Pregnancy, Birth, Breeding, Lactating, Pregnancy Roleplay, Laboring, Gestating, Gravidity, Expectant, Baby Movement, Baby Bellies, Contractions. I am willing to be your pillar, patron, ally, supported, vigilant observer, attentive watcher, or if you need more I can stare, view, watch, gaze and gander at you.
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Bumpin' in Europe, 1
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ps: thanks to the anon who sent like three questions about BIE. i never answered them but please know that i read them all and i'm very grateful for how warm, caring and loving a stranger on the internet was over a silly story. this one is for you, hope you read it, ily anon. also, this is r u s t y. we're slowly gonna find a rythm with BIE but for now enjoy!
“You know…” You cleared your throat, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck. “I was thinking, maybe you could show me around? I don't want to be scammed like a tourist.”
“Show you around town, huh?”
“I don't want to see the boring stuff. I'd rather have something not... tourist-friendly, get me? I wanna see what it's like to live like a local.”
“Live like a local.” Monica hums, a low sound in her throat, and her gaze shifts from you to the front of the yard.
The night buzzed. She moved one of her hands down her stomach, fingers brushing over the taut surface, and your eyes followed the movement, watching her fingers slide under the fabric of her shirt and lift it up. Monica exposed the skin of her womb, red and shiny, and let out an exhale. Her stomach shifted beneath her hand, and you were sure you could see at least one of the babies moving, pushing the skin from inside, squirming in the tight space of Monica's womb. You swallowed and looked away.
“Alright,” she finally said. “We can do that. What kind of hostess would I be if I didn't show you around? It's the least I can do.”
Monica smiled, her fingers tapping the top of her stomach on an invisible rhythm. You gulped the rest of your drink.
***
The sun was already setting by the time you two went out, but it didn't make the heat any more bearable. The air was still warm, and the heat stuck to you the moment you put a foot on the main street.
This was a walkable city. You knew that, you remembered all the times you walked around from end to end on the quiet mornings of summer when you were a child. Now, you wouldn't have expected that Monica, so… pregnant, would have wanted to walk around. And in this heat.
But she did. It didn't fail to amaze you to see her wearing some expensive-looking linen sundress, like she was just snapped from some Mediterranean maternity-related magazine. She stepped out of the house wearing sandals, and with her stomach taunting the fabric of her dress, her breasts barely threatened to be supported by a weary neckline. Her walking was more like a waddle, her hands always either on her lower back or supporting the underside of her stomach, and still, the smile didn't erase from her face.
The first thing on the itinerary was a museum. You wouldn't believe you could find a museum interesting, but you shut the fuck up and trailed behind Monica like a lost duck.
Every time the lightning changed too fast, you could get a glimpse of the contrasting black underwear beneath the white fabric of Monica's dress. It was making you feel a certain type of way to see her hips sway with each step, to stare at the arch of her back when Monica stopped for a second just to exhale, arch her back, and press her fingers against the strained muscles, her stomach flexing with each movement, all full of baby.
The day went by fast between half-planned detours and wandering. Monica kept the pace somehow. You kept waiting for her to call it quits, to admit she needed a break, but she never did. She just kept waddling.
Before you realized it, you were home. Your feet were burning, and you could feel the tiredness seeping into your bones like you hadn't felt in a while.
***
You were tired. Incredibly tired. You couldn’t understand how Monica was still full of energy after all the walking today, but you decided to skip dinner. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out. It was barely past midnight when you woke up.
The sheets stuck to your body, and your mouth was dry, a familiar pang of hunger in your stomach. You woke up groggily, naked feet finding the ground. For a moment, you just stayed there, half asleep, half leaning into the stupor of the night.
There was something, a quiet sound buried beneath the quiet of the night piercing your ears. You didn’t even realize until you were finally completely awake. At first, you couldn’t figure out exactly what it was, a patterned sound—two, actually. One of them, you could point out what it was: the sound of furniture scraping against the floor each time it moved.
Your stomach growled. With a quiet groan, you stood up and made your way towards the kitchen, trying to keep as quiet as possible. The kitchen lights were still on, and the first thing you saw was the plate with food resting on the kitchen table, wrapped in plastic.
Well, wasn't that a nice gesture?
You couldn't care less about the food. As soon as you put a foot inside the kitchen, your brain snapped and it clicked. The sound, the one that accompanied the sound of furniture creaking, the constant little sound that you were hearing from the bedroom, was moaning. In the middle of the kitchen, standing in front of the plate on the table, you heard the quiet and muffled sounds of whimpers coming from somewhere in the house.
Groaning. Huffing, sounds of effort that felt like someone was purposely trying to remain quiet and miserably failing. Coming from inside the house.
Your body went stiff. Muscles tensing and a certain type of heat—a totally unrelated one to the external temperature—crawled its way up your body.
Moaning. Someone was moaning. Monica? It had to be her. Unless the neighbors were going at it so… passionately that you could hear it so clearly from here.
What if something was wrong?
That was the first thing that came to your mind. It was a liability; anything could happen to a heavily pregnant woman alone in the middle of the night, right?
Shit. What if something has happened?
The food could wait. You made your way around the kitchen island and towards the dim hallways to Monica's room. As you took step after step, the sounds only intensified.
The door to her bedroom was ajar, the warm light from inside leaking into the darkness of the hallway.
You saw it before you finally got to the door. Through the small space of the half-open door, Monica's body was sitting upright in bed, naked skin glistening under the bedside lamp, hips rocking front and back. Her tits swayed and bounced with each movement, and her gravid stomach rubbed against the fabric of the pillow she was humping, hips grinding and pressing down, matching each one of her moans.
Oh. Well. At least it wasn't an emergency.
You probably should have left. Turn around and make your way as quietly as possible back to the kitchen, maybe take the food and eat in your room. But your body didn't respond.
Your eyes were fixated on the image in front of you, on Monica's body grinding and mounting the pillow, hands gripping at the fabric of the sheets as her face contorted in an expression of pleasure. The hypnotic movement of her stomach pushing forward and back each time her hips grinded against the surface, hips squirming and looking for friction, naked tits bouncing in the air.
You...
Snap out of it, go back to your room and try to not be heard
Go back to the kitchen but make your presence known
Iris found herself pacing around the living room, to her bedroom, to her kitchen. Her steps echoing in the dark, she left the candle she was using in the living with the others. Almost frantically, her hands roamed from her back to her stomach, to her bare breasts and, from time to time, she found herself slowly cupping her pussy, grinding against her hand. Pleasure was a good antidote against the pain.
Now, a low hum vibrated in her throat as Iris rocked her hips in the air, squatting next to the couch as she practiced her breathing exercises. Breathe, hold, exhale. The pain was almost unbearable. She was still able to function through it, but these contractions were becoming the real deal very soon. Her stomach was tensing and spasming, sending pain through her body as she never felt before, none of her past pregnancies Iris had had such an... interesting labor.
Of course, her last pregnancies weren’t so inhuman-lish.
The contraction went away, and Iris slowly lifted herself from the floor, supporting herself with the cushions. As she was going up, a frown formed on her face when a trickle of liquid started to roll down her leg.
Her water broke.
"Fuck..." Iris sighed, staring at the puddle that was starting to form beneath her. "Well...shit."
In a matter of minutes, she found herself kneeling on the floor. Since her water broke, the contractions and the pressure were rising in intensity hand by hand. She placed the candles, one by one, in a perfect circle. Then, she used the already lightened one to light up one by one the others.
Right before she could finish with the last candle, a contraction took over her.
"Fuck...!" shouting, Iris bit her lips as she rocked her hips in the air, her body slowly squatting to the floor as she threw her head backwards, taking in a deep breath as the pain settled in her middle section. "Mhm..."
Shaking her head, she felt the wax of the candle on her hand falling to the skin of her thighs, and she let out another prompted moan at the feeling. Finally, the pain passed. With a small laugh, she reached to light up the last candle.
She stood up, a hand carefully pressed to her underbelly as she blew off the candle in her hand. She was almost there.
She paced, rocked her hips and panted through the next contractions. Every time she moved, she could feel the eggs inside her shifting in her stomach, eager to come out.
She could feel the first one slowly making its way down her birth canal. The pressure was slowly building up between her legs, nothing she couldn’t handle.
It was time. Her fingers picked up the small scarf that was resting on the couch. With ease, Iris tied it around her head, covering her own eyes and falling into the dark once again.
She found herself again in the penumbra, her eyes open and barely getting to see through the black veil. Through the fabric, she could make out the light from the candles, barely visible, deformed shapes and dull colors that danced in front of her.
She stood up straight, fixing her posture, and moved both her hands to rest on top of her stomach, firmly pressed against the skin. She turned around carefully, slowly, and took a few steps forward, trusting her intuition that she was now in the candle circle correctly, positioned right in the middle.
Iris took a deep breath at the same time a contraction hit her. She forced herself to remain straight, almost immobile, as her stomach tensed and she let the pain take over her body. Her breath hitched and pain leaked to her face, but she didn’t budge, remaining still.
She breathed. The pain went away. Even when the fabric was covering her eyes, she closed her eyes as she tried to focus again. For a moment, she listened to the sounds that surrounded her —the sound of the fire and the night birds grounded her— and then Iris recited the words.
Without missing a beat and with no stammering, she recited by memory the words of the book to invoke the Lord of the Dark. The foreign words, from a forgotten tongue, sounded familiar in her mouth.
When she finished, she was met with silence. The sharp whistle of the quietness pierced her ears, not a single soul moving, not even the birds outside or the insects in the yard. Iris felt as if, around her, time had frozen. Then, she felt a warm touch on her back.
A tentacle slid around her waist and another wrapped itself around her wrist, softly pushing her forwards. Iris took a careful step, but soon she realized that the grip the demon had on her body was guiding her, so she allowed herself to be led, moving to lay down on the wooden floor.
Her stomach contracted. The warmth of Shruvu’s touch had disappeared, but the presence was there. She could feel it, the air was different, and her surroundings had become smooth, intoxicating, making her feel as if she was wrapped in smooth velvet.
And it was everywhere.
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Nine months ago, the outfit Ava planned for the concert made way more sense. Now, nine months later, after a careless night… well, it didn’t fit as nicely.
The outfit had been carefully chosen, taking into consideration every single thing: originality, the color palette, how hot she was gonna look.
Was there gonna be anyone else who could be wearing anything remotely like hers? The tour color theme was red. Not a color Ava wasn’t fond of, not her favorite. It made her feel washed out and pale instead of hot. And she couldn't afford not to be the hottest girl in the waiting line.
A custom tight fit tank top that didn't make it past her belly button, covered in glitter and sparkling jewelry (yes, fake, but the expensive kind of fake) from an indie designer her friends had called obnoxious. Beneath the tank top, a red fishnet top. For the lower body, an obscene mini skirt that showed more skin than it covered and red Demonias with a seven-centimeter platform to finish strong.
Nine months ago. Nine months ago, when she tried the outfit on for the first time, it made sense. It made sense, and she looked hot as fuck in it.
Now, the only thing that fit was the fishnet top. The red mesh stretched precariously over the immensity of her now rounded stomach, a gravid orb that rested in front of her and stretched thin the already cheap fabric.
This wasn't exactly how she pictured it. Ava could feel the strain of her whole outfit. One single wrong movement, and it felt as if everything was going to snap out of place.
The only piece of clothing that didn’t have to go under urgent transformations was the fishnet top. The tank top? She had to buy a new one that would actually fit. One that wouldn't squeeze against her now engorged, sensitive tits, and one that at least aimed to cover something of her stomach. The miniskirt? One of her friends let her borrow a new one that she could actually use and not look like a whale in faux leather.
The only thing she didn't have to change was her makeup look. Still flawless.
Ava finished applying lip gloss, her back screaming in protest as she leaned forward to see herself better in the mirror. Lately, it felt like even just getting her makeup done was a chore. With her whole new
Four hours. Just four more hours, and she was going to be seeing her favorite artist ever, just a few meters away from her. Not just her favorite artist ever, but the best artist ever.
Her parents didn’t understand. Of course, they didn't, but it wasn’t like they had a say on what she did with her own money. She didn’t bust her ass to not use it. It wasn't a surprise when they didn't exactly approve of her going to the concert, well... now. In her last trimester, heavily pregnant and looking like she should be anywhere but a concert.
But Ava saw as one of those babymoons people fawned about. If she had, well, a boyfriend, she probably would have wasted a bunch of money to travel somewhere far away with nice views and outstanding room service to say goodbye to the last moments of freedom before her baby came. But she didn't have no boyfriend. The baby in her gravid stomach was the result of a one-night stand after a night out at the club.
It didn’t bother her. Maybe a bit, at first. With all the nausea and all the slight existential dread about becoming a mother and all the incredibly annoying mood swings. But after a few months, it was as if her body was as resigned as she was about the whole deal and just… accepted it.
When Ava finally could look at herself in the mirror without a whole layer of denial washing over her mind, what she found wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t just the way her tits looked so great and the way her skin glowed. There was something in the way her body was changing, how it was behaving —her hormones were nuts, her brain was a wreck— that would turn her into an uncontrollable mess. There was not a day spent where she was not thinking about fukcing.
Ava had thought that once she started to show, her sex life was going to be like the Sahara. But quite the opposite happened: men were crazy about it. The night spent at bars drinking soda and virgin piña coladas, where her friends would get wasted and she would just sit around, wasn't a waste because she would always leave with someone clinging to her arm.
And now, to think that this — her huge gravid belly, the way she had dropped— could get in the way of enjoying Jack Juniper's concert was ridiculous.
Her mom had been texting her constantly for the past few days. The last time she saw her parents, they wouldn't shut up about how she looked ready to pop. As if Ava didn't have mirrors at her place. As if she didn't spend the last few weeks going through the motions of everyone wanting to get their hands on her, on her massive stomach, to grope at the tender, stretched skin and comment on how low she was carrying now.
Her parents told her she probably should be at home, nesting or whatever bullshit that was, not at some concert filled to the brim with hormonal teenagers. But she wasn't going to miss this.
In the last few days, everyone seemed to have become a midwife. All of them had an opinion on how she had dropped.
She hadn't dropped then.
Now, however. Now she had dropped. Ava turned sideways, staring at herself from head to toe.
She sprayed a ton of glitter hair on one side, another ton on the other side. That was gonna be a nightmare to wash off later. The glitter residues flying in the air landed on the exposed skin of her chest, and she didn't bother to clean them up. Her tits looked great. And lower…
Her stomach hung in front of her, the skin of her underbelly peeking from beneath the strained fabric that worked hard to cover it. If she stared for too long, she was sure she could see past the stretch marks and the raw red of her stomach, and point exactly where the baby was positioned. And if she couldn't see it, she could feel it: a low weight settled on her hips. The past few days, this baby had done nothing but settle on her pelvis and threaten to move down, ready to come out.
Her phone buzzed in the drawer. Jaime's name popped up on the screen, accompanied by the 'I‘m here' text.
