulled to another stop, his eyes barely leaving her. Stacey groaned, long and low, feeling her body bearing down even when she was actively trying to hold back. 

He was forced to adjust in his seat. Carter ignored how his wife’s moans made him feel. Today was not the day for them to get intimate during a birth. They’d done that with their second, enjoying a home birth with just the two of them while her mother watched their eldest. He loved his wife, loved her body no matter the shape, and she knew just how to work him up just as he did for her.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Uhh…” Carter looked in the back seat, the hospital bag sat next to the car seat and a spare duffel. He reached in, taking one of the towels out. Carter was thinking they may be able to block the baby coming, delay the inevitable by just a bit. “Breathe through them so you don’t push, like opposite Lamaze.” It sounded more idiotic out loud than it did in his head. “We should have gone for overalls…” 

It was like trying to breathe underwater, or to swim through quicksand - not pushing was impossible. “Ughhhhh— those overalls— stopped fitting me at 7 months—” Stacey grunted out, unable to stop the way her muscles clenched downwards around the baby in her pelvis. She owned a pair of grey overalls covered with a bright pattern of sunflowers. Carter always said she was glowing and blossoming whenever she wore it, but her large round baby bump managed to outgrow her husband’s favourite garment this time around. Even though it was maternity wear. 

Stacey hissed through her teeth, pushing once more and her left knee twitched up in the air unconsciously trying to make space between her hips. She only noticed when Carter’s hand squeezed her leg and moved it back down, sending a jolt of pressure back up into her pelvis. 

“No…. No… I need to…. Oh I wanna push….” The whine of desperation laced her words. His hands travelled up her thighs, guiding them closer together and she whimpered. 

“D-distract m-me— please—” she whispered breathlessly. 

That whine, oh God her voice was angelic even in desperation. Carter tried to think, there wasn’t anything here to use. Usually he’d hand her one of their other kids. They loved when their mommy told them about the new sibling that was coming. Without any options, he did the last thing he could think of. He shifted the car into park, the tinted windows up and preventing any wayward eyes from spotting what was happening. He moved his hand, pressing it between her shaking thighs as he leaned in close, whispering in her ear.

“I don’t have anything else I can do.” He said, his voice soft like a lovers. Carters lips met her cheek, silently praying that this would either distract her enough to stop pushing, or just give her a moments reprieve. “But maybe a little reenactment?” He whispered. “Of what led to this…” His fingers explored between her thighs while his other hand remained on her womb.

A soft shuddering moan left Stacey’s mouth, her hips bucking up to greet his palm. “Oh darling…. the baby’s right there…. so close…. I feel…. Ohhhh I feel so full…!” 

The brush of his lips against her cheek, the stubble deliciously scratching her over sensitive skin. Something new was coiling inside of her, mixing with the pressure of their fourth baby nudging down towards her entrance. “I-I’m bulging, aren’t I?…” she whispered. Turning her head, her loose hair stuck to the sweat on her neck and face, turning to face her husband whose nose was almost touching her own. Her chest hitched, chin tilting up, and Stacey kissed him deeply. Focusing her mind on the feel of his body against hers. 

“Not yet.” He breathed into her lips, his ring and middle fingers pressing a little harder into the fabric covering her womanhood. “But you will soon.” He felt his basketball shorts give under the pressure as his new method of distraction took effect on him. With a deftness to contradict the panicking man he was moments ago, he unbuckled his seatbelt, planting his knee on his seat as he half climbed to get better access. Memories of their session making love in the car flashed through his mind.

“I love that you keep giving us children.” His breathing hitched, and the temptation to lean her seat back grew exponentially.

“Oooohh—yes…. You k-keep making me… so big and round… fuck… so full of your children—” Stacey gasped, the urge to push returning and she started to pant heavily. 

Though Carter’s actions were very successful in their distraction technique, it didn’t put a stop to the natural urges of her body. Stacey’s legs parted again, her crotch grinding against his firm palm as she grunted another push. There was less effort behind the push than before, the pleasure occupying at least part of her bodily functions. 

The growl of desire that croaked from her husband matched the increase in pressure she was feeling inside of her vaginal walls, knowing there was now external signs of their impending child. 

“Oh the things I’d do to you.” He purred, his voice strained from the desire he couldn’t release. “If you weren’t in labor.” His fingers and palm met a force, and he grinned. They are stuck, there’s no hope of the hospital, no chance for help. This birth was just them and he would make it work. “There’s something down there, Stace.” He said, his hips making a subtle gesture as if he really was trying to give her another child. “Are you pushing again?” The world was forgotten around them, Carter not even realizing that the car in front had moved. 

The hand on her belly moved, coming up to cup her breast. The maternity bra may be absorbent, but even it had its limits. He squeezed, letting out a satisfied groan as her milk ran over his hand through the soaked fabric. He wanted her, more than anything. What started as him trying to help her was quickly shifting to a mutual need to get off. Carter lifted his leg, placing a foot between hers. His other knee remained on his seat, yet now he looked like he was ready to mount her. Carter didn’t though, instead continuing to rub his hand harder into her crotch, all the while feeling his own tighten beneath the elastic of his shorts. 

