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If you arenât a father this Fatherâs Day come here and let me fix that for you.
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no woman has ever been hotter than when sheâs massively swollen with a manâs child.
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The Vault - Week 21 - Opening Night (+ Life updates)
Hey bunnies! So sorry for the late posting, I'm still at the hospital at the moment I will share why in Ko-fi. But here is week 21 and I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it:
Word Count: 3,068 words
Summary: An opening night performance takes a wild, unforgettable turn when the line between acting and reality dissolves right on stage.
Authorâs Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains explicit sexual content, labor, childbirth, pregnancy kink, clitoral stimulation during birth, orgasmic birth, public birth and public sexual acts. All characters are adults. Reader discretion advised due to the intensity and kink-focused narrative.
Mae grips the headboard, sweat sliding down her neck, body trembling as another wave of pressure floods her. She wants to flip onto all fours, to turn and push with gravity on her side, but the script has her flat on her back, knees bent, legs wide and bare beneath her bunched-up skirt. The lights glare down, her bellyâa massive dome of real and paddingârises and falls with every breath, a spectacle for the front row.
She glances at the wings, panic pulsing through her as the truth sets in. Thereâs no after party, no solo drive to the hospital. This baby isnât waiting for the final curtain.
Maeâs breath catches, eyes wide. âBill, Iâhoo⌠GodâBill, itâs right there, I can feel it, itâsâohhh, hoo, haaaââ Her voice cracks, desperate and real.
Bill stays beside her, hand never leaving hers, but his lines are laced with a new urgency. âAlright, June. Weâre almost there. You tell me if itâs time. Iâll do what I can.â
The next cue comesâheâs meant to check her, just as theyâd rehearsed. Nate slips his hand beneath her skirts, still playing the dutiful husband for the audience. But the moment his palm slides up, he feels something solid, swollen, and hot. Itâs not just stuffingâitâs Mae, her pussy bulging with the weight of the baby, skin stretched and trembling. He freezes, breath stuck in his throat.
He lifts his hand higher, pressing gently to her real bellyâfirm, round, and tightening in his grasp. A bolt of shock and arousal rockets through him, thickening in his pants. He meets Maeâs eyes, searching for the line between act and plea.
Mae canât hold back a whimper, her thighs quivering, the fullness between her legs nearly unbearable. She looks at Nateâno longer just Billâand her eyes beg for help, for mercy, for anything. She shifts, and her thigh brushes against the growing bulge in his trousers. Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing, mouth open in shock and a dark thrill.
The audience holds their breath, the silence broken only by Maeâs heavy panting and the soft sound of fabric shifting. No one can see under her skirt, but every body in the theatre is leaning in, tethered to the electric tension.
Nate quickly pulls out his hand, covering his own surprise, and snatches the drape from the prop chair, spreading it over Maeâs knees. He leans in, voice low and commandingâboth for the play and for her. âAlright, June. Itâs time. I need you to push for me. Right now.â
Mae lets out a shaky sigh of relief, her whole body trembling. She grabs his hand, nodding, breath ragged. âOh, thank God. Hoo⌠haaa⌠I need toâI have toâhaaahââ She draws her knees back, body open, her sounds turning wild as she finally gives in.
Her belly tenses, sweat dripping down her chest, her voice rising in a chorus of guttural, desperate moans as she bears down, pushing with everything she has. The audience is silent, rapt, and the air on stage is thick with heat, effort, and something just a little forbidden.
Maeâs fingers clutch the headboard, arms shaking, her body bowed under the next contraction. Nate keeps her hand in his, the other pressed firm against her thigh under the draped cloth. She draws her knees back wider, every inch of her body on display beneath the skirt. The prop drape is the only thing between her secret and the stunned house.
The pressure between her legs is unrelentingâfull, hot, urgent. Maeâs breath turns to sobs and moans, half-pleading, half-feral. âOhâoh, Billâpleaseâhoo, hoo, haaaâoh God, itâs so muchââ
Nateâs hand slides deeper beneath the cloth, his palm finding the swollen heat of her pussy, fingers slick and trembling. He strokes slow at first, then firmer, his thumb circling her clit in a way thatâs nothing like rehearsal, all the lines blurred. He leans close, voice pitched low for her, almost a growl, âLet it happen, June. Let it all out for me.â
Maeâs hips jerk, the pleasure so sharp it makes her cry out. The audience roars with laughter at the âimprov,â some even clapping. Nateâs hand never leaves her, teasing and coaxing her through the agony and into something electric. Every brush of his fingers sends a ripple up her spine, her whole belly shuddering, sweat running down her chest and arms.
âOh!âhoo, hooâahhh, donât stop, Billâoh, yes, right thereâoh Godââ She throws her head back, legs shaking. Her thigh presses into his bulge, feeling him rock against her, hard and desperate. She gasps at the sensation, wide-eyed, the look they share too raw to be fake.
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Much love, Drew

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it really turns me on when i hear women who didnât mean to get pregnant complain about how big and heavy theyâve gotten.
complaining about how tight their clothes have gotten and how they canât sit down with out their big bellyâs forcing their legs apart. Knowing thereâs nothing they can do about it, they just have to watch themselves get pumped up like a fucking balloon. Helpless and swollen.
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