Wish there was a giant head bulging just behind my lips, my breathing as controlled as possible and gathered to aide in pushing. Letting my lips part ever so slightly, so a sliver of the head shows, then releasing the push as the contraction ends, the head slipping further back into my birth canal. Going on like that for at least an hour, stretching just a bit further with each contraction to let my cunt adjust and try not to tear. I cry out from the pressure and the burn as the head slides further through me, parting my hole into a teardrop shape around it. I blow out all my air as the contraction ends, wailing as the head sinks back, at the loss of progress, or what feels like it at least. At the next contraction, I push the hardest I have yet, and the head comes nearly to a full crown as I moan low and deep. The contraction ebbs for a moment, but I hold the push enough to keep the head from retreating again, keeping my breathing steady. As the next wave of pressure and pain rolls through me, I bear down with all my energy, moaning in what’s nearly a roar. The head crests into a full crown, bulging out of me to just above the eyebrows. The contraction ends, but the head is done retreating. I’m left in between waves still moaning, a ring of white-hot fire around the bulging mass of my baby’s head. One hand drifts downward to cup it, the other playing with one of my puffy nipples, my tit solid and engorged with milk, a large vein running across it on full display with the effort of birth. My downward hand traces around the head, feeling how stretched I am from the outside now as well as internally. At once, another contraction rips through me, ascending my spine starting from my tailbone. I cry out and push, goddamnit, straining with the effort, lips on fire. And then, finally, the head pops free with a huge gush of liquid.
The pain eases for now, and my focus shifts to my tits again, squeezing my teats to relieve some of the pressure of the weight of my milk. Small white beads form and then drip from my nipples, making my massive bump wet with milk, as well as the sweat I’ve worked up during my labor. A grunt escapes me as the baby moves, its body squirming within the tight confines of my birth canal in an effort to rotate for its big entrance into the world. A new contraction rips deep through my abdomen. I pull my legs back, moaning as I bear down with all my might, and the shoulders finally burst from my puffed-up cunt, the rest of the body shooting out of me with another wave of liquid.
I bring the baby to my chest, greeting her as she wails. She latches quickly, and I nurse her as I wait for the afterbirth to come, so we can both sleep shortly after. Cramps start again, a little less intense this time, and I sigh with relief, ready for this to be over. I push again, softer this time, knowing the placenta will come easier. But the sensation deepens, pressure running from my lower back around my still-taut abdomen. Another wave, stronger, rolls through, my stomach clenching hard as a rock as I cry out in pain and give in to my body’s demand to push. A huge weight shifts through me, pulling a low groan from me as intense pressure settles again deep in my pelvis. The wave eases for a moment and I take a shaky breath of realization. This is happening— another baby; a twin.
I toil through my second birth, pushing and grunting with contractions. The pain is worse this time, searing hot at the base of my spine and outward. The weight inside me inches down contraction by contraction, filling my birth canal once again as I moan low and long through the burning pain. Finally, my cunt starts to come to a bulge again. I reach under my huge belly, reaching two fingers into my hole as deep as I can to try and feel the second baby’s head, but it’s just out of reach. I roar out with the next surge, moaning and pushing hard with my fingers still hooked in my hole. The baby’s mass hits my fingers, and I cry out, realizing the source of the burning pain, why this birth has been more taxing than the last. The child is breech, I learn, from a tiny foot and bum pressed against the pads of my fingers.
I push like that for another half hour, crying out and grunting through contractions until the first foot and some of the baby’s bottom have opened me up again. The contractions are still coming, but pushing progress has stalled with the sheer size of the baby forcing its way out of me. Between waves of pressure, I manage to carefully pull myself to standing, my stance wide to accommodate the mass stretching my cunt open, hoping that gravity will help. It does. With the next contraction, I bear down hard, bending my knees and sinking into it. The first legs pops free, dangling out of me as I pant with exhaustion. The pain mounts again, my stomach spasming with the contraction. With a guttural scream, I push as hard as I can. The second leg shoots out of me, the rest of the lower body unfolding with it. I sob with the pain, the exhaustion, all of it. How can it not be over yet? My heavy stomach heaves with my cries, the baby’s dangling legs and body shaking in time with my labored breaths. There’s a jolt inside me as the baby moves, half-emerged, and I interrupt my own wails with a little shriek as it bends its knees, bringing its thighs to its belly. Its feet hit my own thigh as its legs kick forward and back to dangling. Then the pain returns, like fire dancing around my hole and throughout the underside of my tensed, solid belly and my low back. I gather my strength and PUSH, push with all my might and a high scream. The arms come forth with another huge rush of liquid. I keep pushing with the momentum, reaching down instinctually to catch this unexpected child as it finally barrels out of me, wailing and purple.
The afterbirths are much easier than the rest of the ordeal, each placenta beckoned forth with small pushes while the babes suckle, one on each teat at the same time.
I’m just glad it wasn’t three…. Maybe next time ;)
do you think you could do a domestic and fluffy overdue pregnancy with a very worried partner? not dramatically overdue just maybe a week or so, with twins? I really liked get it out and I need inspo : )
((This one took ages to finish but MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those who celebrate it)!!! Thanks for being so patient with me it truly does mean a lot :') This is a long one but y'all are gonna like it!))
CW: Sex during labor, rapid birth, unplanned home birth
Nate groaned at all of the pressure in his lower body. The twins that strained his womb were pressing on everything, including his bladder that felt like it would explode if he didn't get up to relieve himself but at the same time, he didn't want to be untangled from the thick, hairy arm that was wrapped around his middle. As much as he wished to stay, he knew that any wetness in the bed would lead to all hell breaking loose with Alex thinking he was in labor and refusing to believe otherwise.
As expected, Alex's arm tightened around his belly when he felt his husband inching his way towards the edge of the bed, stopping him in his tracks. Nate sighed but smiled at the feeling of warm lips pressing against the nape of his neck while Alex's large hand rolled all over his swell in large, slow motions.
"Where you goin'?" He drawled out, sleep so heavy in his voice Nate could barely make out what was asked.
"I'm just going to the bathroom, unless you'd prefer it if I wet the bed?" Before he could finish his question, Alex was removing the sheets and rolling off his side of the bed. "Alex, I can do this on my own. Go back to bed."
He waved him off as he lumbered his way to the other side of the bed. "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."
