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Cruising to new life - part 5
We said our goodbyes around 30 minutes later after the newly expanded family had some bonding time with the baby and the afterbirth was passed successfully. As Karen went into recovery to get stitches to mend her tear, Jess opted to stay with her baby brother as he was taken into the nursery.
As we walked out the door we ran into Adriana coming to carry out her interview with the new parent, Charles following her this time, both of them beaming smiles and warmth. Adriana actually introduced me to Charles as âthe man who always seems to be where the action isâ and after a brief handshake and a few other platitudes we found out from Adriana that so far 8 babies had been born on board with Karenâs being the latest, but considering we had been at sea for little over 24 hours that was actually more than expected.
We promised to say our hellos again at the belly cast session as both partners were intending to be there and went on our way for a slow walk back to get a bite to eat.
I spent the next hour or so with Jodie grabbing food, and chatting over the events of the day. She confided in me that she was honestly getting a little concerned about giving birth â sheâd already witnessed some âliveâ on the cruise, and they were both nothing like the serene view of birth given in the educational videos shown by our midwife. We both knew of course that there was going to be some pain involved, but she was now focusing on the amount of shouting and screaming the new mothers had been doing. I gave her a hug. Of course, it was fair to have doubts, but she was well aware from her training to now that it wasnât exactly going to be a walk in the park⊠but that was what made it all the more rewarding when she came out the other end. Everyone has been elated at the end of it all â and thatâs what we need to focus on when the time comes.
She thanked me with a kiss, as we tidied up our plates and went for a walk around the ship, looking at couples and families all sharing a special time in their lives.
We made our way slowly to the Oasis, timing it so that we arrived just as the belly cast event was starting. Jodie was walking with a noticeable waddle at this point, the hour or two we spent walking around enough to start to hurt her back, her palms pressed hard into her back as we approached the door.
âEverything OK?â I enquired, noticing her discomfort.
âYeah⊠just a fair few pounds of âthisâ wanting to tip me forward all the timeâ she said with a flourish of her hands over her belly. I couldnât help but laugh as she joined in.
We walked in and saw the group in front of us, actually much smaller than expected. We were expecting that there would be dozens if not hundreds of couples wanting to give this a go, but only 3 couples were there, ourselves included. Chatting between us, we surmised that it may be because it was in the adults only area, and the expectation that the ladies would likely be topless, unless someone wanted to ruin their top with the plaster and fabric mix that would be no doubt slapped on in the process, so that might not be for everyone. Over the next few minutes a few others turned up, but as Adriana and Charles came in from a staff entry door â Adriana already walking in topless as we had presumed â there were only 10 couples in the room including ourselves and our hosts.
Adriana spoke first. âWelcome one and all. We have invited you here personally, hence the low turnout. We have invited only those who turned up early on the first day that the Oasis area was open as a thank you for overcoming your inhibitions and joining us for a session of natural beauty, which we hope to capture with these plaster casts of your gorgeous bellies as something you can remember this special time in your lives along with the memories of this cruise for the near future.â
Suddenly I recognised the faces around me. Whilst we didnât exactly go up and greet people this morning when we arrived, I did recognise some of the faces from back then.
âNow please, donât be shy. I would like to think we were all past that stage now⊠we have prepared several small stations around the area all equipped with buckets of liquid plaster, and the fabric strips you will need. I trust you all have an understanding of what goes on with this process⊠but if not, please be imaginative â and please for a moment of seriousness - no washing your hands inside the water of the pool, as that may mess up the filtration system â please use the bucket of clean water provided. I would recommend that you coat your respective areas in Vaseline first to aid with removal of the dried product. It is always much easier when it is slippy.â She winked, clearly enjoying the innuendo. Iâm hoping I imagined it, but I had a feeling that she looked at me as she winkedâŠ
As I helped Jodie sit down in her recliner, she pulled her top over her head to reveal her bra underneath, which she leaned forward as I undid the clasps, letting her breasts release free. She actually gave a groan of appreciation at that action, and as I held her hands as she sank back into the recliner, she closed her eyes. My hands reached for the tub of Vaseline provided and I started to smear it onto her belly and breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Jodie slapped my hand away as I tweaked them, they grew large and erect at the stimulation.
âI am not having my damned nipples on display on our first belly cast!â she hissed at me as I laughed in response. âI think you should be happy to recall just how big they have gotten, all the better to feed our little baby.â I replied, and in response, I got another swat from her, but she was laughing along with me now.
I grabbed the first strip of fabric, dunked it into the bucket of plaster, and with both of my hands now dripping in the plaster mix, I pushed up her first breast away from her belly, sliding the fabric strip underneath to sandwich between the skin. The mix was evidently cold, as Jodie grimaced as I placed the fabric in contact with her skin, but she soon got over that as I lifted up the second breast, slid the fabric underneath, and reverently lowered the breast down onto the strip.
â1 down, lots to go!â I said enthusiastically, looking at the large pile of fabric strips left for us.
Jodie leaned back into the recliner and let her body go limp. âWake me when youâre doneâ she asked, as she settled back with her eyes closed and relaxed into the feel of me gently dipping fabric strips into the bucket and laying them over her body one by one.
As I continued with my task around Jodieâs bump, my eyes drifted around to the others in the room. First that I spotted were Charles and Adriana, both of them lost in their own little world - no matter how flirtatious Adriana may have been when Charles wasnât there, when he was, she only had eyes for him.
A second couple were presumably lesbians, or if not, they were very good friends. The pregnant lady had dyed purple hair and several tattoos, her partner was much demurer looking⊠but she was getting into the layering activities with gusto, her hands all over her partners body, the two of them sharing the occasional kiss.
My eyes next moved over to one of the other âhigher endâ couples - I recognised their faces from the boarding day, an older gent with - if this isnât too scandalous to say - his barbie doll trophy wife. They seemed to be getting into the swing of it though.
It was at this time that Jodie nudged my leg with her own. I looked down at her and she glanced to the side. My eyes followed the direction she was looking in and thatâs when I saw her.
The woman of the couple was in obvious discomfort, holding onto the arms of her chair and lifting up her body, wiggling side to side. As we watched she held her breath and after a few moments, she blew it out of puckered lips, her cheeks bulging.
âDo you thinkâŠ?â I whispered to Jodie. âYup. Labour.â She replied. We both possibly took a bit more interest in the couple than maybe we should of from there on out.
âWe can leave whenever you want to.â We heard the man of the couple ask his wife - his tone perhaps a little pleading.
âNo no noâŠâ the woman replied. âWe have time and I want a belly cast at my biggest. The medical place is only 2 floors below us. How long could it take to get there.â
âGeez Liz baby, you be sure to tell me if we need to move quick.â
âYou worry too much, just keep on slapping that on and we get the best memento of this pregnancy⊠other than little Tyler of course.â
We continued to carry out our own task whilst keeping one ear out to the other couple. When we heard the lady - Liz it seems - suck in her breath we took a glance over. Sure enough, even with the layers of plaster-soaked fabric tightly squashed to her skin, you could still see her belly visibly contract, going almost oblong in shape for a few moments.
She held her eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity, before letting out a quiet moan, almost impossible to hear unless you were focusing on it. We had no idea how long she had been aware she was in labour but the two of them seemed to accept that they were definitely on the road to meeting their baby.
It was the next contraction that gave it away to the rest of the room. Liz had been doing her meditative breathing as she had done before, but she suddenly let out a loud groan as all eyes turned towards the couple.
Liz was shaking her head, annoyed with herself that she managed to out herself like that, but Charles and Adriana - who had finished applying their own cast and were waiting for it to harden - approached and asked if they could help.
All the other couples finished up what they were doing and approached the couple who seemed to shy away at the attention.
âPlease, please. Iâm sorry, myself and Simon just wanted this one last celebration of the belly before we go off and have our baby. I thought I had time. Iâm starting to worry that the pains are getting really close together.â Liz spoke as Simon looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
Adriana stepped forward and held Lizâs hand. âPlease my dear. You are in charge of your birth. Whatever you need we will support you. Listen to your body and tell us what you need.â She was back to all smiles and purring accents, her âcustomer facingâ voice front and centre.
âPlease leave me alone so my husband can finish this. I donât know how much longer I have, and I need to have time for it to dryâŠâ Lizâs request was simple enough.
âBut of course, my dear. Charles, please see about having a chair brought here for our guest in case she needs to leave in a hurry.â Adriana watched as her husband pulled out a phone from his pocket and dialled for a porter to bring one of the electric wheelchairs up.
Everyone else had finished applying their layers and were sat chatting amongst themselves waiting for them to dry. Liz had become more and more restless over time, getting more and more vocal, needing to get up from her seat a lot more slowing the process of applying the wrap. She seemed to be having a tough time of it but the occasional cheer and well done from those around her as she gasped a breath after each contraction spurred her on.
As our cast had finally hardened to the point where we were able to lift it off Jodieâs body, Simon and Liz were just finishing up their final layer and were now needing to wait for it to dry.
The couple hoped that it wouldnât take too long, Liz was now bouncing in place, complaining of the weight in her pelvis being too heavy, and many other such points which suggested that her labour had advanced to the transition stage, or at least very close to it.
As Liz leaned against a wall with her head on her hands, groaning at a long running contraction, Jodie and Adriana were behind her rubbing her back. Simon looked worried, pacing back and forth muttering that they should go, Liz grunting âitâs almost dry we can go in a few minutes. I can hold onâ in response to his worried pacing.
It was a few minutes later as Liz held Simons hand, bouncing from foot to foot when she let out a yelp. Spreading her stance those around her saw glistening moisture down her legs. She soon came to the realisation that her water had broken as a strong contraction hit her. Without thinking she let go of Simonâs hands and grabbed her belly as she groaned, realising that her hands hit the dried cast with a thud rather than a soggy splat which would have signified that the casting was still damp.
Simon breathed a sigh of relief as he told her that heâd take off the cast and it was time for them to go. Liz managed a quick nod as she scrunched her eyes tightly together.
Simon scrambled in front of Liz, fingers reaching around the edges of the cast, slowly prising it off until it came loose with a âplopâ and landed in his hand. Charles walked forward and took the casting - asking for their room number so he could get it sent over whilst Simon and Liz went to the medical centre.
Liz grimaced out a âquick!â whilst Simon was fiddling with the cast, balling her fists tight as she took deep breaths in and out. Panic was evident in her voice as she let out a âIâve left it too late. The headâs so heavy. I think itâs coming!â
Adriana comforted her, taking her by the shoulders and telling her that whilst it might feel uncomfortable the baby is still likely a long way from coming, and she will be in the medical centre before she realises, holding her baby sooner than she thinks. It helped calm her down as she was escorted to the chair that was provided earlier, Simon covering her with a blanket as he bundled up her clothes, not wanting to try and make her stand up to get dressed. They left the Oasis to a cheer from the others in the room.
As they wheeled down the deck, Liz held tight onto the arms of the chair so hard that the colour drained from her hands. Between gasping, panting breaths she moaned âitâs coming, itâs coming.â Simon just kept ploughing forward on his quest to get to deck 8, doing his best to ignore Lizâs pleading, knowing that the medical centre was the best option right now.
As the lift arrived and Simon pressed the 8 button, Liz cried out in frustration. âI need to open my legs, itâs coming, itâs coming.â Simon leaned over the back of the chair and hugged her close from behind, telling her that they were nearly there. Finally the doors closed, the lift moved the short distance between floor 10 and 8, and it opened onto the reception area.
Liz couldnât cope any more. She stood up from the seat, throwing the blanket to the side and staggered forward. She tugged at the strings of her bikini bottoms, those falling down to the floor as well as she opened her legs and dropped into a semi squat, hands on her knees. She was naked in the reception area, the receptionist staring wide eyed at the incident in front of her, another mother to be who was walking the corridors dressed in a gown trying to progress her own labour stood still, mouth gaped wide at what she was seeing.
Liz screamed âthe head, the head, itâs coming!â Between her legs the black teardrop shape was rapidly growing as she was forced to push, finally able to spread her legs enough to comply with what her body had been forcing her to do.
It didnât take long, the head was coming fast, and by the end of the contraction, the head was out. Liz stood shocked with her hands between her legs, her body doubled over, cupping the mass. She looked up, caught the eye of the receptionist, then the other labouring woman and gasped âwhat do I do?â
Her question was soon answered as she needed to push again, hunkering down on her knees she gave birth to the rest of her son in a gush of fluid, catching the slippery infant in her hands and panting wildly.
The three looked at each other as Simon came up behind his wife completely taken aback by what just took place in front of his eyes.
The receptionist reacted first, pressing an alarm which had 2 of the medical staff dash into the reception area, where they took in the scene - Liz with a baby cradled in her arms attached by its umbilical cord, the other 3 people in the room all in various states of shock and awe.
The medical staff acted quickly bundled Liz up in the discarded blanket for warmth and took her into an examination room for a check over. Simon followed.
Charles pressed a button to end the call he had just received, announcing to those left in the Oasis about the birth. I sat there and checked my watch - it had been 10 minutes since they left that the phone call had been taken. Maybe we should be aware that occasionally first time babies donât want to wait.
As we got ready to leave, Charles collected in our casts, making sure that they were all tagged with the room they belonged to â and told us to keep an eye out for something special in the coming days.
Exhausted from a long day, myself and Jodie decided that we would just get room service that evening â avoid the crowds at the main dining rooms. We ordered a few bits and pieces to satisfy our hunger⊠but we were amused to find that there was a âpregnancy cravingâ menu at the end of the room service menu. We ordered a bowl of pickles and ice cream for Jodie after browsing through all sorts of concoctions â some of which even Jodie was unsure how pregnant women could stomach.
As our food came, we had a bed picnic, eating fries, chicken tenders, slices of pizza and all sorts of junk food. Then it came to the pickles and ice cream.
âI dare you, just one biteâ Jodie teased me, trying to make me take a mouthful of the mixture. The pickles had been chopped finely and mixed into the ice cream to leave what should have normally been white vanilla, a sickly green colour.
âNo⊠Iâve got a better idea.â I say, grinning. Taking off my top â with Jodie eyeing me hungrily as I did so, I dip my finger into the mixture and smear it over my chest. âIâll be your serving plate.â
âNow THIS is something I can get behindâ Jodie squealed with delight as she shoved me back onto the bed and went at me with her tongue, the feel of her bump rubbing against me leaving me in ecstasy. Eventually she moved to tugging down my shorts, bunching them at my ankles, and applying more of the desert in strategic spaces.
I enjoyed desert more that night than I had done in a very long time. I promised the next day we would be having a normal ice cream flavour, maybe some chocolate sauce, and I would be returning the favour.
âIâll hold you to that⊠now go get a shower, youâre all sticky.â Jodie replied with a devilish grin.
Cruising to new life - part 4
âCan you come help me and my mum?â The message came from Jess on both our phones at the same time. We answered that we would be there as quick as we could, getting dressed and leaving the Oasis rapidly.
A few lift rides and corridors later, we knocked at Karen and Jessâs cabin door. Jess opened it and we immediately saw Karen looking disheveled sat on the bed at the far end of the room, dressed in a sports bra and loose pyjama bottoms, the in room air conditioning blasting cool air.
âCome in quick, Jess just worries too much. I keep on telling her that this is what babies do⊠Iâm more worried about you lot letting the cool air out.â
Jess protested âbut your contractionsâŠâ
â⊠are not 5 minutes apart and lasting a minute. Iâve already rang medical and checked. They said Iâm fine to come in when I want to. They know Iâve had one⊠you⊠before so I know what to expect.â Karen continued, frustration in her voice.
âBut that was 21 years ago, who knows what could have changed.â
âYou silly miss. Women have been giving birth to babies as long as there have been women. You think 21 years is going to make a difference. Now help me up, I want to have a walk, get things established so Iâm not doing this all night.â
Jess allowed her mother this small victory as she stood by the side of the bed as she supported her weight as she rose, a little unsteadily to her feet. We decided to take a ride up to the open air of deck 10, grab a bite to eat and a drink (Karen hadnât yet had any breakfast and it was coming on 1pm) and see what the future brought. We got Karen dressed in her robe so she wasnât as scantily clad as she could have been walking around, and set off.
As we got into the lift at their floor to get up to the top deck, there was one other lady in there looking on concerned. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief â we had noticed a few of the lifts being really full â pregnant bumps typically taking up the room of a second person â and between myself and the 4 other pregnant ladies in here we were close to capacity.
Karen flopped to the handrail around the lift and have a sigh of relief as the other woman asked âcontractions?â
Karen huffed out a breath. âYou betcha. Second time around you think they would get easier⊠but maybe my mind is a bit fuzzy it was 21 years ago.â The woman looked around to see Jessâs smiling face as she gave a little wave.
The door opened and we slowly left the lift. The woman followed after us with a offering of âgood luck!â Karen mumbled a thanks as she plodded forwards to the door outside onto the deck.
She made a beeline to the rail along the edge of the ship grasping at the rail and letting out a groan. One hand holding the underside of her belly she hissed âstart countingâ even though we seem to have missed the start of this contraction I pulled out the stopwatch and did as she asked. Taking into account the late start we figured this one lasted about 30 seconds. Setting off after it had finished we started to aim to do a circuit of the ship. As we came to each entrance we would duck in, take in a bit of air conditioning and Karen would crab walk up and down the first flight of stairs she spotted. Whatever she was doing was definitely working though as the contractions approached the magic 5 minute and 1 minute she insisted on before she would stop doing this exercise.