Ava's body froze in place as she reached to grab her phone. A numb pain took over her stomach, muscles tensing and forcing her to stop in place, hand extended in the air to reach for her phone, and Ava exhaled a strained breath.
Her free hand moved to press against the side of her stomach: the muscle beneath was rock hard, and Ava shifted her weight from one foot to the other, letting out a small whimper as the pain went away. "God. Braxton Hicks, huh."
The pain finally went away. She checked the time on the wall clock. Texted Jaime to come in. Checked the time again. This was the third or the fourth in the last few hours —she wasn't counting. Or timing them. Or anything because this couldn't be the real deal.
At least not today. Not when she was about to go to the fucking concert of her life. This baby was gonna have to wait.
She finished applying the last of the glitter to the top of her hair as Jaime popped into her bedroom.
“So,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you ready?”
“Are you ready?”
The greeting was a bit tricky as Jaime leaned in to kiss her cheek. It was already hard to move around Ava's bedroom, even harder to do anything near her without bumping into her gravid stomach. Jaime did a little twirl to show her his outfit: red tank top and red leather jeans. There was a small pang of envy in Ava's stomach at the fact that even Jaime could still
wear a tank top — that he could still show off a flat stomach instead of... well, a nine-month pregnant belly.
“How are they?” Jaime asked, pointing at her stomach.
“Fine. Just coming and going, you know. I didn't bother timing them. They're just irregular.” She shrugged, moving to grab her bag. “They feel like... I don't know, like normal cramps, but really annoying. Don't worry about it, my mom told me that she was in labor for twenty-four hours with me.”
“God damn,” Jaime raised his eyebrows, applying lip gloss in front of the mirror. “Sounds like hell.”
“I'm sure it can wait,” she said. “At least until mommy sees Jack fucking Juniper live.”
Ava sighed, her hand moving to rub over the mound of her stomach, her thumb brushing over the fishnets as she stared down at herself. Her attempt to soothe the taut skin and the tired muscles was in vain, because no matter what she did, she couldn't shake off the discomfort of being so huge, so gravid, so pregnant. Full of a baby that didn't seem to want to make it any easier for her.
If she could, she would have joined Jaime to jump in excitement like a teen. Instead, she had to conform by holding his hands while he jumped and squealed.
This baby was gonna have to wait.
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Rapid pregnancy, if you will. That's some good stuff.
I just like the intensity of the situation, the confusion. Someone ballooning out so suddenly up until they pop a baby out of them (not actually bursting, 'cause I don't really enjoy that). Flat to bump in no time or drawn out, but much faster than what's natural.
The poor carrier in question wakes up with a weird sensation in their tummy. Probably stomach cramps from last night's dinner, even if they sit a little lower than normal in their abdomen. Could even be period cramps. Nothing to call off work for.
Then they're at work and they're ravenous. They've eaten their packed lunch before it's break time. People notice and some comment. That's when the person gets self-conscious. They're still uncomfortable, but now they're aware of their eating habits and their poor aching stomach.
Halfway through their shift, on their way out the bathroom, they see it. That subtle growth in their middle. This doesn't look like normal bloating, especially when they flatten their shirt out. It's poking from below their belly button. Almost like... oh, crap, someone's coming. They shrug it off and go back to work, but their thoughts keep racing.
Time to go home. People poke fun at their new pot belly, especially since they noticed the gorging from earlier. The poor person blushes on their way out, their stomach grumbling as they feel a sensation like a wave pushing it forward. What the heck was going on?
They go home, but on their way back, they get a bunch of fast food. Anything they see on the menu, they order. Once they get home, the feasting begins. They see their belly jut out more, thoughts racing between the big, ravenous bites as they satisfy their gurgling belly. This has to be some weird reaction to something... right?
They shower, getting ready for bed. By this point, they look absolutely swollen to the brim. Their belly juts out, hanging like an orb from the taut skin and stretched muscles. It aches, it's hot, and it's sensitive to the touch. It undeniably looks pregnant when they stare at the mirror in confusion, but... no. Impossible. They just add some soothing lotion to the turgid mass and take an antacid, hoping the swelling and "bubbles" go down by morning. If not, they're going to the doctor.
Too late, unfortunately, because they wake up to the worst cramps imaginable. They can visibly see their belly quake, roll, squeeze suddenly, over and over. They try to walk it off, use a heating pad, massage their aching tummy. That's when the gush of fluid happens. The sudden urge to push... something out.
It's slow. Agonizingly slow. Their hips were given no time to widen and prepare for this. Whatever this was. There still was no possible way they could be pregnant. Not until they feel that solid mass exiting from them, feeling between their legs to catch it out of instinct. Once it's out, they flop over in exhaustion... Until they feel more cramps from another baby eagerly coming out.
This is a story I was asked to write for @tara-b who asked me to write an account of the day her twin sons were born on Halloween 2023. Part detailed by her, part artistic licence I hope you enjoy the story.
Here we are again… 31st October, 2023. Halloween. Once again we’re putting the finishing pieces together for our party, which we have ran for family and friends since we got married 3 years ago.
However there’s a difference right now… I’m pregnant. Really pregnant in fact, due tomorrow and might be having contractions really pregnant. To make matters worse we’re expecting twins… and my belly certainly doesn’t hide the fact.
But I can’t just stop and give up on the party, we’ve confirmed to everyone we were still going ahead and the guests are starting to arrive.
I’m out in the back garden blowing up an inflatable spider…. To be honest a big breath in and a big breath out is really helping the pains I’m feeling. Just have to get through the next few hours, we can wave goodbye to the guests, fill up the birthing tub and relax into it, get the birth I’d dreamed of. Only a few hours.
In through your mouth… hold it a second… and breathe out. It’s not efficient to blow up a balloon, but it certainly helps.
I stand up and groan, one hand supporting my back as I realise I was stooping over. The other holds the spider. It looks like it’s done. Just need to set it down over…. Shit. That was a feeling of a gush. My panties are soaked… it’s running down my leg. My heart races… that must have been my waters. Must have been my waters… oh hell… babies are coming, babies are coming… it’s all so real now.
The spider just gets dropped where I stand and I figure I look like a deer caught in the headlights as my eyes shoot wide. I look around. No one saw me. Good… good. Hopefully we can stick with the plan. Can’t let the party be ruined.
I walked inside to find my husband and our neighbour chatting in the kitchen - they were plating up canapés ready to take in for the rest of the guests. We got on well with our neighbour… he was a nice guy. Both he and his wife had offered to babysit for us when the babies were born.
“You look like you’re ready to pop any minute now” he grinned as he saw me approaching. I don’t think he realises just how true that statement is.
I was dressed as cleopatra with my husband as Mark Anthony. My dress had a cut out for my belly - there was no way the standard costume could fit me in my current state. Our neighbour opened his arms wide to give me a hug - he quite liked giving hugs and if I’m going to be honest, he gives really good ones - and took the opportunity to rub my belly. I know some people may consider that a bit forward, but we’d already discussed this in the past and he actually had a way of making the babies calm down inside of me so I wasn’t going to complain!
“Little angels kicking up a storm today?” He enquired after a few seconds of contact.
“Yeah, something like that…” I didn’t go into too much detail but I was scared that he would feel a contraction. Pretty sure it would feel a lot more different to what a kick felt like from the outside.
My wince gave it away as I visibly saw my stomach tighten. I watched his eyes blink and he pulled his hand away. “Braxton Hicks” I grunted, a little winded. He nodded understanding. He and his wife had 2 children of their own and they had seen all this before - though not 2 at once !
“Look after yourself and don’t work too hard” he said as he grabbed 2 plates and went back to the main room leaving just my husband and I in the kitchen.
We kissed. “You sure you’re ok? You look a little flushed?” He asked. I smiled and gave the best effort I could under the circumstances.
“I’ll be ok” I said “just very pregnant if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh… I’ve noticed all right!” He was grinning as he kissed me, and for that fleeting moment everything was all right in the world. “We finish this party, get rid of the guests and I promise it’s just you and me together until the babies come.”
I grinned “I like that idea, I like it a lot.” I emphasised the belly by pressing my hands into the small of my back and sticking it out with a groan, masking the start of another contraction. Was I imagining it or were they getting faster… no… can’t be.
“Duty calls… let’s go meet our guests” my husband smiled as he grabbed the other plate and walked through leaving me alone.
As I stood in the kitchen, readying myself for the onslaught of people and well wishers, I rubbed my belly. “Just hold out a little longer… mammas got to do some things then you can have your grand entrance. Please little babies… please “
The first few hours were manageable. The constant moving from guest to guest took my mind off my predicament, and I began to wonder if it was just a false alarm after all. I had a few glasses of water and I’d learned during my midwife appointments that hydration levels could affect things later in pregnancy. I was certainly the definition of late pregnancy at this stage.
As the party goers got more and more drunk as the night wore on, the well wishers went from “you look glowing” to “let me touch your belly for good luck” like I was some sort of Buddha statue. I laughed along with it with good grace, but as the night wore on the contractions came back with full force and it took a lot of careful avoiding to make sure no one saw anything too obvious.
My husband was certainly getting into the party spirit. He had promised to have a drink but not have too much just in case we did need to leave the house in an emergency but after the 10th person asked him to “wet the babies head” with them… he started to misbehave as well.
There was a sudden crash as a bowl we had set out got knocked over and smashed. Instinct had me rush toward it to clean up the mess but my husband was quicker and shooed me away. “Can’t have you bending down in your condition. I’ll clean this up, can you go fetch another bowl from upstairs.” We had some spare cutlery and crockery stored in a cupboard out of the way.
It was when I turned around he tapped me on the shoulder causing me to flinch. “Darling… I think you may have had a little accident. You’ve a wet patch on your skirt”. I gasped at the revelation. I was almost certain it was my waters. Perhaps the initial gush wasn’t all of it and I’d continued to leak for hours… or perhaps it had always been there and people either hadn’t noticed or were too polite to say. Either way I went red with embarrassment and said I would get changed when I went for the bowls.
I made my escape without much fuss. Completely forgetting the bowl I scrambled into the en suite bathroom. My hands slipped under my skirt and pulled down my sodden panties which slapped to the floor with the added weight of the liquid they were doused in. I don’t know if my body saw this as a sign, but I suddenly had to push and I almost doubled over with the unexpected sensation.
I went with it, closing my eyes and widening my stance involuntarily by sidestepping, grunting as I strained with effort. I gasped and strained again. Finally the contraction ebbed away and I had to re-assess the situation.
I had left my phone downstairs and shouting down would cause a panic no doubt. I would do this myself and surely my husband will come to check on me soon. I used the time I had to get out of my dress and bra, turning on the shower to full force. I checked the temperature just as the next contraction started and I stumbled in, turning my back to the shower jet and spreading my arms and legs like a starfish to brace me.
Prior to the need to push coming over me, I’d wondered if there would be obvious sensations to tell me to push… all I can say is that given the option between pushing or walking (or basically any other activity that I could possibly do) at that time… I had no choice.
The roaring water encouraged me to let go, I roared with it. I yelled. Part of my brain presumed the whole house would come running at the commotion but there was nothing. Another push - keep going girl, this is all on me now - and I felt weak at the knees with the effort. I had to get down to the ground before I slipped or fell.
My brain was focused on the need to push, and before I realised I was on the floor with the shower water gushing over my head. I can’t actually remember climbing down but logically that’s what must have happened. My feet were flat on the floor but something came to me. Leverage. My legs swung up at my hips and braced against the wall of the shower. It gave me something to push against.
A side effect of the reposition was that the shower water - once blasting me on the back and top of my head, instead washed my belly and between my legs. Good for making sure there was no mess… I’d seen the blood and who knows what else coming out during birth videos I’d watched… but part of me was worried for the baby with the water streaming down my belly and between my legs - right into the path where they babies were going to come from.
I shook my head. Idiot. Babies are born underwater. These babies were going to be born under water. I guess I kind of get a water birth after all.
Logical thought left me again as the contraction ramped up and once more I was left with the entirety of my conscious thought being “PUSH!” I closed my eyes and yelled out with abandon, I could feel the movement of the baby passing through me. I realised I couldn’t see… couldn’t check how well I was doing, couldn’t judge how much of the baby I’d pushed out. I had to rely on the feelings and the power of touch.
My hand groped down between my legs and I was honestly expecting to feel the head there… I mean it was certainly painful enough to warrant the labour being progressed almost to completion… but as my hand groped down I felt closed lips. I slipped my finger between the folds and that’s when I felt it… my first baby. It was certainly an alien feeling compared to years and years of exploration I’d done with my fingers before getting pregnant.
Still… feeling something there certainly had me buoyant. I knew I was doing it. The first baby was coming. I was going to be a mother. The contractions came thick and fast, at least in my opinion, as they seemed to be on top of one another with hardly time to catch my breath before the next hit me… but I was getting rewarded for the effort. I proved once more with my fingers, and as the burning sensation between my legs was testament to… the baby was starting to emerge.
Push, push, push again. Rest whilst I can, push once more. I was lost in it. I lost count after 10 sessions of pushing, my mind was too focused on the thought of getting the baby out than keeping track.
My grunts, roars, and occasional screams still went unanswered by my husband or any of our guests. How long had I been gone for. Was it minutes… was it hours… no don’t think, just PUSH!
I felt the head with my hands as I realised just how wide I’d been stretched when I got the ring of fire. They call it that, it might as well be the crotch supernova. I was crying at this point, though the tears were unidentifiable among the shower water. I wanted to push but I recalled from a video about panting through this stage, trying to avoid a tear by going to fast. I opened my mouth wide and blew out. Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo… then a gasp as the head reached the tipping point and shot out of me.
When I felt the… what could only be described as a ‘twang’ of my stretched lips springing back to place as the widest part of the head passed through me, I made a sound which I can only describe as a banshee wail. It knocked me senseless, to the point of where I lay sprawled on the ground of the shower panting heavily wondering just what happened.
Then panic set in. I hadn’t thought this through. Someone needed to check the cord was free… and there was no one here. I yelled out my husbands name, and there was no answer. I didn’t know what to do… what if I hurt the baby. I reached forward but couldn’t tell what I was feeling. The only mirror in the room was mounted on the wall and there’s no way I can do the acrobatics needed to get a glimpse between my legs. I felt my heart beating faster and faster when suddenly I felt a gushing release and then the baby was out and on the floor of the shower. Whilst in my panicking state I hadn’t realised the baby had turned and after the contraction forced out the first shoulder the rest came easily.
That’s it. I’d done it. This squalling, wriggling thing between my legs was my baby. My first child. I was a mother. I’d done it. I’d survived.
I rolled and adjusted my body to get onto my knees and that in turn would let me pick up the baby. I was very careful not to step on or damage the umbilical cord. With the baby in my arms I crawled on my hands and knees over to the bathtub where I grabbed onto the side with my free hand and finally managed to get to my feet. Turning off the shower to avoid any more water spraying on the floor I stumble into the bedroom, in a complete daze.