Licking her dry lips Stacey nodded, further confirmation of her pushing was echoed by the low rumbling sound she made. 

“…ooff… the urge to pppush…. is so s-strong…” she grunted, spreading her legs so wide in the passenger seat her knees hit the door. She gripped the door handle with one hand, her other reaching out to brace against his thigh above the knee that was pressed into his seat. Her eyes spotted the familiar tenting of his basketball shorts but she was too busy holding back her pushes to show her mischievous grin. 

“Mmmmgh… so heavy… so b-big… can you feel anything— what can you feel babe—?” 

She was practically squirming in their minivan, bare gravid belly on full display, tits leaking, while the pressure between her legs made her eyes roll and her head jolt back against the headrest. 

“I can feel you stretching Stacey.” His voice was velvet smooth. “Our baby is coming faster now that you’re… excited.” The last word was a gasp, his arousal reaching its peak as he watched his wife press back into the seat. The opening was taken, and he leaned in, his hot breath on her neck as he planted kiss after kiss. Fingers continued their work, while the hand on her breast unlatched the flap to free it. Between his index finger and thumb, he teased her nipple, knowing from the past that stimulation alone would help.

“I think.” He said, the kissing now up to her jawline. Stacey’s sweat was intoxicating to her husband, each time his lips planted against her skin he felt like he needed to do it a dozen more times to be satisfied fully. “We need to go for number five.” He finished, an audible groan deep in his chest. Her opening put pressure against his hand again, and he grinned, their baby was trying to come again.

Stacey shuddered beneath him, spread wide and open on the passenger seat of their car, stuck in the drive-thru queue. The way Carter rolled her engorged nipples between his fingers had her trembling, her arousal skyrocketing to the same levels as the desire to birth. The baby was so low… heavy, overdue and oh so close. Beneath her leggings she could feel her body pulsing, the steady slow parting happening inside her underwear. She couldn’t move, helpless under her husband with his hand firm against her crotch and peppering her body with desperate kisses. She panted heavily, riding out the waves of the contractions and embracing the pleasure building inside her body. 

“Ohhhh C-C-Carter— I wanna p-push—” she moaned. Stacey squeezed her thighs slightly around his hand, the act of closing her hips just a fraction increasing the strength of those ancient urges. Gasping, she almost revelled in the need to push without indulging. 

Carter hummed, her thighs tightening around his grip an all too familiar scenario. His rubbing became more intentional, taking on a pattern as he traced her bulging opening. He couldn’t stop himself from removing a hand from her breast to adjust his shorts, the pressure of the tenting fabric intense to the point of discomfort. Just as quickly, that same hand came to her neck, his palm gently pulling her off the headrest so he could bury his face in her collar more easily. 

“Push for me.” He said, his voice barely a whisper. “But… not too much.” As he spoke, his fingers slowed to make an agonizingly long stroke across her crotch, his own pleasure at teasing her making him moan into her skin. “Only a little push, enough to feel you opening up…”

Stacey nearly climaxed at his words alone. 

Gasping for breath her hands found his shoulders, hooking over her long nails as her belly squeezed with such force it shrunk in towards her spine. Carter’s stubble scratched her neck, sending shivers up her spine, his palm firm against her swollen womanhood while his fingers teased through the damp fabric. Baring her teeth, she finally submitted to the urge, intentionally pushing down down down. 

A strained groan rose up from her chest, quiet but full of effort. The baby moved, her body easily falling into the rhythm of childbirth. It had only taken two involuntary pushes for the babe to breach her cervix, but now, with its firm roundness pressing from the inside against her labia, she began to feel the true impact of being heavily overdue. 

“That’s my girl.” He said, cupping her crotch in his palm. Carters desires momentarily took over, and he pulled down his shorts just enough to allow some freedom. Even if the windows didn’t have a tint, he didn’t care. This moment was too magical and he needed to be unrestricted. His hand shifted between her legs, contorting so it made as much contact as possible. He rubbed up, and down, all the while he pulled her in for another kiss. His body was close enough now that she could smell him easily, that scent he left in their room every time they went at it filling her nose.

Drawn in like a moth to a flame Stacey arched up, her mouth open and ravenous. Their tongues were soon dancing, passionate and feral, his hand on her bulging entrance while her nails clawed into his back. She could feel his arousal, throbbing and hard, pressing against the curve of her full and swollen womb. 

The praise he’d gruffed into her ear when she had pushed on command was intoxicating. When her belly clamped up again with another contraction she tried to hold back, to wait, but the force was too strong and she found herself growling a grunt into his mouth when she pushed. 

“Pushing again?” He asked, smiling on her lips. “And without, mm, permission?” Carter was lost to it, he let go of her breast, needing something to use to catch his release. The back seat still had the bag, but all those were clean clothes meant for Stacey to leave the hospital. He found the next best thing, her discarded shirt she’d thrown during his attempt at ordering her food. As much as he despised not being able to use both hands to attend to her, he had his own needs as well, letting his grip tighten as stroked his now shirt wrapped erection. 

The hand that stayed between Stacey’s legs held firm, letting her push against it for just a fraction of a second before he allowed her to make progress. It was good that he kept himself in shape as his body leaned over hers, both hands doing all the work to give a mutual satisfaction.