She had gathered quite the following of well wishers on her journey, passengers and crew alike. Every time she passed a crew member she was offered assistance to get to the medical bay, but she insisted it wasnât time yet.
The moment that changed her mind was quickly upon her though. Rather than stopping and grabbing the rail as she had done countless times before she turned and grabbed right into my neck and sunk down into a deep squat, moaning consistently though the contraction. She rolled her hips in a figure eight pattern as she vocalised and finally as things seem to have passed she groaned âI need to go⊠the head is so low. Donât⊠donât think I can walk.â
I left the ladies to look after each other, suggesting that they wouldnât move as I headed towards the nearest lift entrance to look for a chair. I swore a little under my breath as none were there so I had to wait for the lift, get all the way down to deck 3 and grab one from there before heading back.
I was gone about 10 minutes in total and got back to Karen, thankfully at the same place, but she had thrown aside the dressing gown and had Jodie rubbing her back as Jess was stood head to head with her telling her Iâd be back soon and she could move.
Jodie saw me approach as she mouthed âwhat took so long?â I answered back so all could hear âsorry, no chairs over at the nearest lift, thought Iâd better get down to 3 to make sure rather than dashing around on a wild goose chase.â
âYouâre here now.â Jess looked relieved at least. She helped her mother get placed in the seat and we set off for deck 8. No matter what she tried to do, Karen couldnât get comfortable. Her moans were pitiful sounding as we continued towards our destination. âPlease tell me you donât need to push⊠please.â Jess begged but Karen couldnât answer her verbally. With her eyes closed she just shook her head.
As the lift dinged and we emerged on the 8th floor there was a receptionist to greet us. Asking their room number, Jess answered and we were shown to suite 5 which was a short journey away.
A nurse followed us and dashed past to open the door as we reached it, almost seamlessly we were in the room without unnecessary delay.
She pulled up medical records on a tablet and nodded. âPlease, if you could get our mother to be onto the bed over there Iâll get her some gas and air, should take the edge off until our doctor gets here.
We do as asked and soon Karen is reclined in bed taking deep breaths from a mouthpiece, which seems to be helping. She manages her first coherent sentence after a short while.
âCould you record this for me?â She was looking straight at me.
I looked up âare you sure, I mean itâs a bit private?â
âPlease,â she continued pausing to take another large gulp of the gas. âI didnât record anything from Jess and you never know, it might be nice to look back on. Though I donât know how long my phones battery will last.â
âI brought my camera to record Jodie. If youâre OK with waiting until we get back so I can take the recording off and send it to you that should be something I can do.â
Karen grinned. âSure I think itâll be fresh in my mind before then.â
I turned along with Jodie to leave and get my stuff when Jess looked up. âPlease donât leave.â She addressed that to Jodie.
So there we were, 2 of us invited to watch an intimate moment involving someone we only met a day or so ago.
I headed off as fast as I could back to our room to get the camera, tripod, and grab a pocket full of memory cards and spare batteries. As I got buzzed back into the room about 15 minutes had passed, Karen had been seen by the doctor â who just happened to be Miguel, Jess a bit taken aback by his appearance even though he said he was going to be on duty â and she was declared as being 7cm dilated and doing really well.
I set up the camera and tripod, setting the focus to where it needed to me and grabbed the tripod in my hard, trusting the gimbal built into it to take account of the swaying and movement as I walked around the room.
Karen by this point had removed her bottoms and the robe, naked from the waist down she was kneeling on the bed, Jess on one side of her, Jodie on the other. She was using her hands to steady herself on the bed, grasping the mouthpiece of the gas and air regulator between her teeth, her mouth in a snarl as a result. She was sucking in giant mouthfuls of the mixture as she inhaled and moaned loudly as she exhaled.
Even being declared as 7cm I feel that she would progress quickly with the amount of noise she was making.
I was stood directly in front of her and she was so focused on the contraction that she didnât even realise I was there.
As she seemed to come down from the contraction she leaned her body weight against Jess and used the hand this freed up to pull the mouthpiece out and lay it on the bed. She finally noticed me and mouthed âthanksâ as I gave a thumbs up.
âI need a shower, Iâm all sweaty and itâs uncomfortable.â Karen announced. âJess, give me a hand.â
Jessâs hand came to her mouth âI donât have any clothes to change into.â
Karen grunted as she managed to get herself turned around into a seated position and continued âjust take off your dress and get in your bra and knickers. You can put the dress back on later if theyâre still wet.â
Jess went beet red and coincidentally so did Miguel, though this was lost on Karen who couldnât see him behind her. âAbout that⊠I may be naked under this dress. I might have had little need for underwear a while ago and I got back to you, I didnât think to change.â
âYouâre a big girl, I need you more to help me in the shower, I canât very well be asking Miguel here to do that.â
She turned and saw his same red faced complexion.
âAhh. Well in that case, can I be OK in presuming you have absolutely no qualms about seeing my daughter naked?â He at least had the good nature to shake his head no and look a little embarrassed by it.
I just looked at Jodie and shrugged. We didnât seem to be involved in this conversation but we had already seen everything Jess had to offer earlier in the day so just kept our mouths quiet.
So that was it. Jodie pulled off her sundress and helped her mother to the shower all whilst the camera was rolling. The shower was glass fronted and looked out to the sea so whilst Jess helped her mother get through one or two contractions, rubbing her back and shoulders, telling her she was doing well, they had a nice view.
Karen eventually turned off the shower and plodded wetly out as Jodie grabbed her a towel and helped dry her off, Miguel doing the same for Jess, who seemed very appreciative of his help.
Muffled under a towel, Karen suddenly squealed âI need to push, help me to the bed.â
All 3 of the other occupants jumped into action and lead her to the bed, helping her up. She slumped back into the pillows of the upright bed and groaned, her knees flopping to the side exposing her to the camera.
I looked and couldnât see any sign of an impending baby, but I didnât really know. Miguel had slapped on a pair of gloves by this point and was telling Karen to relax as he carried out a cervical check. He nodded as he removed his fingers. âVery good Karen, you are at 10. When you have the next contraction, give me a strong push.â
That was it, the room jumped into action. Bars were raised on the side of the bed so Karen could grab onto something, and Jess and Jodie grabbed a leg each. This seemed so rehearsed I guess this may be what they discussed whilst I was away. Karenâs first push followed soon after, face scrunched up and yelling all through it. Iâd seen dozens, if not hundreds of birth videos at this point and often the mothers focused inward, groaning or holding their breath as they pushed. Karen was different, she squealed like a banshee all through it.
Miguel kept watch between her legs but knew it would be a while before anything started to appear so he stepped back and grabbed some water. Knowing how vocal Karen was would dry her throat out terribly and figured it would be best to keep her hydrated.
Another 3 screaming pushes and Karen was asking for the gas and air again. Miguel first offered her the water through a straw and she sipped down greedily then handed her the mouthpiece she discarded earlier which she held in one hand whilst gripping the railing with the other.
With the mouthpiece in her screams were muffled but still very much present. Miguel finally noticed a bulge between her lips and offered his encouragement. âThe baby is almost here, a few more pushes like that and we will get to see it.â
Karen worked well with the encouragement, pushing hard on the next contraction that I was certain that I saw her lips part and the slightest glimpse of the head beneath.
I looked between Karenâs helpers, the image something that Iâll remember in my mind for a very long time. Pregnant woman in the centre, legs spread doing her best to bring forth her life. A young, naked pregnant woman to her right doing her best to keep her cool when her own mother was going through a difficult trial, and finally to her left, my wife, the woman I loved, equally as pregnant and no doubt going through her mind that she would need to do this soon.
âI need this bra off.â Karen managed between pushes. The bra had remained on during the shower and was now irritating her. I watched as both helpers grabbed it and yanked upwards, watching her breasts lift and flop down against her belly. Normally if that was porn, that would have been instant hard on material, but thankfully the energy in the room kept me focused.
Karenâs next push had her leave go of the grip bars and bite down into the mouthpiece again as she pushed. Her hands grasping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Ok so now I was struggling to maintain focus, Iâve no idea how I didnât embarrass myself in there.
The stimulation helped though as the next roaring contraction came to a conclusion, Karenâs lips had parted, shown Miguel, myself and the camera a good view of the hair on the babyâs head, and then retreated back in again.
Miguel rubbed his fingers around the circumference of the opening and told Karen to go again. She roared loudly, losing the gas and air mouthpiece in the process which rested in the valley between her breasts.
Jodie went to retrieve it as Karen shook her head no, pushing once more. Each time I stared in awe as more and more of the head became visible. Miguel didnât let up his support, telling her she was doing well and to continue to do what she was doing, his fingers swiping left and right around her opening to keep things stretched and supple. Shortly after Karenâs waters broke as she pushed, shooting up Miguelâs scrubs and soaking him through.
Finally after plenty of effort, Karen was rewarded. The head finally didnât sink back in. Of course this also lead to the ring of fire as she stretched to the widest point. Miguel pushed her to focus as he got her to reach down and feel the head, her eyes snapping open to announce âmy baby!â With that the head slipped out to the neck with a gush of fluid, and a relieved, panting sound from the mother.
Jess bent forward to watch it happen, her eyes almost popping out if her skull as she saw her mothers vagina stretch wide, her siblings head shoot through, and blood.
She screamed as Miguel put his hand on her arm âyou mother has torn a little, but please donât worry we can ensure that is dealt with in due time. Everything is normal and fine.â Jess relaxed at her lovers voice and focused on her mothers face. Karen scrunched her face up again as she felt the next contraction. Oddly enough this one she held her breath as she pushed, and Miguel guided out the babyâs shoulders and body to place the blood and vernix covered baby â a boy â on his mothers belly.
Karen and Jess seemed to chant âyou did itâ and âI did itâ in unison as Jodie beamed the most impossibly large smile at me directly into the camera. Jess hugged Miguel and asked âI want you to do exactly like that for me when Iâm in labour.â Miguel nodded and said he would certainly do his best.
Cruising to new life - part 3
Jess and Miguel made their way to the executive area of the ship, kissing and touching inside the executive lifts on the way. They had managed to at least get on some clothes for the journey but underwear certainly didnât feature in that choice. As the lift reached its destination and they walked along the corridor to Miguelâs own room, he pinned her face first against the door, belly pressing against it by the weight of his body, though he was careful not to apply too much pressure.
Jess melted under his kisses in the back of her neck moaning âinside.â Miguel swiped his puck against the lock and pulled her back so she didnât stumble through the door. Jess was taken aback at the room. It was massive. There was a giant sized TV on one wall, a dining room table with spaces for 8 and plenty of room to walk around as well. The bed was in its room â there were 4 double bedrooms in this suite. It had its own kitchen.
âPerks of being related to the ownerâ he spoke, his mind clearly focused elsewhere.
As Jess turned and pulled his top off and tugged down his shorts, Miguel offered up. âI donât have anything.â
Jess grunted. âCondoms?â
Miguel grinned âthose⊠or diseases.â
Jess kissed his chest. âWell I canât get any more pregnant so letâs go lover boy.â
It certainly wasnât the most graceful moment ever, but Miguel lifted the sundress up over Jessâs head, leaving her suddenly as naked as she had been the short while earlier since they met. He spun her around and lead her towards the kitchen island where she braced herself and bent over.
Miguel entered her from behind, his slick cock sliding effortlessly into her wet folds, the build up in the lifts enough to get the juices flowing. Miguel cupped one arm under Jessâs belly and held another to her shoulder as he thrusted, wild and animalistic. Jess bounced back and forth, her own arms and Miguelâs one wrapped around her belly stopping the bump from slamming against the kitchen island as they rode the thrusts together.
Soon their movements entered a rhythm of breaths and grunts punctuated by the slap-slap sound of Miguel slamming into Jessâs ass and Jessâs breasts oscillating back and forth against her own skin.
The grunts, huffs and puffs of a couple engaged in frenzied activity soon slowed as they entered a slower pace, Miguel thrusting deeper on each stroke, Jess awarding him with a gasp as she felt herself form around his hard shaft.
There was another sensation too, one of tightness in her belly, easily overlooked with her brain focused on pleasure. The fact that she had been without sex in so long seemed to be a catalyst for her orgasm, which came quickly and without warning, electric shocks running up and down her body as she could do nothing else but moan out as her body shuddered.
She turned around as she regained her senses and kissed Miguel as she pushed him back towards the open bedroom door. He stumbled back but remained on his feet as he realised what was happening and lead the way.
Jess shoved him down ass first and took his length in her hand, flicking her wrist up and down in a circular motion, their combined juices giving more than enough lubrication. She slowly climbed to the ground onto her knees, belly touching the floor as she leaned in and swallowed his whole length.
Her head bobbed as Miguel lost his mind. Her tongue danced on the head as she slithered it back and forth. This lady knew what she was doing. Jess let out a groan as she felt another tightening build, Miguel mistaking it for her humming on his cock, waves of sensation charging through him as he tensed his ass. He was so close to cumming.
âIn or outâŠâ Miguel was desperate. Jess reacted by applying suction to the tip of his cock as he released, warm, salty liquid filling Jessâs mouth as she leaned back after he finished twitching, now fully spent, dribbling it down her chin then swallowing what was left.
Miguel stroked her chin, wiping off the excess which was there, and kissed her chest where it had pooled, tasting the salty liquid.
As the panting couple caught their breath, Jessâs hand moved once more to her belly. âI think Iâm having contractions.â She sounded worried. âIâve had 3 pains now.â
Miguel asked her if they had lasted long, and Jess said only a few moments each. Miguel breathed a sigh of relief which Jess found reassuring, explaining that the activity may have started something, but it was likely she would have a few âafter shocksâ but nothing would come of it â just a side effect of being so heavily pregnant. Just keep on monitoring and bear in mind that contractions can come and go. Keep on focusing on 5 minute intervals and 1 minute durations before contacting medical.
They settled into bed for a while cuddling up to each other as they felt those aftershocks come and go, but eventually after 30 minutes they had dissipated to nothing.
They parted ways shortly after, Miguel offering to allow Jess to shower before him, but he had to report for afternoon shift to the medical centre so only had a little while before he would need to leave anyway. Jess thanked him with a kiss but decided to head back and check on her mother, deciding to linger in his smell a little more.
Cruising into new life - part 2
The next morning started early. Jodie had been raising early and trying to take naps during the day during her maternity leave for the last week or so â the joint terrors of pregnancy bladder, heartburn if she lays down and baby kicks resulting in a lot of interruptions.
Over night we had the announcement that we were now in international waters â we knew what that meant by our earlier briefing â and Jodie was desperate to see the oasis area and book a spa appointment â after a bit of digging around it seems that even these were included free of charge. We ordered breakfast to our room and after a quick shower, Jodie reached into the closet and pulled out the most luxurious, fluffy dressing gown I had ever seen. It was made with a pregnant womanâs proportions in mind too, covering her bump with plenty of room to spare.
As I was in the shower I heard the breakfast get delivered, and making sure that I had given plenty of time for the porter to leave so I didnât flash him, jumped out of the shower, threw a towel on the bed and sat down âau naturalâ to enjoy the food. During the meal Jodie kept on talking about spreading jams over certain parts of my anatomy and licking it off â but aside from that self same part of my anatomy springing up in anticipation nothing came of it. My wife is a terrible tease.
We flicked on the tv to channel 10 and just saw a message saying broadcasts will resume at noon, seems that Adriana at least has some time off from being in the front of the camera.
I spent a little while applying moisturiser to Jodieâs belly, and in appreciation, along with the sing song oohs and ahhs she provided me with, her hands spent a long while between my own legs, cock and balls being tugged and squeezed until I was a shaking mess, finally releasing myself all over that same belly I had rubbed a short while earlier. Life was good. And I had to rub goo into her belly all over again. Life was better.
We got a bit more of a chance of hand on body action as we applied our sun lotions, unsure what what the outside weather was like before we finally â and dare I say reluctantly â got dressed and headed out of the cabin around 9am several hours into our day already.
We started to deck 10 to explore the family areas first, waving hellos and nodding to people as we passed them. As we passed a couple using one of the wheelchairs Jodie pressed a hand into her back and gave an over emphasised groan. I took the hint and said Iâd go back and fetch one, which she gave an appreciative âmy heroâ look and kissed me deeply on the lips as thanks.
As I returned back I found Jodie in discussion with some sort of mothers club (or well I guess mothers to be club) as at least a dozen women, some with strollers carrying babies and small toddlers were huddled together around a selection of seats which had been pulled together.
As I approached with the chair I overheard snippets â usual stuff - stitches, tears, babies of so many pounds and labours of so many hours. War stories Jodie called them. She had never experienced it herself but her mother was quite candid explaining her birth and of course being a midwife had a lot of stories to tell herself which the ladies seemed more than happy with Jodie regaling them with. I stood off to one side, waving as she looked up to notice me, and with that I was introduced to the group. Iâll be honest and say that I was introduced to a few names and I couldnât remember a single one of them in the commotion, but one thing I did find out was that the family I presumed were a poly couple (one man and 2 ladies in the check in area) was a little more complicated.