I knew from watching the preparation videos that the placenta would come out soon and as I didn’t have any tools to cut the cord I just flopped down on my side on the bed and admired my baby with him still attached. That child had so many kisses in its first few minutes of life…
Until the contraction brought me back to reality. The realisation that I was having twins and I’d need to do it all over again. I’m not afraid to say that my spine turned to ice in that split second moment of realisation.
I checked the bedside clock. Only 30 minutes had passed since the bowl was smashed. To me it felt like it could have been hours. Hopefully only 30 minutes or maybe even less to go. I was already stretched, I hope the second baby follows the same path as his… I guess big brother.
The next contraction had me feeling like pushing again so I hefted up a leg and pulled it back whilst I was on my side. I’d seen that position on a video, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get it to feel right. After a few false starts, I decided to go on my hands and knees, straddling the first baby. I don’t mind saying that I was a bit concerned about slipping and squashing the baby, but unless he has his cord detached there was nowhere else really that it would stretch to.
So that was me for the next contraction. Knees and elbows dug into the mattress, my fingers finding a pillow to grab and squeeze and the baby seeming to drift off to sleep underneath me. I suppose the poor dear has had a trying day.
Until of course I was forced to yell out. This startled the baby who in turn screamed at the top of his lungs at having his sleep disturbed. That’s when the bedroom door opened.
My head darted to the side to see my husband partially silhouetted against the door. He yelled out and dashed into the room when he saw what was happening.
“You didn’t tell me!” He yelled.
“I couldn’t… no phone, couldn’t move. Baby… baby coming.” You gasped out as I closed my eyes, scrunched my hands into the pillows and heaved an almighty push.
“What can I do” he asked. The situation certainly catching him off guard.
“Can you…” I couldn’t get my words out between the need to push. I focused on that and left the sentence unfinished. After gathering my breath once the contraction disappeared I quickly managed “cut the cord and get the first baby.”
He nodded and dashed out of the room to get the birth bag we had prepared. I looked down at the wriggling infant below me and couldn’t help but smile at what I’d managed, that perfect little baby that we had made. Soon the need to push was back again though, and I was back to focusing. I didn’t realise my husband had returned to the room brandishing a bad of surgical clamps and some scissors. He stopped dead in his tracks as he got behind me.
“Baby’s… baby’s head. It’s there. Baby’s head.” He was stuttering and stammering at the shock, or perhaps wonder of seeing my lips parting, bringing forth new life. I could only grunt in acknowledgement as the contraction still had me seized it’s its grip.
I could feel the burn starting. I knew the head was filling me and I couldn’t stop it progressing to its inevitable conclusion. I felt him behind me, my eyes clamped shut focusing on both the pain between my legs and the need to make sure I stay supported by my arms in case I collapse on the baby beneath me. There was a tug, another tug, and I sensed, more than heard a snip as the first umbilical cord was snipped.
“Get… the… baby.” I gasped, my hand waving to the child below me. My husband grabbed our son and held him to his chest.
“Can I help with this one?” He seemed eager. I quickly shook my head.
“Get that one somewhere safe he won’t roll off then come back… I’ve… got this” the last 2 words were strained as the need to push overcame me. As my husband stepped to swaddle the first baby and lay him down the head of our second child emerged more and more.
I was sure these were not identical. Sure this one’s head was bigger. Sure I was putting in more effort… but knew deep down that it was just because I was simply exhausted. Still, I knew what needed to be done, and set my mind to it, focusing on nothing else but the sensations of the stretch.
Suddenly cool hands were supporting the burning sensation between my legs. I gasped at the sudden sensation, not expecting it. A finger slipped around the circumference of the head, gently stretching my skin. Another big push. Another… I felt the hands pushing back my lips, and then with a yelp, the second head was free.
I couldn’t do anything else but cry. The tears were streaming down my face, the exhaustion, the overwhelming sensations, they were nearly at an end. I recall the time between the head and the rest of the body coming out earlier, the panic whilst I felt around for the cord. There was no delay this time - my body wanted this baby out. Another long, involuntary groan and the body of our second son slipped into my husbands waiting hands.
I managed to get back onto my haunches as the baby was passed between my legs into my arms. The tears were still streaming down my face as - when I looked up - I realised the same was true of my husband.
He wiped the baby down who burst into his own fit of crying… with the first baby going too. It was a bit of a cacophony in our usually quiet and serene bedroom.
To say the guests were shocked at the new arrivals would be a bit of an understatement.
Oh my god the pain is unbearable. The wave of the contraction mixed with the burning pressure at my swollen opening every time I push down hard. The baby's head slides to my opening bulging my too tight lips and glimpsing a wet slick head but as soon as I stop pushing it slides back inside. I beg it to stay until it actually does and even after the contraction ends I scream at the burning bulge that didn't slide back inside. Fire burns through my still open slit. The baby's head is sat right there. I am nowhere near a full crown and judging by the huge bulge this head is going to be big. I cant do this I think but I don't have time to think as another contraction builds. I force all of my weigh back pushing down hard to my entrance. Feeling my tight pussy lips start to spread around the hard firm head. The burn spreads and pain flares as my lips open wider spreading around the hard fat head. When the contraction ends but the bulge stays and my slit stays spread wide against the solid head I scream long and wild. How the fuck am I going to get this out of me??
You couldn’t miss her- the first thing your eyes found when you walked in the room. Not the stunning ocean view, not the pristine new furniture arranged perfectly, not the crowd of business acquaintances. Her.
Well, not just HER, though, yes… she was lovely. Golden brown hair, falling just to her shoulders, lightly curled. Jawline angling to a delicately pointed chin, gilded skin glowing. A white floral sundress, ruffling over her shoulders.
No, all of that was secondary. The thing that arrested your gaze, that stole the show, that made you catch your breath… her swollen womb- a perfectly rounded, impressively large orb resting just below her heavy breasts. “She must be due any day… how, just….how?” you wonder.
She was beatific. Heavy, and humongous, her sundress straining around that bump- the evidence of her fertility, her femininity, her favor. You watch her sit, working to keep her legs from spreading indelicately as her pregnant belly weighed her down. It was a pretty struggle for her to even reach the table around it, her arms resting and reaching at odd angles around and over her massive middle. Almost imperceptibly, her breathing grows a bit labored with the effort it takes to work around the baby inside her. You wouldn’t notice if you weren’t paying attention— but of course, you are paying attention. How could you look away? Focus on anything other than this beautiful bump?
It moves, then. Her whole belly shifts, lurching quietly. She doesn’t acknowledge it, aside from a brief caress. Just goes on, arranging pens, straightening papers, tidying up her workspace, avoiding eye contact with the crowd that’s growing in the room. You watch her gorgeous form, casually sensual, heavy with child, uncomfortably full. You’re hypnotised- mesmerized. And then you watch others notice her. See their roaming eyes, their embarassed glances, their disbelief that a woman this pregnant could still be working— isn’t actively birthing her baby.
Your mind wanders, imagining what her future holds. How brief the… hours? Days? Before she gives birth. How her delicate frame will manage the undeniably large baby, how long she’ll labor…how beautiful she will be.
You blink, startled back to the present by someone clearing their throat. And then you realize- her eyes are locked on yours. She sees you, driven to the point of distraction by her beautifully swollen womb. She’s felt the heat of your gaze, the desire, the need there. She knows. Your cheeks flush, but you do not look away. She stands, not without effort, her oversized belly protruding, her hips swaying, hair bouncing as she flips it over her shoulder. She whispers something to her colleague, and walks to the door, never breaking eye contact with you. She lingers there in the doorway, for just a moment, and then signals to you, with one finger.
“Come…” she mouths, and waits to be sure you understand, sees you begin to move in her direction, before she slips out the door, leaving you with no choice but to obey.
I was so touched by all the love you showed for my last post. Here's the next installment! -FertileFox
part one
"Christopher, I'm home!" I called softly.
"Hey, Patricia. I finally laid Nia down to sleep. How was work?"
"Oh, man, we were slammed. This July heat is making everyone crazy for Dairy Queen. I haven't had a chance to pump since lunch, and I feel like my boobs are about to explode."
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Have a seat and get situated with your pump. I'll heat you up some dinner."
Fifteen minutes later, I finished my dinner, clicked off the pump, and put the milk in the fridge.
"So Christopher, I wanted to ask you about something. I was talking with Brad Pope after church this morning. He and Greg have been wanting to adopt for ages."
"Of course, they love kids. I always see one or both of them volunteering in the nursery."
"The problem is, they keep getting turned down by adoption agencies because they're gay."
"That's horrible. Can they still do that?"
"Apparently. So anyway, we got to talking about surrogacy. I think I want to do it for them. Is that crazy?"
"Oh wow, you're saying you would actually carry a baby for nine months, give birth, and hand it off to them?"
"I mean, yeah. I'll be honest: ever since I gave birth to Nia, I've felt this sense of emptiness. So much of our lives has changed since she was born that I hadn't quite placed it, but when the idea came up, I noticed myself getting weirdly excited at the idea of being pregnant again."
"If it would make you happy, I'm 100% in support."
"Honestly, I really think it would. And here's the kicker: on top of pregnancy-related medical expenses, they're offering me $2,000 a month!"
"Oh. Wow. That's a lot. I mean, between that and your scholarship, you could pay off your student loans and put some away in savings. If you choose not to, we both know that we'll find a way to make things work, but that would definitely make things easier."
We both sat in silence for a few moments.
"We don't need to decide right away. They wanted us to take time to think about it. I'm not working next Sunday, so we're going over to their house for lunch to talk things through. I think they want us to see all their paperwork showing adoption agencies what great parents they would be," I said with a chuckle. "If we like everything we hear, we'll put it in writing and make it official!"
"They're right that you should sleep on it. In fact, you should head to bed. You have class early tomorrow morning."
~~~
Three weeks later, I found myself in the Popes' bathroom with a vaginal applicator. I gingerly slid it in and slowly pressed on the handle, injecting the semen into my vagina. I put the applicator in the trash, re-dressed, washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom.
"All done?" Brad asked.
"Yep! It felt weirdly… anticlimactic?"
"Well, we'll leave it to Chris to help you climax," Greg responded with a wink. I blushed.
"Um… I guess I'll head home then? I'll be able to take a pregnancy test in a couple weeks, and I'll let you know as soon as I get the result."
"Sounds great," Brad replied. "If this doesn't work, we'll make an appointment with the doctor for next month and try again!"
As soon as I got home, I sat upside-down in the recliner, with my back on the seat and my legs up in the air. I wasn't sure if it would help, but I just wanted it to work so badly. While I was sitting there, I grabbed a framed photo off the side table. It was taken right after our wedding, just one year ago. I was wearing an isidwaba and isicholo that had been in Christopher’s family for generations, and Christopher was wearing a suit. In the photo, I was holding Nia, and Christopher's grandparents were on either side of us. All of us smiled so much that day our cheeks hurt. It was a small ceremony; Christopher's grandmother officiated, and the guests were just a few of our friends.
After the wedding, Christopher went up to Missouri for basic training, and I started classes at the local community college. While I was in class or needed to focus on studying, Christopher's grandparents watched Nia. Ever since I started breastfeeding her, I've been making way more breastmilk than she needed. Pumping it all out is exhausting and time-consuming, but I'm able to donate the extra to help others. I'd heard that lactation starts to decrease after a baby's first birthday, but when Nia turned one in June, my breasts apparently didn't get the message.
I set the photo down on the side table. "Hey Christopher?"
"Yes, Patricia?" he called from the other room.
"Can you please bring me my breast pump and my stats textbook?"
"Sure, here you--" he paused for a moment as he walked in the room and laughed, seeing me sitting in the chair upside down. "Do you think it makes a difference?"
I took the pump and textbook out of his arms, trying to figure out how to pump and study in that position. "I don't really know. But Greg and Brad would make such good dads. I just want this to work for them."
"I know you do." He leaned forward and gave me an upside-down kiss.
~~~
Two weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive, and we were all absolutely ecstatic. Brad and Greg both came to all of the doctor’s appointments, which were just monthly in the first trimester. After we left our first appointment of the second trimester, I invited a few friends over for dinner.
“Come on in, Marisa! Julie and Abby just got here a few minutes ago.”
“Thank you, Trish! Oh, Nia is so cute with her high chair and her bib!”
“Hey, Marisa! Can I ladle you a bowl of soup?” Christopher called from the kitchen.
“Hi Chris! Sure, what are we having?”
“Butternut squash!” Julie interjected, in-between feeding Nia spoonfuls of soup.
We sat down for dinner and spent the first half hour or so catching up on our lives. Abby was now a senior in high school, Julie was working at an auto shop, and Marisa was just promoted to shift supervisor at H-E-B.
When there was a lull in the conversation, I took a deep breath. “So, we have some exciting news we wanted to share.”
“Are y’all having a baby?” Abby guessed, eyes widening.
“Sort of,” Christopher responded with a chuckle.
“Adopting! Nia’s going to be a big sister!” Abby yelped.
“Just let me finish! I agreed to be a surrogate mom for a couple from church. I’m through the first trimester, so I wanted to share the news!”
They squealed with excitement, which startled Nia and made her start to cry.
“I’ll take her,” Christopher volunteered. He lifted Nia out of her high chair and brought her to her nursery room to settle down.
“So who are the parents?” Marisa asked.
“Greg and Brad Pope.”
“Are they paying you?” Julie asked.
“Two grand a month.”
“Damn, I should be a surrogate,” she muttered.
“Julie, you would hate being pregnant, especially if you didn’t get to keep the baby afterward,” Abby replied. “You can tell Trish actually loves it. She just has this warm, motherly glow about her.”
I blushed. “Excuse me, I have a what?”
“That’s why I thought you and Chris were having a baby. You have the same air about you that you did when you were pregnant with Nia. I don’t know how to describe it, but you have this warmth and confidence about you.”
“Huh. I, uh… thanks.”
Julie looked at her sister. “You’re more perceptive than I give you credit for, Abby. I kinda see what you mean.”
Marisa shrugged. “I think you look the same as always. How’s it been going so far?”
“I was just as nauseated in the first trimester as I was with Nia, but that’s finally starting to subside a bit. I have a bit of a bump, but not much yet.” I stood up and lifted up my shirt to show them.
“Aw, I think it’s cute,” Abby responded. “Do you know if it’s a boy or girl?”
“We should find out the sex in November.”
“Let us know what happens!”
“I will. Keeping Nia a secret was exhausting. I’m looking forward to sharing everything.”
~~~
When Halloween rolled around, I felt like my bump was finally leaving the ambiguous chubby/pregnant phase, especially in tighter-fitting outfits. Christopher and I decided the three of us would dress up as animals. Christopher picked out a surprisingly elegant masquerade fox mask for me, a very huggable bear costume for himself, and the most adorable giraffe costume I had ever seen for Nia.
I tried to put on some vulpine-looking makeup to supplement the mask (thank you, FreshBlush, for the tutorial!). I put on black eyeliner with orange eyeshadow, colored the bottom of my nose black, put black lipstick on my upper lip, and put a few dots on my cheeks to represent whiskers. I didn’t have a full costume, but I put on an orange t-shirt and black leggings to try and complete the look. We had such a fun time taking Nia around the neighborhood trick-or-treating. I don’t think she really understood the concept of taking the candy and putting it in her bucket, but she still seemed like she was having a fun time.
