"It’s the holiday season, and I have everything I ever could have asked for, except the one thing I’ve always wanted.“
I looked at what I’d just written, heaving in a heavy sigh and shaking my head. God, what a stupid thing to want. I should be happy. I was a popular games journalist and streamer. I’d managed to avoid a lot of the awkward social pitfalls a lot of people in my career path stumbled into and managed to find a happy relationship, having gotten married happily earlier this year. My beautiful wife was curled in bed upstairs while I set about finishing one of the last articles I needed to write before we headed out to spend time with our families.
But… after the wedding, something had become solidified in my mind that I’d avoided thinking about since I’d come out. My life was so much better in almost every aspect that I could have ever expected. But there was one thing that would be impossible for me to experience, something that I had been strongly attracted to, even fetishized since I learned a bit more about my body.
I’d always wanted to have a baby. Not just to raise a child, though that was certainly a part of it. I wanted to get pregnant. Feel the baby that I created with someone I loved growing inside me, getting bigger by the day, and then open myself wide and birth it. Give the gift of life to a newborn human being that I had made, half me and half the love of my life.
When I realized I liked girls, I just kinda… ignored that aspect. But, like anything that gets repressed, it sort of grew into this desperate need that I only thought of in moments that were just a bit too quiet, or in which I was… enjoying myself.
Then I met Tanya. We met in college, worked together in the literature club, hung out for late night gaming sessions. And as time went on, we grew close. I was more and more open with her, until one particularly rough day when we’d both had a bit too much to drink. I began ranting about the infuriating day I’d had, which grew into a general list of things that frustrated me, and before I knew it… I’d confessed everything.
Then, hesitantly, she confessed back.
When we woke up the next morning, naked and sprawled across Tayna’s mattress, I was scared that she hadn’t meant it, that this was a horrible mistake. One not-drunk, passionate lovemaking session later, I knew that it hadn’t been.
I told her how I felt about how intense my desire to be pregnant was, and she confessed that she also had a more than a casual interest in it. My partner helped fan the flames of my desire, role-playing and pretending, even getting me a fake belly to wear sometimes. It was… amazing, indulging in my deepest, most desperate fantasies with someone whom I cared so deeply for, and who cared about me in turn.
Meanwhile, when we WEREN’T enjoying our delightfully, wonderfully gay home life, I was continuing my studies in journalism and, of course, gaming as hard as I always had. And, as the years passed, I got hired as a contributor for a review site. I built my brand, got into streaming with my girlfriend, got invited to events, moved my way up in the world bit by bit. And now I was here, in spite of all the prejudice and angry little manchildren. A smash hit in the world of games criticism and streaming even as a black lesbian woman.
It was a good life. a miracle, even. But still… that base desire, that primal urge to be a mom to a child of my own… It only grew stronger, and in spite of all my good fortune, it was the one lingering frustration, the single thing I could never attain. I mean, I guess I always could have gone full Amazon and snatched a guy from a bar, but… that felt wrong. Like… it wouldn’t have been OUR baby, just A baby.
I chuckled at my own silliness as I deleted the sentence. No time for such careless sentiments, there was work that I needed to do. KoGNformer needed their review for “League of Duty: The Reckoning: Revengance: World War Two: Double Cross Final Mix: Gold Edition”
I heard light footsteps down the stairs as I put the finishing touches on my work. “Seven out of ten, as good as Lunk’s Wild Breath…” I muttered, as I saved my work and sent it in to be edited. I spun my chair around just in time to see my wife framed in the sunlight, her hair wild from having woken up and her dark skin forming a lovely contrast against the lighter carpet. I let my eyes eagerly roam her naked body, and grinned as her own gazed took in every detail of mine.
"I wonder what the reaction would be if I ever leaked that you wrote most of your articles butt-naked, Cherice?“ I rose from my seat and held my one and only in a tight embrace, giving her a quick kiss before responding; "Eh. Probably the same thing they do anytime I stream.” I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Duh, show us your titties, nur-dur, I’m clevarr!”