Stacey moaned in satisfaction as Carter allowed for the tiniest amount of progress to be made from her push. It wasn’t much, but by god she would take it. The baby was coming so fast, she assumed he was keeping his palm firm over her crotch to ensure she didn’t tear. But then he grabbed her discarded shirt, bunching up the fabric and burying his dick inside. It seemed his steadfast palm had ulterior motives. 

Under the layers of clothing and her husband's palm Stacey was sure the baby wasn’t even close to crowning yet. The head felt huge and still very much filling her vagina. Somehow she lifted her legs off the seat, bending her knees around either side of Carter’s leg that was in her footwell, and pressing her feet against the dashboard. 

“Oooooohhh… ohhhhhhh… it’s so big Carter— why do you always give me— fuck— huge babies—?” 

“Because I love, mmph, you.” His pace altered depending on the sounds and motions his wife made. He exhaled, ecstasy pouring forth as he fulfilled his needs while pleasing hers. They’d discussed the idea of this, once, in passing. Yet to have it truly coming to fruition was such a turn of events that he was lost in lust for his wife and loving it.

“N-next time…” Carter groaned and increased his speed. “I’m going to give you twins.” 

Stacey couldn’t respond, barely able to moan, her body so tight and stretched and full! Her ass moved right to the edge of the seat, her bent knees up almost to her swollen midriff. A ragged sound of air being pulled into her lungs a split second before she went completely silent. The rouge of her cheeks, puffed out, showed her holding her breath - pushing hard. 

Every fibre of her being was focused down, grinding and pushing against her husband’s large hand that stayed between her legs even after she moved. The pressure, that delicious overwhelming all consuming pressure. Wanting so desperately to push but making no progress was only adding fuel to the fire of her desire. The low straining sound gravelled inside the car as she released the push, gasping for air with a husky moan. 

“Wha— what can you feel now C-Carter—?” She asked with a smirk as she tried to catch her breath. 

“I-I feel… close.” He groaned, unable to hide the trembling in his voice. Holding her crotch as it pushed out made him unable to resist increasing the tempo. The baby’s head was large, his entire palm filled purely from how baby number four pressed against the inside of her lips. Carter released a moan. “They’re right there baby.” He said, planting another kiss, this one directly on her lips and filled with the same passion used to get her pregnant. 

“You’re doing so good, s-so good.” As much as he wished he could hold her cheek as he encouraged her, he was far to occupied with both hands to do so.

“Yes….” Stacey moaned, arching her back so her head pressed into the seat and her crotch sank onto Carter’s hand. “…yes… so good… so fucking full…” 

This was simultaneously the craziest but hottest births they had ever had. Stacey felt like she was on a cliff edge; the baby’s presence was irrefutable right behind her slightly stretched lips, while the feel of his hand between her legs, his cologne, his growling voice as he got closer to release - it made her inner muscles squeeze for different reasons. Her eyes flew open at the realisation she was close to orgasming. 

“B-babe— we’re not— gonna make it out of this line— without a baby in my arms— you know that right?” Stacey panted, barely able to form words through the constant (and unproductive) pushes and the steadily increasing arousal pulsing through her veins. 

“I know.” Carter may have been aroused beyond reason, but he was no stranger to this situation. The baby was coming, and they wouldn’t stop it. The only part of this under their control was whether or not they would enjoy this ordeal. Carter knew he would, as odd as it was. And he was prepared to make sure his wife enjoyed it too. 

“But we won’t have them yet.” A wolf ish grin formed even as he strained to keep his climax delayed. “Not till you are satisfied.” As he spoke, his palm pressed just a little harder. Stacey’s hips were shifting, something he knew well from their bedroom activities. His wife had tells, a quiver of the lower lip, a slight flex of her fingers, a particular cooing sound when the cliff to unimaginable ecstasy was about to be plunged over. All of these he had memorized, and all of them he’d seen in the last few minutes.

“Do you want to push?” He groaned, his body getting closer to hers.

The squeak of Stacey’s voice disclosed just how close she was as Carter’s palm pressed a fraction towards her core. Her whole body tensed and shuddered, so close, so damn close. 

“God, yes!” Stacey gasped. “Wanna push so badly…. N-n-need to push….” 

She was being squeezed from all angles; her inner muscles working on an instinctual level to move the baby out of her body, while Carter’s hand pressed equally upwards against the ancient force. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, stuck on the edge of both climaxing and birthing. But they both knew if the crown got too far, beyond the point of no return, then any pleasure would be lost to delivering the child. 

So her husband kept her where she needed to be. 

“Good girl.” Carter held firm. “You can push again.” His husky voice brushed her skin. His hand remained, and as if to give her encouragement, he pressed just a little harder, the sound his wife made making him shudder. Outside their minivan he could hear people honking, that was an afterthought though as his body continued to sync with his wife’s pleasure. Carter kissed her neck, and breathed. “Push for me.”

Stacey’s hands clawed across Carter’s back, every breath she took was ragged and shaken. The second his lips brushed her neck her body responded, arching her spine and sinking down onto his palm giving an almighty push. Her teeth were bared and nails were sharp, lost to the satisfaction of pushing, of feeling that immense pressure shifting down. 