~~~
The following weekend, the three of us were walking to the playground together. Well, Christopher was walking, I was doing my best not to waddle, and Nia was in a baby sling on Christopher’s chest. Christopher and I were both feeling a mix of nervous and melancholy, since it was our last weekend together before he started a year-long deployment.
“You really don’t know where you’re going to be?”
“All I know is that I’m leaving for Istanbul and that I’ll get my next plane ticket from there. I’d tell you once I arrived, but the signal corps monitors calls and outgoing messages.”
“Stay safe.”
“I will.”
“I’m going to miss you so much.”
“I know. I’m going to miss you too.”
There was a pause, and then a mischievous idea entered my mind. “So if I sent you a video to help… lift your spirits, would that be monitored by the signal corps?”
“Patricia!” Christopher blushed and covered Nia’s ears with his hands for a moment. “I’ll be honest, I’m certainly attracted to the idea. And no, I don’t think it would.”
As the idea rolled around in my head, I had a rather lewd thought. “What if… I set up an OnlyFans page and you could watch me that way?”
Christopher raised his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t that mean other people could see any videos you posted?”
“I guess in theory, but there’s something kinda hot about the idea of giving someone pleasure like that just by them looking at me. Plus, I could charge them.”
Christopher grinned. “I’ve always known you were driven, but I feel like this exhibitionism is a new side of you I’m seeing.”
“Do you think I shouldn’t do it?”
“You know that I will support you, no matter how you choose to express yourself and celebrate your beauty.”
I leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Well that’s settled, then. I’ll send you a link to my profile once it’s set up.”
~~~
A week or so after our tearful farewell, I took a study break one evening to create a profile. I wasn’t sure I wanted my actual name associated with it, so I sat back for a moment try and think of a good username. I tried ‘Sexy Surrogate,’ but it was already taken, and it felt kinda cheesy anyway.My eyes drifted over to my fox mask, still sitting on my dresser. I started trying variations on ‘Foxy’ something-or-other, but none of them quite had the right ring to it. Then it popped into my head: FertileFox. I typed the name in, and was delighted to discover that it hadn’t yet been taken. Inspired by the username, I put the mask back on and took a selfie, using it as my profile photo. I saved my settings and was just about to go back to studying, when I took one more look at my profile. It’s so empty, I thought.
Closing my textbook for the night, I stripped down to just my bra and underwear and started to record myself using my phone. I closed my eyes, pictured Christopher, and reached my left hand down to my clitoris, where I started making slow circles with my fingertips. I undressed Christopher in my mind as the circles became faster and faster. My nipples tingled, and I bit my lip, wishing I had a hand free to stroke them. My breathing became heavier, and I moaned quietly. In my mind, I started kissing Christopher, thinking back to the first time we had sex. The intensity built within me as I kept stroking myself. I finally climaxed, letting out a much larger moan as my body quaked from the orgasm.
I ended the video, set my phone down, and headed to the bathroom to clean up for the night. Before I went to bed, I posted the recording, making a note to myself to slip the profile name into the email I’d send Christopher the next day.
~~~
A few days later, I noticed I had a subscriber, WareHouse97. I knew instantly that this was Christopher: it was a reference to our surname Waresa, combined with an inside joke about how I tell him he’s built like a brick house. I got a call the next day, and it was Christopher! We spoke for close to an hour. I told him about Nia, class, work, and my pregnancy. He wasn’t able to tell me much, but he said that he had arrived safely and was settling into his new routine well.
“By the way,” Christopher said, “you certainly lifted my spirits the other night.”
“I’m so glad,” I responded with a wink. I blushed, realizing that he couldn’t see my wink through the phone. “I was thinking of you the whole time.”
“I’m excited for the next pick-me-up you send my way.”
“I have a test on Friday, and I’m working open-to-close on Saturday, so I’ll definitely want to let off some steam afterwards.”
“Wonderful. Unfortunately, I have to go, but it was so nice to catch up with you. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
~~~
Thursday night, I was studying for my exam, when I got a notification that I had a new subscriber. Even though it was something I was aware could happen, my face suddenly felt warm thinking about the idea of a stranger watching me masturbate. Did I make the wrong choice? I suddenly wondered. I sat up a little straighter and answered my own question: No, let them come. I looked around my bedroom, realizing how messy it was. I spent the next 20 minutes tidying the room up, setting up a string of little colored paper lantern LEDs around the headboard, and digging out a little tripod that could hold my phone still on the desk while I recorded. There, I thought, that’s more like it.
~~~
My exam went well on Friday, but my 14-hour shift on Saturday was absolutely exhausting. I made a mental note to myself as I left that I shouldn’t agree to another shift that long, at least while pregnant.
I got home to an empty house, since Nia was staying with her great-grandparents overnight. I slipped my bra off under my shirt and collapsed on the bed before I remembered the promise I’d made to Christopher. I was about to change out of my uniform, pump milk, and record a similar video to the first, when I had another idea. I grabbed a few things from the kitchen and set them on the floor of the bedroom, between the foot of the bed and the desk.
I started recording, sat up straight at the foot of the bed facing the camera, and used the most refined voice I could muster, saying, “I hope you’re ready to meet royalty, because I am the Dairy Queen. You may have visited my kingdom before and enjoyed our dairy delicacies, but you have never seen the royal dessert made by the queen herself.” I pulled my uniform shirt off, leaving on my DQ visor. “The tiara stays on,” I declared as I adjusted the visor. I spent a minute or two massaging my nipples and breasts until droplets of milk started to form. I reached down to the floor, picked up a liquid measuring cup, and held it up to my left breast. I suddenly regretted setting my supplies on the ground, as picking things up off the floor was starting to become difficult, even without trying to maintain a regal, ladylike poise. With my right hand, I started to methodically press on the breast and release, as milk started to drip into the measuring cup. A few minutes later, I switched sides, massaging milk out of my right breast. As I went, I came up with some story about the Dairy Kingdom and its monarchy, using the same refined, royal-sounding voice. I still have no idea how I came up with that story on the fly.
After about 15 minutes, I filled the measuring cup to the ½ cup line. I picked up a mixing bowl, poured the milk in, and set down the measuring cup. I licked the residual droplets of milk off my nipples and winked at the camera. I added a splash of vanilla extract and a pinch of sugar to the bowl and whisked it all together (pinky aloft, of course). I poured the mixture into a Ziploc bag, sealed it, and placed the bag in a large bowl of crushed ice. I put the lid on the bowl of ice and began to slowly roll it around in circles. As I moved the bowl in circles with my left hand, I used my right hand to reach down my pants to my clitoris, matching the circular motion with my fingertips. I gasped when I first touched bare skin, surprised by how cold my fingertips were. They quickly warmed up as I got into a rhythm, almost forgetting that I was recording myself. I bit my lip as I approached climax, not wanting to be done too soon. I wasn’t able to hold back, though, and I orgasmed just a moment later. Pleasure pulsed throughout my body, and I closed my eyes to take it all in.
Once the sensation subsided and I caught my breath, I took the lid off the bowl and took out the bag of ice cream. I opened the bag, dipped my finger in it, and slowly licked my finger clean. “And that, my subjects, is what makes me the queen.”
~~~
“Patricia, that video was absolutely magnificent.”
“Oh man, I was so exhausted that I barely remember what I said.”
“I love how you’re able to be funny and hot and cute all at the same time. It’s a breath of fresh air, and every time I think about it I’m reminded all over again of why I married you.”
“You’re too sweet. How’s everything going over there?”
“It’s being… tough. I know I’m doing good work, but it is exhausting. I’ll be honest, I’d rather not think about it while I’m on the phone with you. What’s going on with you?”
“I got an ultrasound this morning, and the baby is a healthy boy! Apparently it’s the size of a bell pepper now. I’m starting to feel some movements, which is exciting! After our appointment, the Popes brought me by the nursery they’re getting ready, and it looks so cute. They’re going to be such great dads.”
“I can totally see that. They must be so excited to meet the baby!”
“They really are. They’re actually coming over to your grandparents’ place for Thanksgiving dinner. I’m going to miss you not being there!”
“I’m definitely wishing I could be sitting at that table. Make sure to have some of the sweet potato pie for me!”
“I promise. Next weekend, I’m going to need to start applying for Bachelor’s programs, since I’ll get my Associate’s Degree this spring. I’m really enjoying my statistics classes; I think I might apply to places with good math programs.”
“You are so brilliant, and I know you’ll succeed wherever you end up. How is Nia?”
“She is growing like a weed! She’s gotten so talkative, too.” I spent the next half hour gushing about our daughter, and Christopher just listened. When he eventually had to go, I wished him a happy Thanksgiving.
~~~
A couple weeks after Thanksgiving, I took Nia to a winter carnival. She had a fun time meeting Santa, cutting a paper snowflake, and decorating a gingerbread man. I wore a red sweater dress that I felt really cute in, and I told Christopher about the whole afternoon the next time we spoke. “But seriously, that dress was so soft and comfortable! It had a scoop neck and a cabled pattern, which made me feel so chic.”
“I’d have loved to see you in it, Patricia. Can you send me a photo?”
I scrolled through my phone, realizing that for all the pictures I’d taken of Nia, there wasn’t one of me. “I’ll do you one better. Hop onto your computer in about ten minutes and I’ll show you.”
Ten minutes later, I’d changed back into the dress and figured out how to start a livestream. I sat at the foot of the bed facing the camera, took a deep breath, and clicked the button to go live. A moment later, I saw that I had one live viewer, WareHouse97. I blew a kiss to the camera and waved, saying “With all my love to Eartha Kitt…” here goes! I started to sing, “Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me. Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.” I worked my way through all eight verses, doing my best to stay focused on the song even as I noticed a few other users join the livestream.
After I finished the song, I got a message in the chat from Christopher’s username: “Dress looks amazing, and I loved your singing! Need to sign off, but we should do this again sometime <3 ”
I was about to sign off when I got a message from a different user: “Hey gorgeous, I wanna give you something else to try on. Where can I send it to? ”
The question caught me off-guard. I certainly didn’t want to give out my home address, so I went to the post office website and quickly bought a PO box. “If you want to send me something, you can send it here,” I said as I pasted the mailing address in the chat. “Well, I need to be going, but it was so lovely to see you all. Good night!”
~~~
The next several weeks were a whirlwind of final exams, papers, and holiday gatherings. On top of all that, Nia was becoming a very opinionated toddler, and prenatal checkups were every other week. The baby was apparently the size of a pineapple, but I felt (and looked!) like I was carrying a watermelon around my midsection. Before I knew it, I was halfway into January! I woke up with a start one morning, realizing it had been weeks since I’d checked the PO box I had set up in December. I had other errands I needed to run, but I stopped by the post office first to see if anyone had sent anything in. To my shock and amazement, there were almost a dozen different packages! After I ran all my other errands, I brought the packages into my bedroom to make an unboxing video. I got everything situated and hit record.
“I want to thank all of you lovely people so much. I just checked my PO box and was astounded by how many of you had sent me gifts! I can’t wait to see what’s inside.” I opened the first package, which contained a teal push-up bra with a lacy butterfly pattern. “Ooh, this looks fancy,” I said, checking the tag, “and it’s actually my size! Could you guess that just by watching my videos?” I asked, blushing a little. I pulled off the sweater and nude bra I had been wearing so that I could try on my new gift, but I left my yoga pants on. “Wow, it’s really comfortable,” I said, clasping it in the back. “There’s a lot of padding; I feel like my boobs look enormous right now.” I turned from side to side, looking at myself in the mirror and showing off for the camera. “I love it, thank you so much!” I blew a kiss to the camera.
The next package had a vibrator wand in it. After waddling around the bedroom trying to find a free outlet, I finally plugged it in and unraveled the cord so I could get in frame to try it out. I draped myself across the bed, propping myself up on my left elbow and holding the wand in my right hand. I turned it on and was surprised by how intense it was. I brought it down to the gentlest setting and rested it on my thigh to get used to the sensation. “Oh!” I exclaimed when the vibrator first touched the fabric of my yoga pants. Nervous and excited, I waited a moment before slowly sliding it up toward my clitoris. I inhaled sharply when I found the right spot, caught off-guard by how quickly the stimulation built within me. I felt myself getting wet before I could even say anything. “Oh. Oh-oh wow. I’m-wow. That’s-” I breathed heavily, adjusting the positioning of the wand slightly. “This is so fast! I’m actually about to-” I gasped and let out a slow, shuddering breath. I adjusted the wand again, hoping to make my orgasm last as long as possible. I shut off the vibrator and lay down for a moment to catch my breath. The baby started moving around, kicking and elbowing me like crazy, which made me chuckle and wince at the same time. A minute or so later, I sat back up and turned toward the camera. “Wow, that was incredibly intense. I don’t know if you can see it on camera, but the baby is kicking a ton.” I traced my finger over my belly to help soothe him.
Once the kicking had subsided, I slipped out of my wet yoga pants and underwear, tossing them into the laundry, so I was just wearing the new bra. Fortuitously, the next package was a lacy black lingerie dress. I struggled to slip it on, wondering whether it was designed for pregnant bodies. Despite the tight fit, I did manage to pull it over my huge belly and my butt, but it only covered about an inch of my thighs. I posed for the camera, doing a slow turn to show it off.
The next package contained an intimidatingly large dildo with rainbow stripes, complete with a purple scrotum. My eyes widened, thankful that I was pre-lubricated from my orgasm. “This… is big. I’ll give it a shot, but I don’t know how much I can fit inside me.” When I sat down, I didn’t even need to slide the dress up in order to have full access to my vagina. I gently slid the red tip in, sliding to orange without much difficulty. I worked the dildo back and forth for a few minutes before the yellow stripe touched my labia, but it got easier as I went. My toes clenched when I was finally able to reach green, slowly working it back and forth in bigger and bigger strokes. My breathing became heavier and heavier until I was almost hyperventilating, edging ever closer to climax. Just as the edge of the blue stripe touched my labia, I couldn’t hold it off any longer. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and moaned, feeling my muscles clenching repeatedly around the dildo. When I was able to catch my breath, I slowly withdrew the dildo and set it to the side.
“Ok, I know I’ve only gotten through half of these, but I am absolutely spent. I will set the others aside and open them next weekend. It’s been… lovely.” I said in a bit of a daze. I gave a weak wave to the camera before ending the video. I uploaded it and collapsed onto my bed.
~~~
The following weekend, I dropped Nia off at her grandparents so I could focus on studying. After a few hours of focused work, I noticed my mind drifting to the unopened packages in my closet and decided I had earned a break. I set up my camera, grabbed two unopened packages from the closet, and started recording.
