#multiples preg

[roundedcomet]

Im back in the building again with hyperfixating on Jek//yll and Hy//de and reread the book and uhhh what if. Hear me out. J ended up taking the potion that made H, and H of course used his freedom to do anything he wanted. Yeah he murders and stuff but he also indulges in the flesh unlike J, who's busy with research. H takes his time to let out the impulse and steam.

J doesn't remember anything, of course. He doesn't know H has been an absolute whore. But when his pants get just a bit tighter around his belly, he thinks he's just putting on weight.

H keeps messing around and doesn't mind the consequences. Hell, he can't stop getting fucked over and over because of pregnancy making him so fucking horny. He knows damn well what happened. Hes not telling J shit.

Of course, J is trying to do an experiment and uh. Well he ruined the ratio of reagents because he just felt a kick in his belly.

Internally, he's screaming at H for being an idiot. H called him an idiot because maybe he wouldn't have to resort to being fucked senseless when their body NEEDS a good railing.

They grow much faster, too. How ironic, J would think, if it ended up being twins?

H teases him, because he knows that J is secretly hoping he was fertile as hell.

[quinkyace]

Since you want to be a struggling house husband so much: Would you like me to tell you to clean up the house before I get home whilst you're far along with quads?~

hey......woah now....you just can't come at me, flirting like this!!!!

you'll come in to see me on my hands and knees, scrubbing away at a stubborn spill on the floor thanks to my huge belly getting in the way. even now i have a hard time cleaning up—my stomach is pressed into the cold floor, covered in the sticky spill that i have been cleaning.

"sorry sweetie. the house should be cleaner than this, but i've been trying to clean up this mess for the last twenty minutes and...." i start, my voice quiet and embarrassed at my predicament. "i'm kinda stuck on the floor......"

your kids are quiet for now. the constant rocking and bouncing from cleaning has lulled them to a semi-sound sleep. there still is quick jolts from within from their sleepy movements or a rolling ripple from someone shifting in their sleep. though the second you start talking they'll go crazy—they love their daddy almost as much as they love me.

"if you help me up i can get back to it. and maybe you can help me with dinner? at least getting the ingredients and cookware ready for me so i can cook."

[quinkyace]

Understood. Give you a belly full of octuplets to haul around, heavy enough breasts to feed them all, and a dump truck ass for counterbalance~

Oh my sweet boy this is just perfect. Eight sweet nuggets taking up so much space in my womb I'll be all belly by the end of the pregnancy. I would never be able to hide this pregnancy even if I tried! I'd start showing so quickly—even though an early embryo is so tiny having eight growing with all the amniotic fluid and placentas? I'll be lucky my pants will fit at 8 weeks.

I'll only continue to get bigger as time goes on. I'll look full term with a single baby by probably month four. After that? My belly will basically be dragging me down by the sheer mass of my weigh and its inhabitants. Most multiples come early but somehow it's possible for me to carry them to full term—Octomom could only make it to 30 weeks! I'll need to layer multiple belly bands in order for me to even walk without my torpedo of a belly from pulling on my back.

Imagine if my poor body, already so hopped up on hormones, that I go overdue? Only by three days but still enough to add so much extra weight I'll have to induce. The only danger is how quickly my body goes through labor and I'm bearing down on a first of many contraction to bring 8 perfect little nuggets into the world!

[quinkyace]

Mmmm, imagine you've unbirthed someone and quickly forced them down for a flat tummy to not get caught, but as you're walking away, someone sees your stomach bulge out with the clear impression of a face. Gotta eliminate the witness...

I was trying to be sneaky. I had been following this person for awhile and they had finally gotten into a secluded place where I could take them. It took everything in me to force them into my body (I was going to be very sore later) while sucking my gut in to hide my prey.

Walking away had been easy enough. My prey had been stunned enough for me to get halfway to my car when I felt my insides rumble. I had to brace an arm against the wall as my free hand grabs a handful of my shirt. I could feel hands pressing forward, desperate for an escape then an impression of their face appears. I wince in discomfort while willing them back when I heard a terrified gasp in front of me.

I look up to see someone staring at my stomach with wide, fearful eyes. I could sense the trepidation of running away. Prey always seemed to become a deer in headlights as the fear keeps them glued in place. It's easy to close the distance but now there isn't a secluded place. The small alleyway has a wide opening with minimal hiding places but it'll have to do.

Walking away is not easy. Sweat dripping from my brow as all the energy to keep my prey hidden is wire thin. I will be hiding out in my home for some time to rest and regress my new babies. I didn't go out looking for twins but happy accidents are so much fun