“Ughh— ohhh god—” she moaned between husky grunts of effort. Pushing felt so good, so right, and with each millimetre of progress the baby’s head pressed perfectly against her partially parted opening. 

She looked at her husband with wide, feral eyes, smirking before burying her face in his neck and inhaling deeply. Grunting again against his sweaty skin, his hand moving rapidly beside her bump, working himself further into a frenzy. 

“I’m— I’m— getting c-c-close—” Stacey gasped, nearly sinking her teeth into his neck. 

Hearing her say that always made him turn feral. Carter let his grip on her crotch falter, their baby finding its opportunity to escape. He knew exactly what he was doing, and by the breathing Stacey had just started, she knew too. The progress made was miniscule, yet its effect on both of them was monumental. Stacey’s body needed to push, even without the contractions to aid he felt his wife tensing involuntarily. Good. He wanted her effort to add to the bliss. 

The head moved, her leggings soaked with fluids both amniotic and sexual bulging more and more. Just as Stacey’s effort reached its maximum, he replaced his hand, giving her a firm barrier to work against. Carter moaned aloud, already leaking from his own tip thanks to how unconventionally attractive his wife was right in that moment. He pressed a little harder, and in the process, reversed some progress.

That barrier, the pressure moving backwards, had Stacey’s eyes rolling. She let out a strained cry, of both pleasure and pain. 

“Nnnghh—fuck Carter—!” 

She could barely see, barely even knew where she was, consumed by the stretch happening under her knickers between her legs. Her body pushed, hungry for more progress, but was met only with restriction. Growling against the firm hand of her husband, Stacey’s nails curled over his shoulders into his skin, grunting as she bore down once more. She simply had to push, it was as vital as breathing right now. She needed to push, she needed to crown, she needed to come… 

There was nothing more to be done. Carter felt his body begin to sieze, his control no longer able to stop what was needed. Stacey’s pushing, her groans and moans finally made him crest that edge. He let go of her crotch mid push, letting her finally release all that pressure in one monumental effort. Carters back arched, finishing into the shirt he’d been using to catch anything that leaked. He gasped into his wife’s neck. And his hand that had been on her up to this point wrapped around her shoulders to pull her closer.

The sound that came out of Stacey’s mouth was unlike any noise she’d made before. The feeling of being able to push freely without restriction combined with the pure pleasure of her husband's hands and scent resulted in a growling cry of painful ecstasy. 

Along with giving an almighty push, Stacey had reached her peak and the orgasm carried the baby’s head the rest of the way until it was stretching her wide wide open. She knew she was fully crowning, the burning of her lower lips was familiar, but still riding the high of her orgasm it was more of a powerful burning tingling sensation. Gasping for breath against Carter’s sweating and shaking skin, Stacey licked her dry lips. 

“It’s— it’s right there— right fucking there—” her voice barely a whisper, cracked with post orgasm exhaustion. 

“They’re close.” He said, a throaty chuckle coming with his subsiding euphoric bliss. He managed to sit back in his seat after planting a kiss on Stacey’s lips. His body continued its release into the shirt, taking a minute to empty all he had. He quickly cleaned himself up, tucking his now softened member back into his shorts only to realize the way ahead was cleared. At least it almost was. Carter glanced over, the bulge in Stacey’s leggings more pronounced than ever.

“Good job baby.” He said, shifting into drive. They had only one customer in front of them now before the window where they paid. “Try to hold off a little longer. Just until I pay.” After what could only be described as the best few minutes of their sex life, Carter shifted easily back into the role of supportive husband and father. His hand felt around her exposed womb, then slid down. “Shit, the baby really is crowning.”

“Mmmhh… I know—I can feel it…. Hooooo… fuck it’s huge…. I— I can’t— ooof—” Stacey grunted, trying to push again, to deliver the head past its widest point, but without a contraction there was no progress to be made. Her body was coming down from its high, the orgasm fading and her muscles softening, and she slumped back exhausted into the cushion of the passenger seat. 

She wanted to speak, to tell her husband how close the baby was to coming out, to explain how she couldn’t push so soon after that orgasm, but the fullness and stretch of her womanhood took away any ability to speak. Stacey could only pant, holding her legs wide apart around the fully crowning head, struggling through the burning intensity waiting for the next contraction.  

The car in front was at the window to pay, its driver hanging out their arm to tap their contactless payment. Then brake lights appeared, the car in front moved on creating a clear space ahead, and Stacey looked towards her husband with half-lidded eyes. She didn’t want the staff to know, or to see, what was happening inside their car. Giving birth to their children was always an intimate affair and they didn’t want to widen that net to include the young staff at the McDonald’s drive-thru. 

“You’re doing great honey, fucking amazing. But I need you to hold back a little for me now. Just while we’re at the next window. If anyone notices you giving birth, someone’s gonna call an ambulance and I wanna be the one to catch this one.” Carter smirked, putting the car into drive and gently stroking the side of Stacey’s cheek. “Can you do that for me?” 

Stacey nodded, her hands splayed under her belly, legs wide apart around the fully crowning child between her thighs. Carter rubbed her belly before moving the van slowly to the first window. 

