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Week 38 passed, week 40 passed and week 42 arrived. They said that multiple pregnancy ended earlier, but there I was, 336 pounds and so fat I could barely move from my bed. I kept getting up to pee. Food was brought to me in bed by Isaac, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and any craving I could think of. My tits had developed enough by now that I had been breastfeeding little Sandra for weeks. That little girl was growing as fast as my belly and boobs were growing.
My belly didn't drop until I was 42 weeks along, and even then there was little sign that I was going into labor. My situation was desperate. I had enjoyed pregnancy like I had enjoyed nothing else in my entire life. It had been the best roller coaster I had ever ridden. Watching my body grow live inside and being able to grow three beautiful babies was incredible. Words can't explain what pregnancy feels like, my mother understood me, but I couldn't get Isaac to understand 100%.
But as I said, that pregnancy had to end. It was time for those children to come out of me. Walking was impossible in my state, so the only thing left was sex. Therefore, it was time for Isaac to pull out with his cock what he had put inside me. It was time to close the circle.
He put me on all fours and began to play with my hole, my penis and my testicles. It could be because of the advanced stage of gestation, but I felt that sex as the most incredible of my life. Isaac came hard inside me. I had never seen him so wild, so animalistic. He took his job of getting the little ones out of their father's belly very seriously. We cum dozens of times. The tremors in my body were increasing and I could feel my anus compressing Isaac's penis. The contractions began to be more numerous, until in the middle of my orgasm my water broke. The bed was soaked and what were separate contractions in time became intense and frequent.
"They're coming, Isaac, they're here," I told him between terrible pains. He cleaned me up a bit, fetched some blankets and towels and stroked my belly and back. He peeked into my hole and saw that it was very dilated already. "I've done a good job," he joked. In a normal situation I would have laughed at that kind of teasing, but at that moment I felt like a human being was about to come out of me.
The first of the kids was huge, or I don't know because I've never pushed a baby. His head was opening me up. He was making his own way. It took me 20 minutes to get him all the way out. The pain was enormous, but once it was out I could breathe easier. It was the first of the three I had inside, this was just the beginning.
I breastfed him until the second one started to come out too. This one was much easier. Between Isaac and our first son I had my birth canal perfectly prepared to make labor easier. Half an hour after the birth of Dylan, our first son, Nate was born.
The third baby wasn't waiting to come out, as soon as I delivered his brother he started to come out. His delivery was the easiest. But something wasn't right, as the baby I had just had was a boy, when it was supposed to be a girl. "It can't be a boy, the doctor said it was a girl!", I yelled to Isaac. "Honey, I don't think you're done yet, there are more babies inside your belly," Isaac said grabbing my belly which was still very swollen still. "You're doing phenomenal, you can handle three, four, five or however many to come," he said in my ear and then gave me a kiss.
As I regretfully feared, the fourth baby started to come out of me. It was the biggest of the ones I had delivered so far. I had a hard time getting his head and shoulders out. I was already very tired and the size of the baby didn't help either. Almost an hour after his brother Philip, Edward was born, yes, another boy.
My belly had dropped considerably, but it still looked like that of someone in their ninth month of pregnancy with only one baby. "There's a fifth Isaac, it can't be," I said tearfully and exhausted. Isaac didn't say anything to me, he gave me a kiss and hugged me. "That's so many babies because our love is gigantic," he told me.
It took me half an hour to go into labor with Cristina, our fifth and last child. Hers was the easiest labor of all. After she was done I was able to lie on the bed and breastfeed the five precious babies I had just delivered. They all looked just like Isaac, with his gorgeous face, blonde hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
I was already the father of six babies, and five of them I had delivered myself. I looked around and saw Isaac with Sandra, Dylan and Nate in his arms, while I had Philip, Edward and Cristina. Six beautiful babies, the most perfect babies I have ever seen in my life.
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