Firstly one of the women wasnât romantically involved with any of the others â she was a good friend of the other lady who had agreed to be a surrogate for the first after they struggled to conceive their second child. Shortly after the second woman â now sporting a large bump herself â actually fell pregnant with twins and they were soon to become a family of 4 in a very much âoopsâ moment â but all children were eagerly wanted. Seems the twin mother to be was only 7 months along but was allowed to join the cruise because of the surrogate wanting the family around should she go into labour on board. My mouth got away from my brain when I asked âdo you all share a cabin?â The lady gave a good natured chuckle and answered no, but they do have adjoining rooms so she could go and tuck her friends in and give them a kiss good night if she wanted to.
The group spent another 15 to 20 minutes chatting, I just sat back and took in the view of various bellies being rubbed, itches being scratched and occasionally small lumps and bumps appearing across the bellies arrayed in a circle in front of me. As I said before â life was good.
We left the group after a while and headed off to our ultimate destination â the adult area and the oasis. I take no shame in saying that I was worried what was going to happen in the clothing optional area â I mean itâs no secret what turns me on and being offered up a veritable smorgasbord of pregnant ladies might make me⊠well⊠pokey. Which would be a tad embarrassing. However we ploughed on ahead, reached the fenced off area, swiped our key fob to get in and my jaw dropped.
The area wasnât busy by any means but in front of me were around a dozen women and â after a quick head count â 5 men including me who were in various states of undress. Most had opted to go topless â either discarding the top half of their 2 piece sets or simply rolling down swimsuits, relaxing on loungers or sitting on the side of the pool. The pool itself was empty. Jodie asked one of the ladies with her legs in the pool about why it was empty and she replied that it was too cold. Hmm⊠maybe that could be a shock to the senses I need should anything start to stir.
We passed through quickly and on to the oasis as we planned where after a short walk we came up to the next door, swiped in and for sake of repeating myself, jaws were on the floor once more.
This area was basically a covered greenhouse with tropical plants decorating everywhere with a large circular pool in the centre and a river system running around the outside edge so in theory you could get to wherever you chose to sit down and rest without hardly leaving the water. The water wasnât swimming pool deep by any means, waist deep at most so you could get around by wading through the water rather than having to swim.
It was busier in here than in the outdoor area â it was to be expected, it was still early in the day and the suns warmth hadnât reached its peak yet, but it was also comparatively smaller, so perhaps less people seemed busier⊠I didnât bother counting heads.
Jodie spotted somewhere for us to sit and dragged me over to it, pulling the dress she was wearing over her head to leave⊠nothing. In our time getting dressed this morning I had failed to register that she just put on a cover up over her naked body â the fact she had gotten dressed so quick just completely passed me by. She was breathtaking, and yes, my eyes were certainly focused on her than anyone else in here.
She broke my reverie with a cough, wiggling her eyebrows and gesturing towards my shorts. I smiled and pulled off my top and shorts in short order, standing proud and to attention, my cock like a flagpole on parade. Yeah she had done it. I guess get the embarrassing moment out of the way quickly.
My face was turned beet red though when I heard a wolf whistle. I turned and saw Jess wading towards us in the river system. I was clueless what to do. I mean we had only met this woman yesterday and here she was coming to meet us, breasts flopped down against her belly, not a whisper of hair between her legs, and me poking out and glistening at the tip.
She walked along, hugged Jodie and completely ignored the elephant in the room â or between my legs I guess. First thing she asked was if she could join us or if we wanted to be left alone â good on her â but when Jodie said to sit down, she was quick to pull up a lounger and slowly lower herself on to it, not a care in the world that she had nothing on. I guess being 21 and fit gives a boost of self confidence I was certainly missing in this situation.
We got talking, asked about her mother, and it turns out that she may be in labour. Nothing major, no rapid contractions or anything but she said it was just like it was when she was giving birth to her. She wanted to rest and see if anything developed. Of course this made Jodie giddy with delight and they got talking. Apparently she was 4 days early at this point but Jess had been born a day early so she wasnât exactly expecting to get off the ship without another passenger in tow.
Jess abruptly changed conversation topics. Asking me if I could do anything about that⊠maybe cover it with a towel or something. There we go, my cock had been noticed. Seems Jess couldnât stop glancing at it with how it was front and centre between us and whilst she knew it was wrong she had been without one for so long she was getting hungry⊠also little chance of single men on this cruise.
Jodie laughed and pulled a sock out of her bag and plopped it over the pole I had. âNot quite what I was thinkingâ announced Jess and we all burst into laughter.
Jessâs eyes wandered to the central pool and asked if it would be in bad taste to sleep with the staff. Our eyes followed hers looking wistfully off in the distance to see the hunky medical staff team member from the introductions in the pool, standing up waist deep but impossible to see if he was wearing any thing below. Jess and Jodie giggled what could only be described as a âwicked titterâ with Jodie telling her to go for it.
My eyes went down to water level and I noticed the face of Adriana submerged up to her neck in the pool. The thought she might be naked sent blood rushing back somewhere I was desperate to try and get rid of. And of course that was when Jodie and Jess decided to do a bit of matchmaking and set off toward the pool, asking me if I was coming.
I sighed and hoped that the water was cool enough to tamper down the blood rushing into places I really hoped it would avoid as I splashed into the river in pursuit.
We passed several couples relaxing in each others arms around the river route until we finally came to a pool entrance point and with a splash we all entered. It took a bit of dodging around floating pool guests until we approached our intended targets, Adrianaâs eyes noticing us and smiling.
âAhh once again we meet my good luck charmâ her voice was practically purring. Glancing down into the water she added âI didnât expect to meet so much of you I must say.â Thankfully I think the blood running to my cheeks took precedence this time and my lower half remained chill as I mentally thanked every god going for this situation.
âI would like to introduce you to my little brother.â She followed on, gesturing to the hunky medical team member. âHe is Miguel, actually my twin, but he was born 20 minutes after me so I call him my little brother â he so dislikes the term.â Her beaming smile was left with a scowl from the man to get left.
âCharles feels that with me being so close to my time, I shouldnât be let out without an escort. And Miguel here will be delivering the baby so he is as good as any.â
Jodie reacted first âyour brother will deliver your baby?â
âOh yes⊠I trust him very much and he is probably the most highly trained on the ship.â Adriana replied.
âBut⊠itâs hardly what Iâd want my brother seeing me down there.â Jess added.
âAhh we have different cultures in my native Brazil. We are much more relaxed about nudity. It need not be sexual.â I swear she purred the word âsexualâ
Miguel followed, his Latin accent much more pronounced than his sisters. âIndeed. I am my sisters biggest promoter. When she was dancing, there were many times that I helped her pick out costumes⊠many of them rely on no⊠how do you say â no panty lines. My attitude is that I have seen her naked on the day she was born, and an untold number of times since then.â
âHow about anyone elseâ Jess blurted out, not entirely sure if she meant to say it out loud or just think it⊠but it was out there now.
Miguel looked at her. âI find great beauty in the female form. Perhaps we can meet to discuss practical examples.â My god that was smooth.
Jess blushed and fanned herself with her hand. âI may need to submerge myself itâs very, very hot in here.â
Adriana looked at me as the others were giggling. âCould you help me? It seems my brother is now a little busy, and I need help applying moisturiser.â I gulped. Looked straight at Jodie.
âGo. Youâre married, sheâs married, I know nothing will come of it, and you cannot say no to a lady in distress. A pregnant lady at that.â I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I agreed and was told to follow Adriana to her bed.
It was at this point that I realised that she was indeed naked under the water. My eyes hadnât drifted above the waterline and reflections had obscured everything as we approached. She stepped out with her back to me and I know itâs a clichĂ©, but if I hadnât seen her from the front, you wouldnât have told she was pregnant from the back. She raised inch by glorious inch out of the water like some sort of nymph, toned ass and legs eventually meeting my eye level with a shimmy.
Of course you know fine well which part of my anatomy reacted. I had no choice but to follow through and go with it. Jodieâs eyes followed me â Miguel and Jess focused on each other in the moment â and Iâm certain I heard her say â or perhaps think - âoh dear.â Yes I was following the most recognisable person on the whole cruise with a hard on.
Adrianaâs eyes drifted down and no doubt took in an eyeful but didnât say anything. She offered her arm to me to link as she walked me back towards her bed. A few steps along the route she actually pressed her hips into me and pulled me close announcing âyour wife is very lucky.â I hoped she meant that I was willing to help rather than the size of the package. I focused straight ahead and tried not to look at her breasts in my peripheral vision as I answered âoh, howâs that.â Smooth. Nonchalant.
âOh I can think of 2 reasons. And one of them shouldnât be mentioned in polite company.â
My cock actually twitched. This woman was teasing me. My wife was watching my and hers ass wobble as we step away, her husband the guy who was running the show, and me caught with a woman who probably could be described by the word âvixen.â My brain went âlithe, sexy, voluptuousâ in immediate response. Ok so that wasnât helping the issue in the trouser (or lack of trouser) department.
We arrived at her lounger and she swished around and dropped down onto it with a grace that I wasnât expecting for someone in such an advanced state of pregnancy, her head came around to be eye level with my crotch, and in that split second as it turned around in its route to looking to the side I could swear she was grinning. She brought back over a very expensive bottle of moisturiser (Iâll be honest Iâve no idea of brands of high end moisturiser but it was a very fancy, tiny bottle) and passed it over to me. As she laid her head back and relaxed into the lounger she purred âplease be generous with it.â
I squeezed what must have been a quarter of the bottle between my hands and laid them down on her belly. The cold gel caused Adriana to flinch but she soon settled into it as my hands started to rub around in circles around the expanse of her belly. She let out soft moans and groans as my hands explored, my hands brushing the very top of her belly where her breasts rested down on them. I felt the baby within her belly move and roll, limbs poking out to follow the movement of my hands.
âCharlie likes thatâŠâ she let out breathily. âAnd so does his mother.â
âCharlie ?â I asked.
âOur baby is a boy. We were going to call him Charles Jr after his father, but Charles feels so⊠middle aged. So for now I call him Charlie. What about you?â
âWe donât know what we are having. We have about 5 names of each sex picked out and we will decide when we see it.â
Adriana groaned an acknowledgement that I had spoken but didnât say anything else as my hands worked. This moisturiser was great, my hands hadnât stopped moving in over a minute and still they were slipping and sliding as if Iâd freshly applied it. Adrianaâs body was glistening.
As she groaned another appreciative sound, her knees draped open leaving her completely exposed to me. My eyes bulged as her hand snaked around under the expanse of her belly and rested against her labia.
âPlease⊠go⊠higher.â She was of course referencing my very intentional movements to avoid her breasts. It took all my willpower to say no⊠and I was breathing a sigh of relief as I heard Jodie announce herself behind me.
âHi Babe.â My head turned to find my wife on approach. She was grinning. âWe really need to find some way to deal with that.â All through the massage of course I was standing proud â I dare any straight man to do otherwise in that situation.
I coughed, unsure what to say as the lady I was massaging was sprawled, legs splayed open with her hand touching herself.
âDid my husband live up to expectations Mrs LeGrande?â She asked.
âMy dear, please⊠Adriana. Iâd like to think we were all friends here. And he is a magician with those fingers. I had almost nodded off. Do you know what happened to my brother and his lady friend?â She was of course asking for the reason why Jodie had wandered this way, but she was clever in hiding it.
âOh those two went for some⊠privacy I think. So I thought whilst my husbands hands were all lubed up Iâd partake in the service.â
âOh please. Use my brothers lounger, and feel free to use this lotion. It would be a shame to not have those hands doing what they do best.â
Jodie looked wicked. âHe can do much better, even with just 2 fingers.â I swear that Adriana shivered. Jodie grinned as she lowered herself down into the lounger opposite Adriana.
As I applied yet more of the lotion to my hands and rubbed up and down starting at Jodieâs belly, ensuring that in this case I covered her whole body from her neck to her toes as she laid back and enjoyed the sensual touches, the chilled moisturising gel leaving her body with prickles on it as my hand left any given area. Yet more groans coming from my wife as my head turned and caught movement of Adrianaâs hand slipping in and out of her folds. She was playing a dangerous game⊠but of course no one is going to say no to the owners wife if they caught her masturbating in public.
I turned my head suddenly as I heard a pained grunt, Adriana rubbing a spot on her belly. âBraxton hicks.â I nodded. âWith 2 days to go until my due date these get all too frequent. I try to hide them in camera. But why not let them go here. Oh⊠speaking of camera.â She looked up at the clock. 11 am. âI need to prepare for my afternoon. Could you please help me up?â
I offered an arm for her to brace herself on, not certain my hand would be a good grip with all of the moisturiser on it. Adriana made getting up look too easy. I mean I didnât have a pregnant belly out in front of me throwing off my balance and I struggle to get up that easily.
She stepped into a pair of track suit pants and threw on a sports bra to contain her breasts as she turned to leave. âOh please, before I forget. My husband and I will be holding a belly cast class this evening. I hope I will see you. It is in here. Iâm expecting you both to attend. I want to see you put those hands back to good work.â With that she turned and strode away.
âShit.â I said, my wife looking at me with a look of concern. âShe left the moisturiser stuff.â
Jodie smiled. âI think she can likely afford to let it go.â She was grinning. We must have used probably half the bottle in 2 applications but she brought the brand up on her phones browser. It was $150 a bottle.
âShould we offer it back tonight?â I asked.
âGlad you decided we should go. I liked seeing that lady squirm.â Jodie was wicked in her own, good natured way.
Cruising into new life - part 1
Iâve just recently came back from a cruise holiday. One of the things which always upset me with cruises was that typically you cannot join if you reach 24 weeks of pregnancy so hereâs a story for if things got a bit turned on their heads.
âEverything looks greatâ our midwife smiled as she wiped the ultrasound gel from my wifeâs belly. Jodie pulled her top back down again â tugging it at the end as it threatened not to fully cover the expanse of her belly, and using both of us as support she managed to get sat up and into an upright position.
âIâve been asked to hand these out to late term mothers who were looking for an opportunity to have one last hurrah before their baby comes. Iâm happy to say that as you appear to be complication free Iâm happy to sign off on you attending if youâre interested.â She pulled out a drawer and handed us a leaflet.
The leaflet explained about a cruise which was being hosted by Charles LeGrande a well-known eccentric billionaire who â thanks to their media presence â we knew had been expecting his first child with his wife at roughly about the same time as us. It explained that his wife was a lover of the sea and was not happy that the typical cruises would exclude pregnant women when they were typically the ones who needed the luxury and pampering the most. So he was opening his personal cruise ship to 1000 guests who had to be hand-picked by their medical practitioners as being low risk and willing to enjoy the event.
It promised excellent food, 2 weeks of relaxation, access to an executive team of medical staff to cover any possible risk, and even a helicopter to get you back to the mainland should anything present as an emergency situation. The team knew there was every possibility that several of the mothers to be could give birth during the voyage, and yes, that was even planned for with the entire eighth deck â with pristine sea views â converting their cabins into bespoke birthing suites for the trip.
My wife couldnât wait to say yes, so that is how we found ourselves, 2 weeks later, 39 weeks pregnant and waddling up to the check in desk at the cruise port, with the view of the most magnificent ship we had ever seen our backdrop as we approached the building.
The staff had everything to hand, each way you looked, all you see were bumps of various shapes and sizes â but all were in an advanced state of pregnancy.
The guests were invited to sit down so they werenât forced to stand up in queues, whilst the staff came to them one after another to get them checked in and issue them whatever documents they needed for the cruise. We were impressed.
Our host stood with his pregnant wife standing beside him at the end of the hallway as each group in turn left the check in area and walked onto the ship, greeting them personally. As we approached the couple my wife commented on Charles wife â who we later learned was called Adriana, or Adi for short â must have incredible stamina to remain standing for so long in her condition â and believe me I have an eye for beauty in the pregnant form and this lady was pregnancy personified â tight dress accentuating what could only be described as a lithe dancers body, with breasts out to there and a belly to match.
The couple were of course full of smiles and welcoming gestures as we walked up the bridge to the atrium, a magnificent view of crystal chandeliers, gold finishes and guests and crew mingling at what was essentially a meet and greet session. We grabbed some canapĂ©s and some (non alcoholic) cocktails and looked around. The guest list looked to be from all walks of life â a few men dressed in very expensive looking suits along with their wives in tailored dresses to accentuate their pregnancy alongside working class people â would say around 80% as a guess appearing to be first timer parents â or at least those who didnât bring their children with them â and a few who had smaller children in tow. One woman who was heavily pregnant had a younger lady with her who we later found out was her daughter, both ironically due the same day. There was what I presumed was a poly couple â 1 man along with 2 women â both heavily pregnant, and one of them holding a small child to her hip.
We met several crew in uniform, each identifying their name badges but not their role on the ship â they advised that Captain LeGrand was wanting to introduce everyone personally.