Carter rolled to the window, pulling cash out of his wallet in the process.

“Big Mac meal, extra pickles on the side, and a sweet tea.” The cashier said, not even looking in their direction. “$17.85.”

Carter wanted to cuss out the obnoxious teen for somehow screwing up the order even more than before, but Stacey’s grip on his arm held him back. Not to mention his all too recent release of pent up pressure kept him far more relaxed. He handed the $20 bill to the worker, who scoffed under her breath. 

“$1.15 is your change.” For the first time, the worker looked at them.

Stacey was beyond overwhelmed; her nerves were on fire, skin stretched thin around the large overdue baby trying to escape her womb. Luckily she was half out of eyesight from the teenager working at the Drive-Thru, though the fact she was wearing just a maternity bra and her gravid belly on show no doubt caused the raised eyebrows of the young girl. 

She felt her belly contract, harshly and forcefully trying to move the baby further out. Carter’s hand had been keeping it at bay but now he was busy, collecting their change. She had to push, there was simply no holding it back. So she did the only thing she could, her hand disappeared between her thighs and cupped the head bulging into her leggings. Tilting forward a fraction, sitting on her hand, she grunted under her breath - not loud enough to be heard outside the car but the sound still evidence of the instinctual effort to give birth. Pushing over and over against her own palm, Stacey’s teeth were bared, hissing slightly, trying not to cause any alarm from anyone who could see through the open window. 

Carter took the change without comment. The car shifted, and they rolled forward a bit.

”I know that sound hon.” He turned to his wife. The way she was leaning, the hand firmly pressing between her legs. “If you need to, it's ok to let yourself make a little progress.” Thanks to her position, he had access to her lower back. His hand found it, pressing hard into the position. “Just don’t push too much. One more window to go through.” Same as before, they couldn’t let the employees know that she was in labor, that beneath the fabric of her leggings a baby was actively trying to come. “How does it feel?” 

“Mmmmmmgh!— if I p-progress any—anymore this head is gonna come shooting out…” Stacey hummed, rocking on her palm as her husband pressed into the very base of her spine. "It's already out so far… unhh… the whole c-crown of their h-head.” 

Sitting forward was going against every natural instinct in her body, actively preventing her body from delivering the baby as it so desperately wanted. And yet that fullness, that stretch, after what she and Carter had just participated in… well, she wasn’t quite ready to give it up yet. If she could help it. 

Her husband had put on the brake as soon as they’d rolled forward in the drive-thru line and mercifully there were no windows in the restaurant either side of their car. Allowing them some privacy. If only for a short while. There were still three cars between them and the collection window, the food it seemed was being prepared agonisingly slowly. 

“Ooooh… Carter….” Stacey gravelled out, legs parting unconsciously wider on the passenger seat. “Baby is coming soon… one push… one push and their head will be outta me… what…. nnnghh… what do I do-?” 

Carter thought for a moment, letting his hand continue its rubbing while the other moved to her womb. The baby certainly was coming, and there was no more delaying. If he was honest with himself, he could go again, like before, but Carter didn’t do those things unless he knew she got to enjoy them as well. Still, it didn’t prevent him from admiring yet again the miracle his wife was performing, the way her legs were spreading. Carter fought to keep his focus even as he thought more about her.

“Breathe.” He said, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek. “The head needs to stay until we have your burger. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

Stacey’s free hand went to Carter’s cheek as he leant over, their cheeks pressed against each other, her nostrils flared as she inhaled the comforting aroma of her husband. “I’ll t-try…. Hooooo…” her words were heavy and laboured, barely able to hold it together through the overwhelming intensity of a fully crowning baby in her underwear. 

Two contractions… Stacey only lasted two contractions during which she had resorted to grunting against both her hand and the passenger seat cushions trying desperately hard to contain the inevitable. But whether she wanted to or not, her body was pushing. She could feel how her inner muscles were clenching around the baby nestled in her birth canal, squeezing downwards in their attempts to expel their fourth child. 

“I— I can’t do it C-Carter—” she growled, shifting back into the depths of the passenger seat and tilting her hips to face the windscreen. As she moved her hands let go of where they’d been clamped against her womanhood, one reaching behind to grab the headrest while the other clung to the doorhandle. “I- I have to push— I can’t take it anymore— baby wants outtttttt—nnnnnghhh!!” Stacey’s sentence ended with the lowing sound of pure primal effort as she gave an almighty push right then and there. It didn’t matter that there was still one car in front of them waiting on their food, it didn’t matter they would soon be approaching the next window. The agonisingly delicious stretch was making her shake head to toe, the head on the very cusp of being born there was only one option. To push. 

Carter turned just in time to see his wife bury her chin into her sternum. In reality, he knew that she never was going to hold the baby in longer than she’d already done. Pride swelled within his chest, his wife, the love of his life, doing something he couldn’t ever dream of managing in her position. He embraced Stacey, and found himself also reaching between her legs. He’d just managed to touch his fingers to the barrier blocking their baby when his wife’s grunting evolved into a sudden gasp. The baby surged forward, her leggings’ elasticity permitting the head to eject fully. With it came more amniotic fluids, soaking Carter's hand.