“Hey there, handsomes. I want to thank you again for all the presents you sent me! I can’t stay for long, but I promised I would say hello this weekend and open up a couple more.” I started to open up the first package, which was relatively light. I unraveled a garment of red lingerie. It looked like it was a flowy shirt or mini dress, but it had a slit going up the front to show off the belly. I turned my back to the camera and slowly started undressing, sliding my sweatpants down to my ankles and pulling off my tank top, so I was just wearing my panties. I then slipped on the night shirt, which parted in the middle for my large belly. I turned around slowly to face the camera, caressing my belly slowly. “What do you think?” I did a little dance to show it off, then I chuckled and blushed, realizing how silly I looked.
Trying to push aside my embarrassment, I opened up the other package. It contained a rabbit-style vibrator, which was much more slender than either the wand or the dildo I’d tried out the previous week. “Ooh, thank you for the present. I’m excited to try it!” I pressed the power button, enjoying the fact that it was battery-powered and arrived already charged. I adjusted the intensity of the vibration to something manageable and touched the head of the toy to my vulva. “Oh, this is nice.” I wasn’t wet enough to slide it inside me, so I moved the tip around, getting used to the sensation and warming myself up. It wasn’t long before I felt myself starting to get heated. “Alright, let’s see what you can do.” I took off my panties and gently slid the shaft inside my vagina, working it back and forth so that it was fully lubricated. When I slid it in all the way, the side part touched my clitoris and my jaw DROPPED. The sensation was absolutely unreal, and I honestly forgot I was recording myself. I sat, slack-jawed, and slowly moved the vibrator back and forth. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “This is my new favorite. Oooh, this feels good.” I felt like I should be saying more to the camera, but I was too absorbed by the vibrator to say anything else coherent. I felt myself getting warmer, edging ever closer to orgasm. I bit down on my lip and squeezed tighter on the vibrator. “Oh! Yes! Yes! Mmmm. Yes!” I exclaimed as I finally climaxed. I withdrew the vibrator and shut it off. I grinned lazily at the camera as I caught my breath. “Well. That was a ride. Thank you all for watching. I look forward to coming back soon.”
~~~
I posted a few pictures over the next few weeks to keep my followers engaged (their numbers had been growing even faster than my belly!) but I wasn’t able to record another video until Valentine’s Day. My afternoon class was canceled and Nia was still out with her grandparents, so I had the place to myself for a little while. Wanting to seize the moment, I grabbed my remaining unopened packages out of the closet, set up my phone, and started recording. “Hello again to all you lovely valentines. I’ve missed spending time with you. I have four more gifts I’ve received from you that I’m going to open today.” As I was talking, I tore open the first package. It was a matching purple lace bra and panty set. “How gorgeous!” I slipped out of my sweats and pulled on the lingerie. I struck a few poses, showing off my 31-week belly, before opening the next package. It was an egg-shaped vibrator that, based on the description on the box, was meant for the clitoris instead of the vagina. I clicked it on and started rubbing it over my panties. “Ooh, this feels nice. It’s getting hard to reach down there, but I think I can still get the job done,” I said with a wink. As I felt myself getting warmer and wetter, I picked up the next package with my free hand. Not wanting to interrupt the sensation, I tore the plastic bag open with my teeth. Inside was a bullet vibrator and a remote control. “Oh man. I have ideas for this gift. I don’t think I’ll have time for it today, but believe me that you will be seeing this in a future video.” The last package was in a cardboard box, so I couldn’t exactly tear it open with my teeth. I slipped the vibrator inside my new panties and started grinding against a pillow to keep it at the right pressure and position. When I opened the box, it contained a clitoral suction. I wasn’t able to use both toys at the same time, so I set aside the vibrator in order to try out the suction toy. As soon as I moved it into position my cheeks turned bright pink. “Now this is something else. It’s like… um…” I trailed off, unable to find whatever words I was looking for as I got too aroused to concentrate, before finishing the sentence with “really… good.” I wasn’t even aware in the moment of how silly I sounded; I was so consumed by my approaching climax. “Oh, yes. Yes! Oh my god.” I sat, bathed in pleasure, as the orgasm washed over my body in waves.
~~~
Over the next two months, I continued to post photos and videos whenever I could. Raising a toddler while working toward a degree was exhausting, but my OnlyFans income supplemented Christopher’s army pay enough that I didn’t need to pick up a part-time job, which was a relief. The day before my due date, I was completely overcome by a nesting instinct and felt compelled to spend the day cleaning the entire house while Nia played on the living room carpet. A couple of hours in, I realized that the abdominal cramps I had initially brushed off were, in fact, contractions. My first thought was to call Brad & Greg, but I held off, knowing that active labor was still hours away. Instead, I decided to start livestreaming, since I could leave the door open and keep an eye on Nia.
“Hello there, handsomes!” I said into the camera a few minutes later. “I am starting to go into labor, so I wanted you to get one last look at my pregnant belly.” I slipped off the loose t-shirt I had been wearing, but I left my bra and yoga pants on. I turned to the side to show off my belly, which had grown at least as big as it had been with Nia. Instead of taking out one of the sex toys, I just started talking to the camera, responding to comments and questions as they came through in the chat. When I had my next contraction, I paused mid-sentence to close my eyes focus on breathing. I was surprised when I opened my eyes to see that several viewers had sent tips. Interesting. About fifteen minutes later, when I was showing my hospital bag and talking about what all I had packed, another contraction came, and even more tips came through. “Huh, you guys really want me to stick around! I need to step away, but I’ll be back for more in about half an hour. See you then!”
I ended the stream and put Nia down for her nap. Before I started the stream again, I changed into the lacy black lingerie dress I’d been sent by one of my fans. “Hello again, lovelies. I hope you like my outfit! In case anyone just joined, I’m answering questions from the chat while I wait for labor to progress. Currently I’m in early labor, and my contractions are ten to twelve minutes apart. Once they get closer together, I’ll need to end the stream and go have a baby!” I was surprised by how many questions I got on the stream, and I had a genuinely nice time engaging with the chat. Every time another contraction hit, I would get a flurry of tips. After one of the contractions, I adjusted my position to try and alleviate the pressure. As I moved, I felt a wet gush between my legs. “Oh! My water just broke!” I tried to hide my embarrassment to the stream, but the reassuring messages that flowed in told me I hid nothing. My embarrassment started to be replaced by excitement as tips continued to flow in. I wrote out a text to Brad, Greg, and my ugogo telling them that I was in labor and ready to head to the hospital, but I hesitated before sending it. Every minute I stayed on stream I was making money. The next contraction was sooner and more painful than I was expecting. When I was able to un-clench my eyes, I realized that I’d hit send. Brad said he and Greg were on their way over to pick me up, and my ugogo said she would be here in ten minutes to watch Nia. I turned back to the stream, saying “Okay, everybody! It’s been wonderful, but I really need to go now. Wish me luck!”
Brad and Greg arrived first, but they waited until my ugogo arrived to watch Nia before the three of us drove to the hospital. The next hour or so was a flurry of hospital intake activity, but soon enough I was in a gown, pacing my hospital room. I was already eight centimeters dilated, with contractions coming every five or six minutes. As I paced, I remembered my previous labor, when my umkhulu had taught me a traditional Zulu prayer to try and take my mind off the pain. I started chanting it under my breath, and it actually felt like it eased the pain a little. I chatted with Brad for a little while, and Greg helped me through a problem set I’d packed in my hospital bag. It was hard to focus on statistics with contractions coming every three to four minutes, but Greg did a great job of encouraging me and making sure I understood the material.
“Ok, I’m feeling a strong urge to push. Can you get someone?”
Brad left and came back with the obstetrician, Dr. Field.
“Trish, you’re doing a great job,” she said, smiling. “Can I take a look at you?”
I laid back on the hospital bed and spread my legs for her.
After a moment of feeling around inside me, she said “Yup, you’re absolutely right; you are ready to start pushing. The next time a contraction hits, I want you to tuck your chin, curl your body forward, and push.”
The contraction came a minute later in a surge of pain down my back and abdomen. I did my best to push through it, letting out a deep yell as a did.
“Fantastic,” said Dr. Field, “the baby is starting to crown. Keep it up!”
As I continued to push with each contraction, I squeezed Brad’s hand with my right hand and Greg’s hand with my left. Rivulets of sweat dripped down my face, and I screamed with each contraction.
“One more, Trish, you’re almost there,” said Dr. Field. I pushed with everything I had left in me, and there was sudden relief from the intense pain. “And he’s out!” In one swift motion, Dr. Field lifted the baby, wiped off his face, and placed him on my chest. I began to cry from the relief. I looked over at the two new dads, and they were both sobbing for joy. I let out a sigh, proud of the gift I had given them.
This was literally meant to just be a quick one shot, but I've already started writing a follow up/part 2. So please let me know if you enjoy this and I might submit the next part!
Written by @pregnancyismykink :)
**
“I think we should start heading to the hospital now,” Jason suggests, cringing a little as his mate’s stomach contorts with a contraction.
Leo lets out a breath, dropping his head back to the couch, shaking his head. “The doctor said only when the contractions are a few minutes apart. It’s been 10 minutes since the last one.”
Leo stays still, his belly poking out from him, sitting low in his lap. The last few weeks have been rough, on both of them, and he’s just ready to get it over with.
Jason’s brows pinch together, concern written all over his face.
Leo huffs a breath, one hand under his heavy belly and the other reaching for Jason. “It’ll be ok. We’ve made it this far.”
Jason takes the outstretched hand, sitting on the couch next to Leo and kissing over his shoulder. “I know, I’m just worried.”
Leo huffs again, his brows pinching together as he tries to adjust himself, but then he settles, leaning into the offered kiss. “You’re always worried. We’ll be fine.”
***
Several hours later, Leo regrets his decisions. He’s still on the couch, but his back is aching something fierce and the heat pad isn’t helping anymore. His belly was tight, the stretch marks stark against his skin, and even Jason’s careful rubbing with lotion couldn’t help.
Another contraction hits him and he groans, clenching his fist into the throw pillow next to him, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. Five minutes. It had been five minutes.
“Jason,” Leo breathes, trying to take some deep breaths. “It’s time to go.”
Jason, though he tries to hide it, deflates in relief. “Okay. Okay, the bags are in the car. Car seat is already there. Let me help you up.”
Leo just nods, both hands rubbing circles on the sides of his large belly. At least he already had comfortable clothes on. Gray sweatpants that had once been too big for him now fit him like a glove, and an oversized sweatshirt that barely hid the large swell of his middle.
Jason stepped closer, wrapping his hands under Leo’s armpits, and braced himself for Leo’s weight. Leo groaned as they shifted, all of the weight that had been sitting on his lap now pulling on his back, making him arch.
“Careful,” Jason murmured, kissing Leo’s creased forehead. He then wrapped an arm around Leo’s waist, and they made the slow walk to the front door. The stairs were a daunting task, and Leo wanted to cry when he took the first step and felt a sharp pain shoot down his back.
“It hurts. Fuck, it hurts.”
Jason frowned in sympathy, his hand rubbing small circles on Leo’s back, waiting patiently for Leo to start moving again.
“I’m here. Just take your time.”
Leo gripped the handrail, his knuckles white from the grip. He could feel his hips widening, could feel the massive bowling ball of his baby sitting already so low in his hips. Maybe they really should’ve left sooner.
He turned to Jason and nodded, bracing himself for the next few steps. He kept his hand on the handrail, his other in Jason’s as he stepped down, grunting with each step, until finally they were down, on solid ground.
“I can’t wait to be able to feel my body again,” Leo said, a hand under his belly and the other on his lower back. He waddled towards the car, smiling as Jason opened the door for him, and then took a deep breath before getting into the car, relieved to be sitting down again.
Jason, without asking, presses the lever to lean the seat back, making it at least a little bit more comfortable. Leo thanks him with a kiss, not refusing as Jason buckled him into the car.
He breathed slowly as he waited, rubbing smooth circles over his belly under his jacket, needing that skin contact.
“We’re going to meet you real soon,” he said softly, smiling down at his belly. 9 months and 2 weeks, already past his due date, Leo was ready.
The car started and Leo looked up, letting himself watch Jason as he pulled out of the driveway, his focus only on the road. He was always so careful, so perfect.
“I love you.”
Jason smiles, merging onto the road and then reaching over to press a hand on Leo’s belly. “I love you both. So much.”
Leo lets himself relax as much as he can.
***
The car ride ends up being one from hell. The hospital was already a good hour from the house, but now as Jason pulls to a halt on the interstate, Leo realizes they’re in trouble.
“What’s going on?”
Jason shakes his head, looking out the window. “I don’t know but traffic is backed up as far as I can see.”
Leo groans, another contraction hitting him and Jason leans back into the car, his face crumpled in worry. “I can try to turn around and take the back way, but it’ll add 30 minutes.”
Leo shudders as the contraction ends, his legs opening up a little. He feels cramped in the car, unable to spread out like he wants. “Too long,” is all he can manage as his stomach cramps again.
He white-knuckles the door handle, breathing softly through the pain before relaxing back, his eyes closing.
“You know, my brother was born in my parents car.” He meant it to lighten the mood, but Jason looked scared out of his mind.
Leo reached across the console, gripping Jason’s fumbling fingers. “Hey, it’s ok. People have been doing this for years without help. I got this.” At least, he really hoped he did.
***
*Wreck on the interstate, blocking exits all the way north. If you’re going to the hospital, your best bet is exit 148*
Jason grumbles, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel impatiently, watching the stand still of cars in front of him.
Leo gasps, lifting a foot to rest on the dashboard, spreading his legs as much as he could. The baby was coming any minute now.
“Jason,” he gasps out, his head falling back against the headrest. “Help me get my pants off.”
“Shit. Are you sure? Can’t you…I don’t know, hold it or something?”
Leo turned a glare at Jason and Jason sighed, unbuckling and putting the car in park. “You’re right. Stupid question.”
Jason reached across the console, lifting Leo’s sweatshirt up so he could see the waistband of the sweats digging into his hips. They were comfortable at home when he could lay down and relax, but cooped up in the car, they were digging in painfully.
“Okay, I got you,” Jason whispers, his fingers pulling on the waistband and down. Leo grabbed the overhead handle, carefully lifting his hips and the pants are suddenly gone, no longer squeezing him.
He signs in relief, kicking the pants the rest of the way off and putting his foot back up on the dashboard. “Thank you.”
Jason nods, brushing his fingers through Leo’s short curls, unable to do anything but watch as Leo breathed slowly.
Leo felt the cramp building, felt his belly tighten and he winced, closing his eyes and breathing through the pain, pushing a hand between his legs to feel his hole. The movement must’ve jostled something because he felt a pop and then a sudden rush of fluids past his fingers.
He opened his eyes, looking at his fingers. “Holy shit. My water just broke.”
“Shit,” echoed Jason. He reached back into the backseat for a towel they kept in the car, putting it under Leo as much as he could. “Do you want me to call 911?”
Leo shook his head. He’d always dreamed of having an unassisted birth, especially recently. He wanted to just have the intimacy of only him and Jason. But Jason had been too scared so he’d at least agreed to a hospital birth with a doula. But now it didn’t matter.
“No. I can do this. This is what I wanted anyway,” he says, putting his hand back between his legs and letting it sit there.