Finally all guests were boarded and we were asked to move to an adjoining room â which turned out to be a large cinema â where the captain was to give an address. Everyone shuffled in, groans of appreciation from the pregnant ladies having a chance to get off their feet and take a seat as the staff lined up, one set of uniforms on the left and another set on the right. There was an announcement over the PA system;
âLadies and gentlemen please welcome your host, Mr Charles LeGrande.â He walked into the stage without his wife to good natured applause from the crowd, and as he waited for the noise to recede, he started to speak.
âIâm sure you agree this is a little unusual, but you have all joined me and my wife for what we hope will be a happy and memorable occasion. As you are no doubt aware, my wife is days away from her due date and wanted to do something special. She always hated that commercial cruises did not allow pregnant women on them â her history was a dancer in a show on board these types of cruises â so she asked if we could do something private and avoid the bureaucracy whilst giving pregnant women like you some much needed pampering time as you approach a major milestone in your lives.â This was met with a bit of cheering and clapping from the assembled crowd.
âFor the next 2 weeks, I hope you will make the most of these facilities. I will answer the most obvious question first. We have ladies on board who may or may not go into labour through this cruise â my wife included. To ensure you are cared for during this time we have hand-picked an elite team of midwives, doulas, paediatricians and obstetricians, so please allow me to introduce you to the team on my leftâ. He offered a flourish of his arm. Generally, there was a round of applause as 2 ladies sat behind us caught glimpse of one of the staff â he was a muscular hunk of a man, probably more suited to a catwalk or movie studio than a medical field, and their content caught both me and my wife off guard, sending us into fits of giggles:
âOh jeez, hope he doesnât have to deliver my baby - Iâll be too focused on those guns and Iâll forget to push!â
LeGrande continued âTo my right are our customer relations team, our spa team, your dining host, customer service staff and our head of housekeeping.â Another round of applause and waves followed from the team. âIf you have any questions at all through the cruise please contact the customer service desk and they will make sure the appropriate team members are informed.â
âNext we have your personal trackers. As each of you boarded the ship, you were given a small device.â I looked at the coin sized puck that was handed to me that I put into my pocket. âThis is your room key, and more importantly it offers you a way to get in touch with our crew. The red button summons medical help should you need it and the blue button summons customer support. Please, we know that in the later stages of pregnancy mobility is not the best, so please allow us to bring food and drink to you.â There was a general murmur through the crowd. âOf course please be aware that we cannot be everywhere at once so if you log into out app on your phone on ships wifi you can get an idea if the queue and status of your request â as much as we want to try and make things hassle free, if you want something quick, Iâm afraid you will need to fetch it yourselves.â
âTo aid your mobility on board, at each lift lobby and in the designated room alongside the atrium are electrically assisted wheelchairs. Please feel free to use them â they are not drivable, but the electrical support should help with whoever may be wheeling you around. Please when you have finished with them please return them to an available charging point, or if that is not possible, please hold the return button for 5 seconds until it starts to flash. That will alert our porter team to retrieve it. If you come across one which you would like to use, simply press the button again to stop the signal.â
âI have 3 more announcements. Sorry I know I have been droning on and you would like to explore the ship, but all are very important. Firstly for your safety, please review the lifejacket procedure in your tv in your room. You will be required today at some point to visit your lifeboat station and check in to confirm you have found it. If you have not done this by tomorrow one of our staff will be required to escort you to it â some parts of the law cannot be avoided to maintain our insurance!â Thankfully the crowd laughed at this as he continued ânext will be our adults area â when we are in international waters â which we will announce over the PA system when this is the case â will operate a clothing optimal policy. We must insist on zero attendance in these areas by your children. Access to these areas will require use of your puck to unlock the doors and access to these areas by the lifts.â He continued before the murmuring got too loud at that announcement âand finally my wife has an announcement.â
He stepped to the side as the large screen behind him lit up. Adriana appeared on it, beaming, smiling face in front of the camera. She spoke with an accent which hinted at Latina roots, but was highly Americanised now. âWelcome on board. My husband and I would like to welcome you to watch our birth.â There were gasps and mumbles in the crowd but she continued. âI have a camera crew who will be with me during the voyage. We will broadcast over channel 10 on your room TV sets and also in this cinema. Until my labour begins I will be meeting and greeting people on the ship, and once my time is upon me, I would like to share it with you. After leaving the dancers life full time I have trained as a doula, and feel that birth education is incredibly important. I hope footage of my birth gives those of you who are yet to experience this miracle some confidence that you can do it.â
More applause ensued as the message sunk home. This was certainly going to be a cruise to remember thatâs for certain.
Charles brought the meeting to a close. âI thank you all for attending and now please enjoy the facilities on offer in our ship.â He held a walkie talkie to his mouth and announced âensign please let us depart.â With that there was a rumble as the ships engines powered up, and as started to file out of the cinema we felt the movement of the ship as it pushed off from the docks.
It took a little while for the crowd to move, with a large percentage of them groaning and complaining as they were forced to lift their pregnancy addled bodies back out of the â I must say â very comfortable seats. We took it slow, my hand grasping Jodieâs as we took a leisurely stroll around the deck we were on, it was certain that no expense had been spared in getting this ship outfitted for our needs. We came across the room with the wheelchairs and both of us turned as one to look at each other. We nodded simultaneously and dashed in to give one a go. There were still about 2 dozen left hooked up to charge points, so we uncoupled one and Jodie slowly lifted herself down into the seat. Her groan of appreciation for getting off her feet was heavenly to me. I gave it a test push, and found with the electrical assistance it was almost like no one was sitting in it at all.
She looked at her app on her phone as I pushed her along a corridor, reading out useful bits and pieces to me. âDecks 1,2,4 were crew quarters. Deck 3 is dedicated to the atrium, cinema and customer services. Deck 5 contains restaurants, and the spa area. Deck 6 doesnât appear to be used, 7 and 9 were guest rooms, 8 was the converted floor for the delivery suites around the outside cabins and a medical centre and nursery inside. Deck 10 was the entertainment deck â an indoor area with the nightclub / activities room, and all the outdoor pool areas. At the rear end of the ship â or aft it says here I guess using nautical speak â is the adults only area. Thereâs access from there to a deck 11 area which is described as the oasis⊠now that I want to see.â
I grin as we approach a lift âif that announcement was anything to go by, weâll see a lot more in the adult area than we maybe should.â
My wife just grinned at me and gave me a sly look. She knew as well as me that since she got pregnant Iâd been â to quote her â one horny bugger â and she knew that having the opportunity to spend time almost ogling dozens or more pregnant women would be my own idea of heaven. She had found my porn stashes fairly early on in our relationship, and she certainly embraced my kinks, especially now that we had managed the pregnancy thing for real.
We were broken out of our reverie by a ding as the lift arrived. We had left it for the majority to clear out and head to their rooms before we headed that way to avoid crowded lift areas â after all bumps took up a lot more room than expected inside a lift. We stepped in and felt the sensation as we went up to floor 6 the one designated for us. We got out of the lift, and I trundled my wife and chair down the corridor. We spotted our bags outside the room so swiped out puck against the door lock, shoving the door back to peer into the room.
It was gorgeous. We left the chair outside and my wife walked in to a chorus of âoohsâ and âaahsâ as she looked left and right. I took a step outside and brought in our cases as my wife made a beeline straight for the bed. We noted that alongside the compliment of regular pillows there was a full body pregnancy pillow designed to help support the bump. She flopped down and gave out the most appreciative moan I had ever heard. I offered to take the chair back to the atrium storage area whilst she unpacked, which she agreed to. I headed back out, closing the door behind me and following a walk down the corridor, waiting for a lift ride, taking it down then back up again, and walking along to our room once more, I opened the door to be greeted by the whistling quiet little snores of my wife, deep in sleep, our cases exactly where Iâd left them.
I managed to get our stuff unpacked whilst making as little noise as possible and thankfully it didnât wake my wife. I was constantly amazed at the little smiles and groans she made as I visibly see the movement of the baby inside the bump, encased by the tightly stretched fabric of her top. After unpacking I leave her to her sleep as I shuffle out the room and explore a bit. I run into a lady in the corridor who rivalled any pregnant belly Iâd seen in my life, and gave her a quick nod as I noticed she was in the room next door to us. She returned the nod but seemed to be in a bit of a rush to get back into her room. Not that I could blame her of course â strange man in a corridor coupled with late stage pregnancy bladder â who knows what rush she was in.
I walked along to our lifeboat station and registered my attendance (which thankfully also accommodated Jodie as well) â another thing crossed off the to do list, then made my way up to deck 10 to see the entertainment area. I was met with a camera in my face and the beaming smile of Adriana.
âAhh hello there sir. I can only presume by your flat midsection, you are one of the fathers to be rather than one of our future mothers?â I couldnât help but smile at her own infectious smile as I replied
âIâm afraid so. Just exploring on my own as the wife has a nap. My compliments to whoever buys your mattresses â she was asleep within minutes of lying down.â
She smiled in return, her hand caressing her large bump which my eye was drawn down to in the process. Realising I was still being recorded I flicked my eyes back up and looked back towards her face. âIâll be sure to tell our master of housekeeping. Please, enjoy your stay and Iâll look forward to seeing you around the ship.â With that she gave another beaming smile, the camera man gave a nod to signal that they had stopped recording, and Adriana gave me a quick peck kiss, almost on my cheek in the air a few millimetres from actually touching my skin, thanking me for playing along â usually if someone has a camera sprung on them they panic which is really hard to edit live. Two things crossed my mind â firstly â what perfume was she wearing because it smelled good â all fruity with major notes of cherries, and soon after I froze as I realised point two â Iâd potentially just been broadcast to the entire ship checking out Adrianaâs bump.
Two other people were in the room â the mother and daughter duo. They were both smiling and looking straight at me which was letâs just say unnerving, but I walked towards them and said my hellos. It was here in the small talk that I learned these 2 ladies â Karen and Jess were mother and daughter, Karenâs husband, Jessâs dad â had divorced several years ago. Both ladies had fallen pregnant after an incident at a celebration even after Jessâs graduation from university. The divorce settlement had allowed them to be self sufficient for the duration of their pregnancies but Jess was aware that she couldnât live from her mothers hand downs forever so knew once the baby was born she would be starting to look for full time work whilst her mother looked after both her own baby and her grandchild.
I gave my own backstory â me and my wife Jodie had finally decided to try for a baby after several years of considering it, and so far everything was going like textbook. We had an opportunity to learn the sex if the baby several ultrasound checks ago, but we decided against it, but had the doctor write it down in an envelope which she kept in her purse should she ever want to read it. All this time that envelope had remained unopened and we had no plans to change that.
After the introductions and pleasantries were over with, Karen â the mother â grinned at me. âSo we saw you checking out boss ladyâs rack. Hey man I donât blame you, she looks goodâ she emphasised the word spending just a little too long sounding it out. âJust donât let boss man catch you doing that or he may make you walk the plank. Arr!â She emphasised the pirate noises as I almost choked laughing.
âWould you believe that I wasnât?â I asked. Both ladies shook their heads together. I was actually looking at her bump⊠to make sure that I donât bump into her.â The last bit came out maybe a little too fast for my liking.
âOooh so thatâs itâ grinned both ladies. âYou like the big bellies.â I made an attempt to say no but before I could get the words out, both had lifted up their tops and exposed their bellies to me. I stood open mouthed unable to make a coherent sentence.
âGo ahead, touch em.â Jess offered. âTheyâre just baby containers. Smooth, stretched out, Shea butter oiled, tingling to the touch baby containers.â Both burst into fits of giggles. No matter what anyone thought of these 2 as mother and daughter, they were definitely more like friends or sisters.. I could also see how their story went how both of them fell pregnant at the same time at the same party. Iâd dare say that Karen, when dolled up for a night out could easily pass for 20 years her junior or so.
âAnother time ladiesâ I inwardly shook my head, I mean this sort of situation would have normally been a dream come true for someone like me, but my wife was literal walking distance away from me. âIâm here with my wife and to let you into a little secret⊠that sort of thing might just go beyond the âbaby containerâ simplicity for me. Iâd feel guilty indulging.â The ladies giggled but offered a counter proposal from Karen;
âIâd like to meet your wife. Donât worry we will say you are the perfect gent. Just we donât have many friends and it would be nice to trade gyno horror stories.â I laughed but agreed.
âIâll let her know. Send me a message when youâre going for food and Iâll see if we can meet you?â
With that we swapped messaging details and went our separate ways.
I headed back to the room to find Jodie awake again and rearranging all the stuff I unpacked. âOh Hi babeâ she announced. âSorry, donât know what came over me but that bed was good. Thanks for unpacking everything.â I gave her a one of those looks, with raised eyebrows as a response. âI didnât say you had unpacked it correctly did Iâ she offered, fluttering her eyelashes in innocence.
After a bit of time spent pulling things from one cupboard and closet to the next, I explained the story of the 2 ladies who Jodie remembered from the port. She of course agreed to sit with them so I texted a thumbs up to Karen who sent back a smiling face and âsee you in an hourâ
Myself and Jodie wanted to get washed up before the meal so traded showers one after the other. We wanted to share one, but one thing is for certain, cruise ship showers were hardly big enough for one person, never mind two and a bump⊠so we settled for naked cuddles on the bed as we dried off, my hands exploring Jodieâs breasts and belly as I felt our baby kick at the attention. It got to around 20 minutes before we were due to head down and as things were starting to get spicy between us, I pleaded for us not to head down and just stay in the room explore what the bed had to offer. Jodie stared me straight down.
âIâm starving. Both me and this little cherub need a good bit of food. You donât want hangry sex, believe me.â I laughed and accepted what she said, rolling over with a kiss to her lips. âNow help me up, Iâm like a beached whale.â That was it we were both laughing at that point.
We had a slow walk down, Jodie opting to walk rather than me fetching the chair â she insisted she was pregnant, not an invalid - and met up with Karen and Jess outside the restaurant who were waiting on a chair for us. Jodie greeted them with a smiling hug â or at least as good a hug as you could get when both participants jutted out much father than is normal. We made our way in to get our food â greeted at the door by the staff member who would be serving us for the evening and took us to our table. We were seated â us on one side and those two on the other, presented with menus and made our choices. Conversation flowed â my wife the much more sociable one than me, but all 3 women got along fine. I had a retelling of the ladies back story, a bit of information on how we met and other mundane stuff. When asked if they wanted to give birth on the ship, both were very positive on the idea as long as both were together. Karen of course was hoping she could hold off until Jess had delivered as she wanted to be there for her little girl⊠but both were aware that babies made their own agendas. We both nodded at that.
When we were asked the same question, Jodie pondered a little while. She explained her own mum was a midwife and she was hoping that she could have delivered her first grandchild at home⊠but she made us promise not to give up this opportunity â as long as we got straight on the ships wifi and gave her a call so she could be there in spirit if not in person.
After a chorus of âAwwwâs from the other ladies our first course arrived and we enjoyed what must be one of the nicest meals I ever tasted. Clean plates on the first course, and we were well into the second course when a commotion caught our attention.
One lady was dashing out if the restaurant at a pace I didnât think a heavily pregnant women could manage, one hand clamped on her mouth the other under her belly. Looking between ourselves we presumed she had a bout of sea sickness but I recognised her as the woman who I ran into in the corridor earlier â our neighbour. When she didnât return for the rest of the meal I suggested we knock on her door to make sure she was OK as she appeared to be there by herself â no one else followed her out of the restaurant.
We finished up the rest of the meal talking a bit afterwards and around an hour or so after the commotion, we said our goodbyes to the ladies and made our way back to the room to do our good deed of the day.
As we got out of the lift and rounded the corner to our corridor, we heard an shrill cry. Stopped momentarily we looked at each other and dashed as fast as we could towards the sound. Our neighbours door was wide open, a mobile crib outside the door. Looking in the room we were met with a sight. The lady from before facing away from us, stripped naked and bracing herself with one hand on the table and another on the back of a chair. One of the medical team was in front of her, kneeling between her legs, hands poised to catch the baby which she was evidently moments away from giving birth to.
She yelled again and squatted down a little deeper, as we both saw the face of her baby appear between her legs along with a gush of fluids. We noticed then that a rubber mat of some variety had been placed down, presumably to catch the mess. The lady from the medical team was telling her that she was doing a good job, that she was almost done, and with another yelling scream the baby slipped out from between her legs and into the waiting hands of the lady waiting to receive it.
The lady dropped down to her own knees to be handed the baby, as she rocked back on her haunches she finally came back to reality and turned to see us standing the doorway. We were caught red faced looking at her in an intimate, vulnerable moment and we were unsure what to do.
Luckily she smiled first. âOh hi⊠you must be my neighbours? Sorry about the noise.â
Jodie just shook her head. âErm⊠are you ok? We were just wanting to make sure that you were good after leaving the restaurant in a rush.â
The lady smiled. âI am now. Look⊠come in, canât have you sitting in the corridor like that.â She was completely oblivious that she was both naked, holding a crying baby to her chest, and inviting strangers to come into her private space. Either way we did as she asked and closed the door behind us.