Tanya laughed, holding me close for another moment before separating. “I got you an early present, before we head out…” she called behind her shoulder. I walked back toward my computer to shut it down, and as I finished my lover returned from the living room, a tiny box in her hand. Handing it to me, I carefully opened the package, then tugged the lid off the box.
"Wow…“ I gasped, seeing what looked like a tiny bell. It seemed… old. Very old. The metal was warm to the touch somehow, in spite of nobody having touched it for a while. I grabbed the thin leather strap it was attached to and examined my gift.
"I couldn’t think what to give you…” Tanya said, smiling at my reaction. “Then I remembered that you liked old knick-knacks like that. It even has a little bit of a story, if you want to hear it.” I nodded, unable to take my eyes away from the shimmering surface of the bell. “Well… apparently this thing was created a long time ago for a queen who had everything. Its supposed to grant any wish when you ring it, as long as you do it with an honest heart, whatever that means. It’s supposed to ring if your wish is granted, but that’s probably just a fancy way of passing off it being broken.”
"Yea…“ I replied, still lost in the swirling colors and strange patterns. "It’s pretty though, right? do you like it?” my wife asked nervously, hands behind her back and digging into the carpet with her toes on one foot. I blinked rapidly, managing to tear my gaze away from the object in my hand. “Y-yea! *ah-hem*, yea, it’s wonderful! Thank you so much, hon, you’re the best!” I hugged my lover once more before we at last had to get ready for the day.
"Heh… you should make a wish on it, Cher. There’s always a chance, right? I’ll get the shower started, if you want to join me…“ Tanya headed back upstairs to the bathroom as I once more returned my gaze to my present. One wish… the thing I wanted most… Involuntarily, as the light once again shimmered over the metallic surface, my mind turned once more to what I was thinking of earlier in the day. Growing with my wife’s child, feeling it move and kick, going into labor, giving birth, feeling the head inching down my womanhood and emerging bit by bit…
I felt strange after. I felt… warmer than normal, and odd shivers of sensation kept surging subtly from the tips of my fingers and toes, the top of my head, all toward one central point in my body… I was unable to move for a bit, just letting the warm, exciting, bizarre power rush through my person, fading so quickly I was sure I must have imagined it.
I stumbled to the wall, leaning against it and looking in surprise and alarm at the once more silent, seemingly broken bell. Sweat had beaded all over my dark skin, my legs were trembling, and I was panting slightly. But, just as quickly as it all had begun, it went away. I stepped away from the wall on once more steady legs, gently set my present back in its box next to my computer, and began to climb the stairs toward the shower.
The drive up was normal, besides me being unnaturally warm. Meeting with the family was… well, stressful, as always. My fans were accepting of my orientation, but… some of my family was less so. For the most part, though, I managed to avoid interacting with the jerks too much. If I’m entirely honest, I spent most of the day sneaking food from one place or another. For some reason, I was utterly famished, no matter how much I ate I just felt like I needed more.
I also found myself being very short-tempered with people who DID come to start trouble. I just felt so exhausted, like I had no energy at all, and didn’t want to deal with it. I found myself just wanting to go home and… be away from it all. Just lay in bed, rest, and wait for… well, I didn’t know what. I just… felt like something was coming, something big.
To be honest though, some people were being especially noxious. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen helping my mother cook (and stealing regularly from completed dishes…) one of my uncles went on a tangent about how "the gays” should have to be on some sort of registry list, and my wife decided that the time was ripe to make our exit. I, having been cranky all day, and starting to feel bloated and uncomfortable, agreed.
In spite of the bad atmosphere, the ride home was as pleasant and warm as ever. some good-natured ranting to each other about what the hell people’s problems were, singing along with some songs, and holding hands for a downright excessive amount of time. It was these moments that meant so much to me, the quiet togetherness, the reminder that I was lucky enough to marry the woman who was also my best friend.
It was a few blocks from home that the symptoms made themselves known.
