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That's What Friends Are For - Part 3

Collaboration with Brimmingbelly04.

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Epilogue]

As soon as they made it to his room, a huffing and puffing Gavin turned and looked up at Marcus' flushed yet handsome-as-ever face. He'd felt his eyes on him the entire time they'd been making their way, as well as his enormous belly twice when he accidentally bumped it against his ass. Gavin couldn't wait till he felt something else not only bumping it again, but bumping into it…

Marcus no longer tried to hide the fact he was blatantly checking his friend out. He looked Gavin up and down, eyes filled with lust now that he'd finally dropped the act that he wasn't into him. Now that he literally was about to enter his friend, there wasn't a point. 

"Wanna take a quick shower and get some of this chlorine off of us?" Gavin suggested. 

As Marcus shook his head to say no, he didn't, the head of his dick pushed almost painfully up against the unyielding underside of his overdue swell. He might've finally fallen for Gavin's plan and actually gotten into it (so long as he didn't think about it too much,) but he needed things to happen now if he was going to keep up his nerve (and erection.)

"I think we're good," he finally said. "At least I am. I just need a towel, but if you need to, um… you know…" he trailed off as his cock throbbed again, ejecting a huge glob of pre-cum as he stared at Gavin who somehow suddenly looked so damn breedable despite having obviously already been bred so well.

Gavin smiled up at Marcus as he shook his head back. He could tell his special, soon-to-be even more so, friend was nervous, which just made him all the more appealing…

"I know what you mean, but I'm good too, though towels are a good idea," he agreed before turning and waddling off towards his ensuite, giving Marcus another good look at his shapely figure. 

"Holy shit, dude… Your ass if fuckin' amazing!" Marcus said as his eyes honed back in and locked onto his juicy ass. 

"You really think so, big guy?" His twin-filled friend asked with a giggle as he purposely added a little more swagger to his gait again. 

Marcus grunted. "I still can't believe I'm saying this, but yeah!" He admitted with a nod Gavin didn't see since the door to the linen closet he'd opened was now blocking his view of him. 

"I'm really glad you think so," Gavin replied with a smile as he waddled back, arms loaded with the towels he'd set atop his belly, blocking Marcus' view of his chest. "And… I think you'll be glad too," he predicted with another nod. 

"About..?"

 "The fact that my fuckin' amazing ass is all yours."

"Y-yeah..?"

 "If you want it to be?"

 "I do!" Marcus emphatically nodded. 

Now that things had undeniably changed, including the complete fading of his inhibitions, he couldn't stop "admiring" his friend as he let their bellies bump before handing over two of the four towels he'd retrieved from the linen closet. All of a sudden, everything about Gavin, Marcus found extra appealing, from his looks right down to the fact he was another guy and he was still so fucking attracted to him?! 

As they dried themselves the rest of the way off, slowly turning and bending as much as either one of them could, revealing more of their bodies in different positions to one another, the more each of them got into it… By then, neither Gavin or Marcus thought they could've been any more inclined, but the more they turned, bent and dried, the more they were by simply the thought of what was to come next. 

As he turned and pointed his huge, fat ass at him again, Marcus didn't think Gavin could've looked any more delicious than he'd recently proven himself to, but he was wrong. Now, as he wiped what water remained from the pool off, his ass looked more appealing than ever. Neither of them said anything as they put their towels to use, they just watched each other, Gavin over his shoulder, silently encouraging more.

Before Marcus could grasp what was happening, his friend let both of his towels drop to the ground and then slowly waddled over to his bed, which he awkwardly climbed onto on all fours. As he got into position, Gavin's belly dragged across the bed, pressing down against it too, his arms just barely long enough to offer support. Even from behind, Marcus could see Gavin's boobs, which now hung from his torso. 

Being on all fours caused Gavin's tits to sag, but they still looked incredibly full, and Marcus already knew they were delicious… He couldn't get over how good they looked, better than any others he'd gotten his hands (or mouth on) or any pornstar's he'd ever jerked off to, that's for sure.

Everything suddenly seemed so perfect about Gavin, Marcus couldn't wait any longer. He wanted his huge, cock throbbing far up inside the daddy-to-be's hole, but first…

Marcus approached the foot of the bed, which his friend's incredible ass was hanging over. Whether he knew it or not, Gavin had gotten himself into the perfect position for what he surprisingly wanted to do to him next: taste his hole. 

After reaching out to brace himself on the enormous globes, barely able to reach them beyond his own biggest, with a quiet grunt, Marcus began to squat. He had to arch his own ass up in the air to give his massive belly room to slide down between the rest of him and the foot of the bed, Gavin's comforter providing soft, soothing sensations against his taut skin. As Marcus' face became level with Gavin's ass, he'd never been more grateful for his strong and powerful, tree-trunk thighs. 

Slowly, he slid his hands from the tops of the mounds down around their sides. When he reached the fattest area at their midpoint, Marcus slid his hands closer together till his palms were full of cheek. More than full… Still, his hands were big enough he was able to take each in a strong but gentle grip and slowly separate them, revealing Gavin's light pink, surprisingly tiny pucker. 

Unable to see behind himself, Gavin thought Marcus was about to line his massive cock up and start (hopefully slowly) inserting it, causing his hole to twitch in anticipation. But then he realized if Marcus was about to fuck him, he would've felt his heavy belly resting on his ass and back, so he was puzzled? 

"Everything OK back there?" He asked over his shoulder as he adjusted his pillows under his breasts so they had some support. 

"Everything's great," Marcus replied, voice deep and husky as his breath blew between Gavin's cheeks, hitting his hole, making it twitch again and him moan. 

"Oooh! I wasn't expecting this!" Gavin giggled. 

"No?"

 "No!"

 "But it's OK, if I…"

 "Oh, most definitely!" He giggled some more. 

Upon receiving permission, Marcus licked his lips, spread his friend's ample cheeks and started moving his neck forward. He'd never given a rim job before but he had eaten plenty of girls out and figured it was probably somewhat similar. Instinctively, he took in a whiff, his nostrils registering chlorine, a slightly sweaty and musky aroma and a faint spiciness, the latter probably a precursor to the peppers making their exit. It was a strange combination, but Marcus couldn't say he didn't like it, so he stuck out his tongue and gave his first tentative lick. 

Both he and Gavin moaned as he ran his tongue up his crack, its tip gently pushing against his hole but not entering it. Even though he'd never tasted ass before, somehow, so far, it tasted just as Marcus expected it would. What he hadn't expected was to like it, but he did, so after a few more cautious licks, he started to get a little more adventurous…

Gavin was in sheer have. He'd hoped this would happen when he'd come up with his whole labor-inducing plan, but definitely hadn't expected it to… He wanted to tell Marcus to never stop, to keep going and start really working his hole, but he couldn't find the words. All he could muster were moans and groans of delight as his super muscular, even more pregnant, special friend, licked, kissed, lapped and even now occasionally gently nibbled away. 