“Good girl.” He said, his voice full of a pride he’d felt every time Stacey delivered one of their children. Each breath she took now only further shifted her womb, her chest heaved, the beads of sweat more like consistent streams after so much time. “You’re doing good.” Carter kissed her again, keeping his hand on the baby’s head between her forced apart thighs.

When the head burst free Stacey shuddered and released a perfectly beautiful gravelled moan of relief. The head was out. The stretch and burning and fullness gone in the blink of an eye and she slumped into her husband's embrace, panting to catch her breath back. 

“S-sorry… I couldn’t hold it any longer…” she croaked against his neck. Carter’s hand was possessively and protectively between her spread thighs, cradling the head of their child through the sodden jersey fabric of her black leggings. 

Stacey felt utterly spent already and she was only part of the way through giving birth. After a lengthy labour, their sexual escapades in the car, and fighting her body’s instincts to push for the last half hour or so while stuck in this drive-thru, Stacey could barely keep her eyes open. The relief of delivering the wide dome of their overdue baby pumping endorphins through her veins, nothing else mattered. 

Then the shrill beeping of the car behind them snapped the parents from their trance. The space had opened up in front, there was no one left in the line, they were next to collect their food. Finally. But there was a baby half-born in her trousers. Turning to her husband, still breathing heavily, Stacey said “Be quick hun, I don't know how long we’ve got before the rest of this little rascal decides to come out…” 

“Good.” Carter grinned. “We’ve been waiting for long enough to hold this one baby.” The minivan moved, Carter didn’t want to take his focus away from his wife, but he had to. If ever this woman deserved her hamburger, it was after this. His right hand remained touching her, gliding across her exposed flesh only to sink between her legs. Carter wanted to keep it there, to know his baby was safe.

The employee working the window was as young as the last, but this one was a teenage guy, and far more chipper. 

“Hiya! It was a Big Mac meal right?” He asked. The teen proceeded to read off the receipt, making certain it was all correct. “Oh, shoot I forgot to make your drink. Don’t worry it’ll just take a minute.” He said, then walked off towards the drink dispenser.

As the employee disappeared from view to make the drink Stacey began to pant and hum. Her hands stayed in place, one behind her head gripping the headrest, the other was shaking as she squeezed the door handle with ghost-white knuckles. The contractions had returned, her reprieve short-lived. 

“Mmmmmghhh…. Ooooohhhhhh… shoulders…..” was all Stacey could manage as she fought the urge to bear down. Each breath was desperate, each sound was low and ragged. The baby was so fucking close it was almost laughable. Stuck in a drive-thru, her husband cradling the baby’s head that was trapped behind the gusset of her panties. Every muscle in her womb squeezed aggressively and she had no strength left to fight it. Exposing her teeth Stacey hissed a breath and pushed without any semblance of control. Any fucks she had left to give were long gone, the baby wanted out and damn it she wanted to hold her child. 

But as she pushed she felt Carter’s hand remain firm between her thighs. A gentle upwards pressure countering any efforts she made, keeping their baby’s shoulders pressed right up against her swollen sensitive opening. Stacey pushed again, more forcefully, grunting this time with effort and grateful the employee had vacated the vicinity of the open window. 

“Patience sweetie.” Her husband purred, adjusting his hand discreetly but keeping that steady pressure up against her body. “We’re almost there.” 

The desperation took over all thoughts and Stacey gulped a deep breath, pushing once more in the vein hope she could succeed. Carter countered this move with one of his own. Somehow his thumb moved over the roundness bulging her leggings and with perfect precision pressed against her clit. Stacey gasped, jolting as if electrocuted, and the sheer shock of the painfully exquisite contact had stopped her pushing. 

“Good.” He whispered, pressing a little more into that sweet spot. “I knew that would get your attention.” Carters voice dropped into that gravelly tone he often adopted when they became intimate. As gentle a man as he was, when he wanted to be, he could take control of their pleasures. His palm felt the weight as their baby tried again to eject, but he didn’t let it budge. His thumb caressed her, using his thumbnail to flick just a little. He met her eyes, a wry smile on his face. “Be patient…”

“Alright! Sorry about that.” The worker had returned, missing what just transpired between the couple. “So got your drink here…” He handed it over to Carter, who took all the items without removing his grip between his wife’s thighs. All the while, he continued to tease, playing with her body in that way he knew she loved, and by the way he had to adjust his own seating, he was enjoying it too. Carter always was quick to recharge.

“Perfect, thank you.” He told the teen, smiling.

“Of course! Oh, and congratulations to you both as well.” He said, gesturing to Stacey’s belly, still cheerful and oblivious.

“We appreciate that.” As he said the words, just to add that extra little deviousness, he flicked his thumb back and forward to see if Stacey could manage to keep it hidden.

Clamping her mouth shut did nothing to hide the involuntary squeak Stacey made at Carter’s devilish movement. The whirlwind of overwhelming sensations made her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head. The pressure, the stretch, the fullness… and now pleasure. The poor woman was overloaded and barely keeping it together. The flicking of her clit made her inner muscles clench and before she knew it she was pushing once more with reckless abandon. 