That saying was used against him like clockwork at the end of his pregnancy.
"But you have work in the morning."
"It's just one meeting and I'll be back home in a few hours. Come on, big guy."
Despite his annoyance, Nate didn't reject the assistance at all and wrapped an arm around Alex's neck with the other cradling his firm belly. A pop in his hip had Nate hissing as he was dragged up to his feet faster than expected. The babies jostled around with what little space they had left to occupy and Alex paused when a moan escaped his throat as the full weight of the twins in his pelvis made him want to lay back down.
"Too fast?"
Nate needed a few seconds to breathe and blink through the intense pressure behind his opening. The only response he could manage was a nod as the babies shifted into new positions now that he was on his swollen feet. At five months pregnant, it was cute and endearing to feel them flip around but now at a week past his due date, they'd grown so big everything was beginning to feel unnatural. And Nate swore he could feel the frustration in their movements as well. All three of them were done with this pregnancy.
He ached and sometimes contracted when they moved due to the sheer size that was partly from being overdue and mostly from his husband being so damn huge. Alex warned him that his babies would be hard to handle when Nate finally decided to take the challenge of carrying his kids. It was a warning he never took seriously until he looked ready to give birth at the end of his second trimester.
Unconsciously, he began to rock his hips as Alex kneaded his drum-tight belly. He thanked every god above that he'd gotten knocked up by such an attentive, loving man. He barely had to ask which places needed to be massaged or rubbed. By now, Alex could read his body and tell exactly where his strong hands were needed. And if Nate just needed an anchor to hold on to through the pain much like he was now, he was great for that too.
A head settled right behind his cervix as the lower baby turned and shifted downward. Nate took an experimental step forward and felt it fall further into place as the babe higher up pushed down on the first. He gasped at the sudden and intense increase in pressure, leading Alex to turn him around and squeeze his hips for counter pressure until he felt Nate relax under his hands with a groan.
"Ugh… head's fat like yours." Sighed Nate as he straightened himself up with his back to Alex's chest.
He could feel the rumbling of a quiet chuckle against his back. "You don't mind my fat head when it's between your legs."
Nate laughed as Alex planted a series of playful kisses all around the side of his face and neck before batting him away. Alex remained next to the bed as he watched Nate carefully waddle to the bathroom. Walking him there is something he would've done himself if he knew Nate wouldn't snap, saying his legs weren't broken and he didn't need help getting around but he for sure couldn't get off the toilet on his own anymore.
Come morning, Alex was grateful for how heavily Nate slept this late in his pregnancy. A conversation the day before about what he'd do while Alex was at the mandatory meeting included Nate gushing about the breakfast he planned to whip up once he was able to get out of bed. A stack of three pancakes with strawberries and bananas and warm maple syrup drizzled over the top. Scrambled eggs, grits, and a few biscuits on the side made up the rest of the meal that sat on a tray Alex was carrying to the bedroom. He didn't want to wake Nate –even though he was usually up from the twins roused and stretching out in the confines of his tight womb– but wanted him to have the option of eating his food while it was still hot.
He fully expected the scoff that left Nate after he was gently shaken with the smell of the food so close hitting him the moment he opened his eyes. "You just can't let me do anything, can you?"
"Nope." Alex quipped as he set two glasses of water and orange juice on the night stand. A small kiss was planted on the pregnant man's forehead before he bent down to place two on his belly. "I won't be too long."
The very second he walked away, Nate began longing for him. Mornings were usually spent with Alex's arm cradling the massive belly he'd gifted his husband while peppering him with kisses until Nate grew annoyed. Now he was annoyed that it wasn't happening this morning, but he was sure there would…
A pinch on his cervix made him gasp and grip the base of his belly. He didn't say anything, but he'd been having spaced out contractions since the previous afternoon. Alex made a comment on how his belly was more lopsided and lower than usual. It was hanging when he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and even lower this morning. Every contraction, no matter how small, forced more pressure into his pelvis as his babies were shoved towards their only exit.
This one, however, flipped that natural switch in his brain that told him this might be real labor. When he dug his fists into the sheets and leaned forward on them, he lifted his hips to lessen the pressure but that only made him realize how full his bottom felt. He recalled the article that said that fullness along with the need to run to the bathroom was normal and it meant nothing more than the head of the baby preparing for birth. He was suddenly grateful for the hours upon hours of content he and Alex had consumed on pregnancy and childbirth but wished there were other options for alleviating the pressure without popping the babies out.
After the contraction subsided, Nate made quick work of the more than delightful breakfast that was left on the bed. Instinct kicked in when the meal was finished and he was struck with the urge to clean. Within two hours he'd done everything from vacuuming and mopping the floors to wiping down all the countertops to clearing dust off their fans to finally rearranging things in the nursery. All while stopping for the contractions that were present enough to make him pause and rock his hips but not frequent enough to make him worry about rushing to the hospital.
He suddenly decided he needed a bit of sunlight and hauled himself outside to grab the mail. By now the strain was exaggerated in his walk. The engaged head of their first kept his legs apart with one hand digging into his back and the other cupping the underside of his belly. His entire body swayed from side to side as he leaned back from the weight in the front dragging him down.
By the time he reached the brick mailbox, another contraction was adding pressure to his hips. With his fingers digging in to his underbelly, he pressed up against the lowest baby to get the weight off his cervix even a little bit, but it proved useless. The pain came with an intense ache in his lower back that had him leaning heavily against the mailbox with both hands now aggressively rubbing his back.
He breathed deeply as he and Alex had practiced together many times but the contraction suddenly built up to a lightning bolt of pain in his lower back and belly that made him gasp. He was just grateful that none of their neighbors were around to see him nearly in labor against the mailbox. Even though birth still felt far away, he told himself to grab the mail and waddle back to the house. Before he could do that, his phone began to vibrate. It was Alex.
Nate released a deep breath and focused on evening out his voice as he answered. "Alex?"
"You look like you're about to have my babies on the driveway."
"What?" With a furrowed brow he lowered the phone and looked around for any sign of Alex's SUV. Then he remembered. Just above the garage in the corner was a motion activated camera that had been aimed at him the whole time. As soon as it sensed movement, a live feed was sent straight to their phones. With his notifications for it turned off, Nate forgot it even existed. "You can't be serious…"
"Go back inside, please."