Marcus' tongue gradually started opening him up. But as Gavin's hole loosened, it remained incredibly small. Obviously, Marcus knew his friend liked to be fucked, but as he stared down his nose at the smooth, unexpectedly sexy pucker he'd now made slick with his spit, he couldn't imagine it loosening up enough to take any penis, let alone one his size… If he worried (which he did) that his cock would be too big, he couldn't imagine Gavin stretching enough to allow two large babies to pass through?! 

Marcus shuddered when he thought about how difficult the same process was going to be for him… Unlike Gavin's, his hole had had zero "preparation," aside from sometimes having passed some what he'd considered to be monstrously-sized shots, which ultimately (and unfortunately) would probably be like one of the triplets' legs! The scary realization took a brief, deflating effect on his raging erection, but fortunately for he and Gavin, he was so enjoying his first, delicious taste of ass, his hardness only waned for a few seconds before it subconsciously regained its full glory. 

It wasn't till he'd already made a few deep pokes that Marcus belatedly realized his tongue had breached Gavin's sphincter to the point almost half of it was inside him, wriggling around with relative ease. As he somewhat came out of the strange, sex-induced trance he'd fallen under, his fecund friend's muffled moans, groans and appreciative curses registered in his somewhat dazed and frazzled brain. Marcus had always taken great pleasure in providing the same to his partner, so he was only slightly surprised that this time proved not to be an exception despite his current partner being a male, and the hole he was teasing and pleasing, an ass…

But as much as they were both enjoying his unexpected action, he wanted more… More being the reason he'd asked to come to Gavin's room, so after a few more licks, followed by a tender kiss planted on the now slightly more protruding pucker, Marcus pulled back. 

Once he had, he kept Gavin's cheeks spread and stared at his "work," causing his huge, hard cock to twitch up against the underside of his belly with a sense of pride. Still staring, Marcus stopped spreading them and moved his hands back to the rounded tops of Gavin's cheeks. As his friend's hole disappeared, Marcus knew the next time he saw it, it was going to look very different…

He and Gavin grunted as he pushed, him from the effort it took to raise his body from its deep squat, Gavin from the weight he put against him. Once again, Marcus' belly grazed the bedspread, then his friend's ass as he came back to as close to his full height as he could now reach. Back deeply arched, Marcus let his tremendous pregnancy hover over Gavin's ass for a few seconds before carefully setting it down on it and then sliding it forward till some of it also came to rest on his back as he reached under and around it to take himself in his hand and aim it at Gavin's hole by feel alone. 

"Ooh, yeah, big guy…" Gavin moaned as the big, bulbous head of Marcus' cock worked its way between his ample cheeks and then pushed against his hole. "Fuck me into labor with that monster cock… Fuck… I can't wait to have you inside me, and those bull balls slapping against my ass, you stud!"

"You want my big, bull dick inside you?" Marcus asked as he gently nudged his tip against his friend's pucker again. 

"Oh, yeah…" Gavin moaned. "Breed my big, fat ass!" He requested, playing a little more with Marcus' machismo, even though he knew he didn't have to any more. 

Without another word, Marcus pushed his sturdy hips forward. Given the girth of the head of his cock, it was initially met with some resistance despite his recent oral efforts, but gradually, Gavin's hole opened more, letting in the most massive cock he'd ever taken…

Nobody or anything had ever stretched him as much as just Marcus' head now was… It hurt, but it was a good and enjoyable pain. That being said, Gavin realized again that he was in for a real challenge when the time came for him to start expelling the heads of his babies, because as Marcus slowly entered him, he felt like he was already being torn apart, and yet he still wanted more…

Even though his now very "special" friend had recently been very reluctant to fuck him, Marcus had obviously had a "change of heart." As thick and veiny inch after inch continued to sink into Gavin, the more muscular and pregnant man had another as he realized the sensation he was experiencing felt better than any other sexual one he'd previously had, and things were only just getting started… Marcus had to truly fight the urge to just fucking ram himself the rest of the way in, but thankfully, managed to do so because of the last thing he wanted to do now, was hurt Gavin. 

Gavin, whose hole remained so tight, that as he continued slowly penetrating it, Marcus found himself suddenly feeling more resistance… He and Marcus' mutual moans and grunts filled his room as the latter readied himself to give his friend what he'd longed for from him, so bad: a good, hard fuck.

When he was halfway in, Marcus stopped and stayed still. For a few seconds, he forgot all about how desperate he was and how awkward many parts of his day had been. He just focused on how tight and amazing Gavin's hole felt and how the little, quiet (for now, anyway) grunts and groans he was making sounded so good. They also sounded like he was having a hard time controlling himself. Marcus couldn't help but smile.

Leaning forward, he took a firm hold of Gavin's wide hips as he slowly started working more of himself in. The deeper Marcus went, the tighter Gavin got. The twin-filled man was now continually grunting and tugging at the sheets beneath him. His triplet-filled friend knew he had to be in a lot of pain as the bulbous tip of his cock reached previously unexplored areas of his guts, but Gavin hadn't asked him to stop, so he continued. 

Because some girls hadn't been able to fully take him, Marcus was certain Gavin wouldn't be able to. He wasn't about to complain… He'd be happy with however much his friend ended up being able to take, but he'd be really happy if he was able to take it all!

Even though he'd finally seen it up close and touched it, somehow, Gavin was still surprised by how huge Marcus' cock felt inside him. It felt more than that… It felt gigantic!

"Are you OK? Am I hurting you?" Marcus asked as he stopped pushing, worried because Gavin's moans had gotten so loud. 

"Yeah! I'm… oooh, fine! You're fine… you're just… I just… need some time to… get used to it!" Gavin huffed out between grunts. "Fuuuuuuuck!" He exhaled. "You're so… damn…big!"

 Marcus chuckled and smirked. "You've been callin' me big guy all day… And you saw and touched my cock, so what were you expecting?" He asked as he very slowly pushed another thick, quarter inch in. 

"Ooof!" Gavin grunted. "How much… more?"

 "Just a little."

 He grunted again. "There's nothing… little about… you!" He huffed as he tried to adjust to the massive intruder making him feel like he was about to split in half. 

