firsttreewobblerapricot

[firsttreewobblerapricot]

Slowly he undid the cotton fabric of my nightgown, savouring the moment as he pushed it away from my gravid form. He’d done this me. Bred me. Ensured I’d be in this position in nine months time. He pressed his hand to the warm skin, smiling as he hummed in appreciation. “That’s what I like to feel, nice strong contractions,” he praised, “they must be starting to hurt now. Don’t worry, we’re going to have your legs spread nice and wide soon enough and then the real work begins.”

“Oh fuck,” I twist on the bed, pulling against the restraints, as I feel another contraction washing over me.a

“Just breath through it,” he instructs, “no use wasting energy,” he adds.

“I bet you can feel the head pressing down on your cervix, can’t you?” A voice adds and his wife enters the room. A smile on her lips as her gaze falls to my contracting belly.

My only response is to groan, I bare down a little forcing my belly to push outwards even more, highlighting my labouring state. I’m not ready for this.

“Soon,” he promises as both of them rub my belly. “I knew you’d make the perfect surrogate for us.”

“It’s almost time to push,” she says as my legs are positioned. “Deep breath now.”