"I'm getting the mail, not cutting the damn grass. And shouldn't you be in a meeting?" Nate asked as he grabbed the mail and began his trek back towards the house.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Alex…"
"I stepped out to use the restroom when I got pinged and saw you ready to collapse next to the mailbox."
"Just a little back pain." Nate muttered.
He was now huffing as he waddled back up the driveway. He didn't want to say it to Alex but he was right about going back to the bed. The head was so low that sitting was no longer an option and he was longing for a pillow under his belly with two stacked between his legs to help with the pressure…
But the living room still needed to be tidied.
"Go lay down. I can finish up whatever else needs to be done when I get home in a bit." Alex knew the nesting was natural and unavoidable but the way Nate was waddling had him worried that he might lose his balance and hurt the three of them.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll do that."
He could hear his husband's sigh of defeat on the other end. "Just don't hurt yourself. I'll be home in a couple hours."
Nate returned to the house and cleaned until his hips begged for rest but the tightness in his back kept him up and moving. He decided to wait for his husband in the kitchen and brace himself on the countertops as contractions rolled through. Twenty minutes of pacing and moaning passed before the unmistakable sound of the garage door going up was heard just as a contraction was releasing him.
"Thought I told you to lay down." Said Alex as he set his laptop bag down on the counter.
"Well, hello to you too." Nate sneered. Alex closed the gap between two of them and as soon as he was within reach, the larger man's hands went straight to his stuffed belly before he leaned down for a slow kiss.
"Hi." Alex huffed after pulling away. "How you feelin'?"
"Like your kids are about to fall out of me. They're so much lower than they were yesterday." Nate sighed and cradled his belly to emphasise his discomfort. "And contractions are getting a bit closer than last night too."
"How close?"
"About six minutes."
He hummed in response. "Do you need me to check?"
Nate winced at the question. He was uncomfortable enough without Alex poking around up there but he felt like he should be at five by now. Confirmation would be helpful for sure.
"Yeah, let's do it."
After bracing himself on the counter, Nate pulled his pants down just enough for a hand to slip through. As expected, the moment Alex's fat fingers brushed his cervix, his womb seized. A whimper escaped him and Alex brought the other hand around the underside of his belly and kneaded the reddened skin struggling to contain his load.
"I know, baby." He whispered with his lips on Nate's shoulder as he measured his progress.
"C-can you feel my bag? Aaaahhhhh…"
Alex frowned and shook his head. "No. You're barely open down there."
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Nate exhaled as the fingers left his hole.
"But you think this is it? Are they ready?"
"It has to be. They've been ready."
Only they weren't.
He was proven wrong when three days passed with Nate feeling closer to birth with each passing hour. Contractions would space out as soon as they got close enough for him to think they were serious. They went to the hospital twice with Nate nearly having an emotional meltdown in the car when they were sent home the second time. Despite his cervix growing weak from the pressure of the head pressing on it and his pained pleas for help, they were told by multiple doctors that his cervix wasn't open enough for him to possibly feel that close. And with the birth ward as busy as it was, they were advised not to return until Nate's water broke. Alex made sure to submit a complaint to HR as he watched Nate grow increasingly stressed by the prolonged labor.
The head of their first baby was wedged deep down in the bowl of his pelvis and kept his legs spread wide. Nate swore he could feel it getting bigger between his legs every day and as a result, he couldn't do anything on his own without a stabbing pain in his crotch.
Alex didn't mind the fact that Nate had become dependent on him for everything, more than he had been for the past ten months. That dependance mostly consisted of Alex helping him limp to the bathroom to shower and relieve himself before hauling him back to bed with every meal being brought to him. The princess treatment would have been far more enjoyable had Nate not felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode.
Three days in, he started doing everything he could to induce labor naturally. Castor oil, yoga ball, spicy food, curb walking. Nothing worked. Nate suggested sex multiple times but Alex was adamant about not hurting him or the babies with his size. The only thing that changed his mind was four days after the pains started when he came home from the grocery store to the sound of Nate weeping in their bedroom. The protective husband in him dropped the bags and bolted across the house, fully prepared for the worst.
But all he saw was Nate laying on his side with three pillows stacked between his legs. He cried with wiggling hips and a hand pressing upward on his rear. Alex ran over to the side of the bed and began feeling around his overwhelmed womb.
"Love, what's wrong? What are you feeling?"
"It's on something!" He yelped out as his hips jerked in agony. "It's sitting on something, Alex. Oh, GOD it hurts! Fuck!"
"Where's the pain?"
"Everywhere. I don't know. God, I don't know I just need it to move. It needs to move now!"
Alex's hands hovered over where the lowest baby sat heavy at the bottom of his belly. When he pressed against the bulk Nate cried out as the motion only pushed the babe further down onto whatever nerve or bone it was resting on. With a gasp and a pang of guilt, Alex went from pressing on his lower belly to rubbing the stretch marked skin. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my love."
"Alex, I need it. I need it now, please!" Nate cried out as he pulled himself about with his arms as if he were trying to drag himself away from the pain. His legs were utterly useless at this point and had been for about a day now. Miserable was an understatement. It was down right intolerable. "I'm tired, I can't walk, I can hardly breathe, babe, please! I need this to be over, I can't take it! I'm sorry."
Alex thought about trying the hospital again but the last thing he wanted was to give Nate false hope and get sent home a third time. After their second rejection, they agreed to leave after his water broke since that seemed to be the only way they'd give him a room. He wished there was another within a reasonable distance but the next major facility with a birth ward was so far there's no way Nate would make it there comfortably. The guilt of putting his husband in such a state was beginning to eat him.
And the guilt increased tenfold because, to his surprise, he'd become aroused looking at his tiny and comically overstuffed husband.
His babies had only grown since the day they assumed he was in labor and Alex truly began to worry when Nate woke up complaining about being out of breath in his sleep. His brood had grown so large and the limited space meant the second baby had no choice but to push up and squeeze its father's lungs. There was simply no room left. Alex felt disgusted with himself over the past few days as he hardened every time Nate begged to give birth.
I did this to him. Alex thought to himself as blood began to rush down to his dick.
I did this to him. His stomach churned with shame over the fact that he knew his babies would be bigger than Nate's hips could handle but he pumped him full anyway. It was a shitty feeling even though Nate was begging to be impregnated.