As he breathed heavily, Gavin felt a sudden sharp pain in his lower belly. Once he made sure he was balanced on his left elbow and forearm, he reached back and down to rub at the area. He couldn't say if the pain was due to Marcus' cock trying its best to rearrange his guts, or from a contraction? The babies suddenly started kicking and stretching, making it all the more difficult to figure out what was going on.

If there was anything good, it was that with the pain in his belly and the twins kind of going crazy, Gavin had something else to think about other than Marcus' massive, still not complete presence. He was barely able to contain his grunts, groans and moans, but he wasn't about to quit now, especially considering his crazy plan had worked! This is precisely what he'd wanted, and nothing in life is ever free. 

"Gimme the… rest," he nodded over his shoulder. 

"Now?" Marcus asked. 

He nodded again. "I'm fine. I want you to… fuck me hard. Stretch my hole till I'm… loose enough for you," he said as he took his right hand from his belly, reached back and slapped the side of his ass, making it jiggle like Jell-O.

Marcus didn't need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he sank his last couple inches in, earning himself a grunt and a groan from the both of them. He'd meant to be gentle, but he couldn't contain himself and apparently, didn't have to… Gavin wanted him to fuck him hard, so he now had every intention of complying, at least as much as their mutually fecund bodies allowed. 

He started off slow, but he wasn't gentle. Marcus still had his doubts because Gavin barely seemed able to accommodate him, but with each long and slow thrust in and out, his smaller friend's hole seemed to relax a little more. What didn't relax was Gavin himself, who started shouting Marcus' name and demanding more. 

Gripping Gavin's hips tighter, Marcus started thrusting harder and faster. He loved how thick and meaty Gavin felt in his hands… His hips were soft and supple, yet strong and powerful. If they'd been able to handle his giant twin-pregnancy thus far, surely they'd be able to handle a good, hard pounding. He kneaded the tight yet tender flesh, making Gavin moan louder.

The pain in his belly had subsided, but the pain in his hole had not, and yet he still wanted more. Marcus' strong but gentle touch was helping, but also making Gavin feel things he had yet to, and the big guy was just getting started…

"Oooh, yes, ohmygod!" He moaned out a few minutes later, when his hole finally started to loosen up. "Right there, oooh! That's the spot!" He shouted as Marcus' insanely thick shaft rubbed and pressed against his prostate like no one's ever had before. Neither of them could see it, but Gavin was rock hard, dripping pre-cum like a fountain. 

"So I guess you're… enjoying… this?" Marcus asked as he trusted, a proud smile on his face. 

"This is… the best fuck I've… ever had! So, so, so good!" Gavin moaned and then grunted as his bigger friend forced himself all the way back in, especially hard. 

"I'm… glad… you… think… so…" Marcus relied, punctuating each word with another powerful thrust. "'Cause… I… think… the… same!"

 "Y-yeah?" Gavin asked in breathless surprise. 

"Yeah…" he confirmed as he slowed down, not only because he needed a bit of a break but because the babies in his belly were now moving like they hadn't in quite some time. "No girl I've… been with has… ever felt like… this, and none of them… have been so… hungry for my cock!" He groaned as he gave another forceful thrust. 

"Me and my… hole, are happy to… be of service, and… appre… oooh!" Gavin was suddenly interrupted by another pain low in his belly which he this time, was able to recognize to most definitely be a contraction. 

His plan was working. 

"You OK?" Marcus asked again. "Am I going too hard? Too fast?" He asked as he started to slow down, but then Gavin pushed back, indicating he still wanted more. 

"It's… working," he panted out. "Contraction."

 "Oh! So then maybe we… should…"

 "No! Keep going!" Gavin demanded. "Fuck me like the… stud you are. Show me your… real strength, you… big bull!"

 "But…"

 "Marcus…" he groaned. "I've been wanting this since the… day I met you!" He admitted since there was no point in denying or hiding his feelings anymore. 

It didn't happen often, but when it did, for whatever reason, Marcus really liked being told what to do in bed. He was surprisingly happy to find out that it didn't matter when the demand came from another man. This man, at least…

As such, he focused all the strength and energy he still had to fuck Gavin as hard and fast as he could, even though he felt like his movements were starting to get a bit clumsy. The long, loud moans constantly spilling from his friend's mouth, made Marcus feel like the proud alpha male he'd been before getting so hugely pregnant. 

The fact Gavin was so obviously high on pleasure even though Marcus couldn't say he was giving him his best performance (for three big as they were obvious reasons) helped his self-esteem. It also got him so damn horny, he felt like a bull in heat. If he could've, even though he'd been 100% straight till today, he would've kept fucking Gavin's amazing ass forever. 

That being said, it was Gavin he was into… Marcus didn't feel any different about any other man, just Gavin. His hands kept kneading his friend's fat mounds. As they did, for the briefest of moments, Marcus imagined the shorter man being pregnant with his babies… Why he couldn't say, nor could he say why he was so into the idea, but he found himself imagining breeding Gavin again and again, getting him hugely pregnant with his giant kids. 

Marcus had worked himself up so much, his hips were bucking harder than ever despite their increasing discomfort. He felt like his balls were going into overdrive, quickly making more hot, potent cum. 

Meanwhile, Gavin had totally been reduced to moans. His mind was blank as Marcus fucked him deeper and harder than anyone ever had before. Between his cock being the biggest and his thrusts so deep and powerful, Gavin was in heaven. He loved the way Marcus' massive nuts kept slamming against his fattened ass cheeks like a pair of wrecking balls. Finally, his hole seemed to had adjusted to Marcus' size, allowing him to focus on the more pleasurable aspects of everything, including how his prostate was getting the best, most intense massage of his life. 

Gavin's belly shook against the bed. Every once in a while, he felt this intense shifting sensation, different from what he felt when the twins were just rolling around on their own. He wanted to rub his belly to try and ease some of the tension and discomfort, but his triplet-carrying friend was fucking him so hard now (just as he'd asked him to) that he needed all the support his hands could give. He knew his bloated body was making the final preparations for his first child to be born, but he also knew Marcus wasn't done yet and he had no plans of asking him to stop. 

Gavin wasn't the only one groaning… His bed was too, especially when Marcus thrust extra hard into his fat ass. He arched his back, lifting his breasts off his pillows, causing the huge, milk-filled orbs to swing and bounce. The action further stimulated his nipples, which started to leak, providing some much needed relief to the drained but still bloated mounds. 

He couldn't get enough. He didn't want Marcus to ever stop but knew he'd have to eventually. They both only had so much time and energy left, and really, they needed to save the latter for the daunting tasks they still had to perform. The reasons they were doing all this…

Even though he was now several enjoyable minutes into it, Marcus still couldn't believe he was fucking another man, or that he was loving every single second of it! He loved hearing Gavin moan and groan beneath him and hoped he wasn't putting too much weight on him or hurting him, but even if he was, sorry, dude, but he wasn't going to stop till he had to. 