I’d been shifting in my seat regularly, my pants getting miserably tight as the food settled, I supposed. I’d unbuttoned them some time ago, and I reached down once more only to find my zipper was already all the way down. “God… why am I so bloated? Like, did I eat something weird or…” Tanya grinned at me. “I don’t know hon, you ate an awful lot. I guess it’s possible.”
I playfully swiped at her as she giggled, but my concern only grew as my pants continued to tighten. We were nearing our driveway when I felt… something. I gasped as my lover pulled us up to the house, and she looked over in alarm. “Cherice? What’s going on, talk to me.” I couldn’t find the words. All I could do was reach over and take the hand of my soulmate, gently guiding her hand to my alarmingly warm and firm midriff.
"Wooow, you really are bloa… uhm… wait, did something just… move?“ I nodded, feeling the heat of tears forming behind my eyes. "Like… moved moved? Like, something… inside you, is moving, and I’m feeling it under my hand?” I nodded faster, unable to find words. “Ok… Ok, hey, it’s gonna be alright. Lets just… get you inside, and we’ll have a look at you, got me?”
We exited the car, and I waddled my way through our front door. I had been totally normal when we left my parents house, my pants a little tight but that was all. Now… I looked huge. My deep brown belly was drum-tight, radiating heat, something pushing and kicking inside me. My belly button had been pulled tight, and my Linea Nigeria was a long, pitch black line from my navel down to my pubic hair, and even above.
I looked like… like I was pregnant. But that was impossible. You didn’t just… just GET pregnant for no reason.
"I’m scared.“ I finally managed to whimper as I awkwardly worked my way into the house, my center of gravity having shifted massively. "I know love, just stay calm… Let’s see what’s going on…”
Tanya slowly, gently helped me strip off all my clothes. I hadn’t even noticed that my breasts had swollen and gotten heavier as well, and as we pulled my shirt over my head I gasped at how sensitive my nipples had become. Even my bra rubbing over them sent sensation throbbing across them, and they ached as something began to leak.
"It’s ok hon, it’s just… uhm… well, it’s just your… milk. See?“ my wife undid my bra and once more, exercising great care to not drag the padding against my skin, removed it, leaving me naked from the waist up. Using a finger, Tanya dabbed up some of the liquid that had dribbled from my chest, showing it to me. It was mostly clear, but also a creamy white. "Oh god…” I breathed, covering my mouth with a hand. “I… I’m leaking breast milk…”
"That’s probably why your nipples are so dark and stiff right now…“ my soulmate noted as she began to work at my pants. It took a bit more effort, they were FAR too tight for my larger form. But with some effort and a bit of help from me, at last my slacks were free from my body, along with my shoes. Then, my panties followed them to the floor.
I rose, my dark skin and hair bathed in light, illuminating every inch of my heavy, swollen body. ”Oh Cherise…“ my lover breathed, squirming slightly. "You’re… Cher, sweetie, you’re gonna be a mommy…” voice trembling with emotion, my soul mate reached out a hand and rested it gently on my tight, full belly. Promptly, I felt a little nudge from inside, making me bite my lip. “You mean… I… There’s a b-baby inside me?” I forced myself to ask, the tears of mixed fear, joy, and just being emotionally overwhelmed falling.
Tanya nodded, her eyes taking in every detail of my body, hand rubbing soothing, pleasant circles on my gravid orb. “I can’t believe it either… but.. I can’t deny…” her eys went toward my bellybutton, and I saw them go round in the way I knew when she was trying not to say or do something. My lover whimpered and bit her lip, and I followed her gaze.
My bellybutton, pulled entirely flat, was starting to be forced outwards. “Yesss… come on, you can do it…” Tanya hissed, voice brimming with need as I felt her fingers tremble. We both watched eagerly as my former innie was forced into being an outie, finally being overwhelmed with a quick pop of motion.