"Alex." He was pulled out of his mind and his eyes were back on Nate and his stomach that was badly bulging with his twins. He could barely speak between heavy breaths and tearful eyes. "They're pushing down… they're ready… I just need you to-"
Alex winced as he was cut off by a contraction that knocked out whatever air he had left in his lungs. He kept his eyes on Nate' belly as skin and muscle caved in on the twins, barely even registering the fact that he'd unzipped his pants while watching his husband fight through the throws of labor.
By the time the pain was over, Alex was on the bed with nothing but a t-shirt on. Nate looked at him and smiled. It was shaky and weak but the first time he'd done so in days. Alex wasted no time kissing it away while groping his stomach and weeping breasts. Nate slid his hands under the thin shirt and did the same, squeezing Alex's stomach and chest just the way he liked.
Both of them were panting when the kiss was broken and Alex leaned back before removing the pillows between his legs. "We need a word."
Nate helped by grabbing another one and tossing it to the side. "A word?"
"If it's too much. You gotta say something so I know if I need to stop."
"You'll stop when my water breaks."
"Love, I'm not doing this without one."
Nate scoffed. "You can't come up with one?"
"You'll be the one screaming it." Alex growled in his ear and Nate was hit with the urge to push the man nipping away at his neck onto his back and ride him aggressively until his cervix was bruised and his sac popped. He would've done it if he could move at all. "Thought it would be nice to let you choose."
"Diamond?" Nate answered quickly, eager to have the man's cock filling him up.
Alex nodded with a smile. "Diamond it is. You ready?"
In response, he widened his legs as best as he could to give his husband a view of the wet stain of his arousal through his briefs. "I've been ready."
That was enough to have Alex reaching around the rim of his underwear and tugging them off completely. Nate's pussy was wet and swollen, beautifully prepared for sex and birth all at once. Alex was drawn to it like a magnet, pupils fully dilated as he unconsciously lowered his head to taste how ready his husband was, heart hammering in his ears. After a long, hot minute of licking and sucking, Alex decided he needed more. A lot more.
He pulled back panting with a hungry gaze Nate hadn't seen in a long time. "Get up."
Apparently Nate had been thoroughly enjoying being eaten out because he let out a frustrated groan before he paused and looked up with confusion all over his face. "Huh?"
"Kneel on the bed, come on." He wasted no time gently tugging on Nate's hands to get him moving.
"What are you…" Then he realized. "There's no way."
"Just for a few minutes. Please."
"My water could break. I'm not trying to drown you today."
"You've held it in this long. And if I drown under you, I'd die completely happy."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't die at all."
Alex laughed. "I'll be fine. More than fine, even. If you really want me to stop, use the word and it's over. We'll move on to the next part, alright?"
He suddenly began to feel self conscious about how heavy and huge he'd become since he last rode Alex's face. "Are you sure? I don't wanna suffocate you either."
"If you crushed me with the weight I put on you, I'd die even happier. I won't be too long."
Nate only ever expressed needing his sperm to speed up labor but Alex was determined to have his desperate husband shaking and screaming from an orgasm along with him.
A grin stretched across Alex's face as Nate accepted his help and sat up, groaning. His hands dug into his back when gravity pulled both his belly and the babies downward.
"Ooooooh…" He moaned deeply. "You're gonna have to hurry down there. I won't be able to stay up for long."
Alex rained kisses all over his shoulders. "I'll be quick. Promise."
He nudged Nate's legs as a signal for him to spread and lift as best as he could. As soon as he was able to slide underneath, Alex's hands went straight to his thighs and pulled him down. Nate blushed when he felt his lower belly resting heavily on the man's forehead, and he let out a grunt as he tried his best to lift the load off of him. His hands were pulled away and he leaned forward, adding to the pressure that Alex welcomed as he positioned his mouth under Nate's swollen pussy.
It started with a slow lapping of his tongue that almost instantly turned Nate's legs into jelly. He braced himself with one hand on the bed and the other cradling Alex's head beneath his swell. The last time he rode his husband's face, he could look down and see his head as he worked but the only thing in view was his rock-solid and malformed abdomen that tightened further the second Alex latched on to his engorged clit.
A sharp gasp left him as his entire body seized up. Alex's grip on his thighs kept his opening flush against his face and Nate couldn't do anything more than roll his hips against the mouth sucking him below. The two maintained a steady rhythm as he was overwhelmed with the sensation of labor and pleasure fused together. His orgasm was quick to build, pushing the melon-like head of their baby down with a force so intense he felt his cervix stretch around the large mass in his hips. The closer he got to climax, the further down the head dipped until it struck a bundle of nerves that had his entire body shaking violently. Alex took that as his cue to increase the intensity of his sucking and that was it for him.
Nate went from trembling to uncontrollably bouncing his hips with Alex's mouth never leaving his clit. The contraction peaked with his orgasm and combined with the pressure from the head, it was quickly proving to be too much despite the ecstasy flowing through him in massive waves. He was so overwhelmed that his body responded to the sensations with a rogue push that forced a broken gasp from his mouth.
"SHIT, BABE!" He cried out, reaching down to grab a fistful of the bear's hair. "Alex!"
Feeling ready to explode in the midst of his orgasm, Nate tried to raise his hips but the death grip Alex held on his thighs rendered him immobile. His mind raced through the fog of birth and pleasure as he fought to remember the word.
Emerald? No.
Daisy? No.
"D-DIAMOND!" Relief washed over him Alex immediately loosened his grip. "Diamond. Diamond… Oh, god."
He broke the suction with a pop and swiftly slid out from under him. Nate leaned forward on his fists, rocking back and forth in an effort to ease the pressure in his hips and ground himself. Alex noticed the sniffling along with the dampness on his cheeks and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice was frantic but he calmed a little when Nate shook his head slowly.
Both of them were having trouble catching their breath, Nate struggled a bit more with two post-term babies pushing on his insides but he managed to speak. "No… that was just… it was a lot… good, but a lot."
He made sure not to mention the push. With everything he felt at once, he wasn't even sure if that's actually what happened but it felt like he was pushing with the pressure for a moment.
Alex hummed in approval and got to work on kneading his lower back. Out of curiosity, he leaned over to look between Nate's legs and smiled when a runny, clear liquid was steadily dripping onto the bed sheets.