As he continued delivering his powerful thrusts, balls starting to churn, bed now groaning and creaking almost nonstop, Marcus suddenly felt a sharp pain… It seemed to radiate out from the center, somewhere just beneath his belly button, and eventually made its way down to his hips. He joined in on the groaning, his pained, but considering he was having some of the best sex he'd ever had, fortunately, he had something else to focus on. 

Marcus realized he was (finally) having a contraction, but he didn't announce it. He rubbed the sides of his belly, unaware that Gavin could feel it shaking and contracting atop his back. Gavin knew his friend had to be uncomfortable, but he still smiled, happy to know Marcus' labor was finally getting underway too. His plan was finally working!

"I'm gettin'... close!" Marcus huffed out. "I wanna keep… going, but fuuuuuck… you feel so damn good!"

 "Yeah?" Gavin panted back. 

"Look good… too!" Marcus replied. "So damn big and fertile, dude!"

 His twin-filled friend moaned. "I'm not even… touching my dick and I'm… about to cum! You're such a… fucking stud, and your… cock! God!" He sighed. "I wish you could… knock me up again… right now! Imagine how… HUGE I'd get carrying… your babies?!" He moaned, the thought causing him to orgasm, huge globs of cum suddenly rocketing from his dick, coating the underside of his belly. 

"Oh, shit!" Marcus grunted as Gavin's hole tightened around him. "Shit, shit, shit!" He hissed. "You're gonna… make me cum!" He huffed as he started pounding Gavin harder. As he did, he took his right hand from his belly, reached down and around it and slapped his friend's ass, enjoying the jiggle. 

"Oooh!" Gavin moaned again. 

"And as far as… you carrying my… HUGE babies… You better mean it!"

 "I do, but…"

 "You owe me… after all the pain and… shame you… put me through today!" Marcus grunted out as another contraction started to build up. "You think you're… big now… You got another thing… coming when I knock you up!"

"You're gonna make me… TWICE as big, I… I know it and I… can't wait!" Gavin moaned. "Put as many as you… want in me! Please…" he begged. 

All of a sudden, Marcus lost it. With a huge roar, he started to cum, shooting a geyser of thick and hot seed far up inside Gavin. Gavin yelled too as he felt an almost unimaginable amount of cum flooding his guts. Even though barely a minute had passed since his last orgasm, he suddenly came once again without touching his dick. 

Marcus' massive load just kept coming, making Gavin feel even more full. If ever he felt like he was about to burst, this was it! At some point, Marcus had stopped thrusting, but he was still cumming, filling his friend to the brim. His seemingly never-ending orgasm was hands down, the best he'd ever had and when it finally ended, it left Marcus gasping for breath, feeling on the verge of passing out.

And yet he and Gavin both had huge smiles on their red and sweaty, handsome faces. Even though they'd both agreed to do this to induce labor, the experience ended up being much deeper and unexpectedly meaningful. As he continued to fight to catch his breath, Marcus went back to rubbing his heaving belly. Beneath him, Gavin was dealing with another strong contraction, but he didn't say anything, not wanting to break the mood. 

If he could've, he would've kept Marcus' now slightly softening but still twitching cock, inside him forever. His plan had half worked, but it wasn't complete yet… Gavin didn't know if he'd have the energy to, but he still wanted to at least try to return the favor and really fuck Marcus into labor. If he could, this would be his first time fucking a man too…

"Oh my fuckin' God!" Marcus exhaled as his cock twitched again. "That was… amazing!"

 "Yeah, it was…" Gavin languidly agreed. 

"Seriously!" Marcus needlessly insisted. "I wanna do it again, without the… bellies in the way. You game?" He asked as he gave Gavin's ass another sharp slap. 

"Totally! You're the biggest, sexiest stud… ever!" Gavin moaned. "And I meant it when I said you could… knock me up again! With as many as you, oooh!" He suddenly groaned. "Unnnnngh!!!" He grunted as his most painful and powerful contraction to date took over his belly and then seemingly his whole body."Fuuuuuuck!" 

Concerned, Marcus started to pull out, but Gavin stopped him. Or tried to…

"No! Stay! Stay in me, please!" He begged. 

"But you're contracting!" Marcus said, feeling his hole grip and squeeze his cock, causing it to harden back up again. 

"I… I… know!" Gavin huffed out. "But…"

"But it might, unnnngh!" He grunted. "Finally be time, Gavin!" He insisted as he kept removing himself, the resistance Gavin's hole gave making it a difficult but pleasurable experience. 

The bulbous, still leaking head of his cock got stuck for a second before popping out of Gavin loud enough to echo through the room over their mutual moans. Marcus was in the process of sliding his enormous belly off his twin-filled friend's poor, now really aching back, when the shorter man groaned loudly again as a sudden rush of fluid poured from his now gaping hole, soaking the bed and Marcus' cock, underbelly and thighs. 

Marcus hardly realized what was happening. All of a sudden, a super sharp and intense pain hit his belly, causing him to clutch it, tightly grit his teeth and groan. 

"You OK?" Gavin asked as he turned and looked back over his shoulder. 

"Contrac…tion," Marcus gritted out. "Big… one! But congrats… You seem to be ahead of me!" He said as he slowly scooted back till his belly had cleared Gavin and the mattress, revealing the big, wet mess he'd made. 

"You broke my water!" Gavin grinned back at him. "Maybe we should've just done this from the beginning?" He giggled.

"You knew this would do the trick the whole time, didn't you?" Marcus asked, shaking his head as he palmed his tighter than ever pregnancy. 

"Maybe?" Gavin giggled some more as he eased onto his side facing his friend. "But I had to get you onboard first!"

"Well you finally did!" Marcus winked at him. "And I'm happy to say, you didn't have to fuck me to get my contractions going!" He winced as his huge belly spasmed again. 

"I still can. We've got time."

 "What?!" He scoffed. "No, we don't! You're water broke!"

 "It just did. I'm not ready to push yet," Gavin shook his head. "And besides, we need to get you caught up!"

"I'll catch up."

 He scoffed back. "What? Don't tell me a big, sexy stud like you is scared of taking my dick when you're about to have to push three MASSIVE babies out of your ass!"

 "It's just…"

 "You've never been fucked before, I know. You'd also never fucked a man before either," Gavin reminded. 

"No, I hadn't," Marcus replied. "But…"

 "You'll be my first too, if you're willing to return the favor?"