***
It took another 30 minutes for cars to start turning around. Cars blocked the sides of the road, blocked the passage for any other cars trying to get out, and soon the highway was a cluster fuck of cars trying to get out of the traffic. They were well and truly stuck now.
Leo groaned softly through another contraction, only seconds apart now, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. He could feel it.
“Do you need anything? Water?” Jason, bless his heart, was trying his best to be accommodating given the situation.
“Water,” Leo answered, his head falling back to the headrest again, adjusting his legs to open wider. His hips ached so much and he couldn’t do anything but lean the seat back a little more. He hadn’t exactly planned on giving birth on his back like this.
Jason passed the water bottle over and Leo took a few sips, sighing as the cool liquid cooled his throat. He had to stay hydrated.
“I need to get this jacket off,” he mumbled, shifting his hips a little to relieve the pressure. “Help me. Please.”
Jason obliged, reaching over and lifting the sweatshirt up over Leo’s swollen middle, then up and over his head, putting it in the backseat.
“You okay?”
Leo nodded, feeling better now that he wasn’t so smothered. The shirt he had on was loose enough to give him breathing room at least. He pulled it up over his belly, revealing his naked middle and sighed, rubbing a hand over the side of it.
“I don’t think I ever realized how big I was.”
Jason huffed a laugh, reaching across to put a hand on top of Leo’s. “You asked me every morning for months if I thought you looked like a beached whale.”
“Yeah, true,” Leo said, smiling softly. His hormones had been killer in his second trimester. Crying over the most mundane stuff, starting arguments over stupid shit, then going right back to crying. He felt bad for Jason for having to deal with it.
“It just looks bigger now. Especially cramped up in the car like this.” Another contraction starts up and he breaths through, keeping himself as calm as possible.
“Do you want to move into the back seat? You’ll at least have some more room.”
Leo looked in the back, seeing the bags and the car seat, and shook his head. “I don’t think I could get back there even if I wanted to.”
He traced one of the stretch marks on the side of his belly, seeing the stark red against his lighter skin. He didn’t hate them, but they were itchy most days. He’d learned the hard way that he needed to put lotion on before bed every night.
His belly contracted under his hand and he hissed, humming out a breath as slow as possible to keep himself calm. If he panicked, everything would go to shit.
“Jason,” Leo started, his fingers clenched in the seat. “I need you to check me. Like we practiced.”
Jason looked horrified.
“Hey, it’s ok,” Leo said softly, reaching across. “It won’t hurt. You can do this.”
Jason shook his head, running a hand through his already unruly hair. “You know, when we did that, I didn’t think I would actually have to…you know.”
Leo huffed, shifting his hips again at the pressure starting to build. “You’ve had your fingers up my ass hundreds of times. Why is this any different?”
Jason choked on a cough, giving Leo an exasperated glare. “This is different and you know it.”
Leo shook his head, unable to keep the smile from creeping up over his lips. “Not really. You’ll just go a little deeper this time.”
Jason laughed incredulously, turning back to the traffic and watching people wander around. The traffic was completely backed up, and there was no other option.
“Fine. But you owe me dinner later.”
Leo mustered up a grin. “Deal.”
Jason shifted, leaning across the seat and Leo braced himself, dropping a leg so Jason could see.
Jason, carefully, moved Leo’s small limp cock up and pressed two fingers into Leo’s hole, pushing up until he could find the cervix.
His eyes grew wide and Leo watched him pull back. “What is it?”
Jason wiped his hand off on the towel and shook his head. “You’re already at 10 centimeters.”
Leo looked at him in disbelief. “It’s only been a few hours. There’s no way.”
Jason nodded, shock and disbelief written on his face. “I know. The doctor said the first one could take several hours. I expected it to take longer.”
Leo groaned, leaning back against the seat. That explained why the pressure kept growing. And why he couldn’t find a comfortable position to be in.
Jason ran his fingers through Leo’s hair again, wiping away the sweat gathered on his forehead. “You got this. I trust you.”
Leo felt his heart swell, hearing Jason utter those words. He knew it of course, knew Jason trusted him. But hearing it, that was so much better.
“I can do this.”
***
He felt like he needed to poop. And like he needed to be in a different position. He couldn’t sit like this anymore.
“Jason, help me turn on my side.”
Jason didn’t even argue, holding onto Leo’s arm and pulling when Leo nodded. Leo groaned, his heavy belly shifting to the side and hitting the console. It was a tight fit, but it already felt a million times better as he lifted a leg to push against the dashboard.
In this position, he could reach his hole a little easier, and he pressed two fingers in, feeling anxious. If something went wrong…
“Hey, you’re ok. Just breathe.”
Leo blinked up at Jason and Jason smiled, brushing a hand over Leo’s forehead. “I know you as well as you know me. You’re worried, but you got this.”
Leo blinked back tears, still not used to being understood so well.
“I got this.”
Jason nodded, encouraging.
Leo felt the tightening in his middle, felt the band wrap around him and force down, his hips widening impossibly more.
“I need to push,” he gasps out, his hand fumbling for Jason’s. Jason finds him halfway and squeezes, holding his hand with one and rubbing his shoulder with the other.
Leo braced his leg against the dashboard, shifting the other under him as much as he could, and then gave an experimental push. Nothing happened and he breathed, still holding Jason’s hand tight.
With the next contraction, he pushed harder, baring down. This time, he felt his body responding, the bowling ball in his hips moving slowly through him. Slick leaked out of him, preparing the way and he groaned, letting go of the push.
“This may take a while.”
Jason huffed a laugh, squeezing Leo’s hand again. “We have a little while.”
Leo wanted to laugh at that, but he couldn’t. Not as another contraction came and he found himself grunting through another push.
“Hoooo mmmm,” he groaned, his stomach tightening. His thighs trembled with the force of his push, and as he reached 10 in his head he let go, feeling the massive head sitting lower now.
He reached back again, feeling his hole. It was still small, but as he pressed his fingers in further, he felt the top of his baby’s head.
“Holy shit.”
Jason saw what he was doing and smiled, putting a kiss on Leo’s forehead. “Feel them?”
Leo nods, leaving his fingers there as he pushes again, feeling himself stretch around it. Some more slick leaks out past his fingers and he grimaces.
“We’re gonna need to clean the car after this.”
Jason laughed softly, watching Leo labor. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle it.”
Leo adjusts again, bending one leg up under him as much as possible. He wanted to squat, to be on his hands and knees.
He moves to tell Jason exactly that but another contraction tightens his middle, making him groan. He waits this one out, too uncomfortable to push just yet.
As it passes, the pressure falling away, he asks Jason for help once more. Jason obliges and helps him up, getting his legs under him, facing the back of the car now, leaning down on the seat. His belly sinks low between his legs, but he feels like he can spread his legs a bit more, his hips craving the release.
The baby must feel the same way because another contraction comes and Leo holds the headrest as he pushes, squatting down low, feeling the baby shifting ever lower.
Slick squirts out of him, pushing out of his hole and Jason grabs another towel, pressing it against Leo’s hole.
Leo thanks him softly, relaxing back onto his heels. The pressure is back almost instantly and Leo grunts as he pushes hard, clenching his fingers into the fabric of the seat as he felt his hole beginning to stretch.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes as he lets up, resting his head on his arm.
Jason keeps the towel pressed against his hole, providing that gentle pressure Leo had taught him.
Leo just breathed for a few minutes, letting his body adjust, even if it was uncomfortable. His hips stretched, his lower back screaming at him, and his thighs ached, but he could do this. He was ready to meet his baby.
He gave himself three more seconds in his head before pushing again, shoving back against Jason’s hand. “Ngghh Ahh Ahh,” he gasped, feeling the burn of his hole finally stretching.
He let go of the push, feeling his baby inch back in. Jason cleaned him up a little, pulling the towel away to check Leo’s progress.
“I see them. They’re right there.”
Leo wished he could see, wanted to watch as his baby came out.
“Can you set up the camera? I want to watch it later.”
Jason did as asked, setting the phone up on the door so it was facing Leo. Leo turned his head a little so he could see.
His hole looked red and angry, stretching slightly. Slick leaked out at a steady stream, coating his hole and thighs, and he sighed.
As the next contraction came, he bore down on it, watching the camera the whole time, watching the way his hole spread ever so slowly around the heavy bulge there. His hole pushed out with it, the skin tighter and harder to stretch.
As he ran out of breath, he watched the bulge fall back, leaving just the top of the baby’s head peeking through.
“A head full of hair on that one,” Jason said, pressing a hand under Leo’s tiny cock and balls, moving it out of the way. Not even the brush of his hand there made Leo feel aroused. Before, when he’d entered his third trimester, it had only taken a brush of Jason’s hand or his tongue pressing against the tip to make him come.
Now though, he didn’t care. He just wanted to get his baby out safely and without issue.
“Keep your hand there,” Leo instructs, his voice scratchy but still lucid.
Jason nodded, keeping his hand pressed between the underside of Leo’s balls and the rim of Leo’s hole. To keep him from tearing.
His stomach tightened, pushing down again and he pushed, once again watching the camera. His hole stretched wider this time, the rim widening around the head of his baby.
He almost cried when he let go and the head fell right back again.
Several more times he pushed, watching the camera as his hole widened and shrunk, bulging and then shrinking. Even with Jason’s fingers pulling slightly on his rim, the stretch was slow going.
“It’s ok Leo. Just rest for a second,” Jason said softly, running his unoccupied hand over the small of Leo’s back.
Leo felt frustrated for sure, feeling like he’d made no progress at all. Even with the slick making the way easier, it was too tight.
“I need you to stretch me out,” Leo said, shifting his legs a little.
Jason frowned but did as asked, pulling the towel away so he could see Leo’s abused hole. Leo felt Jason’s fingers pressing on his rim and he groaned, taking a deep breath before pushing.
His eyes clenched shut, his body tensing as he pushed as hard as he could, feeling Jason’s fingers pushing in past the head and pulling a little to stretch his too tight rim.
He cries out when Jason pulls harder. The stretch burns terribly, feeling like it’ll tear any second.
“Stop, stop, it hurts.”
Jason’s fingers still immediately and Leo sags in relief.
“You okay?”
Leo nods, breathing heavily. This was harder than he’d expected. He’d watched videos of course, of other omegas posting their births online, and while none of them had been stuck in cars, they had all made it look so much easier than this. Had made it seem simple.
“I’m okay,” he breaths out. “I’m okay.”
His hole stretches as he breaths, gravity at least working with him now. The head of his baby sat so low, the top of its head peeking through his stretched hole. Jason spreads some slick around Leo’s rim, massaging the area.
Leo, tired and aching, pushes again. His hole stretches slowly over the large head of his baby, skin going white at the stretch. He watches it, watches himself stretch around his little miracle, and then he lets go, taking another deep breath.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
Leo just groaned in answer, his stomach cramping harder. He pushes again and again, giving up on trying to watch the camera now. His hips throbbing, his baby still sitting right there. He pushes again, this time holding it longer, his fingers white knuckled around the shoulders of the seat.
“That’s it baby, I can see more of the head!” Jason’s voice is drowned out by the screams.
“AaaaaAAAHAAHHHH,” Leo cries out, everything hurting as his ass stretches impossibly further, the burn building more and more.
Jason presses down on his rim again, probing and pressing the skin around their baby’s head and Leo wants to cry.
The camera pulls his attention again and he can see the head bulging out of him, stuck now. At least it wasn’t falling back in when he stopped pushing.
He shifted, putting a hand between his legs to feel his baby’s head and he sobbed, feeling the thick hair matted with fluids and blood.
“That’s our baby,” he sobs, keeping his hand between his legs.
Jason nods, his own voice wet as he responds. “It is. That’s our baby.”
Leo can’t believe it, can’t believe how close he is to meeting his perfect little baby. With renewed vigor, he pushes again, baring down into his hand, feeling the head moving ever so slowly.
It still burns, his skin stretching tighter and tighter, but he breathes through the pain as he pauses, letting his body adjust before going again.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” Jason encourages, his hand behind Leo’s on the baby’s head. Leo grits his teeth, his toes curling as he pushes again, feeling the head emerging more and more.
“I see the forehead. One more big push and the head will be out. You can do it.”
Leo breathed, his chest heaving, but he counted to three, took a deep breath, and pushed harder than he had before.
The head stretches, pulls, bulges out of him more, more, more, and just as he’s about to give up, it pops past his rim and Leo gasps, his hips twitching at the sudden release of pressure.
“Oh my god,” he sobs, his hand still between his legs. He could feel the little nose, the ears, the head full of hair.
Jason laughs wetly, his eyes watering too as he reaches between Leo’s legs, checking the baby’s neck for the cord.
“God I love you so much,” Jason breathes.
Leo can’t stop crying, his chest heaving as he feels his child. “I want…let me catch…”
Jason nods, understanding despite the hiccuped words.
Leo adjusts himself one more time, reaching both hands between his legs now. He feels the head still hanging between his legs and grits his teeth as he pushes again.
The shoulders press up against his pained rim and he screams, the stretch more than the head had been.
“Mmmmm fuuuuck,” he groans on the end of his push, feeling the baby’s shoulders so close now.
“You’re almost there Leo. You’re so close,” Jason said, his hand on the small of Leo’s back.
Leo ignored him, adjusted his grip on his baby and pushed again, pulling at the same time. He groans, his rim stretches, and he gives one big push and pull, the baby coming out in a rush of fluids.
His whole body jerks at the release, slick and blood leaking out of him as he pulls his perfect, screaming little boy up to his chest.
“Oh my god,” he cried, his hands shaking as he took the towel from Jason, wrapping it over his new screaming baby boy.
Jason digs into the middle console for a knife, pinching off the cord with something and then cutting it, but Leo was too focused on the pink skinned infant in his hands.
“Jason, he’s perfect.”
Jason moved to see, his own larger hand coming up to cup their son’s head, a slight tremble in his fingers.
“He really, really is.” Jason was choked up, his words coming out raspy.
Leo wrapped the towel around their son, rubbing his back softly, soothing his cries until he falls quiet, content to lay against his papa’s chest.
“You did so good,” Jason said, kissing Leo’s forehead.
Leo grinned, his body still aching but he ignored it, too fascinated with their son to notice.
A horn sounded off to the side and then another one behind them, and Jason looked up to see traffic was finally moving again.
He wiped his face, getting back into his seat, and moved the car forward, heading for the hospital. Leo shifted enough to get rid of the soiled towel underneath him and turned around to sit in the seat, hissing at the pain in his ass. He didn’t care that it didn’t happen like he’d wanted it to, he was just glad his baby was here.
**
*Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you*
Jason’s voice rumbled through the room, the voices of their family and friends echoing the words as they sang to Leo and Jason’s son, Luke.
Two whole years had passed since that fateful day, and Leo still laughed about it every time he told the story. Jason had mentioned they should name him Carson but that idea was shot down immediately by everyone.
Luke clapped his chubby little hands, loving the attention as always. His mop of curls over his head looked too similar to Leo’s and he didn’t even want to think about all the trouble he’d had this morning trying to get them to lay down.