Over the course of the next 30 minutes or so we watched as the lady from the medical team carried out checks on the mother and baby, everything seemed fine, then cut the cord as the lady â Donna it turns out â explained to us that she had felt a bit off all day but didnât want to risk not making it onto the boat as sheâd been looking forward to it for several weeks. After she had a wave of nausea during the meal, her waters had broken on the way back to the room, and that was when she had felt the first thing close to a contraction. From there she was in full blown pushing for about 30 minutes until we came along â and the rest we knew. She called the medical team but they already announced she was at 8cm when they arrived and couldnât be moved to the delivery suite â hence the mobile crib being brought along and her somewhat embarrassing predicament.
With that she finally realised she was naked and asked me to pass her over something to cover her up out of her wardrobe. I found a wrap that she draped over her shoulders as the lady from medical rubbed her belly and she groaned a little â giving birth to her placenta in the process. She relaxed into breastfeeding her baby as we said our goodbyes happy hormones fuelling both our spirits as we opened the door.
Just outside was Adriana and her camera team, ready to meet the mother once the medical team said they were able to. She had heard of the first baby being born on board and needed to greet the mother to congratulate her. She met me with a beaming smile and an immediate moment of recognition from when we met earlier.
âHello again.â She beamed. âWe keep on meeting where all the action happens. Maybe you are this ships good luck charm.â Jodie looked at me quizzically. I explained how I came across her and the team earlier. I introduced Jodie and Adriana gave her a similar âjust off the cheekâ kiss like she did for me earlier. We waved our goodbyes as the door opened again, the lady from the medical team popping out the room to grab the crib and saying 10-15 minutes to Adriana and the team.
As we walked the few steps up to our room and swiped out key to get in we both burst into giggles. That was certainly an interesting day. Jodie grinned at me. âMaybe we should give them some fun noises to listen to when theyâre recording?â I looked at her, instinctively knowing what she meant â her hand had been caressing my leg and knee all through dinner. Without uttering another word between us, we threw our clothes into a corner of the room, I climbed (and sank) into the bed and lay back as she crawled on top of me, her popped out belly button tracing a pattern from my crotch to my navel which sent me into a spin. As she lowered herself down onto my erection in a reverse cowgirl style, our frenzied moans and grunts rang out. My eyes following the rhythmic bouncing of her belly and breasts as she oscillated on top of me. Our climaxes were announced with joint moans, echoing within the confined space of the cabin. Who knows if we were ever caught on camera or if the rooms really were well soundproofed â we never got around to watching that interview.
2 Friends, 3 Babies.
Several months prior, two friends are texting:Â
Kirsty: *Hey babe*Â
Kate: *Yeah?*Â
Kirsty: *<Posts picture of a positive pregnancy test>*Â
Kate: *EEEEEEE! For real. Congrats!  We are catching up, tomorrow!*Â
Three months later, the following text message discussion occurred:Â
Kate: *Oh my god, youâll never guess what!*Â
Kirsty: *What?*Â
Kate: *<Posts picture of positive pregnancy test>*Â
Kirsty: *OH MY GOD!!!!*Â
Kate: *Yep⊠we do everything together, even babies!*Â
Kate: *But⊠Iâve got 2 in me!*Â
Kirsty: *Twins? WOWWWW!*Â
Kirsty and Kate grew up in a small town, and did everything together, they both grew up together, went to school and college together, even worked at the same job together.  They were more like sisters than friends, and now with their joint pregnancies, they were doing antenatal classes together. Kate had married Kevin â another childhood friend â and yes, you will notice the prolific number of âKâ names between the group â one of the quirks of living in a close-knit community, sometimes things get a bit well⊠weird.  Â
In this case, generationally, each family collectively agreed to use the next letter of the alphabet to name their children.  No one knows how far back it started, but their parentsâ friendsâ group was made up of a Joyce, Joseph, Janice and James.  They had a few friends like John and Jack⊠and a few from the older generation, Ian and Irene.  Ken was an unfortunate teenage pregnancy incident between one of Kirsty and Kateâs mothersâ friends, born much older than the rest of the generation thanks to a lack of sufficient education about sexual practices in the school system.Â
Tom â Kirstyâs husband â was the odd one out â he was an import into the area. Kirsty met him at university, and he was soon welcomed into the community with open arms as they dated and eventually married.Â
Even though the 2 ladies were frequently seen to be almost identical in their style and demeanour, as time progressed in their respective pregnancies, the obviousness of their pregnant condition separated them.  Kirsty managed to keep a very petite bump, it was very small and contained.  Kate on the other hand had surpassed Kirstyâs belly measurement by her 5th month, Kirstyâs 8th â looking as if full term with a single baby before Kirsty had even given birth.Â
Kate was thrilled â and to be honest a little apprehensive â when Kirsty asked her to be her birthing partner â she was very aware that whatever happened to Kirsty she would have to do herself in only a matter of weeks afterwards, but the two of them felt that they were well prepared between watching birth videos together, taking birth classes together, and generally being good emotional support to each other through the trials of heartburn, morning sickness and cravings.Â
As time progressed, and the inevitable day finally arrived, Kirsty called Kate to tell her that she was certain she was in labour, and she should come over.Â
Kate knocked briefly on the door and walked in â she was past needing to wait for her friend to come and let her in, but as she took her time turning around to close the door behind her â always conscious of her bump potentially knocking into things - she shouted her hello into the house.Â
âCome on inâ shouted Kirsty in response, as Kate turned back around and walked down the small corridor into the room where the sound came from.Â
She immediately stopped in her tracks, her hand flying instinctively to her mouth in unexpected shock.Â
âKirsty, youâre naked!â exclaimed Kate.Â
Kirsty wasnât exactly naked.  She was covered by a dressing gown, but it was open rather than tied, her body and hair evidently wet like she had just been in the bath or shower.  She was sat on her birth ball, slowly rotating her hips in a figure eight motion as Kate rounded the corner into the room.Â
She looked up and managed a smile, âYeah and Iâve got a baby wanting to come out of me, so I win this roundâÂ
Kate couldnât help but giggle, when almost on cue, Kirstyâs face scrunched up as she brushed back the fabric of her robe from the right hand side of her belly and clamped her hand on it, rubbing it with slow circles.   Kate watched enraptured as Kirstyâs belly tensed and for a brief moment, an outline of a part of the baby was seen poking out.  She gasped without realising.Â
Kirsty, seeing this happen, blew out her breath as the contraction passed and smiled once again.  âI take it you saw little bubâs butt?â  Kate nodded.  âYeah its crazy, been watching it all morning as my belly tightens up.  I suppose itâs a downside of a small bump... not much free room in there I guess?âÂ
Kate asked âSo how long have you been in labour for?âÂ
Kirsty looked up as if she was trying to work something out in her head. âWell... I was straddled riding Tom last nightâÂ
âHey, do you not have any secrets!â shouted Tom from the next room.Â
âOf course not baby, we are friends!â shouted Kirsty, grinning maniacally. âAs I was saying before being rudely interrupted, I was riding my man like a beast, when I felt some contractions.  Not sure if the baby was fed up of being juggled around or some magic happened... when the magic happened, but they didnât let up, not like any of those Braxton Hicks things Iâd been having.âÂ
Kate nodded, her hand instinctively moving to her belly to feel the movement of the babies inside her at the mention of Braxton Hicks contractions, she was only 6 months along, and she knew she had those to look forward to when the babies had grown a little more â if that was possible â she was bigger than Kirsty right now, and Kirsty was in labour!Â
Kirsty continued. âI managed to get a couple of hours sleep, but at around about... oh... 5 I think I gave up after watching the clock for an hour and feeling the occasional cramp.  I knew they werenât going away at this point and got excited you know.âÂ
Kate nodded as Kirsty continued.  âI got up to go to the toiletâ - cue knowing nods from Kate - âhad a little bite to eat, and just sat and watched TV for a few hours feeling the build-up and progression, having a good moan and groan to myself.  After Tom got up and noticed I wasnât in bed, it had been several hours, and things had started to get a bit fruity, let me tell you. Headed for a nice warm bath to try and get comfortable when I got in touch with you. Had about an hour in there â it helped; I'll admit â but I figure it's about time to go to the birth centre.  So here we are, about an hour later, Tom has â I hope â finished packing, and I need to just get dressed a bit so I can go out in public.âÂ
Tom poked his head around the door. âWeâre all set â Hi Kate!âÂ
âHi Tomâ Kate held her hand up in greeting.Â
Kirsty stands from the ball, arching her back as she simultaneously holds the underside of her belly and pulls, lifting her round midsection up. âThat feels so much better let me tell you, nothing like it to ease back pain. Babyâs got no decency to stay well away from nerves.â  She shuffles back towards a chair where a dress is draped over the back of it, shrugging off the dressing gown into a pile on the floor behind her, she grabs the dress and starts to pull it over her head, the fabric gathering above her bump until she's pulled it over her head and able to pull it down.Â
âNo underwear?â queried Kate, as Kirsty shook a finger at her, dropping her head and grimacing, evident that another contraction had started to ramp up.  Kate moved over to her friend and got in as close as her own bump would let her, rubbing Kirstyâs back.  That seemed to help, and her tight, scowling expression relaxed a little as she felt the muscles of her back being softly massaged.Â
Tom walked back into the room with a bag slung over his shoulder with their hospital things in, taking his wife's hands in his own, he slowly rubbed his thumbs over the back of her two hands whilst whispering to her that she was doing well, and she was well on her way to meeting their baby.Â
As the contraction reached its peak and finally ebbed away, Kirsty felt she could breathe again, huffing out her breath with a groan.  The contractions were definitely getting worse as time went on... she figured it was going to be as much, but she was secretly hoping that they would reach a peak with their pain and intensity, and eventually just go on longer and longer.  She figured in her own head that was too much to ask for.Â
The three made their way to the car â Kirsty and Tom just having upgraded their small hatchback they shared as a couple to something larger with the baby on the way. Kate settled into the passenger seat as she pushed the seat back as much as she could, Kirsty sat in the back row, on the assumption that it would allow her a bit more freedom of movement should she need it during the ride â she didnât like the idea of getting trapped in the passenger seat and be surrounded by all the dashboard and centre consoles and not being able to move around, even shuffle from left to right.Â
Tom opened the boot, threw in the bag he was carrying, and promised he would be quick as he dashed back into the house.  Two pairs of pregnant womenâs eyes followed his movements as he retreated.  He returned a few moments later with the car seat for the baby, and placed that in the back as well, not wanting to set it up in position for now in case Kirsty wanted to move around.Â
âLets go have a baby!â he yelled, the emotions he had bottled up finally releasing into a yell of triumph that he and his wife were on their way.   Â
As the engine burst into life, another contraction started assaulting Kirstyâs belly.  She groaned, resulting in Tom turning around before pulling away.  âJust drive!â Kirsty growled a little, completely unintentionally.  Noticing Tomâs expression drop, she took a breath and added, in a more reasonable tone âSooner we get moving, the sooner we get there.  Iâm expecting a few more of these on the way, and Kate can help me cope. Just want you to focus on the road to get us there in one piece.â Tom nodded and pulled away, glancing back at the rear-view mirror to see Kirsty lying back, rubbing furiously at her belly.Â
Tom set a decent pace, keeping to the speed limit, but weaving between lanes to keep moving and not end up in queues.  Kirsty went through several contractions in the car, typically when they ramped up to higher intensities, she leaned her head on the seat in front and pushed her hand forward, allowing Kate to grab it and hold on as she squeezed, often grasping Kirstyâs hand with both of hers.  Tom kept the compliments and encouragement going all the way through the drive - âYouâre doing well baby, keep on doing that, breathe nice and deep, pant out the pain.â Kate chimed in at appropriate times âThatâs it Kirst, squeeze my hand nice and tight, just keep on thinking about meeting the baby.âÂ
Kirsty shuffled from side to side in the seat as she tried to keep comfortable, struggling with the sensations of labour getting more and more pronounced as the drive went on.  Tom was of course driving as quick as he could, which resulted in one rapid stop as a car appeared in front of him unexpectedly.   The stop-start nature of the journey, coupled with her own hormones, and the surprising heat generated by her own pregnant body left her feeling nauseous, so she wound down the window and let the cool air blast into her face for a while.  Â
At one point, Kirsty had almost gotten to her wits end, tired of sitting in the same position, the pain in her lower back becoming more and more intense as the drive and her labour progressed.   She managed to get her body rotated in the seat, so she had her knees pressed against the seat, her belly sticking out into the area where she was sitting a few moments earlier, and her hands grasping the headrest as she moaned a sorrowful sounding wail, a contraction almost breaking her.  Tom had little he could do to assist, and even Kate couldnât really get her hand back far enough, only really brushing hers against her friends thigh, so both were left looking through the rear view mirror at the labouring woman and feeling powerless to help other than to keep on telling her that they were getting closer and closer to the birthing centre.Â
When the group were almost there, about 2-3 minutes from the hospital, Kirsty let out a growl which suddenly turned into an exclaimation. âGrrrrrrooooohSHIT!â  Kate turned around as best she could, and Tom, all credit to him, didnât take his eyes off the road but asked what had happened.Â
âWater broke... I thinkâ replied Kirsty speaking in a pained tone, eyes scrunched up in the middle of a contraction, she pulled her hands out from between her legs and brought up fingers that were glistening with fluid.Â
Tom gasped, asking âDo I stop, do I go... were almost there?âÂ
Kate looked at him. âGet to the birthing centre, I donât think she's in any risk of pushing the baby out right here.âÂ
Kirsty answered silently by shaking her head. Gasping a âgoâ as best she could, Tom got the message and drove on.Â
Kirsty squirmed in the seat, feeling the wetness of her clothes cling to her.  She mumbled a quick âSorry guysâ as she lifted her backside off the seat and pulled at her dress, lifting it up above her bump, exposing her lower half and sitting back down. âThat was uncomfortable.â   Tom could only stare in disbelief as Kate smiled. âWhatever helps you cope.âÂ
As the car arrived in the car park, Kate offered to go in and get things ready for the couple, presuming that Kirsty would need a moment to get herself tidied up and out of the car.  Of course, being 6 months pregnant with twins, and sporting a large belly herself didnât exactly mean she was able to jump out of the car herself and head over quickly either.Â
She eventually managed to extract herself from the seat and with a half run-half waddle she pushed the door to the birthing centre open to be greeted by a receptionist.Â
âHiâ said Kate.  âWe rang ahead, got a baby coming.  Waters just broken on the journey in.âÂ
The receptionist looked at Kate and got the wrong end of the stick, thinking she was the woman in labour.Â
âPlease take a seat maâam and I'll bring the admittance forms over to you... or do you feel that you would need a wheelchair and to go straight to the assessment room?âÂ
âWh...wha?â Kate was taken aback momentarily until she put 2 and 2 together. âOh... no... my friend is in labour.  Iâve got a fair old while to go, still only 6 months along.â  Kate was not sure if it was the frantic nature of the drive into the area, but this set her off giggling.  Kirsty is going to love hearing this.Â
âI think the wheelchair could be useful for our labouring mamma though,â noted Kate as the receptionist nodded. âYou should see the couple in the car park.âÂ
An orderly took one of the wheelchairs which were stacked to the side and wheeled it out to greet the labouring couple, as the receptionist asked for Kirsty's name, brought up her records on the screen and clicked a few locations on the screen, announcing that she was all set.Â
The orderly came in backwards, wheeling Kirsty in front of him in reverse, Tom following with the bag close behind the small group.  As the orderly spun the chair around so Kirsty faced the receptionist, Kirsty let out a slight smile and a nod of greeting.Â
The receptionist greeted her with her own beaming smile and wished her good luck, advising the orderly to take the group to assessment room 2.  Tom and Kate followed on behind the wheelchair bound Kirsty as the three of them and the orderly entered a room.   Â
âIâll come back and get the chair when youâve been assessed, just sit tight and our midwife will be here in just a couple of minutes... or if youâd like a hand up, I can help?âÂ
âPlease, help me standâ asked Kirsty.  The orderly and Tom helped her get up whilst Kate wheeled the chair to the side of the room. âThanks, Iâve been sitting for a while in the car, I just want to move around.âÂ
âNot a problemâ the orderly smiled.  He pointed over to buzzer on the wall. âThereâs an intercom there if you need to reach reception, but you shouldnât have much of a wait.âÂ
As the orderly leaves, Kirstyâs hand goes to her bump again as she waddles over to grasp onto a handrail on the wall.  Her walk is noticeably bow-legged as she tries to avoid the damp patch on the back her dress which is clearly visible from behind. âI just realised how soaked I am now the dress isn't stuck to me,â she manages, between huff and puff breaths as she focuses on the contraction.Â
âHopefully they have the pool you wanted ready, then you can take off the dress and just relax in the water.â thought Tom, speaking out loud.Â
âSounds heavenly...â Kirsty replied, holding herself up with one hand as she bent over with the pain, clutching at her belly with the other. âThese have gotten a LOT worse since the waters went. Like someone's taken away the cushion I had.â  She vocalised a low moan as she worked through the contraction.Â
There was a knock at the door, and the midwife the couple had been dealing with during their prenatal care walked through, she was known as Suzi.  Definitely an out of towner as she was not really much older than Kirsty and Kate, but didnât follow the same naming convention of those in the town.Â
