u should write a hyperpreg birth with focus on like the pressure the poor dude is under.. i feel like u could write that rlly well in ur style
He had grown so fast.
He would never have thought that one time of unprotected sex would lead to this. He was so ashamed he hadnât even gone to the doctor.
Now he was lying on his side on the bed, the frame creaking in protest to his weight. He was still lanky, maybe even bonier than before, but the sheer mass that had become of his belly was the problem.
It was difficult to understand that the thing was actually a part of him. It was so absurdly large. If he didnât touch it and id the babies didnât squirm inside, he could almost imagine it wasnât his.
If it wasnât for the pressure. It had started already in the the beginning of the second trimester. Right after the three month mark his womb had ballooned. In a single night multiple pale stretch marks had appeared around his navel and on the sides of his growing bump. He had already looked like he could deliver a perfectly healthy baby.
The pressure had only increased every day. The weight, the stretch of his skin. In the third trimester it had expanded to his chest. His usually flat and bony chest had begun to swell slowly, filling with milk. Now his new tits were so achy and sensitive that he had to constantly rub and fondle them to release the milk and that way ease the pressure.
Now as he lay there, on his 37th week, he was huge. He had known from the beginning that there had to be more than one. Now he was sure there had to be more than three. His belly was just so big. The stretch marks had grown into disgusting purple wounds that covered every inch of his belly. They hurt and were so itchy. But he was too tired to moisturize his skin.
His hand pressed on his belly where the babies were the most active and he knew that he should have been hospitalized ages ago. But still he was home. Living on food and grocery deliveries. He just couldnât bring himself to go.
As if at the thought of food the babies activated once again. His skin was attached by multiple bulges being forced on the surface from withing.
âAaaahhh stop it pleaseâŠâ he moaned as he closed his eyes tight. The pressure had been exponentially building for days now and having the babies move made him feel like he would burst. âStopâŠâ he begged as he held onto his massive growth with both of his hands.
He had to turn around.
Heaving his belly from one side to the other was painful each time. He took a strong hold of the dome and used his arms to lift it up as he shuffled to his back.
Instantly the pressure weighing down on his lungs and organs almost suffocated him. It hurt so bad. As fast as he could muster, he toppled his belly over to the other side and moaned pathetically in pain as it slammed on the bed as he turned around.
The movement seemed to only aggravate the babies more.
They began kicking. Kicking at his spine, at his belvis, at his skin. Tears welled in his eyes and he wept. The pressure was so bad. He needed to go to a hospital. He would surely die.
His lower back was on fire, the pressure already there as well. His hips felt like they would break any second. His skin would surely tear right open.
âHelpâŠâ he whispered through his tears. âHelp!â The moan tore from his throat quieter than he thought it would. He couldnât breathe.
He had to get up. He had to get help.
He had never in his life made such a sound as he did when pushing himself to the edge of the bed. The scream tore from his throat like and explosion. It didnât sound human. Nothing about him was human anymore.
His belly settled on top of his thighs, forming almost into a perfect sphere. It rounded out just underneath his leaky new tits, and continued its perfect curve all the way to his groin. It bulged out to the sides as well, almost in the same curve.
He had to have his legs open to allow the heaviest mass at the very bottom on his belly to hang between them and only the bottom sides were pushed against his thighs. Even that made the pressure tenfold in his belly.
He didnât know wether to support the mass stretching his skin or the absurd pressure in his lower back as he stood.
âOuh, ough⊠aughhhhh!â He groaned as he forced his ripe body to its legs. Hands roaming the expanse between his lower belly and lower back, trying to support anything.
Oh the pressure.
The pressure suddenly increased so much. It moved lower, his back screaming as it was attacked from the inside. His pelvis creaked and on instinct his legs opened to make way for the pressure. His knees bent as he screamed in agony.
âHelp me!â He wailed his throat raw, but alone in his house nobody heard him.
The pressure inscreaded and increased until suddenly it was too much. He could feel as his womb finally gave up. It felt almost like a rupture, as the amniotic sac around the babies burst and the waters filled his birth canal and flowed out of him. It soaked his legs, the bed and the floor. And it didnât stop for a long time.
But at least the pressure eased.