Jason blows out the candle, putting it on Luke’s tray.
“Dig in kiddo.”
Luke had no issues with that idea. He dug his fingers into the thick icing, bringing it to his mouth and laughing when everyone clapped.
Jason looked over, catching Leo’s eye and winked, licking some icing off his finger before coming over.
“It’s a good thing he really likes cake,” Jason said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to Leo and smiling as he dropped a hand to Leo’s once again swollen middle.
They’d decided a two year difference would be perfect, despite how much they both wanted more kids almost immediately after Luke was born. But they knew they needed to be smart about it, to spread it out so they didn’t have too many young kids to care for.
Leo grinned, watching his son throw cake onto the floor, Leo’s mom dutifully cleaning it up.
“He takes after me it seems,” Leo said fondly, leaning his head to rest on Jason’s side. Being pregnant and having a two year old wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he still wouldn’t give it up for anything.
“How about giving him a brother to play with, hmm?”
Leo laughed softly, rubbing a hand over his belly, feeling a kick against his ribs. “Or a little sister he can dote on.”
Jason nods, his eyes bright as he drops a hand to Leo’s back, rubbing small circles there. “Either works. As long as they’re healthy and happy.”
Leo agrees. He’d wanted at least two more, maybe three if he was lucky.
He watched his mom take away the ruined cake, moving it to the table now to keep it away from the messy toddler. Luke didn’t fight it, too busy playing in the mess of icing in front of him and on his little belly.
“You get bath duty tonight,” Leo says, smiling softly.
Jason huffs a laugh, pinching Leo’s back softly. “I get bath duty every night.”
Leo laughed, rubbing his hand over the constant little kicks in his ribs. “I have to carry them for nine months. You can handle them for their nighttime routine.”
Jason sighs, moving his hand up to the back of Leo’s neck and squeezing lightly.
“You’re right, I can handle it.” Jason leans down a little, placing small kisses over Leo’s temple, cheek and forehead, making Leo chuckle.
“For now though, we should probably get our child before he really ruins our floors.”
Jason looks up just in time to see Luke throw a handful of icing across the room and groans, standing from his spot. “Maybe we should put him into sports.”
Leo laughs, watching Jason pick up their filthy child, both of their eyes bright as Jason tickled him, blowing raspberries on Luke’s little belly. Leo looked down lovingly at his stomach, the kicks finally subsiding.
He couldn’t wait to do it all again, and to build their family more and more.
This was just fun to write. It's pretty much just a continuation of this story. Written by @pregnancyismykink :) Hope you enjoy!
**
“Luke, leave your brother alone!”
Leo watched as Luke side stepped Jamie, Jamie’s little legs trying hard to keep up. Luke didn’t stop running though, coming straight for Leo and slamming into his legs, making him grunt.
“Papa look! I got the ball!”
Leo reached down, lifting Luke up into his arms and wrapping his little legs around his waist. It was getting more complicated now to pick up the kids. His belly was bigger this time around, only 5 months pregnant and yet he looked like 7 months when he compared his pictures from his last pregnancies.
“You need to share with your brother, Luke. He’s too small to play like you do.”
Leo took the ball from his hands and tossed it back to Jamie, watching him toddle after it with a toothy grin.
Luke squirms and whines, wanting down and Leo lets him, not willing to fight him on this right now.
Jason comes out onto the porch soon after Luke takes off into the yard again. He wraps an arm around Leo’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss, putting a large hand on Leo’s belly.
“How’s everyone doing?”
Leo scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest but still leaned into Jason’s side. “My bladder is a punching bag, my back hurts constantly, and my feet are swollen. Luke doesn’t know how to share, and Jamie thinks everything is rainbows and kittens. He didn’t even cry when Luke took his ball.”
Jason laughed softly, turning to face Leo, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. “We can put them to bed early tonight. Luke has been playing all day, he’ll just pass out.”
Leo leans into Jason’s arms, his belly pressing up against Jason’s. “Maybe we should. A nice quiet night would be heavenly.”
Jason’s smile turns heated and heat pools in Leo’s gut, making him flush.
“I can give you a massage, with that new body oil you bought. Or we can take a hot bath together.” Jason looks like he could go for those now, but Leo pats his chest.
“Or we can do both? I could really use both. Later.”
Jason grins, leaning in for another kiss, Leo’s belly making it difficult but not impossible.
“Both it is then. I say we put them down around 8 and see how it goes.”
Leo agreed, turning back to where the kids were now digging holes in the yard and sighed, keeping an arm wrapped around Jason’s waist.
“They’re gonna need baths tonight.”
Jason, wrapped his arm around Leo’s shoulders, absently running his thumb in circles down Leo’s arm. “They always need baths.”
Leo hummed softly, comfortable now with Jason standing here with him.
Luke grabbed a clump of dirt and tossed it over his head, laughing as it rained down on top of him. And of course Jamie always follows his big brother’s lead, doing the same thing and giggling.
Leo sighs, rubbing a hand over the side of his belly. He wasn’t sure they’d get the night they wanted.
***
At 8:30, the kids were finally fed, bathed, and tucked in, out like a light. Luke passed out the second his head hit the pillow but Jamie fought it as hard as he could. He ended up falling asleep on Jason’s chest on the couch, his fist still in his mouth.
Leo sat on the edge of the bed as Jason came in, running a hand through his hair as he closed the door behind him. Leo had watched everything on the baby monitors and smiled sympathetically.
“Rough night?”
Jason snorted, moving closer to the bed and plopping down on his side. “You could say that. Did you know that Jamie is now super into talking about bugs?”
Leo rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he shifts a little to look over at Jason.
“He must’ve been listening when I was telling Luke about the bugs he caught in his bug box.”
Jason rolls over onto his side, reaching across the bed to pull Leo closer, wrapping his arm over Leo’s thighs.
“I swear he’s going to be the smartest kid. I found him trying to read one of your books the other day.”
Leo hums, running his fingers through Jason’s hair, loving the simple downtime they didn’t get so often anymore.
“Luke is gonna be a football star like his daddy. What age do they let kids start playing sports?”
Jason hummed, thinking. “I’m pretty sure they can start football at 5. Tee ball too. Not sure about basketball or soccer.”
Leo paused his fingers, looking down with a smile. “You want him to do all of that?”
Jason shrugs, as much as he can the way he’s wrapped around Leo. “Wouldn’t hurt to try. He might actually enjoy one of them.”
“I’m sure he will,” Leo says, resuming his massage of Jason’s head.
Jason’s eyes flutter and Leo smiles softly. “Too tired for that bath tonight?”
Jason’s head whips up and his eyes open wide, shaking his head hurriedly. “Nope, not too tired for that. I’ll go get it ready for us,” he said quickly, planting a kiss on Leo’s lips before bouncing off the bed and into the bathroom.
Leo couldn’t help but chuckle. Jason was more of a dork than he’d admit.
The bath turns on and Leo sighs, moving his legs over the edge of the bed. When they’d moved into the new house, they’d opted for carpet in the bedrooms but wood floors everywhere else, and he was glad for that now as his bare feet reached the carpeted floor. He didn’t like to be cold.
He pushes himself up, one hand under his belly and the other on the bed until he feels stable enough. Jason comes out soon after, already stripped down.
“I would’ve helped you up you know.” Jason comes over, wrapping an arm around Leo’s waist.
Leo rolled his eyes but accepted the help with a smile. “I’m pregnant, not helpless.”
“So you say.”
Leo scoffed, slapping Jason’s arm and Jason laughed, leading Leo over to the bathtub full of bubbles and rose petals.
Leo raises a brow, looking over his shoulder at Jason who just shrugs. “We haven’t done this in a while,” was his only explanation. Leo wasn’t going to complain.
Jason’s hands came up around his middle and Leo smiled to himself, feeling Jason’s hands at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Leo didn’t bother arguing as Jason knelt down next, his hands on the waistband of Leo’s pants. Leo leaned forward, putting his hands on Jason’s shoulders as he pulled his pants down, stepping out of the legs one at a time.
Naked and relaxed, Leo takes Jason’s hand as he steps into the tub, waiting for Jason to step in behind him. Jason sits first, and then he helps Leo’s heavy form sit carefully into the tub, keeping the water from sloshing over the edge.
The heated water eases his back ache almost immediately and he sighs, leaning back into Jason’s chest.
“This is perfect.”
Jason hums in agreement, his hands moving to rub small soothing circles over the sides of Leo’s belly. The top of it peeked out through the bubbles and Leo smiles down at it, rubbing the bubbles over the stretched skin.
“I have an appointment next week. They want to do another ultrasound.”
Jason hums again, leaning forward to rest his chin on Leo’s shoulder, absently running his hands over Leo’s belly.
“The doctor says I’m larger than I should be at this stage. They don’t think it’s twins, but they want to do another ultrasound to make sure.”
Jason’s fingers pause and he leans to the side, looking at Leo. “What do you think?”
Leo shrugged, lifting a hand and letting the water and bubbles drip from his fingers. “I don’t know. I think we’re having twins and they’re just hiding from the camera. I’ve read stories of other omegas having that happen.”
Jason moves back to resting his chin on Leo’s shoulder, his hands going back to Leo’s belly. “How do you feel about that?”
Leo sighs, leaning his head back against Jason. “It wasn’t the plan, but I’m not upset about it. We wanted more kids anyways.”
Jason nods, his hands moving up to the top of Leo’s belly and then up to his chest, massaging soap over his puffy nipples.
“My mom’s excited for more grandkids. I think she doesn’t even care about me anymore.”
Leo snorts, his hands coming up to cover Jason’s. “Your mom spoils them absolutely rotten. Your dad too. Luke is already asking when he’ll get to go on another fishing trip.”
“Only because dad bought him a 100lbs of candy and then just dropped him off before the sugar rush could kick in.”
Leo laughs, remembering the absolute nightmare it had been to deal with not only the sugar induced tornado of a child, but also the tummy ache he had the day after.
“Maybe next time, we ask him not to do that.”
Jason shook his head, smiling softly as he moved his hands up and down over Leo’s chest. “Good luck with that. Dad is a stubborn man.”
Leo smirks. “So are you. You must take after him.”
“I won’t deny that.”
Leo chuckles and Jason’s answering chuckle rumbles through Leo’s back, making him relax even more.
They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, just running their hands over each other until Leo interrupts it.
“My mom said she wants to be present for the next birth,” he says, switching lanes now. He hadn’t really known how to bring this up but he didn’t think Jason would care.
Jason hums, his hands rubbing distracting circles over Leo’s inner thighs.
“That’s up to you. She can stay in the guest room if she wants. You’ve never exactly been good at sticking to your due date though.”
Leo sighs, spreading his legs a little, urging Jason on. “It’s not my fault our kids were eager beavers. Luke was only two days before his due date anyway.”
“Yeah, but Jamie was two weeks early.”
Leo had to admit Jason had a point. “Whatever. Mom can stay in the guest room for as long as she wants. She’s only 2 hours away.”
Jason kept running his fingers over the insides of Leo’s thighs, driving him a little crazy and he closed them, trapping Jason’s fingers there.
“Either do something with those fingers or stop,” Leo said.
Jason paused but smirked, moving a hand up to palm over Leo’s aching cock.
“Whatever you want, dearest,” Jason teases, and Leo groans, dropping his head back. He’s been so sensitive recently. Which, he supposes he should expect by now considering it always seems to happen at this point in his pregnancies.
Jason’s hand wraps around the small member and Leo’s mouth opens on a silent gasp, his thighs squeezing together.
It only takes a few small jerks and Leo comes hard, clouding up the soapy water with his small spurts of cum. It was nothing compared to the buckets of cum Jason produced, but he didn’t care.
“Let’s get out of here. I still want that massage you promised.”
Jason chuckles, kissing up the back of Leo’s neck before standing, his cock half hard between his legs. He ignores it in favor of grabbing a towel off the hook, wiping his legs and chest down before wrapping it around his waist.
Leo just leans back and watches, enjoying the view.
“The gym should be paying you to work out there. It’s clear you don’t need it anymore.”
Jason smirks, looking down at his stomach. They weren’t the chiseled abs he’d had in high school, or the meatier abs he’d had in college, but they were still defined. A comfortable pillow for Leo’s head.
“Maybe you should join me one day. I want to show off my beautiful husband.”
Leo scoffed, accepting the help up and out of the tub. Soap and water dripped off of him as Jason grabbed another towel, using it to dry him.
The water had been holding a lot of his weight and now his back was beginning to ache again, arching slightly as he watched Jason dry him off.
“The only reason you’ll find me in a gym is to take you out of it.”
Jason laughs, wrapping the towel around Leo’s waist, under his heavy belly. “I knew that when we started dating.”
Leo waddles carefully into the bedroom, Jason right behind him. “Leave me alone. You know I’m not into that stuff.”
Jason nods, a smile still on his face. “I know I know. I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”
Leo unwrapped his towel, dropping it to the floor before hoisting himself back into the bed. Jason makes sure Leo is settled before dropping his own towel, wiping himself off one more time before tossing it on the floor next to Leo’s and then climbing onto the bed.
He grabs the bottle of oil from their bedside table and reads the ingredients, raising a brow at the lavender and rose combination.
“That’s new. I thought you didn’t like rose scented stuff?”
Leo pulls himself back against the pillows, sitting back against them and letting his belly rest between his legs. “It wasn’t as bad mixed with the lavender.”
Jason uncaps the bottle, taking a whiff and hums. “You’re right. This is nice.”
Leo rubs his hands over his belly. “Good, because you’re about to rub it all over my body.”
Jason gets the hint and squirts some into his hand, capping the bottle and putting it off to the side as he rubs his hands together, the gentle soothing scent of the lavender filling the room. It smelled divine.
He started at Leo’s feet, massaging carefully and meticulously, paying attention to certain parts that made Leo groan a little more. And then he worked his way up Leo’s ankles, his calves, his thighs, and up over his belly.
The oil slid easily over Leo’s belly, dripping down over the sides of it. Jason took his time there, rubbing over each stretch mark, taking care not to miss a single inch of skin. Leo felt a kick against his side and Jason smiled wide, his hand resting over the spot.
“Your kids are always active, aren’t they.”
Leo huffs, looking down tiredly at Jason. “They get it from you.”
Jason doesn’t bother denying that. “You still married me anyway.”
Leo hummed, letting his head fall back against the pillows. “Terrible idea.”
Jason just continued running his hands over Leo’s body, massaging and digging into the parts Leo always complained about. By the time Jason was done, Leo was out, snoring softly.
Jason smiled fondly at his husband, his mate, his everything.
“Goodnight,” he whispered softly, pulling the blanket up over the both of them and wrapping an arm around Leo’s middle, falling asleep soon after.
**
Jason was too busy grumbling about the crowds to notice Leo had paused, a hand on his lower back. Jamie was currently riding on Jason’s shoulders, happy as a clam with Luke holding onto Jason’s hand.
Leo’s idiotic idea to come to Disney when he was only a month away from his due date was just that. Idiotic.