"Well, we got a leak goin' at least." Alex announced. "I think we should stop here and get ready to go."
Nate shook his head again, still stuck in the fight to steady his breathing.
Here we go. Alex thought to himself.
"Water breaks, then we leave."
"I'm sure it'll all come out if you walk around for a few minutes."
"Alex, you said you'd do it. I'll use the word again if I have to, just let me ride this one out. And rub like you mean it."
He didn't realize his hand had eased up on his back but Nate purred when he pressed down hard again. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with the overly pregnant man and Nate really didn't seem like he'd last long anyway. It looked as if a single well placed thrust would have the rest of his water all over the bed.
"Alright. Let me know when you're ready."
A minute passed before Nate began arranging their pillows as Alex watched with complete adoration as he made a little nest for himself and his massive swell. Once everything was together, Alex immediately moved to help settle his belly by holding it so Nate could move to his side quicker and easier. He took note of the immense weight of the twins as they leaned heavily to one side and wondered how Nate would handle the birth once the pushing ramped up.
The moment Nate's pregnancy was revealed, they got to work on finding a team of doctors who frequently dealt with large babies and quickly found a group of them who reeled when they saw the couple for the first time. And it was Alex they were more concerned about (or rather his size). Everyone was a gnat compared to him but Nate especially as he was nearly a whole foot and a half shorter with Alex being three times as heavy.
They instantly shattered Nate's dreams of having a natural birth but continued with his care until they found a second heartbeat. After realizing they were having twins, talks of a natural birth started again since the immense weight was now split between two babies. And while they still measured big for twins, everyone remained confident that the birth would go smoothly.
After he grew to a certain point, none of the doctors thought he would make it past 36 weeks but here he was at 41 being induced by his husband after weeks of complete hell. Nate was adamant about not having a medical induction and the doctors allowed him to keep going since the babies still weren't big enough for an intervention like that to be required. But they were big enough to cause the most intense pain, discomfort, and exhaustion Nate had ever felt in the weeks leading up to today.
He sighed as he was finally able to rest on his side and Alex lowered the weight of his belly onto the pillows that alleviated the strain on his abused back. He hissed and winced as he raised his leg to grant his husband entry to his puffy, drooling pussy. He didn't give Alex pointers on how fast or hard he wanted the man to go. He was just desperate to be popped so they could run to the delivery ward and be done with this pregnancy.
Alex kneeled over him, massaging his thickened thighs and aching hips for a moment before pressing his fat tip against Nate's dampened entrance that radiated a welcoming warmth. As he pushed in, he studied Nate's body language and expressions for any sign of discomfort but the man took him well despite being in labor and not having sex for the past month.
Alex switched to focusing inward the further he slid in, the tightness and warmth forcing more blood to rush from his head down to his cock. Eyes closed, face tilted up at the ceiling, light tremors in his hips, he was at war with is own body as he tired to control himself for the sake of the twins and Nate's comfort. After another inch, the pregnant pussy engulfing him tightened further and he had to stop, his head now hanging between his shoulders and he took slow, deep breaths.
"You okay up there?" He looked down to see Nate looking up at him with weary eyes.
Alex couldn't help but lean in and capture his lips in a heated kiss, breaking it briefly to mumble a breathy "you're so tight, baby" against his skin before kissing him again. A minute passed with their lips locked together as Alex's nerves eased. Right when his body relaxed enough, Nate's tightened as he was taken by another contraction.
"Move. Please." Was all he could say as he began to writhe with the intense discomfort of having Alex's girth sitting there while his whole body began to throb.
He carefully pushed the rest of the way in but halted when his tip kissed something taut inside his husband's pussy. For a moment, he assumed the worst until he remembered the other day before being sent home a second time when the nurse announced that Nate's sac was beginning to bulge. While he didn't mention it since then, Alex was curious to know exactly what she meant and how it would feel against his fingers but this was arguably better albeit a little awkward. When Nate asked to be popped Alex didn't think he meant it in a literal sense.
There was an inch left, he realized as he looked down, and he felt grossed out with himself as the thought of pushing further into his bag had him weeping cum. A decision was made and he pulled back to study Nate again before he pressed his hips flush against his husband's. That final inch had Nate mooing as the pressure of the contraction pushing down combined with Alex pushing up into his thick waters had his fingers clawing at anything he could grab.
Watching Nate come undone beneath him caused Alex's composure to falter. He began moving as slowly and carefully as he could while fighting the growing urge to pound his brains out. And the more he forced it back with the squeezing from the contraction, the worse it got.
His pace quickened but he was mindful of how deep he went, not wanting to rupture Nate's water before they came together but even that was an uphill battle. A battle he lost when the contraction reached its peak and held Alex's girth with a death grip.
"Fuck." He groaned as Nate cried out with waves of intense pleasure and blinding pain.
Alex's heavy lidded eyes looked down at his husband as he thrusted vigorously. He was almost salivating at the sight underneath him. Nate's jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, skin red and glistening with sweat, belly stretch marked and tight around the two massive babies he'd carried so well throughout these past ten months.
If anybody told either of them they'd end up this way a decade ago, neither of them would've believed it. The pipeline from high school enemies to high school sweethearts to husbands to soon-to-be fathers was a wild but welcome one. For the nine years they'd been together they frequently discussed having kids and now Nate was underneath him massive with twins and begging Alex to bust his water.
He needed this moment tattooed to his brain. They were unsure if any more kids would follow these two but even if they agreed to have more, nothing would compare to this right here.
His grunts and growls turned into whimpers of desperation as he finally relinquished control of his hips and gave Nate everything he had.
He'll use the word if he needs it.
The pace increased until Alex worked up to his typical rutting with the clapping of wet skin urging him to slam into Nate harder than he usually would this late in his pregnancy. The wound up nerves in his gut that feared Nate might shout the word out of discomfort was released when the overdue man screamed his name in complete bliss. That was all Alex needed to set a grueling rhythm as he punched away at Nate's sac that was beginning to leak fluid onto the sheets in a slow trickle.
He's close. God, he's close.
Alex shut his eyes and wrung contraction after contraction out of Nate's body. The man beneath him was out of his mind as the intimacy of sex and labor took hold. Eyes rolled back, Nate could feel the warmth spilling from his hole around Alex's dick as his water neared a full rupture.