"Ohhhhhh Cher I have something to confess…“ my wife moaned as I saw her whole body shiver. I smiled in spite of myself, knowing what was coming. and, if I was honest with myself, now that the fear of not knowing what was going on was dimming… I was starting to feel the same way…
"What is it, sweetie?” I asked, looking at the sexy goddess I’d married through eyes burning with desire. she looked back at me, placing her hands more fully on my belly. “You are… I can’t even describe how sexy you are right now…” the words sent my lust into overdrive, and I knew that there was no way I was making it to the hospital. “Do you think you might be able to if I let you explore my body some before I go into labor? You might want to hurry though… I’ve been growing pretty fast…”
Tanya took me in her arms, carefully lowering me to the ground and kissing me deeply. I opened my legs eagerly, her thin, delicate, fingers rubbing firmly over my dark brown belly, stopping to tease my outie, which was closer to the shade of her own skin, making me whimper with need.
My needy soulmates mouth kissed down my neck, finding my breast, lips wrapping around my nipple as her hand continued its journey lower, following the curve of the underside of my belly, starting to run through my pubic hair. Tanya began to gently suck, at first making the nipple throb painfully, before liquid began to seep. “Hon you’re drinking my milk, I’m so pregnant, I’m gonna give birth for you it feels so good…” I moaned, my folds practically dripping with arousal as fingertips began to stroke my swollen feminine petals.
I had always tried to seem so tough and pretend I didn’t like most girly things in order to attract a larger audience. Was never allowed to talk about how badly I wanted to be a mom, had to hide any pride that I felt about being a woman, about anything that made me different from men.
But here, now, with the woman I cared for most in the world, I didn’t have to hide or hold back anymore.
"Please, please touch my pussy, play with my needy slit as your baby fills my tummy oh god I love youuu!“ I begged as those sweet fingertips at last found my clit. It needed to be touched so badly it was practically throbbing, almost jumped at my lovers contact. "YESSS OH PLEASE I… I’M… SO SENSITIVE OHHH!!!”
That was all it took. As Tanya began to stroke my feminine bud, my baby kicked inside my womb, my breast gushed milk into her mouth, and an orgasm stronger than any I’d ever felt before crashed into me. “There we go, let it all out, come on, cum for me Cher, yea, come on, squirt like a good mommy…” the woman pleasuring me whimpered into my ear as I lost myself to pure pleasure.
And then again. And again. Stopping only long enough to let my lover strip just as naked as I was so I could pleasure her as well, my orgasms were practically overlapping. My entire body was ablaze with pleasure, every little touch igniting every nerve.
And the entire time, my soon-to-be-born child was growing within me, filling me, getting closer to being born by the second.
Until finally, it was time.
My contractions were hidden for a time by our endeavor, but my labor was going just as rapidly as my pregnancy had. “It’s… ngh… S-squeezing me oh…” I whimpered, arching my back as Tanya sawed her fingers in and out of the deep pink normally hidden within my dark folds. “I know, I can feel it… you’re already having really strong contractions… you’re gonna have to push out your baby soon…” Pausing for a moment, withdrawing her hand (And then waiting for yet another orgasm to finish, which was accelerating my labor…) my wife then asked “Should we… call the hospital? I mean… you’re really pregnant, this is really happening. I don’t want to put you in danger or…”
I shushed her, guiding Tanya’s hand back to my belly. “You and me. Just like we always wanted. I… Ohhh it’s t-tight… I want this to b-be amazing for you too… I’m gonna be a mommy… right here, in front of you, with nobody to s-stop you from doing whatever you wAAAH! W-want… and I want it j-just as much…” I had to pant out the words between searing cramps. Now that my soulmate had stopped pleasuring me, the intensity of each pulling, pressing cramp was obvious. They were incredibly strong, dilating me rapidly. I would be lucky if I lasted even another half hour before the head was barreling into my birth canal.
A muffled popping sound came from inside me, and I moaned as I felt fluid running from between my legs, pouring from my fertile gender. “My waters…” I moaned, the head immediately shoving hard against my straining cervix. The baby wanted to come, and I couldn’t fight it. “There’s so much…” Tanya gasped, as she continued rubbing her fingertips over my soaking wet slit.
The need to push came with the next intense squeezing pain. I gave in, crying out as my wife continued to pleasure me and rub my rock hard belly. I was rewarded by the feeling of the head shoving through my cervix. It was happening, I was delivering a baby, it was really real.