Luke shouts at Jason to stop and Jason turns, looking back to Leo with a concerned look on his face.
“You okay?”
Leo nodded, holding onto his back with both hands, his belly protruding far in front of him.
“Yeah, just needed to rest for a second. We can keep going.”
Jason didn’t look like he believed him for a second. “Let’s go sit down for a bit. Get some water and snacks for the kids.”
Leo couldn’t even argue. That sounded marvelous.
They made their way over to a large restaurant, walking around the sitting area until they found a table big enough. Leo sat heavily, unable to keep the small groan from his lips at the relief on his ankles.
Jason settled the kids into chairs, giving them their toys and then knelt in front of Leo, brow furrowed. “Do we need to leave? I don’t want another repeat of Luke’s birth. Especially not with the twins.”
Leo shook his head, breathing heavily from the walk over here. “I’m okay, just tired. I’ll let you know if it gets to be too bad.”
Jason once again looked like he didn’t believe him, but he thankfully let it drop and moved back to the kids, asking them what they wanted to eat. Both wanted chicken fingers and Leo groaned. That was all they’d eaten the past two days.
“Don’t you want some fruit or mac n cheese? How about a burger?”
Luke shook his head, not even looking at Leo. “Chicken!”
Jamie, following his brother’s lead, threw a hand in the air. “Chicken!”
Leo sighed, but Jason pats his back. “It’s ok. We’ll get them something different when we leave tomorrow.”
Leo nods, watching Jason disappear towards the long line of people waiting to order. He spread his legs a little, letting his belly rest on his thighs, rubbing his hands over the aching pain on his side as he watched the boys play with their action figures.
Neither had even seen Star Wars but they still wanted the toys. It had irked Jason a little more than Leo thought it would.
He smiles fondly as the boys slam their figures together, making booming noises and then sending the figures sliding over the table. Jamie laughs and Luke does it again, a smile on his face too. They fought like thieves most days, but Luke was still a good brother. Took good care of Jamie.
Another sharp pain lances through Leo’s side and he hisses, bringing a hand up to his side. The babes had been much more active than usual today, kicking and prodding his lungs, ribs and bladder. He’d already had to make several potty breaks.
Another kick to his bladder and Leo groaned, feeling the pressure there starting to increase. He’d need to go soon. Very soon.
Jason appears around the corner and Leo breathes a sigh of relief, not really wanting to wet his pants in front of all of these people.
“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
Jason nods, busying himself with passing out food to the kids, breaking their chicken fingers up so they’ll cool off faster. Leo takes care of himself, bracing his hands on the edge of the table and lifting himself, groaning at the shift of his weight once again back on his ankles.
He brushes a hand over Jason’s shoulders as he starts walking, using the handrails to get up the stairs and start walking towards the bathroom. He’s only about halfway there when he feels wetness in his pants. It spreads, warm and thick over his thighs.
Fuck. That wasn’t pee.
He looked around frantically, a hand tucked under his belly, so very thankful he’d decided to wear black pants today.
A young woman, no older than twenty, stops in front of him, her face kind as she asks, “Is everything ok?”
She puts a hand on Leo’s shoulder and he shakes his head, smiling and embarrassed. “I think my waters just broke.”
Her eyes grow wide, glancing down at his belly and then back up to his face, seemingly checking to make sure he’s not joking. Leo nods, grimacing at the feeling of his waters dripping down his legs.
She looks around, seeing a chair not too far away. “Why don’t you sit? Are you here by yourself?”
Leo follows her lead, thankful to be getting off his feet once more and shakes his head, sitting with a huff on the chair. “My husband is here with my other two kids. They’re right over there,” he says, pointing to where he can just see Jason’s head over the walls.
She nods, patting Leo’s shoulder. “Let me go get him for you.”
Leo nods his thanks, spreading his legs to accommodate the pressure suddenly increasing between his legs. It was far too early. He should still have a month!
There’s a commotion and he looks up, seeing Jason hurrying over. Leo’s eyes widen, looking behind him.
“Where are the kids?”
Jason rolls his eyes, kneeling in front of him. “With Eva, the girl who told me you were over here. What’s going on?”
Leo didn’t like the idea of his kids being with someone he didn’t know, but he couldn’t exactly blame Jason. “My waters broke. We need to go.”
Jason, unfortunately used to the shitty timing by now, nods and stands, helping Leo to his feet. The pressure is so much worse when standing and he has to widen his stance.
“Let me get them in the stroller and then we can go.”
Leo just nods, following at a much slower pace as Jason hurries back to the kids. By the time he gets there, the kids are strapped in. Luke is looking back and forth between Leo and Jason, Jamie is screaming, and Jason looks like he’s going to have a stroke.
“I told you this trip was a bad idea,” Jason grumbles, pushing the stroller up next to Leo, letting him grab the handle.
Leo wants to argue, but he’s too busy trying to focus on moving his feet. “Save the ‘I told you so’s’ for later please.”
Jason, despite the frustration on his face, frowns with worry. No matter how many times they did this, Jason would always be a worry wart.
Jamie is still screaming by the time they get out of the restaurant, his little face bright red and Jason groans, taking him out of the seat and putting him on his hip. Leo tries to keep a brave face on, reaching over to Jamie and patting his back.
“I’m sorry buddy, but Papa needs to go. We’ll have to come back another time.”
Jamie sniffles and wriggles out of Jason’s grip, reaching for Leo. He knows he shouldn’t, but he reaches for him anyway, settling him onto his hip. Jason puts a hand on the small of Leo’s back and pushes the stroller with the other hand.
Luke, too smart for his age, reaches up and puts a hand on Leo’s clenched fist. “It’s okay Papa.”
Leo wants to cry at the genuine feelings on Luke’s face, but he keeps them back, holding onto Jamie’s smaller body. Jamie’s head tucked into his shoulder and he smiled, missing getting to cuddle with his babies.
The trek back to the front of the park is slow going, especially with Leo needing to stop every few minutes as contractions flood through him. He’s progressing faster than usual and he’s starting to think they might not even make it out of the park.
“Jason, mmfh, the baby’s coming. I can feel it.”
Jason’s eyes widen in fear and he looks around, searching for something.
“The exit is right there. Can you at least make it out of the park?”
Leo groaned softly, bending his knees a little to relieve the intense pressure. “I think so. But we need to hurry.”
Jason nods, taking Jamie from his arms and putting him back in the stroller. By whatever miracle, Jamie stays quiet this time, letting them move a little faster.
Leo keeps both hands clenched around the stroller handle, focusing on each step, one step at a time. One step, two steps…he watched as the exit got closer and closer, the pressure almost unbearable now.
“Almost there,” Jason encourages, his hand on the small of Leo’s back as a small pressure.
A few more steps, another contraction cramps through his middle and he gasps, pausing to sway his hips side to side, waiting for the pain to subside. As soon as it does, they’re moving again and with a few more steps, they’re out.
“I can make it,” Leo says, knowing they still had to take the monorail to the transportation center. Jason nods, believing him and leading him towards the hill.
The hill is hell. The increase in elevation, the extra work to push the stroller, Leo can hardly stand it. By the time they get to the top, he’s gasping, unable to keep the pain off his face.
“Daddy what’s wrong with Papa?”
Jason ignores Luke’s question, rubbing a hand over Leo’s back as he groans through another contraction. They were so close together.
“We should’ve asked for an ambulance. Or at least a wheelchair,”
Leo shakes his head, feeling slight relief as the contraction ends. “You couldn’t have pushed both. And we don’t need that. I can do this.”
Jason wanted to strangle him. “I know you can do this, but it doesn’t mean I like seeing it happen. I’m starting to think you’re doing this to me on purpose.”
Leo huffs, resting his forehead on his arms and swaying his hips back and forth, the line far too long for his liking. “I promise I’m not.”
His stomach contracts hard and he gives in a little, bending his knees slightly and pushing, just enough to relieve the pressure. But he feels the heavy weight moving already, so much closer than he’d thought.
The line starts moving and he groans, walking forward once more, the weight between his legs so much worse than it had been before. The crowd moves forward, pushing them into a cart full of other people and Leo grabs a pole.
A man, much older and with a kind face stands up and offers his seat to Leo, completely unwilling to accept Leo’s feeble attempt at arguing. Leo sits down with a groan, resting his head on the window as the doors close. He feels his stomach tightening again and he pushes, unable to hold back.
This time really was a lot faster. He could already feel himself starting to stretch around the baby’s head. He let out a small groan, ignoring the looks from the other people in the car and lifted a leg, feeling his hips getting wider. He grips the pole in front of him, looking at Jason’s frightened face, and then pushes again.
People murmur and gasp as they watch the bulge in his leggings grow larger, his baby’s head pressing up against the tight fabric.
The young woman next to him stands, a hand over her mouth at the sight but Leo can’t even bring himself to care that he’s in public. His baby was coming out now.
“Jason,” he groaned, reaching for Jason. He moved closer, people shifting to watch as Leo labored, pushing hard. The monorail slows to a stop and Leo gasps. He can’t move, can’t stop pushing, gripping Jason’s hand harder than ever as the baby’s head stretched him further and further, straining against the tight black fabric.
Whispers started and Leo cried out, pushing hard and jerking his hips as the baby’s head was suddenly out, bulging out from his pants.
Leo sobbed, resting his head against the window again, barely lucid enough to lift his hips for Jason to pull his pants down. Blood and slick flooded out of him, his baby’s head dangling between his legs.
“I can’t believe this is happening again,” Jason murmured, his hands gentle as he checked around the baby’s neck for the cord. Leo just shook his head, starting to think he’s cursed to never have a planned birth.
A cast member comes into the car with a walkie talkie in hand, his face pale. “The paramedics are on the way. They said to just let you do what you need until they get here.”
Leo groans, the man’s face paling even further. “I don’t need them.”
The man looks so lost, scratching his head. “I’m sorry sir, it’s company policy. It’s a liability.”
Leo couldn’t answer, feeling another band tighten around his belly, shifting down. He puts his chin to his chest, his grip on the handle tighter as he pushes, Jason’s hands ready to catch their third baby. Leo’s mom would be so disappointed to know she missed another one.
“You’re doing great baby. One more push.”
Leo nodded, baring down again. Jason pulls at the same time and with a splash of fluids their baby is out, a tiny screaming little girl.
The crowd cheers, watching from behind the gates, and Leo wants to bury himself into a hole and never come out.
“The baby is out,” the man reports, looking relieved but still like he might faint.
Jason places the squirmy baby on top of Leo’s belly, frowning. “He’s having twins though.”
Leo doesn’t even register the shock going through the crowd as another contraction takes over. He reaches for the pole again, holding fast as he gave another push, feeling the baby shifting lower, the way already loose from their first.
There’s a commotion outside the door and suddenly two paramedics are there, a med kit in their hands.
“Hi there,” the first one says, an older woman. She smiles down at Leo, assessing the situation as she puts on some gloves. “Looks like you’ve had a little girl. My partner here will take care of her.”
The man in question steps closer, his own hands gloved.
Leo doesn’t really want to pass her over but he does, mostly because he feels another contraction coming.
Jason puts a hand on Leo’s calf, squeezing as he watches helplessly.
“How far along were you,” the woman asks, pushing a gloved hand between his legs as he felt himself stretching again.
“32 weeks,” he gasps out, his head falling back against the window as he lets go of another push.
She gives a low whistle, her fingers probing around his hole. “Hell of a place to be spending your last few weeks.”
Leo steadfastly ignored the pointed look Jason threw in his direction.
He grunted again, pushing into her fingers as his hole spread open, revealing another head of hair.
“Are they yours too?” She asks, pointing to the stroller where Luke and Jamie were watching with wide, horrified eyes. Leo grimaced, nodding.
“At least it’s not your first time,” she said kindly, moving to look between his legs. Her partner hands her a towel and she places it under his hole, doing whatever he needed.
Leo grabs the back of the chair, spreading his legs as much as he can, and bares down, a long groan coming out of him at the stretch.
He’s not paying attention as the paramedic takes a pair of scissors to his pants, getting rid of that obstacle, and he’s grateful. He moves one foot to Jason’s thigh, pushing against it as he groans again, his body working against him.
The woman presses her fingers to his hole again, encouraging him and he listens, pushing into it. He pushes hard, takes a breath, and pushes again, just like he did all the other times.
It took longer, but on one bigger push, he feels himself stretch wider, wider and wider, the babes nose pushing past the tight skin and then the whole head, leaving him gasping for breath.
“Ahhh there they are, great job Papa.” Her words are nice but Leo would much prefer Jason.
She checks for the cord, satisfied, and then let’s Leo work through the next few contractions. He grunts, groans, gasps and then he’s crying out as his 4th baby, another girl comes out, leaving him exhausted and sore.
Jason happily accepts the offer to cut the cord, Leo taking the brief respite to take a breather, and then he’s being moved onto a stretcher.
The crowd gathered watches in awe and amazement as he’s wheeled out, his two babies tucked into his arms as Jason follows with the stroller. It’s not exactly the way he’d planned it, but he was starting to think it didn’t matter. He loved his little ones anyway.
**
Having twins was a whole different ball game. Exhaustion wasn’t even close to describing what Leo and Jason were dealing with.
Leo was incredibly thankful for his mom, and mother-in-law. For the past month and a half they’d been alternating helping out at the house and taking Luke and Jamie whenever they needed a break.
Jason was at his whit’s end, his face haggard and unshaven, bags under his eyes matching Leo’s. But despite all of that, despite the sheer lack of sleep they were getting, Leo loved it. Getting to know Annie and Elise’s personalities over the last month was a blessing.
Even though they’d been born early, they were both healthy enough to come home after a week in the hospital, and ever since then it has been learning curve after learning curve.
Jason walks quietly into the nursery, Anna sleeping soundly on his shoulder, and Leo smiles up at him, careful not to dislodge the bottle from Elise’s lips.
“She’s finally out. Why don’t you get a nap?”
Jason shook his head, ever so carefully placing her into her crib, waiting a few more seconds to make sure she stays awake, before letting out a relieved breath. “I’m oddly not even tired enough for that. I think my body has caught on.”
Leo huffs a laugh at that, the bags under Jason’s eyes evidence against that statement.
“Then you can trade me. I could use a 5 year nap right about now.”
Jason smirks. “I’ll take her. Go lay down.”
Leo had been joking, sort of, but he didn’t hesitate to pass Elise over to Jason. Jason cooed softly down at her and Leo’s face softened at the scene. He stood up with a groan, his body still sore even after a month, and kissed Jason’s cheek.
3. Request: you’re being drugged and used in a lecture hall or operating theatre as an example of how to fertilize humans. You are kept as a display tool for the class until you give birth in front of everyone. (Someone already wrote this but I also really loved this prompt so I changed it up a bit)
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You’d volunteered for the project in January, unaware of what was expected of you. But, it paid really, really well, so you didn’t really care. When March rolled around, you got a call from the professor doing the project and you made your way over to the college of science building.
When you arrived, you noticed a few professors giving you odd looks, but you ignored it. It was way too late to back out now.
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