Marcus let out a grunt as he watched Gavin reach around his belly and start stroking his dick, which was hard again despite having just released two loads. His twin-filled friend had a point… Whether he wanted to think about, let alone admit it, Marcus' asshole had a lot of stretching in its near future, and who knows? Maybe he'd like getting fucked too? 

Seeing as the act involved Gavin, he probably would. 

"Alright, fine," he consented. "But just this once!"

 "Just this once…" Gavin agreed as he started getting off the bed. 

Marcus knew what he had to do next… For a change, he was going to be the one to get on all fours. The thought of taking a dick remained incredibly strange but surprisingly, wasn't as unappealing or unlikely as he'd once considered it. Still, under different circumstances, Marcus most certainly would've denied the request, but after all he and Gavin had been through that day alone, he almost felt like he owed the shorter, slightly less baby-filled man the chance to have some fun inside of him. 

He knew they were working on borrowed time now, but Marcus still moved slowly as he attempted to get himself into the same position Gavin had taken him in. As he fumbled around atop the wet bed, he quickly realized he wasn't going to be able to… His belly was so big, his arms and legs weren't long enough to keep it from pressing too hard and deep into the mattress.

"Houston, we have a problem…" he grumbled as he continued to fumble. 

"What's wrong?" Gavin asked as he approached from behind and started stroking his friend's giant ass. 

"In keeping with today's theme, once again, I'm too damn big!" Marcus groaned. "I'm a goddamn elephant!" He complained as he tried and failed to push himself high enough using the tips of his fingers. 

"You're not an elephant, you're a big, strong, super sexy, pregnant bull!"

 "Yeah, a bull elephant!"

"Still sexy…"

 "Thanks, I guess?" Marcus grunted back as he sat back on his heels, his mountainous ass grazing the front of Gavin's belly as it came to rest on the bed. "So how are we supposed to do this?" He asked with a frown. "There's no way I'm getting on my back!" He vehemently shook his head. 

"No," Gavin agreed. "That wouldn't work for either of us."

 "So what will?"

 "Don't worry, it's easy…"

"Almost nothing today's been easy," his triplet-loaded friend groused. 

"Well this will be, I promise."

 "You and your promises…"

 Gavin chuckled. "All you need to do is scoot forward on your knees some, then lean forward as much as you can and then reach out and brace yourself on the headboard," he instructed. "Then, I'll have all the access I need!" He said as he reached out and massaged Marcus' massive, meaty rear. "Think you can manage?"

 Marcus nodded as he started inching forward, the underside of his belly dragging across the mattress as his thighs repeatedly bumped it. "But I don't know how long I'll be able to keep myself supported?"

 "Even with all those big muscles?" Gavin teased. 

"Yes, even with all these big muscles!" He replied as he stopped moving forward, then leaned forward and did as instructed, grabbing the top of the headboard with both hands. 

Marcus groaned as his belly pulled his back into a painfully deep arch. The lower front of it still pushed heavily against the mattress, but thankfully, to a more manageable degree. The deep arch his back took pushed his ass up and out even more, causing Colton to grunt as he watched the bigger man struggle. He grunted again in appreciation as Marcus rocked his hips a bit, gradually spreading his legs, revealing his giant bull balls and surprisingly tiny hole, which was the only thing small about him. 

"Is this… good enough?" He grunted out. "It better be, 'cause it's… all I can manage."

"It's perfect," Gavin replied as he stared at the first ass he'd ever have the pleasure of fucking. 

He'd always been a bottom and till he met Marcus, had never wanted to top, not even once, but as soon as he'd laid eyes on the giant, "straight" bull of a man, he'd had a change of heart. Even back when he'd been coming up with his plan, Gavin hadn't actually thought he'd get the chance, but here it was, right in front of him… 

"I should probably warn you…" he said as he slowly and awkwardly got back onto the bed behind Marcus. 

"Oh God…" his special friend groaned. "What now?!"

"Calm down…" he chuckled. 

"Calm down?!" Marcus scoffed. "I'm about to take my first AND ONLY cock!" 

"And you're not excited..?"

 "No! Not really…"

 Gavin giggled. "That's good."

 "Why is that good?!"

 "Because…" he continued. "What I was going to warn you about is that since this is my first time too, I probably won't be as good as you were."

 Marcus chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry… I've got nothing to compare it to and never will, which will make you my best, even if only by default."

"Thanks, I guess?" Gavin mockingly repeated as he reached out beyond his own belly and slapped Marcus' ass really hard in payback, not only for the lack-luster "compliment," but for all the times Marcus had done the same to him. "Maybe next time, I can be the one to put a baby in…"

"Oh, no!" The more muscled and pregnant man cut him off. "Like I said, this is the only time this is EVER gonna happen!"

 "Right, right…"

 "I'm serious, Gavin!" Marcus huffed. "If I find out anyone ever finds out about this, I…"

 "No one, will, big guy," Gavin cut him off as he slid his belly atop his ass, causing both of them to shudder slightly at the sensation. "I know you're serious."

 "I am!" 

"Is that the only thing you're serious about?" He asked. 

"Whaddaya mean?"

 "I mean…" Gavin paused. "Are we really gonna do what you just did to me again when we don't have these bellies as our reason?" He asked as the head of his dick poked between Marcus' enormous cheeks, causing him to shudder again. 

"You tell me… Do you seriously want my big babies inside you?" 

"I don't want big ones… I want huge! As many as you can or want to put in me!"

 "Well then, yeah," Marcus nodded as he looked back over his shoulder. "I'm gonna do what I did to you again, but bellies will be the reason. Yours, at least! Now are you gonna fuck me, or not?" He asked as he pushed his ass back. 

"Oh, fuuuuuck…" Gavin moaned, closing his eyes as almost the entire length of his dick was taken between Marcus' cheeks without its tip finding its mark. "Oh, fuck!" He said again as his eyes shot open. 

"What's wrong?"

 "You're not prepped!" 

Marcus grunted. "Truer words have never been spoken… I am not ready for this!" He admitted with a nervous laugh.

"Right! You got me… more loosened up, but…"

 "I'll be fine, Gavin. I'm a big, strong, sexy, pregnant bull, remember..?"

 "Bull elephant!" The twin-filled man teased. "I remember, but seriously… You…"

 "I'll be fine," Marcus repeated, sounding surprisingly certain despite the fact he now had a dick between his ass cheeks, poking at his hole. 

He still wasn't certain, but then again, he was… I want this! He silently told himself, not that he needed much convincing… I need this! I need Gavin to fuck me so my water can break too! That and, uh… maybe I am a little curious to know what it feels like? He finally allowed himself to admit.