She noticed Kirsty working her way through a contraction and waited for it to finish â Kirsty, wrapping her arms around Tom as she stood with a wide stance, moving her hips left and right as she vocalised a low moan.  As the contraction finished, and she managed to stand back up fully and look around at the new entrant into the room, Kirstyâs eyes rose up and met Suziâs, who smiled in response. âSo how's my mother and sneaky little baby then?âÂ
âWeâre fine, and I think baby really wants to show itself nowâ replied Kirsty, her hand rubbing her bump.Â
What Suzi referred to was Kirstys apparent lack of bump. All of the ultrasound scans and other checks that she had went through suggested the baby was growing normally, and in fact was suggesting that it was going to be very big when it was born â but her apparent lack of bump was baffling. Suzi could only shrug when asked to explain it, and just replied saying that sometimes bumps just donât pop out much. Her uterus, and subsequently the baby growing within it, seemed to be quite deep in her body, so the outward signs were significantly less than many other women, but everything was perfectly normal and not to worry about it.Â
âCan I check you over?â asked Suzi, as Kirsty nodded, adding âDo you mind if I take off this dress... itâs a bit wet?â   Â
âIf it would help, go right ahead, want me to bring you something else to wear?â she asked.Â
âNo... no thanks.  Feeling a bit hot and bothered if Iâm honest â hoping a bit of naked time might help cool me down.â  Kirsty blushed as she said it, not exactly sure what the etiquette would be for a situation like this.Â
âHey... youâre the labouring mamma... you call the shotsâ grinned Suzi as she offered her hand to help Kirsty onto the bed.  Kirsty hiked her dress up over her bump as she had done before in the car and then took Suziâs hand and Toms and managed to get herself on the bed.  Tom lifted off her dress and folded it over, putting it away in a plastic bag to be washed later.Â
Suzi donned her gloves, and with a âOK, deep breath inâ she put her hands between Kirstyâs legs and into her vagina.  Kirsty squirmed a little as she groaned at the unpleasant sensation but a few moments later, Suzi withdrew her fingers and pulled off the gloves. âYouâre doing well... at 6 centimetres, so still a way to go, but Iâm happy to get you admitted... no need to go home.âÂ
Kirsty breathed a sigh of relief.  She wasnât expecting to get turned away, but sheâd read all sorts of horror stories of women who had laboured all day and found that they were only 2-3 centimetres dilated when they got to the birth centre and were sent back home for longer.  Frankly she didnât think she could manage another car ride.Â
âIâll be back in a few minutes with a gown you can wear... donât think youâd want to move down to our delivery suite in your current state of undressâ Suzi turned and walked out of the room with a grin.Â
Kirsty swung her legs by the side of the bed and sat and chatted a little while with Kate and Tom. As the time passed, another contraction started to grow, so she closed her eyes and focused on rubbing her belly, reaching out for Tom, who grabbed her hand in response, as Kirsty was left grimacing in pain. Kate looked on concerned, not only for the simple fact that her good friend was in pain, but seeing how much the pain was having a visible effect on Kirsty, she was worried that she would have it all to come.Â
Kirsty came out of the contraction looking up at her friend who was rubbing her belly sheepishly. âHope I'm not scaring you...â she managed with a smile.  Kate lied, saying no, putting on a brave face so as not to let her friend worry when she needed to concentrate on herself.  âBabies are just having a wrestle in here I think, donât know what it is, but theyâre crazy active right now... I donât know, perhaps I'm just noticing it more considering the situation.â Â
There was a knock at the door interrupting their heart to heart, as Suzi walked back in the room, closing the door behind her, ripping open a plastic wrapper as she walked towards Kirsty and handed her the gown she had just unpacked.  Holding her free hand and shoulder, Suzi helped Kirsty off the bed as she pulled the clothing over her head.Â
âReady when you are, let's go have a baby!â Kirsty seemed suddenly full of energy, knowing she was moving on with her labour.  Suzi nodded and led the group out of the room, down the corridor and into the delivery suite area of the building â Kirsty stopping midway to hold onto the wall as a contraction worked its way through her. After making sure she was OK, they continued their way to a door, which was opened in front of the group leading to a low-lit room, the area dominated by the pool in the middle of the room.   Kirstyâs eyes lit up seeing the inviting water.Â
Kirsty took off the gown again, waiting a little while as Suzi strapped a monitor to her belly to monitor the contractions, and she was finally released to go into the water.   As she took Tomâs offered hand, her legs entered the water one after another with an audible splash.  Standing in the tub she rocked side to side as another contraction built up, her hands grasping both of Tomâs and squeezing tight.  Kirstyâs eyes were closed as she worked through it, until finally it passed and she sighed as she lowered herself down into the water, blissful relief evident on her face.Â
Kirsty sat in the water with her legs butterflied out, soles together as she took in a deep breath, her hands working an ache in the underside of her belly. The next contraction built up and it was clear that this felt different to Kirsty by the noises she was making â giving a low, humming noise rather than the grunts and groans she had been doing before.  She smiled as the contraction ebbed away, stating that she was so glad to be back in the water, it felt like the pains were so much less intense with the water to help.Â
After the hectic run up to this point, suddenly everything was calm.  Over the course of the next hour, Kirsty worked her contractions in the tub, taking time out between the surges to find time to have a joke and conversation with Tom and Kate, the water doing what is should to mask the pain of the contractions.  Suzi popped in back and forth over the time and kept her notes, bringing in some gas and air for Kirsty as things picked up close to the end of the hour.  Kirsty took plenty of opportunity to breathe deeply on the mouthpiece, groaning with the contractions as they picked up intensity as the labour progressed.Â
Things got more emotional as Kirsty entered transition though.  The pain had ramped up considerably, to the point where the water and gas and air wasnât helping, Kirsty was starting to mumble to herself, focusing inward as she could do nothing but yell out as each contraction got to her, ramped up, and then seemed to only let go for a moment before its next friend gripped her.Â
Tom was starting to fret, feeling helpless in the situation, whilst Kate was simply looking on aghast, finding her friend not coping well with the pain, and being concerned that she would need to go through this soon herself.Â
Kirsty got Tom to get in the pool and hold her as she went through the contractions â she was starting to feel the ill effects of the late-stage labour, feeling all shaky and nauseous â but Tomâs presence, holding her, whispering to her that she was doing great, keeping her focused helped her to progress. Thankfully for the transition phase, it didnât last long, and after around 30 minutes, where Kirsty was getting well and truly fed up with the pain she suddenly felt the urge to push.Â
Suzi leaned over the edge of the pool and managed to reach between Kirstyâs legs to check her dilation â sure enough, she was at 10cm and was good to go.  Both Tom and Kate let out sighs of relief knowing that the difficult transition period was finally over, and hoping that Kirsty getting to push would help her deal with the pain better â when she was back in control.Â
The first push felt like heaven to Kirsty.  She could finally do something.  Tom sloshed around the pool to kneel down next to her shoulder and give her support, whilst Kirsty screamed like a banshee as she pushed, putting all the frustration she had just been through into a monumental effort to get things moving.  Kate moved around the pool to get a look, morbid curiosity ruling her thoughts at the moment.  She was very disappointed that Kirstyâs long, 10 second push showed absolutely no external effects whatsoever.Â
Another push, then another and finally a fourth and suddenly Kate jumped.  âIâve just seen it.â  Tom leaned over to glance between Kirstys legs and sure enough, as she pushed with a loud roar, her lips parted, and something could be seen in the gap it created.  As she let off the push the shape slipped away, but both Kate and Tom were buoyed by the result, the energy of which motivated Kirsty to keep on going.Â
Over the course of the next 10 minutes, Kirsty put a monumental effort into pushing out her baby, and felt success as she reached down and felt the shape growing and growing with each set of effort she put in. But something was wrong. She didnât know if it was mothers intuition, or something she felt when she was expecting to feel the head of the baby, but she called Suzi over â who had been pleased with the progress so far and started to prepare her notes whilst Tom and Kate were keeping Kirsty motivated.Â
Suzi popped over and took a quick glimpse between Kirstys legs, just to get a shock. She didnât let on too much, but urged Kirsty to push when she felt the next contraction, waiting with baited breath for it to happen. It didnât take long until Kirsty was once more pulling on her legs in the tub and pushing out the mass between her legs. Suziâs fears were confirmed when she realised that the thing which was coming out was not the babys head, but its behind.Â
âKirsty... your baby is breechâ Suzi infomed Kirsty, trying to keep a calm tone in her voice. Tom reacted first.Â
âDoes this change anything? Does she need a section or something for that?âÂ
Kirsty soon reacted to the change in atmosphere in the room, gasping hard, releasing her push mid contraction and wailing out loud as her body reactively forced her to keep on pushing. Â
Suzi did her best to keep all in the room calm and on the immediate need to focus on Kirstyâs labour. âNothing needs to change. You can still push out this baby naturally.... itâs just coming out butt first... Kate or Tom â when itâs time, Iâll need you to support the baby, as we will need to get mum out of the tub and more vertical.â Â
Kirsty interrupted âI need Tom... this hurts so bad.âÂ
Kate nodded âGuess that answers that question then... best get my catcherâs mitt.âÂ
Suzi nodded. âRight... well, hereâs our game plan. When the body is born, Iâll ask Kirsty to stand and use gravity to help give birth to the head. Kate, you support the baby as it comes out, and Kirsty â because the cord will potentially be caught between the emerging head and the body which is already outside, we need to focus on speed to deliver the head so the cord isnât restricted for too long. Iâm afraid you will need to push your hardest to get this head out of you as quick as you can. Do you think you can do it?âÂ
Kirsty nodded, not able to answer verbally as she immediately folded over to start her pushing on the next contraction. Not sure if it was Suziâs dire warning or not, but she seemed to push with a lot more might than before, holding Tomâs hand and squeezing as hard as she could to get through the contraction. Suzi and Kate looked on at the baby emerging from between Kirstyâs legs.Â
It was clear after this contraction that the thing which was coming out was the babyâs behind, as now the hips â legs folded up into the babys body â were clearly visible. What Kate found unusual was sheer size of the infants body which was stretching her friend open â the stretch was easily as big as any head she had seen on any of the âpreparing for birthâ videoâs she had seen â she looked over at Suzi who wasnât reacting to the size, just focusing on the area between Kirstys legs to make sure things were going as they should.Â
Kate shook her head, presuming she was worrying about nothing, and went back to rubbing a cloth on her friends head and giving her encouragement. Â
Suzi jumped in now. âHands and knees please. We need to be ready to help you stand up when the time comes.âÂ
Kirsty accepted support from the three others in the room as she wriggled in the pool to get onto her knees â her movements limited by the sheer size of the infant between her legs. The next push as she was vertical had the legs fully born, which flopped down. Kirsty gave a yell â unsure if it was simply pain, or a sense of triumphant success as she felt the movement â her hands were now spread out either side of her, one held by Tom, one by Kate.Â
The next push had the body fully born, Kirsty surprisingly making very little noise at this point, simply focusing on the push. The baby was facing with its back towards the group, so Suzi leaned in and felt for the cord, making sure that it wasnât caught on the neck, before trying to manage the task of lifting Kirsty up for the task of giving birth to the head.Â
She gave an affirmative that everything was going well, and asked Kate to get behind Kirsty and be ready to reach down into the pool to support the baby, Tom to take her under her armpits and be ready to lift.Â
Kate took a moment to peek around the front at the baby when her hand went to her lips. âHow did you fit all that in there?â she gasped out â noting the sheer size of the baby in comparison to her friends dainty bump. Â
Suzi scolded her. âPlease, we need to be quick.âÂ
Kirsty gasped out loud âI need to push, quickly.âÂ
Sheepishly, Kate realised that she had made an error and got into her assigned space. She was forced to lift her own bump up so she could lean over the edge of the pool, her bump hefted over the top, Kate as a result ending up on her tiptoes, her large bump splashing into the water as she reached towards the area between Kirstyâs legs. âGot it.â she confirmed.Â
Tom heaved up whilst Suzi supported the baby from the front, waiting for Kate. As she felt her hands grasp the infant from behind, she let go and moved her hands up to Kirstyâs vagina. Kirsty was now upright on her own feet, water draining off her. She didnât have a moment to lose as she squatted down, opening up her legs and pushed. Â
Her howl was deafening to Tom who had his head close to his wifeâs, grasping onto her with all his strength. Suzi pushed hard on Kirstys lips, separating them and giving what help she could to ensure that the cord didnât get trapped by the emerging head.Â
Kate stood aghast at the amount of effort and pain that her friend was in as she pushed again and again, her inhibitions gone, the power of gravity pulling the weighty body down along with her primal need to push. Kirsty didnât stop pushing until the head was out â and it took 3 long minutes. Even when the contraction had stopped, she yelled out loud and grunted with effort.Â
Kirsty leaned her weight forward as she pushed, relying more and more on Tom for support. The position change tipped her vagina away from Suziâs hands, and the midwife dashed around to behind Kirsty to stand alongside Kate, who at this point had gotten a full on view of her friends stretching vagina as the head emerged.Â
As the head reached its widest point, stretched to a point where Kate didnât think would be physically possible for the human body to achieve, Kirsty let out a scream of pain which turned Kateâs blood to ice. In front of her eyes, her friend was tearing, and Kate couldnât do anything to stop it.Â
Her hands were covered in blood and all Kate could do was sit open mouthed at the vision in front of her. Kirsty had not ceased in her pushing efforts, oblivious to the damage that she had done to herself. She couldnât think, just react to the unstoppable force of the instinct that the boulder between her legs needed to be outside of her body.Â
Suzi looked over to Kate, seeing the friendâs frightened look she whispered to her âDonât worry, weâll sort that out before she even realises, sheâll be so high on happy hormones.âÂ
And with that, the baby dropped into Kateâs hands. Without the weight of it held by Kirsty, Kate wasnât expecting the bulk and had to adjust from her already precarious position on her tiptoes to hold onto the slippery bundle but she held on by some instinctual force she didnât even realise she had.Â
Kirsty was panting as she realised the head had finally come out, shell shocked into mutely staring forward. Kate spoke first. âTake the baby babe!âÂ
Kirsty suddenly realised what had happened. âIs it over? Is the head out?â She let go of Tom and shuffled back, reaching between her legs to take the waxy, blood covered bundle from between her legs as Kate shoved it forward, almost overbalancing in the process.Â
Kirsty sank into the water, suddenly realising the pool was blood-red. She looked up at Suzi. âEverything OK?â she enquired.Â
âJust a small tear. Weâll let you rest a few minutes, deal with the afterbirth and see about getting those dealt with when itâs time. For now, bond with your baby.âÂ
Tom looked up at Kate who held her fingers up behind Kirstyâs back in a âpinchâ motion â with her fingers being around an inch apart. She mouthed to Tom âI saw her tear. I saw it all.â Not wanting to say anything out loud in case it startled Kirsty.Â
Over the course of the next hour or two, as Kirsty was cleaned up and the baby â a girl which they decided to call Laura to keep up with the naming tradition â was given a clean bill of health, all that was going through Kateâs mind was that her friend, with the tiny bump, gave birth to a 13 pound baby, and struggled as a result. She had a bigger bump than her friend did for several months prior, and she still had time to grow. Â
She was worried â whatever her friend had to deal with, she had to do it twice. And one thing was certain, time was certainly not going to stand still for her whilst she prepared herself for it.Â
Sophia and John â that one time in bed.
(Written from the point of view of John from âJohn and Sophiaâ )
9 months ago we made love. 9 months ago I filled your womb.
Now 9 months later, and 3 days past your due date, youâre doing your best to get some sleep before the inevitable sleepless nights and multiple times a night feeding schedule takes over our lives.
However, we are both incredibly horny.
You return from a bathroom break and snuggle back up in bed, pressing against me, my big spoon to your little (though Iâm sure you wouldnât agree) spoon.
Your ass inches back and presses into my crotch. The reaction between my legs was obvious.
My hands snake down to between your legs, but Iâm blocked, your big belly pressing against your thighs forming a barrier from my fingers.
I move to a different offensive, my hand tracing slow and light lines up and down your back.
Your groan is heavenly. I know Iâve found the right spot.
I play for what feels like an eternity on your back, your ass pressing and jiggling against me, my own erection getting more and more obvious.
My fingers knead the base of your skull at the top of your neck then I bury my hands in your hair and pull. The gasp is heaven to my ears.
Your top half turns towards me whilst your big belly sits anchored to the bed. The view of your breasts, clad in your lingerie was breathtaking.
My hand forms a claw and I brush my fingers through your hair, finally reaching your forehead where I once more push my palm flat and cover your eyes and the bridge of your nose, obscuring your vision.
Youâre panting heavily now, so turned on.
My lips meet your forehead and kiss⊠then moving my hand away, my lips travel down, kissing your nose then finally settling on your lips.
We spend a moment in that embrace, our tongues meeting and playing together, but soon you need to turn away again, the stretch on your back from being rotated toward me difficult in your pregnant state.
My hand moves around to your bump and I feel the baby inside, wriggling and almost ready to meet us.
You grab my hand and pull it towards your breast. Iâm happy to oblige, starting above the lacy fabric of your bedclothes, very light touches causing you to gasp and writhe⊠before sliding my hand under and cupping my full hand around the expanse of one.
I rub all the way down from your chest to the full roundness of the end, squeezing a nipple and hearing you gasp. My finger comes away wet, milk leaking from you as a result of my playing.