The next squeeze of his uterus forced so much pressure onto his dilated cervix that he couldn't help but push unconsciously. He lost count of the amount of times his body heaved on its own. If Alex felt any of it, he didn't show it at all. Nate was aware of his body's plea to push but the pleasure far outweighed the pain of childbirth. Plus his water was still in the way but it wouldn't be for long.
The contractions increased in intensity and frequency as his orgasm ramped up in the pit of his stomach with the latest one forcing the urge to push to the forefront of his mind. The word was on the tip of his tongue as he knowingly pushed with the feeling but he refused to let it out. Instead, he released a moan from his chest and opened his eyes wide, opting to focus on the ceiling as the pain in his overstressed pelvis became more prevalent. Tears stung his eyes as he was struck with the primal realization that the babies were truly coming but he needed to finish first. And he could tell Alex was getting there too.
With a trembling hand, Nate reached down for his clit but his belly was too full and low for him to rub the throbbing bud.
"Alex." He squeaked pathetically, causing the much larger man to look down and marvel at the way Nate desperately tugged at the base of his belly to give him a view of his needy clit. "Please."
Like a magnet, Alex's fingers went straight to the tiny dick that was red and swollen, begging for relief. It was all Nate needed and that would be the end. And as much as he wished to stay on top of his laboring husband forever, he needed to get Nate to the hospital as soon as realistically possible with how much pressure and resistance he was beginning to feel with the contractions.
Their eyes locked on each other as Alex got to work on tipping him over the edge. A string of broken gasps left Nate and his body began to tense up but their gazes never strayed. One final birth pain overtook him and the world around them slowed as one more realization hit Nate like a freight train.
They weren't going to make it to the hospital.
The pressure was too much, the head too low. But instead of being stuck by fear at the possibility of an unplanned home birth, Nate grew even more aroused. His uterus clenched and the muscles in his legs tightened at the thought of Alex guiding both of their babies out in the very bed they were made in with his huge, gentle hands. He couldn't control the next push that came with the contraction nor the water he felt squirting out with it. His orgasm snuck up alongside the peak of his laboring.
"Alex, I'm–" Cumming. Pushing. The words were caught in his throat as he was overtaken by the need to give birth.
Diamond.
The rational part of his brain knew this needed to end.
Alex watched as Nate locked up and began shaking profusely with his eyes rolled back in his head and toes curled, blissfully unaware of how hard his husband was bearing down as he couldn't tell the difference between the pushing and Nate's mind-shattering orgasm by now.
Diamond.
Nate knew he should say it even though he was still full of amniotic fluid.
Looking down at the absurd mess they'd made along with Nate's bulging womb had Alex's balls tight and aching. The bed was soaked with sweat, slick, and the fluid that was prematurely pounded out of his sac. Nate was right there. Ready to pop. All they needed now was for him to do his part.
Diamond!
It's too much.
As his cock was squeezed by Nate's climax, he went harder. Chasing his own orgasm. The snapping of his hips became wild and unsteady the closer he got. Alex leaned down with his face buried in Nate's neck, pressing his weight onto the man below him and swearing as they sunk into the mountain of pillows together. Eventually, he reached the point where he could no longer form words and his sounds began to alternate between growls and whimpers. He barely registered the new noises being ripped from Nate's throat while he came down from his orgasm and felt the full force of childbirth.
Say it!
He couldn't bring himself to say the word but it was coming now.
Alex couldn't see anything but he felt the softness of Nate's lips pressing against the side of his head and his thrusts grew more desperate than ever.
"It's time, Alex. It's time." Nate whispered next to his ear.
That was all it took to have Alex grabbing the headboard and slamming into Nate so hard he slid a few inches up the bed. He released his hot seed the moment his tip rammed into his sac with his whole body violently trembling. The more he shook, the harder he pushed into the weakening membrane until he felt the pop followed by a rush of warmth. An explosive pressure Nate had been battling for days was released in a jet stream of water that shot between the two of them to the other side of the bed with Alex still and throbbing inside. The fluids were mixed with water and semen as Alex was washed out of him in his last few, weak pumps.
The proper gush followed when he pulled out and Nate exhaled in relief as the rest of the pressure went with it. But instead of being followed with a brief moment of rest, he was thrown into a series of short and violent pushes. He expected Alex to throw him into the car and rush to the ER but it seems he also knew they wouldn't make it anywhere before the twins were born. There was a silent understanding between the two of them that he was giving birth here and now.
Nate couldn't keep himself from holding the pushes when the head began to bulge between his legs. Alex, still catching his breath, announced that he could see hair as his birthing husband wailed at the pain shooting through his back, a steady stream of cum and water leaking from his opening with each push. His belly sagged heavily between his legs as the babes were at their lowest. He was an absolute sight to behold in this state and Alex soaked in every second of it.
Soon enough, the baby began to crown. That's where the trouble started. The head pushed his lips apart just as the shoulders came bouldering through his cervix. Nate suddenly felt like he was being torn open from the inside out and responded with a blood curdling shriek, eyes wide open with pain. Alex watched as he rolled and kicked and shifted around in the bed in agony. The same shitty feeling returned when he felt himself hardening again but Nate was too far gone to notice. Alex had to resist the urge to pump into his hand as the hysteria increased with Nate's stretching pussy.
"PULL IT OUT!" He screamed as he clawed at the sheets. "PLEASE, IT'S BIG!"
Alex ignored his arousal and crawled up next to Nate's head. As soon as he placed a hand on the man's cheek, his painful eyes flew open and stared straight into Alex's.
"You can do this, my love."
"Alex, it's big…" Said Nate, his voice shaking and wavering as he spoke quickly. "It hurts. Please, it hurts…"
"I know, Nate. Just push out the head, alright? I can give them a little tug but you have to get the head out."
"I can't. I CAN'T! GOD, I CAN'T!" The rest of his words were lost in another wave of screams interrupted by grunts with his effort. The contraction ripped through him, adding the most intense pressure to his lower body as his womb fought tooth and nail to expel the babies.
The baby was so large it pushed against every nerve as it slowly inched downward with each push. The screams and grunts turned into throaty moans. Alex was confused at first but knew what was happening when Nate's hips began to buck and twitch on their own. The crown bulged so far out as his orgasm built over time. They just needed the tight skin around his pussy to release the head and it would be out. But he knew Nate would need help getting there.