Carter had their brown paper bag of food on his lap as he put the car into drive and wound the window up, their mini-van slowly creeping along the narrow path out of the drive-thru lane. All the while his right hand stayed firm between her thighs. 

Stacey whimpered, trying and failing to lift her legs to create more room but her hands were busy gripping the door and headrest to hold her heavy exhausted thighs in the air. “P-please babe… I wanna push…. I need to p-push….” 

The path ahead was clear, they could go, he could drive to the hospital now that they’d gotten her burger. It was just a matter of making a left turn and going. But, he didn’t do that. Carter turned the wheel to the right, keeping that pressure consistent between her legs. The hospital wasn’t happening. This moment, it was theirs. Carter drove, the small shopping centers road leading to another parking lot next to the McDonalds. No one was here, the building standing in the center was in the middle of construction and far from being completed. They were alone, all alone. He ensured that nobody from the road or the restaurant could see. To them, it would seem like a couple looking for a private spot to eat.

“Hmm.” Carter hummed. He sat the bag on the dashboard, turning to face his wife. With a quick movement, the hand cupping her was switched, his thumb rapidly replaced to keep that stimulation constant. “I don’t know if you should push Stacey.” As he spoke, he leaned in close. “I think, you should hold off.”

“Wha—?” Stacey gasped, a croaked noise of tortured pleasure escaping her mouth. 

As Carter’s thumb continued its gentle but purposeful circling, Stacey’s body reacted of its own accord, arching her spine right off the chair. The exquisite arousal came crashing to the surface joining her very desperate need to birth, both the sensations fighting for dominance through her body. The overdue baby was right there, the head between her legs while the body took all the space inside, filling her birth canal. Stacey moaned, low and desperate, shuddering as her body fought two primal urgent desires. 

Her legs were spread as wide as they could go in the passenger seat, pressed against the door and centre console and still it wasn’t enough. Their child was huge. She needed more space, more room, she needed to push, she needed to come… she needed… she needed…

“C-Carter— ohhhhh god—” Stacey gasped, every cell in her body trembling on the precipice of something incredible. 

“Yes dear?” Carter asked, already feeling himself grow aroused. He always was feral for his wife, hence why they were actively delivering baby number four. But here, something about today, the utter attraction he had for her in this state was another level of need. His assault on his wife’s clit slowed, not wanting her to fall too deeply into that bliss before he allowed it. Eyes wandered, looking at her milk filled breasts. The maternity bra wasn’t quite like the more flimsy lace bras she wore on their date nights, but he knew just how to work these clasps. 

He slipped his hand behind her back, and with an expert flick of the wrist, her bra was now undone, and her chest free of its confines. 

Stacey felt her breasts drop once her bra was released, sitting full and heavy on the very top curve of her overdue baby bump. The movement was enough to draw more colostrum from her nipples. “Oh god….” She purred, her back arched and head thrown against the headrest. 

She was out at sea in the raging waves of both pleasure and pain, barely able to see let alone think straight. Her pelvis tilted and circled almost instinctually, lifting up off the seat against her husband’s exquisite hand. The labouring woman was left only in her maternity leggings which were stretched beyond recognition from both an overdue belly and the delivered head of their fourth child. There’d be no keeping these trousers for another pregnancy, despite them being her favourite since their second child. 

Stacey was panting, gasping for air at the constant thrum of pressure between her legs, one hand gripping the door while the other pushed up into the velvety ceiling of the car. “Mmmmghh…. So full… Carter— I— ohhhhhhhh god I wanna ppppppp-push!” She begged, twitching her hips and grunting tiny pushes against her husband’s hand that was keeping the baby’s shoulders from escaping. 

“You are.” Her husband kept a sturdy hold on the head between her thighs. As the contraction started to build, his thumb went back to work on her clit, but now, he was doing something else. Her chest was free, and Carter greedily leaned in, licking at her areolas. Before leaving home, he’d helped her with pumping. But, there was still some milk left in there. The teasing only lasted a moment before he took it in with his mouth, his tongue playing non stop. He moaned as his pants tightened, his intoxication for his laboring wife total and uncontrollable.

“Fuck— oh… yes… ohhh Carter…” Stacey moaned as her husband put as much of her engorged breast to his mouth. His tongue, his lips, and then his teeth on her nipples sent bolts of electricity through her veins right down to her core. Carter expertly moves in just the right way to encourage her pulsing arousal, making it build and build, its song drowning out the pain of the desperate contractions. 

With a shaking hand she rolled the other nipple between her fingers, pinching it slightly to match the stimulation Carter was giving her other breast. The pressure of the baby between her legs was dimming and being replaced with pure lust and erotic need. Each hitch of Stacey’s chest was laboured and ragged, overwhelmed and over stimulated. A husky moan of both pleasure and pain came rattling from the depths of her chest as her breasts leaked into his mouth and all over her hand, at the same time her hips jerked up and her uterine muscles clamped around the baby, attempting to expel the child from her womb. 

He wasn’t ever going to forget this. With teeth bared, he gently nibbled, just to spike that little bit of pleasure. His own was skyrocketing in his pelvis, but in his so much sexual desire he wouldn’t falter in his task of pleasing Stacey. Those moans, god those moans were divine. He suckled, and as he did he let her body make a little progress. Loving just how charged her needs were, Carter held firm as soon as he felt enough progress was made. She wasn’t done yet, he wasn’t going to let her be. Carter unlatched, gulping down the milk, a dribble falling down his chin as he grinned. 