"I don’t think I can do this!“ I cried as I rested, the head lodged deep inside me, the deepest parts of my birth canal stretched and twitching. "It’s so big, I haven’t prepared, I…” Her hand abandoning my groin, Tanya placed herself between my legs, and held my hands. “Yes you can! You are so strong, you can get through this. I believe in you.”
The words, delivered in a calm, reassuring tone that left no room for debate, filled me with the energy I needed to endure the pain and pressure. “And, if you need a bit more incentive…” my beautiful goddess purred in a smoldering voice. Her head vanished behind my visibly shrinking belly, as I curled my toes, struggling to push the baby that had appeared so suddenly inside me down and out.
Then, I felt her lips on my nether region.
I arched my back, digging my toes into the soft carpet as Tanya’s mouth gently wrapped around my clit. The hood was rolled back with her tongue, and another hard suck made my body start pushing without even thinking about it as pleasure overwhelmed me.
"Please please please PLEASE OHHH GOOODDD!!!“ I was saying things while meaning nothing, my brain firing off as the pain of my emerging child forcing my vagina wide mingled deliciously with the pleasure of my wife gently sucking on my throbbing love button.
Bit by bit, the head slid down my womanhood, my lover moaning as she tasted a bit more of my birthing juices, or felt my tunnel convulse around her tongue. Until finally…
"The head… baby you’re bulging so much oh god the head is… coming out… of your cunny you’re gonna be a MOMMYYY!” I heard fluid squirting onto the carpet as Tanya convulsed, the fact that I was in front of her, legs open wide, the head changing the shape of the body that she knew every inch of so intimately in such an obvious way driving her helplessly over the edge.
As her orgasm subsided and my lovers tongue began to once more set about licking my aching lips clean to make way for our child, I once more had to give my all to delivery. I could feel everything straining and throbbing with the pressure of an entire human being sliding from between my legs, the pressure was unbearable.
"The teardrop I can see the teardrop shape the head is right there you’re b-b-BIRTHING YOU’RE SO SEXY!“ Another harsh gush of fluid from Tanya as the intensity of the situation consumed her, leaving me to endure the growing burn of my unexpected offspring gradually crowning on my own. And oh, did it burn. The skin was stretching and aching as it struggled to open around the head, the teardrop morphing into a bright red circle with the dark skin of the head peeking out of the center of my pink womanhood.
"It burns so bad, hon it huuurts it’s coming OUT OF ME!” Tears began to run down my face as my gender throbbed with pain exactly as I’d hoped it would. The pain was intense, but not unexpected, or even unwanted. It was part of becoming a mother, and with everything driven to such heights of sensitivity, every shift and twitch sent agony and heavenly pleasure coursing through me.
I only had moments to rest before once more the need to push assailed me. I pointed my toes once more, pressing the tips of my feet deep into the carpet. There was a baby coming out of me, I could feel the head bulging out from between my legs, I was closer to holding my baby with every push, every cramping pain. The knowledge of what all this was for was just as overwhelming as the sensations coming from it, everything mingling and coalescing into an impossibly intimate haze of labor and birth. My body at its most feminine, bringing life that formed inside me into this world.
Helpless to do anything but push.
I loved every second of it.
I cried out in sensual agony as my firstborn slowly came to a full crown. I could feel my lips being stretched to the max, my throbbing, still needy clitty pointing straight up as Tanya tenderly stoked my straining opening. “Yes, push for me hon, push please birth for me I need you to push our baby out…” I could hear the woman I loved vigorously touching herself, and I tingled with joy at the idea that I could turn her on this much.
I opened my mouth so say something sexy or teasing. but all that came out was a throaty cry of desperation as another contraction hit, and I had to push.
"It’s coming out it’s coming OUUUTTT!!!“ I balled the obvious as, with a deliciously intense surge of motion, the head slid forward, another gush of amniotic fluid coming alongside it, splattering over the carpet as I panted, sweat dripping from my body.