When Alex's hands moved between his legs, one to play with his swollen clit and the other ready to support the head, Nate pushed violently. It took mere seconds of Alex teasing his tiny dick for him to orgasm so hard the whole bed trembled as the shockwaves of ecstasy ran through him. The moaning and screaming stopped. Nate was silent as his mouth opened in a silent wail and his back arched against the bed. There was a tremble in his legs that grew worse and worse with the pressure until…
"OH!" He cried out as the head popped free.
"That's it, baby!" Alex laughed as he cradled the head in his large hand. He took note if how heavy it felt and wondered how Nate was functioning in those final days with something so big between his legs. The smaller man took the opportunity to breathe and collect himself as Alex helped the baby turn in his hands. "I need a big push on the next contraction and it's over. You got this!"
"Babe, there's a second one." He groaned.
"But it's smaller and we're gonna get it out quick, alright? Just push and I'll help."
His heart hammered in his chest when the fear in Nate's eyes turned into trust. Before he could respond, the next birth pain had him grunting as it climaxed rapidly. Alex started to wiggle it free as soon as he felt the push but he needed more to work with.
"Harder, Nate. Come on, push it out. You can do it. Push!"
At that, he paused to take in one more gulp of air and pushed so hard a tremor ran through him. The only sound he made was a grunt that increased in intensity as Alex twisted and pulled gently. He smiled when he felt the shoulders start to give and knew Nate felt it as well by the way he adjusted his hips to open wider for the baby. "That's it, love. It's almost out! Hold it, Nate. Hold it!"
One shoulder popped out and with one final tug, the baby fell out of his canal and filled Alex's warm, waiting hands, crying out as soon as it was hit with the cool air. He was taking a brief moment to celebrate when until he noticed Nate hadn't stopped pushing. He was purple in the face when another gush of water escaped him and within the same push, the second baby began to emerge in a breech position. Alex was in the middle of removing his shirt to wrap the first baby in when water began to spray out around the twin.
"Whoa, love. Slow it down, it's–"
Nate needed everything out. The baby, the fluids, all of it. He was so tired of feeling full that he refused to ease up even for a moment. And even if he wished to stop, he was sure he couldn't. He was at the mercy of his birthing body that wanted nothing more than to be empty and free from Alex's seed. The legs began to dangle out and seconds later, the rest of the baby gushed onto the bed between his legs, stomach deflating dramatically. Nate let out the biggest relieved sigh as Alex pressed a kiss against his forehead, whispering gentle words of thanks and praise to the man who'd just given him two fat, healthy babies.
"Next time," Nate said wearily, "we're doing this at the hospital."
Alex couldn't help but smile at the idea of a "next time".
I have to imagine that rapid pregnancy would be far more humiliating than what people often write about. Sure, there’s the horror of watching a womb slowly inflate, each inhale leaving it further out than the last until it’s obvious what’s happening.
But few people think about the rush of endorphins and hormones and what that might do to someone while they’re already dealing with the sudden pregnancy. When that pressure pushes down on their hips and leaves their cunt engorged, will they notice that they’re starting to soak through their clothes? Will their face flush crimson as they try to ignore it, only to feel their nipples throb as their breasts grow and prepare to let down with milk?
How much more embarrassing will it be when they let out a wail, drawing attention to both their new fecundity as well as their quivering legs while they cum in front of everyone?
I think getting big and round with a popped, pregnant belly button would be really embarrassing, too. And then all the hormones making me horny while my tits swell up into milky udders?
I'd be humiliated as I scream and squirt, soaking my pants that are already torn open over my ripening belly. Everyone turning to stare at my heavily pregnant body as I cum and grow, milk dripping from my puffy nipples.
You’re a breeder for your pack, always carrying large litters. You have the ability to be bred multiple times in the same pregnancy. As each litter matures, you birth that brood while the rest stay in your full womb.
The pack alpha has complete instinctual control over your body and the offspring inside of you. Until now, that is a power that never impacted you. You are pregnant several times over, on the cusp of either birth or immobility, whichever comes first when the alpha decrees that the pack is in too much danger to risk new pups. You are not allowed to give birth.
The pups keep growing inside of you. They stretch you out and weigh you down. Quickly, you reach the point at which you can’t walk with a straight back. Instead, you waddle with both arms clutching at the underside of your overdue womb. You feel pressure in your pelvis but your body listens to your alpha and keeps your womb from dropping.
After some time, you lose the ability to walk at all. You have a rotating shift of attendants to help you get around. They’ll let you put your arm around their shoulders while they wrap muscular arms around your massive swell. Months into this, you are visited by your pack leader.
You’re on your bed, stroking your belly in a vain effort to calm the teeming of the now fully overdue sets of babies inside. You are also vainly attempting to stroke yourself to orgasm but are nearly in tears of frustration as you fail to reach.
Seeing your distress, your alpha comes inside and soothes your overstuffed womb. Even he can hardly reach halfway around. The pups calm at his command. He lowers his heads and suckles at you before dipping his head between your thighs to pleasure you.
Before long, you’ve come and come and come and are begging for more. Begging to give birth, begging for him to thrust himself inside you and fill you up even more. He rolls you onto your enormous belly, riling up the numerous offspring inside, as he kneels between your legs and spreads you open with his cock. You’re still gasping and grasping onto your womb as he begins fulfilling your request to fill you up.
You’re so incredibly pregnant that you can hardly move… but when his knot locks in place and his cum fills you up, ensuring that another litter will soon begin stretching you to colossal proportions… your tears are filled with arousal as much as shock.
Birth is still not allowed, but your mind has fractured a bit from being so full and bed bound that you let the other males start breeding you again too. You’re going to be the biggest breeder there ever was if the alpha doesn’t decide the pack is a safe place for new litters to be born soon. Either way, your womb will always be full.