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Gavin asked, almost hating himself for doing so. He didn't want Marcus to change his mind, but as he'd said, he did want him to enjoy their first (and only) time as much as he could. "I have lube… I can grab it if you…"

"Gavin… If I have to tell you again, then…"

 "OK, OK!" The twin-filled man relented. After all, he couldn't say he hadn't double/triple checked… "Here we go!" He said as he reached down and around his pregnancy and took as good a grip as he could on Marcus' massive ass, spread his cheeks and hoped he got his aim right. 

As he slowly but firmly sank himself in till his crotch applied slight pressure against Marcus' muscular globes, Gavin's bedroom fell completely silent… A moment later, once both men registered what he'd just done, it suddenly erupted in a cacophony of moans, groans and grunts, all of which thankfully, sounded quite pleasurable… 

Even though this was the first time Marcus found himself on the "receiving end," the fact he was now in the early stages of labor allowed him to easily take Gavin. Doing so didn't hurt as much as he'd anticipated, but taking a dick up the ass remained a foreign concept to him, so he groaned/moaned as he was filled. If ever Marcus realized something could "hurt so good," it was at this moment, as indicated by the noises he continued to make without even meaning to. 

As much as his "straight" brain wanted to deny it, Marcus was already enjoying things… Back behind and now inside of him, Gavin broke out into a huge grin as he listened to the first man he'd ever penetrated lustfully moan and groan. After giving his special, triplet-filled friend a few more seconds to adjust, the twin-filled man pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the now throbbing and leaking tip of his dick inside before pushing all the way back in and then promptly pulling out again, repeating the motion as quickly as his fecund body allowed.

Even though he was experiencing another painful contraction, Gavin couldn't believe how lucky he was. Today, all his wildest dreams had come true, leading to his dream of becoming a father becoming a reality as well. 

Soon, Marcus went from moaning and groaning to panting. The size and depth of his cheeks kept Gavin's thrusts somewhat shallow, but they were powerful enough to make the bigger man see stars. Gavin had been with some noisy partners, but Marcus was the loudest by far. He didn't know if this was from excitement, pleasure or pain, but whatever the reason, he loved it. He especially loved being at least part of the cause…

A few minutes into their romp, Gavin joined in on the noise making. "Unnnnnnngh…" he groaned. "Fuuuuuuck!"

 "Don't… stop!" Marcus huffed out. 

"I don't… want to, but all this… action is making me progress! I can feel the, uuuugh!" He groaned again. "Babies getting… lower. Quickly!"

Marcus replied with a deep, animalistic groan. Even though he had a dick inside him, the "straight" man was once again rock hard as he was fucked and labored, finally almost ready to give birth to his massive nieces and/or nephews. 

"Don't… stop!" He begged like one of the many women he'd fucked. "It's… helping!" He grunted as another contraction hit him. 

Gavin grunted too as Marcus tightened around his dick. He didn't want to be but already, he was on the verge of cumming as his belly contracted too. He willed himself to keep pounding Marcus' ass, to fuck through the pain and not blow yet. 

Even though he was the one who was supposed to be "in control" at the moment, Gavin noted that his friend's hole was clenching tighter each time he worked himself in and out of it. Having never been inside another man before, he didn't know if Marcus' grip was "normal," but it sure felt strong, much like the rest of him… But then all of a sudden, the bigger man's usual "exit" went from super tight to super loose, allowing Gavin to freely wiggle around inside and aim himself in different directions, causing both of them to moan loudly. 

That was all either of them could do. Both guys had lost their ability to speak as they fought to focus on the pleasure they were experiencing, rather than their long, increasingly intense contractions. Even though Gavin was in no condition to give Marcus his all, the bed still creaked beneath them as he pounded away to the best of his ability. 

"Oooh, fuck! I-I'm close!" Marcus panted. "I c-can't reach m-my cock, but I can f-f-feel it, unnnnnngh!!!" He groaned out, right before his massive member starter shooting out buckets of cum like a geyser, even after having released a ridiculous amount deep up inside Gavin. 

Half a second later, the laboring, twin-filled man released again, this time inside Marcus. His orgasm triggered the strongest contraction he'd had so far and suddenly, everything was happening so fast… 

Gavin realized his first baby was now very much in position to be born, its head pressing hard between his hips, the crown against his hole. Still being skewered by his new, special friend's dick, Marcus was also dealing with another very painful contraction… Now that all the sexual tension between them had been released, he was ready as he'd ever be for what came next: getting these three, huge babies out of him. 

Those three, huge babies were now moving around a lot, not only more than they had all (eventful) day, but more than they had since they'd had (slightly) more room. Quickly, Marcus got lost in his thoughts/worries/fears, and all but forgot about his excitement. As soon as Gavin withdrew, as fast as he could, he plopped heavily down onto the soaked bed on his right side and groaned loudly in discomfort, but Gavin wasn't about to let him take the "noise making" cake…

"Oooh, fuck! It's time!" He shouted as he repeatedly rocked from side to side on his back, which he'd collapsed onto after pulling. Out. "They're coming, now!" He shouted again as he finally made it onto his back. 

Currently facing the other direction, Marcus let out a low, nervous laugh. "W-what're you talking about?! You've got…"

 He abruptly stopped speaking when his stomach gave an audible gurgle and he felt like he really had to fart… He almost gave into temptation, but then all the noise Gavin was making and the rocking he was doing caused him to refocus his attention.

Seemingly in the blink of an eye, the pain the older man was experiencing became unbearable… Gavin couldn't think clearly as his breathing became heavier and he clutched at the lower sides of his huge belly. Instinctively, he took his hands from the mound and worked them under his knees, raising his legs as he felt his soon-to-be firstborn's head start working its way deeper into his birth canal. 

"Oooh, God, Marcus!" Gavin wailed. "I need to puuuuuuuuush!!!" 

"No!" Marcus yelled back. "You can't! Not… yet!" He grunted as he started rocking his massive, heaving body back and forth as he attempted to also get onto his back. "We need to…" he gasped. "Get to… the… hospital! We need to… call someone! Where's your…"

He stopped talking and clamped his mouth shut as the urgent need to fart again hit and this time, he wasn't able to ignore it. Knowing he was in labor and after his first ever fuck, that his hole was presently far looser than it usually was, Marcus gave a light, tentative push. Despite his cautious "lack of effort," the results were immediate and he groaned again as a rush of "water" gushed from his ass and he felt his first niece or nephew descend that much lower into his own birth canal. 