âI want you in meâ you moan, your voice barely more than a whisper.
I hadnât had enough yet. My lips kissed the back of your ear, my teeth moving to grab your lobe where I sucked and nibbled. My own voice husky âsay that again, I didnât hear youâ
You were a lot more pronounced âyou in me, now!â
I couldnât help but chuckle as I hefted myself off the bed and yanked down my pyjama trousers. Your eye caught sight of my erection standing long and proud. You made an air kiss at me.
Taking one of your knees, I separated your legs and pushed the fabric of your panties to one side. I pushed your babydoll night dress up and exposed your belly. You were still lying sideways, no real comfortable way to lie on your back anymore but I made do.
I took your right leg and lifted it up, placing it on my left shoulder as I got in close to you. My own knees straddling your left leg as my cock found itâs wet, waiting target.
Your moan as I slid in deeper and deeper sent me into a wild frenzy, there wasnât anything slow and sensual about this, my hips started bucking back and forth like an animal.
I watched the vibrations course through your body, breasts and belly jiggling as I thrust back and forth. Your hand reached out and grabbed for mine â I obliged and held on as your groans got more intense the closer and closer you came to your orgasm, your hand gripping mine tighter and tighter.
I felt your shiver and convulsions a mere second or two before my release, jets of cum spurting out of me and flooding your insides, dribbling out and forming a pool under you.
Later that day, contractions started in full force, but that is a story for another day.
Anyone out there who has given birth before that had to change locations mid labour (transfer to hospital or birthing centre from your home for instance) can you please message me with info about what was going through your mind, how you were feeling about comfort etc during the transfer. Not necessarily âI need to get to hospital as somethings gone wrongâ but more âmy labour has progressed to the point where I need to go to the place where I will give birthâ type of situation. Trying to write a story and transferring somewhere is a part of it.
Not wanting to be too gross but I mean I know the âdesperate to peeâ squirm in a car but no idea if it translates to mid labour situations.
Jane's Birth - Part 2
Janeâs pushing contractions this time were different - coming less frequently but lasting longer. She needed to get up and move, so Jo and I helped her sit up straight.
Her supposedly half-deflated belly rested on her lap, though our surprise baby was still making it big and round. She grabbed the sides of her belly and felt around âI cannot believe there is another baby in there,â
âIâve seen it happen before - itâs wild!â Jo said âletâs stand and get some vitals on you.â
She checks Janeâs blood pressure and temperature while Claire finds the babyâs heartbeat with her handheld Doppler. The familiar swish-swish sound of the heartbeat filled the room, and Jane notices that I suddenly relax, not sure what made me tense up so much.
Jane is stood leaning against me, gently rocking her hips side to side in an effort to get this baby down lower in her pelvis so she could push again. The next contraction came without warning and she just leans into my shoulder, moaning and rubbing her belly.
âDo you feel pushy?â Jo asked. Jane shakes her head no. Though she does say she feels a little cold. Jane works her way through this contraction as I get Jo to support her, and head off to find her comfy robe and put it around her shoulders.
âI want my baby,â she says. Claire hands over our groggy son, who is held against her exposed skin, head supported in her hand, the other hand pulling out her nipple so he could nurse. The baby instinctively faces towards where he needs to and latches on, an âahhâ sound coming from Jane when it happens.
Jane looks exhausted. Her hair is all over the place, she has streaks of blood and vernix down her legs from birthing the previous baby, and she says something about questioning if she has the strength to deliver again. I hug her close, sandwiching the baby between us which proceeds to wriggle at the unexpected confines around its body.
Jane has never really stopped moving, her hips are swaying as we cuddle. My hand reaches down to her hip and go with her flow.
She sighs to the room in general âIâm exhausted, but I donât want this to end⊠Iâve felt so womanly⊠powerfulâ â she suddenly winces as the contraction picks up. Weakly she adds âbut Iâll not miss thoseâ
Claire chuckles âyeah I canât wait⊠I see this happening nearly every single day of the week⊠Iâve seen new mums, experienced mums, shouters, screamers, moaners, silent mums, you name it⊠but it always makes me wonder how me and Chris will handle ourselves when it all kicks offâ
Jane smiles âyouâll do fine⊠Iâm sure your mum will keep you right.â She puffs out her cheeks at the passing of the contraction. âThe breastfeeding is helping babe⊠things are picking up again.â She opens her stance a bit more, shuffling your feet apart.
My hand explores her body, running from her hips up to her belly, squeezing her own hand in the route. I rest momentarily on her hip again then run my hand around to her ass where I squeeze âbe strong for me Janey⊠youâve done so much now weâre nearly at the endâ
Suddenly she gasps and lowers herself into a squat as the contraction builds âI can feel it moving downâ â I follow her movements and support her. Our surprise twin puts pressure on her hips and cervix. Claire reacts, taking the baby as Jane hands it over, Jane said she needed to stand and move around with this contraction.
Jane takes in some deep breaths and just loses herself in the contraction. Sheâs moved over to the bed and holding on to the bedpost, bent over in a half squat breathing through the contraction. Sheâs humming low, rocking her hips gently.
âMmmmmmmm âŠmmmmm come on baby,â she mumbles. Jo sneaks in to listen to the babyâs heartbeat. She nods with satisfaction and steps away, to allow Jane to continue with her own pace. Janeâs belly is sitting low, bulging forward. She yells something about pressure and with a loud pop, her water breaks and Baby B is pressing against her cervix.
âI have to puuuuuush,â Jane says moaning and grunting. She falls deeper into a squat instinctually and pushes but the baby doesnât move. She wails out saying so, and complains that she thought this would be easier the second time around. Jo offers her some encouragement and explains that each birth is different, no matter how you think things should happen, nature has a way to make it unusual. She was best off just going with the flow and surrendering her body to what it wants to do, and it would be over sooner than she realised.
Claire shushes the baby, he's fussing around at all the activity which is going on in the room, but sheâs obviously well practiced at doing this and soon the baby is sleeping, placed down to rest on the bed in Janeâs eyeline.
I move in behind Jane and start to rub her back as she moans through a contraction, my hands proving some positive stimulation to the point where her moan becomes much less pronounced. Jo moves to kneel down at the foot of the bed watching between Janeâs legs, seeing no sign of the head.
With Jo focusing on the new baby and Claire fussing after the previous baby, my hand cups Janeâs ass and squeezes hard as I lean in and kiss the back of her sweaty head. âKeep it up, youâre doing so well babeâ
Janeâs hand flails backwards looking for something to grab. I offer her my hand and she grabs it, squeezing hard. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut and sheâs vocalising loudly. Finally the contraction lets up and she opens her eyes as she looks over at Claire, looking apologetic. âSorry I know this doesnât exactly help seeing me struggle when youâre so close to doing this yourselfâŠâ
âItâs ok,â Claire said, though I did note a hint of nervousness in her voice.
âJane, sometimes the cervix will close a little between birthing twins. If youâd like I can check you so you arenât pushing against an incomplete cervix and swelling it up.â Jo said. Jane nods her agreement, and Jo moves around to get into position. Resting one hand on Janeâs knee she slides her fingers inside of her and up to the cervix.
Jane winces in discomfort as Jo feels around where she had just birthed a 10 pound baby and evidently was about to birth another. âYeah youâre a stretchy 8-9 Iâm afraid dear,â she said looking at Jane sympathetically.
âAre you serious?â Jane cried out.
âThe good news is that this doesnât usually last more than a handful of contractions.â Jo offered, encouragingly.
Claire cast an eye over to the baby, making sure he was still asleep with the noise going on in the room, but it seemed he was out like a light.
I try giving soft, reassuring kisses on Janeâs neck but Iâll admit I can feel her frustration building. âJanie, letâs take a pause and refocus and get this baby out, ok? Then we can all settle in for a long rest,â you murmur into her ear. âLetâs get in the tub.â
Claire and Jo take the hint, grabbing the baby who thankfully doesnât stir, and leave the room to let us have some alone time. I help Jane up, throwing the robe onto the ground and leading her back into the en suite, her half empty belly hanging low as we step into the tub, the water still thankfully warm from before.
Jane Immediately gets close to me and grabs my face to pull it close, kissing me so deeply and passionately that it takes me by surprise. My response was surprisingly quick, the bulge held within my shorts pressing hard against her inner thigh, my cock pulsing as I moan with surprise pleasure.
âJaneyâŠâ I say breathlessly. âShhhh. I need to cum.â She was straight to the point. Penetration was out of the question as her waters had broken, but the rest is all on the table.
My hands move down to hold and rub her gravid belly. âI canât believe thereâs another one in there,â I say with a hint of amusement in my voice.
âNeither can I. I canât wait to have so many more of your babies,â she says back, her breath ragged. âI need big contractions and a big orgasm to push this one out,â she adds. Her hands move from my face to her swollen tits, where she begins to rub and pull at her nipples.
My right hand goes from her belly to her clit where I begin to rub and pinch. Jane helps by swaying her hips against my hand. Shes definitely working on getting to an intense orgasm.
âMmmm keep going baby,â she says. Her belly begins to harden and pull up as she feels a contraction building. âDonât stop.â
âAre you having a contraction?â I ask.
âYes. Do not stop rubbing my clit,â she barks out a command. She leans over a little still twisting her nipples and breathes with this contraction. She moans as it builds.
âThatâs it breathe baby, breathe through it.â I offer encouragement.
âHaaa haaa haaa haaaâ She breathes rhythmically as the contraction grips her belly.
âAtta girl, keep going.â
âAhhhh ahhhh come on baby ahhhhhh ahhh ahhha,â she pants again.
âCum for me honey,â I say as I feel my cock getting even harder.
âWhen this passes I need it in my ass. Cum in my assâ Jane sounds almost like shes begging.
âAnything you wish babyâ I say back.
Jane takes the last cleansing breath of the contraction and between us, she gets out of the bath and gets on all fours. Her legs were spread, her belly hanging low, her ass was high as she could manage. I whip off my shorts and rub my precum coated cock all over the area, starting to slowly enter her ass. She is so tight I end up letting out a loud grunt myself as I slowly slip into the waiting tunnel.
âFuck me. Janey you are so tight.â She was hoping that the counter pressure would help open her cervix â or at least induce an orgasm powerful enough that her body would do what came naturally last time.
âI need your cum,â she begged as she pushed her ass back onto me. We started to slip back and forth, slow and deliberate movements, each fraction of an inch felt by both parties.
âYou want my cum? Iâm gonna give you my cum but I need you to push out my baby like a good little knocked up girl ok?â I give a command of my own. My right hand spanks Janeâs ass, knowing shes enjoyed that plenty of times in the past.
âThatâs it baby, harder. I need you to have a contraction,â I say. âRub those nipples hard Janey. I need you to push my baby out.â
She rests her weight on one hand and uses the other to pull a nipple hard to bring on another contraction.
âIs that a contraction building? Donât push yet. I want to cum in you during your contraction,â I groan out, my own climax drawing nearer and nearer.
âMmm hmmmmâ Jane mumbles, lost in the moment.
âAgain? Whatâs that?â
âYes,â she manages, her eyes closed, her mouth released momentarily from biting her bottom lip.
âGood girl,â
I lean over to hold her belly to feel for a contraction. Its evident when its got her in its throes. âBe readyâ is all I can say, my own voice somewhere between a pant and a growl at this stage.
âOk!â She manages as she holds her breath to try and deal with the contraction.
âIâm gonna cumâ I declare, gripping her belly tighter and pushing my cock in deeper âno pushing Jane. No pushing.â
âCome on and CUM,â she wails, unable to process anything other than the strong contraction gripping her midsection.
âIâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna cum. Fuckkkkkâ I almost chant at this stage.
âUgh YES,â Jane exclaims, feeling the thick ropes of cum launched deep into her, my cock twitching as it spurts.
âNo pushing babe. No pushing you are doing so good.â I say as my cock finishes spilling out its load.
âIâm gonna have to puuuuushâ she wails. âThe head wonât wait any more, it needs to come out!â
I spring up from the floor and pull on my shorts calling in the ladies. Jane is a panting mess - Jo and Claire come in and see her in that state.
âOh love you are ready to deliverâ Jo said. âLetâs get you up and to somewhere more comfortable.â
Between us, we get Jane up and dried off. âOk Janey, weâre gonna have you try a new position so we can get this baby out in a few pushes.â Jo says. All Jane can do is nod as sheâs lead back into the bedroom to see a new piece of equipment the ladies have brought in â a chair.
âClaire is going to sit here and youâll sit facing Claire with your feet on the floor to get you in a deep, supported squat.â
Claire grabs a towel and drapes it over the front of her clothing, moving into position on the seat. for Jane to lean against. She squats down between Claireâs legs, her arms on Claireâs thighs and her head resting on Claireâs own bump.
âWe are going to be behind you to catch,â Jo says.
âYou ok?â Claire asks.
âI amâ Jane says, still bouncing a little on her haunches. Claire grabs her hands and holds on to them.
âOk good letâs deliver this baby,â Claire says.
âI just am waiting for a contraction,â I say. Jo reaches in from behind Jane and wraps her hands around her inside of Claireâs knees, grabbing both nipples. The unexpected stimulation has the desired effect as Jane lets out a yell as a contraction rapidly starts. Jo moves away to let me in.
âOk letâs push Janey.â Jane registers my voice from behind her. She feels my hands cupping her pussy and instantly I feel her crotch begin to move as she does so.
Claire is encouraging and supportive, telling Jane to keep bearing down.
Jo slides a mirror down underneath Jane so she can see the view of my hands and her pussy as she works, staring down at the floor.
âRub my clit,â Jane says, not caring now if the two other women hear it.
My hand slides across her wet pussy and my expert fingers press hard against her engorged clit.
âFuuuuccckkkkk,â She moans loudly.
âKeep going, use that contraction Janeâ Jo encourages.
Jane gasps, clear that the contraction has run its course. My fingers felt the outline of the babys head from between Janeâs legs as she pushed, but it retreated once she let up.
Jo and Claire both offer encouragement and tell her to push when her body tells her to. âWhen it comes, deep breath in and give me a good push.â
From behind Jane, I announce âI want you to let go and cum. I need you to cum on my hand and then push, ok?â
Jane nods, squeezing her hands tightly to Claireâs. âFuck babe Iâm so close,â
As the next pain began to grip Janeâs belly, she squats deeper, pressing her body harder into my hands. I feel her lips part again and the slick bulge of the head gathers in my outstretched hands.
âThatâs it. Good girl.â I chant encouragement as I feel the head move further out.
âItâs stretching me so wideâ Janeâs voice bellows out from between Claireâs legs.
âLetâs deliver this baby now Jane. PUSH!â Jo exclaims.
Jane takes in a deep breath and blows it out as her entire body shakes with the effort.
Jane takes in another breath to push. âCum Jane,â I growl into her ear.
âOh fuck!â she screams. Her nipples are now dribbling milk, her clit hardens under my hand and she feels my hot breath against the back of her neck. âGood girl. Good girl. Keep cumming.â I say.
Jane pushed like a woman possessed, shouting âCOME!â really loud with each push.
âThatâs it Jane youâre crowning,â Claire says, looking down at the mirror.
âCome on babe. Push. Big push.â I offer, doing my best to keep her motivated.
Jane bears down as her pussy is stretched to its limit. Suddenly she screams âCOME! COME!â and the head is out, born into my waiting hands.
Two more pants and she pushes down again with the same contraction. âGood girl. Push.â I say âone more push! Push, baby push,â I exclaim excitedly.
Jane lets out a huge grunt and suddenly the surprise twin drops into my waiting hands with its accompanying splash of fluid. I pass the baby under Jane between her legs leaving it on the floor as he heaving breaths process the last few minutes. She looks down as sheâs lowered to the floor.
âItâs a girl. You gave me a girl,â she says, almost giddy with joy, leaning back into me and turning her head to kiss me.
I walked around the corner to see my 2 friends, Jess and Suzie sitting on the edge of the sandpit watching their kids throw sand around and generally have a bit of a fun time.
They see me and wave me over âHey Georgie, hows life treating you this fine day?â enquires Jess, bubbly as ever.
My hand instinctively reaches for my protruding midsection. âHot⊠big⊠grumpyâ
The three of us burst into giggles.
âNow, now babe, youâre glowingâ grinned Suzie, beckoning me over to have a feel of the bump.
âThatâs what you call dripping with sweat is it?â I groan.
Iâll admit, her hands massaging the belly feels good, and yeah, Iâll admit, I will miss the bump when its gone.
âOoh thereâs a kickâ smiled Suzie.
âYeah I think he doesnât like the heat as much as me⊠but keep on doing that all you want!â
âSo how long do you have left?â asked Jess
I held up a hand and started counting on my fingers and giggling⊠âtechnically⊠This week.â
âWhoa, no way.â
âYeah thatâs 40 weeks according to the docsâ
âGot everything set up?â queried Suzie.
âBirthing pool got delivered yesterday, him indoors is blowing it up today, got to clear a bit of space and get the midwifeâs number on speed dialâ I replied.