My belly should be enormous, swollen, dense, ballooning, back-breakingly heavy & on the verge of bursting with multiple babies & gallons of amniotic fluid
breeding kink with laios touden.. keeping you pregnant 24/7 n as soon as your able to be impregnated again he dosent waste any time getting to it. twins run in both your families so you’re just constantly pregnant with pairs of triplets every year and he’s oh so doting on you and all your children together while he’s chosen the kingdoms best nannie’s to take care of your abundant growing family.
laios who gets this soft, stupid smile every time he looks at you pregnant again, like he genuinely can’t believe he got this lucky.
at first everyone thinks the kingdom’s joking when the announcements keep coming.
twins.
then another set.
then triplets.
the palace servants stop fully putting the nursery furniture away because there’s honestly no point anymore.
and laios absolutely loves it.
not in a weird controlling way either, he’s just completely obsessed with domestic life with you. he likes waking up with a baby asleep on his chest and another curled into your side. likes the noise, the chaos, the tiny shoes left all over the palace halls. he’ll come back from royal meetings still wearing his crown only for one of the toddlers to immediately yank on it until he takes them into his lap.
you’re basically never not pregnant at this point because the second you’ve recovered enough, he’s all over you again. kissing you slow and affectionate while holding your waist like he already knows exactly what he wants.
and he’s so unbearably doting about it too.
always checking if you’ve eaten. hovering when you’re tired. sneaking into the kitchens himself because you mentioned craving something once three weeks ago. he acts like carrying his children is the most sacred thing anyone’s ever done for him.
half the time he’s kneeling in front of you with both hands on your stomach, talking to the babies before they’re even born.
the pregnancies get harder with how constant they are, especially with twins running in both families. by the time you’re carrying another set of triplets, the royal physicians are stressed out of their minds while laios is just standing there looking awestruck every time the babies kick.
he absolutely hires the best nannies in the kingdom, but he refuses to let them raise the children for him. he wants to be involved in everything. baths, bedtime stories, teaching the older kids weird monster facts they definitely should not know at their age.
the palace basically turns into organized chaos.
children running through corridors at all hours. tiny voices yelling for you both nonstop. older siblings carrying younger ones around because there are simply too many little touden babies to keep track of anymore.
and somehow laios still finds time to make you feel adored through all of it.
pulling you into his lap late at night after the children are finally asleep. pressing sleepy kisses against your shoulders while one hand rests over your stomach automatically, like it belongs there.
already hoping for another baby before he’s even admitted it out loud.
I like the idea of rapid pregnancy being the result of some unknowning little kid... one who just wanted a lot of siblings for Christmas, not knowing his mother would have to birth them all before he woke up. Finding some genie lamp in the sand at the beach not imagining how his wish for his mother to be happy again like she was pregnant with him in the pictures would cause her to expand in front of hundreds.
Putting a ball under her shirt while she was napping on the couch, not caring that it could disappear and turn into her own warm and taut skin. Drawing their family at school, seven siblings added to the picture oh you little brat... look how full you made your mom.
Candle at their birthday? Anniversary to you birthing a human? Well, guess what they wished for another!
And maybe with the lingering curse that whenever your kid touches you, they trigger it... making it all faster, all the more painful, and they just have an innocent face. They have no idea what they made.
And you never even wanted more kids, maybe you're just a single mother with no one who wants to raise a kid with you, a widow who has a crush on her muscular neighbor who can't help but hear you pant while you give birth, imagine you're at the beach and that magically appearing head is bulging in your swim bottom? Or you took your son to a play date and the kids think that little round thing coming out of you needs to go back in... and that kid's mom or dad is probably enjoying watching that sight.
Dms open! Send your discord. Just a horny guy who'd love to rp~~~~
everything's harder with an overdue belly of twins
everyone assumed you'd deliver early, given your small stature and the fact your babies were measuring in the highest percentile.
but no. here you were at 41 weeks with two massive boys weighing you down.
the entire process of pregnancy has been good to you. even despite the swollen feet and bouts of morning sickness, you've enjoyed watching yourself swell with your offspring, your belly steadily growing larger and larger, with the rest of your body rushing to catch up. your boobs were large and sensitive, your hips widened to prepare for labor.
but you were tired of it now. you had been growing for well over nine months and you weren't just big. you were massive.
you'd finally set an induction date with your doctor but it wasn't for a few more days. you hoped your babies would decide to arrive before that but they clearly weren't done cooking.
you huffed as you managed to steady yourself into an upright sitting position in bed. another day another struggle.
the oversized shirt you'd been wearing to bed for the last month wasn't very oversized anymore, with a bit of your underbelly peaking out.
you swung your legs over the side of your bed and managed to stand, your huge belly nearly toppling you over as you rubbed sleep out of your eyes. you had to pee (again -- it seemed like every five minutes you needed to) and the walk to the bathroom wasn't getting done by itself.
when you finished up, you stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment before reaching to wash your hands. you had to move to a certain angle to reach the sink, your belly protruding so much it wouldn't let you get close to it.
this was an issue in every aspect of your life. the stove was too far, the sink, and even riding in the passenger seat of the car left you brushing against the dashboard.
as soon as you walked into the kitchen to make some tea, it was clear your boys had woken up, beginning their daily ritual of fighting each other for space, and you.
you couldn't help the groan you let out as they poked and prodded at your tight womb. your back ached and despite the amount of weight your thighs had gained to hold up your brood, your knees were hurting.
you took your tea and a few snacks to your recliner, leaning back and turning on the tv. reclining helped your back and legs but the weight of your belly pressed down on your organs, leaving you out of breath.
despite the discomfort, this was the easiest way to spend your day. it wasn't like there was any other comfortable way to sit.
you snacked while you watched some tv shows and then youtube videos to prepare you for the impending birth.
your boys were restless today, jostling your midsection with kicks and punches. you sighed knowing it was only a matter of time before you would have to get up to use the bathroom again. your bladder was their favorite punching bag.
this is how your days typically went. you'd taken maternity leave just a few days ago, after your belly officially made it impossible to reach the keyboard at work.
while you were sad to leave your job, you were giddy to start taking care of your impending family. you and your partner had tried for so long, and now your babies were finally almost here.
part of you would miss being pregnant though. you'd really let yourself go, giving in to the random pregnancy cravings, enjoying the extra help from strangers out in public, and most of all how your partner doted on you in this gravid form.
you could hardly wait for them to come home – by mid afternoon the pregnancy hormones always had you horny as hell. it was getting increasingly difficult to find a comfortable position but an orgasm always satiated you.
hm, you thought. you'd never felt this way in your entire life.
maybe you could convince your partner to get you pregnant again. and again.