Gavin couldn't help but shriek, and then quickly burst into laughter, as his left side (mostly his belly because, duh!) was soaked with warm, slightly sticky amniotic fluid. Marcus, on the other hand, didn't react so well to his water breaking, even though he'd been wanting/needing it to this whole time… 

"No, no, no…" he moaned and shook his head as he finally ended up on his back, "water" continuing to spurt from his massive rear. "This isn't happening!" He shouted, then grunted as the first baby to be born descended even more. "We can't… both be…"

 "We arrrrrrre!!!" Gavin shrieked, his higher voice at least two and half octaves higher as his first baby already started to crown. 

"Not here!" Marcus yelled. 

"Yes, here!" 

After such a long wait, all five of the babies seemed to suddenly be in a rush to make their entrances, leaving their dad's/carrier's at the mercy of their suddenly incessant contractions and their urgent need to push.

"Oh, Goddddd!" Marcus groaned. "I-I c-can't do…"

 "Yes, you can!" Gavin cut him off through gritted teeth as he gave his first push. "We've been… waiting for, unnnnnnngh!!! This!"

 "I k-know!" His still triplet-filled friend huffed back. "But…"

 "Just remember, oooh, fuuuuuuuuck!" Gavin moaned. "As soon as I… nnnnnnnngh!!! Get THESE babies out, m-my womb is… all yoooooooooours!!!" He roared as he pushed with everything he had, getting his first child's head out of him at an impressively rapid rate. "Ahh, there…" he sighed once he had. "That wasn't… too hard!" 

Marcus groaned again, this time in lust and admiration. "Damn… You're good at… havin' babies…" he said as he gave his first push. 

"You seem to… be… too!" 

"T-t-thaaaaaaanks!" He stutteringly bellowed as he got his sister's first baby's head out. "Oooh…" he moaned. 

"It's a good pain, huh?" Gavin asked with a quiet, tired laugh. 

Marcus nodded. "Yeah…"

"I knew you'd like it!"

 He scoffed but also laughed as he felt another contraction starting to build. "Like it?! Who do you, nnnngh… Think you're… talkin' to?!"

 "Uh huh…" Gavin grunted out as he experienced the same sensation. 

"I fuckin'... HATE IT!!!" Marcus shouted back as his body instinctively told him to push again. "So you better have been… damn, mmmmmmmmmnnnh… serious about… me knockin' you up!" He huffed. "'Cause after all you've… put me through… today, I, unnnnngh!!! Promise you, I'm gonna MAKE SURE you get… EVEN BIGGER with MY babies!!!" He promised as he finished getting "his" first baby's shoulder out. 

"A promise… is a… promise, but it… goes both… ways…" Gavin said as he turned and looked at him, face now bright pink and dripping with sweat. With nearly half his firstborn hanging out of him, his hole was on absolute fire… "So you…" he panted as he waited for the next contraction to come so he could finish expelling the first twin. "Better mean it was when you… say you wanna have… kids with me!" He nodded. "'Cause I'll… I'll give you as… many as you want!" He nodded some more as he started pushing again. 

"Yeah…" Marcus nodded back. "I… meant it. And I… I owe you…"

"You owe me?!" Gavin laughed as he angled his upper body towards his special friend as much as he could. 

"Your… methods, were odd to say the least, but hey!" He chuckled. "I'm definitely in labor now, so… mission accomplished! Well…" he groaned as he felt the need to push again. "Not quite, but… getting closer!"

"Look at me, Marcus…" Gavin said as with a grunt, he reached across himself and grabbed Marcus' furthest shoulder. 

"Yeah..?" The (mostly still) triplet-filled man replied, sweaty brows raising. 

"You don't owe me…" Gavin shook his head. 

"No..?"

 "No…" he shook it some more. "That's what friends are for!" He switched to nodding. "I helped you, and you, oooooooooh, fuuuuuuuuck!" He moaned. "This kid is…" he paused to huff and puff. "Tryin' to… tear me apart!" He groaned. 

"They better… fuckin' NOT tear… you!" Marcus scoffed as he readied to bear down again. "Me and my… babies, need your ass in… tip-top, nnnnngh!!! Shape, when you…"

"Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!!!" Gavin suddenly screamed as his first baby rocketed the rest of the way out of him, followed by another rush of amniotic fluid. "Ohmy… God!!!" He panted. 

"Shit!" Marcus exclaimed as he hunched forward over his still much bigger belly to take a better look. "You just… You…"

 "Had… a… baby…" Gavin tiredly nodded. 

"Well I'm…" Marcus grunted as he tucked his chin to his chest and pushed. "Right behind… you!"

As he continued to push, Gavin gingerly moved. He was exhausted, but doing so was easier now that he'd expelled one of his big sons. He leaned forward over his half deflated belly and carefully picked his son up, leaving the cord attached since he didn't have anything nearby to cut it. 

"Oh, wow…" he said quietly as he held his son in his arms for the first time. "He's so big!"

 "Gaaaahhh!!!" Marcus roared as the rest of the first triplet exited him and he collapsed back against the headboard. "Mine's… bigger!"

 Gavin looked between his now only twice as pregnant friend's legs and nodded and laughed. "Yeah, he is!"

"A boy?" Marcus asked. 

"A boy."

 "I gotta… We gotta call for… help, Gavin. Our phones…"

 "Where are they?"

 "I dunno… What're we…"

 "Oh!" Gavin laughed as he turned to the right. "Duh! I forgot all about this 'cause I never use it anymore!"

 "Forgot about… what?"

 "My house phone!" Gavin replied as he easily reached for it after adjusting his hold on his son. 

"It was there… all this time?"

 "Yeah, sorry…" he chuckled as he dialed 9-1-1.

After quickly explaining the situation to the operator, he hung up and turned to look at Marcus who was gingerly rubbing his still massive belly. 

"How're you feeling?" He asked. 

"Exhausted!" Marcus exhaled. "And I have two more to go!" He groaned. 

"At least we'll have help for the next ones," Gavin replied as he looked down between his legs. "Ugh, my poor bed…"

 "I'll get you a new one."

 "Only if you break it in with me…"

 "Oh, of course!" Marcus smirked and nodded. "That's what friends are for!" 

The End

[martcob]

Hard Hat, Full Belly

Part 1 - Greg’s Big Day on Site

Greg’s trailer office smelled like dust, sweat, and printer toner — and now, the sharp musk of his own desperation. The damn A/C was busted again, so the room was thick with heat and the sour-sweet scent of a daddy way too pregnant to still be workin’. His tight belly pulsed, rock-hard under his shirt, pushing the hem up and making his whole middle glisten with sweat.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, bracing himself on the edge of the desk. “This kid better be union-certified by now with the way they’re jackhammerin’ my insides.”