I bearly had time to gasp in a few breaths before my birth canal started twitching and spasming, causing the baby to rotate inside my body. I moaned at the sensation of it as I reached between my legs, carefully touching the body that was still partly inside me but not of me. It’s still hard to describe how I felt in that moment. It was like… this was perfect in every way, that this was what I was meant to do, had ALWAYS been meant to do. I know it was probably just hormones flooding my system, but… in that moment, if someone told me I could have been either pregnant or birthing every day for the rest of my life, I would have eagerly accepted.
Then, once more, a contraction gripped me like a steel trap. Gritting my teeth and screaming through them, hands going to my sides and gripping the carpet tight, feet pressing hard into the ground, I gave everything I had to one big push. Bit by tiny bit, the shoulders moved forward, until… one popped free. Before I could respond to the change in sensation, the other emerged as well. Then, so did the rest of the baby, the motion quick, wet, and burning hot inside my tunnel, the sensation making me cum my baby out.
As I stopped shivering with pleasure and at last came back to my own senses, I saw Tanya, tears running down her face, holding a baby.
"She’s beautiful…” my wife whispered, as she helped me sit up, leaning me against a nearby wall, and then at last passing me my newborn daughter. Tanya hadn’t lied. She really was the most perfect little baby I’d ever seen.
My pregnancy wasn’t without its bizarre footnotes. In addition to how peculiar the impregnation, gestation, and labor were, little baby Delza wasn’t born with an umbilical cord, and I never had to pass the placenta. It was like she’d just… appeared there. Even more bizarre was how she looked half like me, and half like my soulmate. Like somehow we’d created her together.
I thought back to that bell often, over the next few days. Thinking that, at that moment, all I’d wanted was to have a child that was mine and my wife’s, not put in me by some shmuck looking to get laid at the bar, who wouldn’t care at all for the meaning behind that act of creation. I didn’t know how, but… it seemed that I’d gotten exactly what I’d wanted.
Everyone was surprised, of course. I got to tell stream a month or so later that I’d had a kid, and my co-workers and friends were astounded, having seen me clearly not pregnant a week before. Everyone always asked if we’d adopted, but then stopped once they saw Delza, looking just like me and her other mother.
Over time it became accepted fact, and the two of us were free to be the parents we’d always wanted to be. It was amazing, how calm of a child our daughter was. she got on a sleep schedule surprisingly quickly, seeming to learn and adapt just as quickly as the bizarre circumstances around her arrival would imply.
Before we knew it, having a child in the house was normal. Just as quickly, it seemed, we were preparing for Christmas and her 1-year-old birthday party. Just like last year I had a last minute review that I was trying to type out nice and early in the morning, this time: “Battle-Ancients: Omega Blitz: Darkness Drive Maximum: Nega-platinum Version”.
I remembered wistfully what happened this day one year before. Belly swelling with life, opening my legs wide to do the most natural thing for me to do, what I was meant to since birth… I shook my head, chuckling, forcing myself to focus on my work. While I loved that bell, I couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, some way, it had caused my pregnancy. Granting my hearts deepest desire, as it were. As incredible as the experience had been, I didn’t want to end up running around with 50 kids, even if part of me felt giddy thinking about it.
"Hey hon, can you turn around for me real quick?“ an excited voice called from the landing on the staircase. "Seven out of ten, gets pretty good after hour fifty… There, done! What do you need, love?” I asked after sending the review.
The light from the window framing her wonderfully sexy, naked body, Tanya stood, holding a familiar, shimmering bell. “Merry Christmas, Cherice.” my soulmate purred, before closing her eyes and giving the bell a little shake. There was a tiny chime, and I moaned as a familiar energy began to swirl within my core, even as Tanya fell to her knees, moaning in pleasure and holding her pubic mound.
Later that evening, after everyone had gone home from the Christmas and Birthday celebration, Tanya and I laid side by side, squeezing each other’s hands tight as I struggled to birth my second sweet baby girl, and she endured the delivery of her first daughter in what became my favorite yearly tradition…
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