“How’s that feel baby?” He asked, his voice deeper than usual as he continued his dominant control of their child’s birth. What he wouldn’t give for another release of his own. “Does it feel, good?” As he asked, his thumb flicked again, hard, hitting her clit with pinpoint precision.

Stacey could barely keep her eyes open, lashes fluttering as her pupils rolled with overwhelming pleasure. That tiny bit of progress Carter had allowed resulted in the shoulders of their child slipping forward, stretching her sensitive skin so wide. The stinging burning was almost delicious when combined with the stimulation her husband was providing, both the suckling of her breast and sharp assault on her clit making her see stars. 

“Mnngh— Cart— Carter I’m— I’m gonna—uhhhhhh!” Stacey moaned as her body reached breaking point. The orgasm crashed through her entire body, her very essence, with such ferocity she cried out with the clenching muscles of pleasure. Her high moan of ecstasy reverberated around the minivan. 

With a gleeful grin of devilish intensity, Carter pressed his lips to hers, allowing their combined moans to be suppressed. Carter's desire only grew, and he knew just what to do to his wife next. 

With the pleasurable shuddering of her inner muscles, Stacey’s body soon locked in another uncontrollable push. The shoulders staying wedged between her legs, the head straining the elasticated fabric of her leggings, and her sultry moans twisted into feral grunting as her body demanded to be in charge. 

“Let it all out Stacey… let’s have this baby.” His eyes fluttered, lips finding every bit of beading sweat and plucking them off. Her skin glistened in the sunlight through the windshield, her body shaking with each shuddering breath. Her belly, god he would miss that, but if he knew his wife at all, she’d be growing again within a few months, baby five, well on their way. That prospect alone spurred his next action.

Carter, removed his hand.

The response was immediate; the second Carter’s hand slipped away from her bulging leggings Stacey’s feet lifted into the dashboard. The huge rock-solid bump now between her raised thighs, she grabbed the back of one leg while the other gripped onto Carter’s knee. “Nnnnnghhhh!!” The sound that escaped her was animalistic and powerful as Stacey gave her all into this one long, monumental push. 

The black fabric of her leggings meant nothing would be seen, either by Carter and certainly not by Stacey with the bump in the way. But she could feel the baby’s shoulders as they popped out one by one. The relief almost made her orgasm again but her body had other ideas. Gulping down a fresh lung full of air, she bore down hard once more. Every muscle twitching and trembling with the effort, desperate to get their overdue baby earthside and free from the confines of her womb. 

“Uhhhhh… C-Carter it’s coming out— it’s coming out right now—!” She spluttered through pushes, her knees parting and hips sliding down the chair to open her pelvis to its widest potential. “Oh god….” 

Awe, pleasure, wonder, pride, all the emotions on Carters face were plain as day as he watched what his wife was doing. Her body, incredible and goddess-like, shifted as she pushed. For the last time this pregnancy, he admired the way her swollen stomach contorted and shrunk. More than ever before, it changed, as if realizing the baby within was on the final stretch. Her tenting leggings were pressing out at the seam in her crotch, but with that final effort, the baby slid into her right pant leg.

“You did it!” He cheered, planting a kiss on her fueled with passion that even newly weds couldn’t dream of meeting. “Oh God you did amazing…”

Stacey’s pant leg shifted, the baby, the baby was moving. And that was when the couple heard the sweetest melody, a newborn with perfect lungs crying. Carter was gentle, helping her to lift her butt just enough so he could slide the leggings down. All the while he whispered sweet nothings and words of encouragement and awe. 

Instinct completely drove Stacey’s movements. Still catching her breath, still trembling, and yet the need to see and hold her child was absolute. Memories of these seconds would be blurry and forgotten, but when those leggings reached her knees and the new parents saw the perfect little bundle squalling between her thighs - that memory would last forever. 

Stacey immediately brought the babe to her bare chest, shushing and cooing automatically as she rubbed the newborns back. “Hey…. Hey little guy…. It’s okay… mumma’s got you now.” 

She felt complete; the skin to skin contact and the feel of the baby’s weight on her chest, perfectly molding around the curves of her maternal body. Looking down, Stacey was a little taken aback at just how big their newborn son was. “Wow…. He’s a chunky one eh…” Stacey said with a chuckle, still slightly breathy, recovering from delivering their largest child yet. 

Carter didn’t speak, his eyes fixated on the sight before him. A shaking hand reached out, rubbing gently against their son's back, he smiled.

“He really is.” The new father said. “You did good, baby.” Carter said to Stacey as he leaned in to kiss her. “You did really good.” He knew it wasn’t over yet, the placenta still needed to come, but this moment, this magical image, this was everything to him. He reached into the back, digging into the hospital bag for a towel. Placing it across his wife’s chest, it left only their sons head exposed. Carter turned the key, it was time for the hospital. Before he left though, he looked at Stacey and smiled.

“Next time, let’s try a Wendy’s.”