âNo silly, I mean the nursery⊠birth on your mind huh?â
âOooh sorry⊠yeah that was finished last week, here, look at the photosâ I handed my phone over to Suzie, as she swiped left and right on my phone giving appreciative nods as she flicked through.
âLooks gorgeous babeâ she added, handing back the phone.  I passed it on to Jess who did the same.
âAnd yeah⊠you could say Iâm a bit nervous⊠I mean Iâve never been good with pain⊠and this little one keeps on giving me fun little digs⊠sometimes I wonder if he has 8 limbs and hasnât shown them all on the scans yet.â
That set the 3 of us off giggling again.
Yep, if everything goes according to plan, next week will be eventful.
âJust you watch, youâll be a natural, and I bet youâre the first of us to say youâre expecting the second oneâ commented Jess.
Fingers crossed that I will, part of me always wanted a big family.
I stir awake to the clattering sound of a pot hitting the kitchen sink, startled suddenly I sit up and look at the time. Itâs just past 2am, and I realise the bed is empty next to me.
Pushing the sheets back I make my way downstairs, realising thereâs music playing softly in the kitchen.
I see her there, my wife, preparing some sort of food. Sheâs stood with her back to me, her once oversized nightshirt â one of my tee shirts â now pulled taught over her front with her baby filled belly stretching it out. Her ass is showing along with her shapely legs, sheâs wearing nothing underneath.
I kiss the back of her neck and she apologises for waking me. But the baby was hungry.
I survey the kitchen â so many pots, dishes and bits of cutlery lay used.
âI made a grilled cheeseâ she beams, taking a bite of the sandwich
âHow did you use so many dishes for that?â I ask, smiling at her.
âWell that one over there was for the pickles, and that one over there was for the chocolate⊠and that one over there is for the sour creamâ
âOn a grilled cheese?â Iâm taken aback by the combination.
âCravingsâ she smiles.
if you have a ânormieâ blog but want to chat about pregnancy and birth possibly in secret away from your normal feed, feel free to get in touch - the amount of people I see liking my stories when their blogs donât show anything of preg/birth in them is astonishing.
âThatâs it baby girl, push hard for me, I can see more and more of the headâ
There are gasping noises as she pushes, finally after a long hard contraction sheâs shaking her head, panting.
âIâm doing my best daddy, but itâs just so bigâ
âYouâre my strong, capable girl and youâre doing so well, youâre making me proud that youâre doing this for meâ
She screams and pushes again, the next contraction upon her.
âThatâs it, birth our baby out. You can do it, for me, for you, for our baby.â
She can only nod as sheâs panting again, then back to pushing holding her legs open wide.
I run my finger around her parted lips tracing the circumference of the head
âHere is all the work you have doneâ
Following that I trace around the bulge of the head pressing against her from the inside
âAnd here is what you need to do. Youâre almost there, be strong for me for another little whileâ
She nods and pushes again, her eyes scrunched up, the feel of my touch enough to know Iâm there.
After a monumental effort sheâs pushed so well the head is almost crowning, but you can tell sheâs hit a new wall.
âDaddy, it burns, it hurts so much. I canât do it, it hurtsâ
âYes you can, youâre nearly there. You know this is the ring of fire, just breathe through it and the head will be outâ
She focuses, closing her eyes and pants. Suddenly the head shoots forward and she lets out a scream.
âWell done, the head is out, the hardest part is overâ
She bites her lower lip, nodding as she feels the baby rotate.
âBe ready to catch daddyâ
âIâm ready baby girlâ
The next contraction comes, the babyâs shoulders and body sliding out with a gush of fluids.
I pass the baby up to my girl, she receives it with tears in her eyes.
âWe have a son daddy. Someone else gets to call you daddy nowâ
Currently on a cruise ship holiday. That in itself is great. What isnât great is the typical rule about not carrying pregnant passengers past their 28th week⊠means most pregnant ladies wonât travel on them and certainly no big bumps on display.
The Streamer plays a game
Abigail Jones, or to use her more recognisable gaming handle, MizKilla, was at the closing stages of another successful stream, seeing viewership numbers increase, getting a steady flow of regular commenters, and checking off quite a decent set of tips, all things considered. She knew she had to do something though â she had a secret she hadnât told anyone on the stream and knew if she didnât do it soon, it would be too late.
She gulped a big breath, something not lost on her viewers and started.
âBefore I go⊠I guess Iâd better tell you all something. I will be taking some time off.â
She knew that keeping her viewership engaged was critical to keeping the numbers up and the income flowing in â sheâd spent 2 years now growing her channel and was at the point where she felt she could use it as a decent form of income.
She looked to the side â seeing reams of text scrolling past:
âYou deserve a holiday, go for itâ
âNOOOOOOOOOO!â
âDonât leave usâŠâ
âEveryone needs some time off, you go girl!â
She shook her head. âGuys, Guys⊠Iâve got some news. Something Iâve been hiding for⊠oooh⊠9 months.â
With that the chat stream erupted:
âI knew it⊠no way was she just wearing push up bras, themâs pregnancy boobs!â
âEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Babyâ
âOh no⊠thatâs the end of the channel, sheâs never going to come back when sheâs looking after a sprogâ
âShow us your bump!â
Abi giggled, and for the first time in several months, kept the camera on whilst she pushed back from her computer desk, and the viewers got to see more than her cleavage and head. She stood up to reveal a perfectly round bump, covered in her black sweater. Grabbing the bottom of the piece of clothing, she lifted it up over the mound and exposed her belly for the entire online chat room to see, rubbing her hands over the top of it. She didnât catch the chat stream as it whizzed past way too quickly to read, but she did see a few tip notifications come through. She grinned from ear to ear.
âThanks guys, you donât know how much it means to me to be able to share this with you all, and you not going off on one because I waited so long.â With that she blew a kiss to the screen, and waved her hands, then signed off.
She blew out a calming breath, realising her heart was racing as she looked over to her boyfriend, James. He gave her a thumbs up gesture and stood up from the couch he was sitting on and wandered over, his own hands caressing his girlfriends bump and giving her a kiss.
âYou did the right thing, as you said, if you just disappeared, youâd have lost so much that youâve worked hard on⊠I know you wanted to keep real life and this project separate, but sometimes real life gets in the way.â He kneeled down and kissed the top of Abiâs bump, âand this little munchkin will definitely affect our real life for years to come.â
The next day as Abi was playing her game, trying to keep up to date with the chat messages scrolling past, she noticed an instant message pop up on her console. She didnât have a chance to open it straight away, but 10 minutes later another popped up. 10 minutes later, yet another.
She didnât normally get direct messages â she had specifically disabled it except for the highest tier of her fanbase, of which there were only three members. 2 of those were her closest friends (she had gifted those roles to them), who helped her run the channel as joint admins â and if they ever wanted to get in touch they would just ring her mobile phone⊠and a third was simply a user called âXâ â someone who had been known to give some crazy tips in the past.
Abi and James had been debating what to do about âXâ for a while now. He/she had been harmless, and a good source of income â but there was always a concern that his large tips may escalate into an expectation. Abi was worried that expectation might come back to bite her soon.
She tried to keep her breathing calm and collected, not letting the steady increase in messages put her off, until she finally finished the stream, and hand shaking, clicked the first of the messages.
âCongratulations on the news, Iâm so happy for youâ it simply read. Abi breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the second âIâll get right to the point â I adore looking at the pregnant body, itâs a bit of a fetish of mine. I hope its possible that you could indulge me in it before you start your maternity leave.â
âHere we goâŠâ thought Abi⊠she clicked on the third one.
âI hope youâve had time to consider my request. I hope we can have things mutually beneficial of course, I would want to see you well compensated. I hope this small gift helps your decision making.â With it was a money transfer notification of ÂŁ1000. That was a âsmallâ gift?
Abiâs hands were shaking as she typed her reply. She had to replace several words that she spelled incorrectly, her nerves getting the better of her. She shouldnât be entertaining this. What if the person⊠was it even a male or female⊠wanted to steal her baby and sell it for human trafficking. What if she was going to be killed⊠she shouldnât be doing this⊠but eventually she just clicked send.
The reply went as follows: âHi and thanks for your generous gift. I donât really feel that I should be considering in-person meetups at this time in my life⊠I hope you continue to enjoy the streams though until I have to leave â ill be sure to show off as much of the belly as I can between now and when I need to head off for my maternity leave.â
The reply took only moments to come back.
âI donât want anything in person. Just you showing off on screen for me⊠your baby daddy fucking you too if heâs around⊠Iâll make it worth your while of course.â Joining the message was another transfer notification of ÂŁ1000.
Another message notification came through. âThink about it overnight and get back to me tomorrow.â
Abi and James discussed it at great length through the rest of the evening. They both agreed that should they go through with this, they would use some of the ÂŁ2000 that had just been given to them to beef up their cyber security â not wanting to risk this âXâ getting access to their computer, or worse â their lives. They both realised that the money may be too good to pass up though, so with both of them sitting at the computer, Abi typed a reply.
âOK weâll do it⊠but I have a few conditions. 1) definitely online only. 2) You pay us ÂŁ100k and its up front. After that you pay us ÂŁ10k within the first 10 minutes of each day that we stream for you. Donât agree to these 2 points, Iâll have to say no Iâm afraid.â
The couple stared at the screen for several minutes expecting a reply, but nothing came. After an hour of browsing YouTube videos and other random stuff on the internet, they both decided that the values had scared âXâ off and shut down the computer to go to bed.
The next morning there was a notification on her phone â the app for her streaming programme notified her that she had a message. Logging in, she looked.
âAgreed.â Was all it said, along with a notification of ÂŁ100,000 transferred to her account.
Abi had goosebumps. She was either doing the most foolhardy thing she could possibly do, or had set her up for months, long enough to get through her maternity leave and still have plenty of savings for later.
Abi and James had already contacted a cyber security expert to make sure their PC didnât have any unexpected vulnerabilities, and between installing a new firewall, virtual desktop and VPN they decided they were ready to go.
They started the regular stream for that day â starting off with some gaming, then moving on to âsomething that Iâve always wanted to doâ as Abi described it â she wanted to do a âpre-pregnancy clothes challenge.â
These were all the rage, pregnant mothers in the final months of pregnancy all squeezing into their former clothes, either having them stretched to the point where buttons will ping off, or just being unable to fasten them at all. Of course, all strictly family friendly â Abi moved into an adjacent room as she got dressed each time and game out showing the photo of her wearing the garment in her pre-pregnancy state, and what it looked like now.
Abi scanned down the user list in the chat and saw her three ultra members at the top of the chat window, including the infamous âXâ. The user didnât join in any of the chats or other discussions as a result of the fashion show, but as Abi wound the stream down she received a direct message, knowing fine well who it had come from. She clicked it open and read the contents: Join me for the after show party.
Abi activated her internet security products and crossed her fingers. She was about to step out into the unknown. Clicking the name of user âXâ she sent a private stream request, unconsciously holding her breath as she did so. The call took a few moments to connect, but suddenly she found herself on a call to the mysterious stranger.
âHi⊠so we finally meet?â She announced to her webcam. The response came back as text,
âWe do indeed my dear. I very much enjoyed your last show but I feel it could have been so much more. Pre pregnancy clothes coming offâŠâ
âThe clock is tickingâŠâ reminded Abi prompting the user for payment.
Ping. The evidence of the transaction coming through. âDo you mind if I talk to you directly?â
Abi nodded, dumbstruck that they money was still rolling in, anticipation of the person revealing a little bit about themselves having her on the edge of her seat.
The voice that came through her speaker shocked her. The voice had a deep bass, almost as if James Earl Jones or Morgan Freeman was on the other end of the screen.
âPlease my dear⊠go ahead and tease meâ
Abi almost went weak at the knees, the voice was almost hypnotic, very commanding. Music started playing via the speaker coming from the side of Mr X by which Abi stood and took a step back, showing her full body to the camera.
She started to sway to the music, lifting the tight top up she rubbed her hands over her bump and swayed her hips, trying to dance sexily. The voice on the other side of the speaker announced that she was doing a good job, very erotic and she should continue.
Abi lifted her top up, momentarily constraining her breasts as her top lifted up until they both released and flopped down with a slap of skin on skin contact.
âBravoâ came the booming voice on the other side of the screen.
Abi twirled the top around her head once and flung it off to the side, her hands returning to her breasts as she grabbed them and squeezed, drops of colostrum hitting her belly which she rubbed into her skin.
Suddenly James walked in. Abiâs head shot to the side at the new arrival, something not lost to X on the other side of the screen.
âPlease my dear, invite them onto the camera, I want to see who you are withâ
Jamesâs inquisitive look at seeing his half naked girlfriend hit a sudden realisation when he heard the voice coming through the speakers. He mouthed the words âis that him?â to Abi, who nodded.
James came forward to look at the screen, of course seeing nothing to identify the unknown user at the other end of the internet connection.
âAhh you are the lucky man indeed with this beauty. I envy you somewhat. I want you to do what I cannot. I want you to worship that heavenly body, make her scream your name in orgasmic bliss. I want her toes to curl and her heart to beat wildly in her chest â make her feel alive!â
âHas the payment came through?â enquired James. Abi nodded and gave an affirmative sound. James smiled. âI hope you have the show of your lifeâ he announced to the screen, dashing forward and grabbing Abi, his lips joining hers in a passionate embrace.
Abi was quick to follow Jamesâs lead, their hands writhing over each others bodies, Abi pulling Jamesâs top up over his head and discarding it in the same general pile where her own top had been thrown, her own back arching in Jamesâs hold as his lips kissed a pattern down past her breasts and onto her belly, stopping at her belly button.
âWow, this is tightâ he announced, as he finally realised she was wearing a pre-pregnancy set of shorts, which were loose, unable to be buttoned up because of the presence of her belly. A quick tug and he had them pulled down to the ground, the only thing between her dripping wet sex and fresh air now a flimsy pair of panties.
James slid a finger under the fabric of Abiâs underwear at the top of her thighs and moved them around, following the route of the fabric until his fingers grazed her feminine slit. Abi practically buckled. She let out a moan.
Something that fell somewhere between showing off on camera, her boyfriend's expert touch, and pregnancy hormones had ignited within her, and she was practically buzzing with need. Need for fingers, need for tongue, need for cock⊠need for something, down there. She could only gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence.
âDo you want this to be removed⊠it feels awfully⊠dampâ teased James, his own breathy moans coming across. He also was shocked at how much he was enjoying himself playing in front of the camera, the couple had discussed the issue about performing for a stranger, potentially having their nude videos leaked to the internet, but they decided to risk it anyway, the potential financial payoff was just too great. His fingers slinked back up to the top of her panties, and tugged. With that, Abi was naked.
She stalked over to the kitchen area and dragged a chair with her, scraping along the floor as she did so. Putting it in place in front of the computer screen, she pushed James down as she backed on to him, swaying her hips side to side as she wiggled up and down giving him a lapdance. She grinded her ass into his lap, swishing her hips back and forth over the very top of the tent forming in his jeans.
âI think daddy needs some releaseâ moaned Abi as she turned to face James, her hands unzipping his flies and unbuttoning his jeans. As she peeled back the material, his cock sprung up. âOoh yes, daddy does want to play.â
Abi lowered herself down between Jamesâs legs â the process being quite slow and meticulous due to her size â and placed her lips over his cock, sucking and pulling her head back with an audible pop as the suction released. She grabbed his jeans, and started to pull them, he took the hint and lifted his ass up off the seat for a moment to give her some assistance, and suddenly the jeans were down by his ankles.
Abi continued with her ministrations on his shaft. Slow head bobs, teasing the tip. Long, deep slurps where she pressed her head all the way down to his pubic bone taking him all in. Fast, slow. James was writhing. Finally James gasped that he was going to cum, so Abi stopped. Jamesâs shocked look was evident. Abi looked up to him with a wicked look in her eyes and smiled, announcing âthe only way you're going to release is if its in me⊠or on me⊠I'm not too bothered.â
James could only groan, his animalistic brain taking over and the need to cum the only thing he could focus on. He used his toes to kick off his shoes, and shrugged his jeans into a pile on the floor, flicking them to the side. He still had his socks on, but he could work with that. He raised up out of the seat, his saliva slick cock jutting out like a mast in front of him.
âYouâre going to cum with me.â he growled as he turned Abi to face the computer camera, he got down onto his own hands and knees and thrust his cock into her wet, dripping slit as she howled in delight. âAnd youâ he said, pointing at the screen and staring it dead straight âare going to enjoy this finale.â
He was relentless, thrusting time and time again. Abi being shoved back and forth as his thrusts pummelled her. She looked up at the screen as well, both of the couple staring directly at the camera. Abi gave squeaking grunts as she was thrust into once more, her breasts swaying back and forth as if pendulums to her unrelenting onslaught, her belly swaying only millimeters from the floor. Finally both couldnât take any more and their release came, both giving primal grunts as their bodies shook. Abiâs head dropped as she laid her hands out crossed in front of her and rested her head on it, her ragged breathing evident in the lift and drop of her body.
âWell done⊠that was most enjoyable. You have pleased me today.â was the sound which came from the speaker from the mysterious watcher somewhere out on the internet. âUntil next timeâŠâ and suddenly the feed was cut as Mr X left the stream, the couple left panting and wondering what was to come in the future.