Another contraction rolled in — a deep, brutal one that made his thighs twitch and his ass clench involuntarily. He threw his head back with a strangled groan, thick neck flexing. “Hnnngh—fuck, not again—oh fuck, I think that one stretched my hole.”

He couldn’t sit still anymore. Greg stood up, one hand on his back, the other cradling the underside of his swollen belly like it was made of dynamite. And it was — hot, tight, trembling, and so full he could feel pressure building low and mean.

His balls ached. His cock throbbed. And somehow, he was leaking — not just from his chest, but down below too. A sticky trickle soaked into the seam of his jeans, mixing with sweat and arousal until it was hard to tell where the labor pains ended and the need began.

He waddled to the mirror bolted to the trailer wall, staring at his reflection. A scruffy, rugged mess. Calloused hands. Sun-worn skin. Belly so round it looked obscene. “Christ,” he whispered. “Look at you, Greg. Some boss you are. Knocked up, needy, and about to cum just from your baby hittin’ the right nerve.”

Then his phone buzzed again.

Rookie: “Outside. You good?”

Greg didn’t even hesitate. He yanked the door open.

Rookie stood there—hard hat crooked, lips parted, cheeks pink like he knew. His eyes went straight to Greg’s belly, then down to where his jeans were soaked and strained.

“Holy shit, Boss,” Rookie murmured. “You’re about to pop.”

Greg’s voice was low, growling. “I’m fuckin’ crowning, kid. And if you don’t wanna mop me off this floor, you better get inside and help me out.”

Rookie dropped everything — hard hat, bag, whatever the hell he had in his hand. Slammed the trailer door shut behind them.

Greg fell back into the chair, legs open wide, breathing hard. “Get on your knees. Help Daddy ride this out.”

Rookie knelt, reverent, shaking a little as he slid Greg’s jeans down. The smell hit him—raw, earthy, leaking. Greg was open. His entrance flexed with every contraction, bulging, needy, twitching with pressure.

“You see that?” Greg growled, gripping his own belly as it contracted again. “That’s your fuckin’ baby coming outta me. Now don’t just stare, Rookie. Earn your fuckin’ promotion.”

The younger man leaned in, hands trembling as he braced Greg’s hips. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. “Whatever you need.”

The pressure built. Greg panted, sweat dripping off his beard, belly convulsing with each push. “Oh fuck—oh god—I’m gonna cum if I push again!”

Rookie’s hands clutched him tighter. “Then do it. Let go, Boss. Fuckin’ let it all out.”

Greg let out a roar—half pain, half climax—as he bore down hard, everything in him seizing at once. His water broke like a dam, soaking them both. And in the middle of it, he did cum—hard, feral, grunting like an animal as his baby slid lower, lower, lower—

“Goddamn,” he sobbed, riding the waves. “That’s it, baby, come out for Daddy. Come out while Daddy blows his load.”

Part 2 - The Crowning

Greg’s legs were spread wide, braced on the arms of his chair. His jeans were somewhere across the trailer. His belly was heaving—slick, flushed, visibly tightening with each gut-punch contraction that left him gasping and growling.

Rookie knelt between those thick, trembling thighs, stunned by the sight in front of him.

“Boss…” he breathed, reverent. “You’re so fucking… open.”

Greg gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his beard onto his chest. “Yeah? You gonna just sit there and narrate or get this fuckin’ thing outta me?”

The pressure was nuclear. Blinding. His belly clenched again, and he roared, grabbing his knees and pushing with all the strength that thirty years of construction had built into his core.

And then—“FUCK!”

A wet, obscene pop filled the room.

“Holy shit,” Rookie whispered. “The head’s right there.”

Greg growled, eyes rolling back. “I fuckin’ know, rookie! I feel every inch of this bastard splitting me open!”

Rookie couldn’t stop staring — at the slick ring of skin stretching, at the veins throbbing in Greg’s neck, at the way his cock stayed rock hard through it all. “Boss, I—I didn’t know it’d be this… hot.”

Greg laughed through a groan. “Welcome to the real fuckin’ labor force, kid.”

Another contraction slammed into him. “AH—NGHH—shit! Push—I gotta push again, I can’t stop!”

Rookie's hands moved instinctively, cradling Greg's lower back, supporting his hips as the big man bore down again, snarling like a beast in heat.

“Crownin’,” Greg panted. “Fucking crowning. You see it stretchin’? You see Daddy’s hole getting wrecked?”

Rookie moaned out loud. “Y-Yeah, Boss. You’re stretchin’ so good…”

Greg's face twisted into something halfway between agony and orgasm. His whole body shook as his entrance gave way further, ring of fire burning so good it made him leak pre all over his own belly.

“Tell me,” he growled, eyes glazed. “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me again the second this baby’s out.”

Rookie leaned up, whispering against his lips. “I’m gonna stuff you so full, Boss, you’ll be waddlin’ with twins by lunch break.”

Greg howled—from pain, from lust, from pressure. One more push. One final, shuddering cry—

And then the baby slipped free.

Wet. Warm. Screaming. Rookie caught it with trembling hands, eyes wide. “Boss… you did it.”

Greg collapsed back, chest heaving, soaked in sweat and afterglow. His hole still twitched, gaping, slick, messy.

And his cock? Still hard.

“You got a towel?” Greg rasped, voice hoarse. “Or are you gonna fuck me through the afterbirth like a real man?”

Rookie looked up, flushed, breathless.

“…I left the towel in the truck.”

Greg smirked, dark and devilish.

“Good. Then shut the door.”

Part 3 - Paternity Leave? Never Heard of Her

The sun was just starting to rise over the job site.

Inside the trailer, it smelled like sweat, sex, and the sharp tang of something far more primal — that deep, instinctive scent of afterbirth and breeding and claiming. Greg lay half-naked on the couch, belly soft, his sweat-streaked shirt shoved up over his chest.

One arm cradled his newborn on his chest ��� wrapped in Greg’s safety vest, already fussing like a foreman in training.

The other arm?

Gripping the edge of the couch cushion so hard his knuckles went white.

“F-Fuck, Rookie…!” Greg groaned, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You’re still going?”

Rookie didn’t answer — just grunted, hips snapping forward, cock buried to the hilt in Greg’s still-leaking hole.

The kid had been insatiable since the birth. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the way Greg’s body hadn’t even tried to close up. Hell, maybe it was the sight of his boss, belly deflated, legs spread, still dripping, still open.

“Can’t stop,” Rookie gasped against Greg’s neck. “You’re still so warm… so fuckin’ wet… your hole’s sucking me back in every time—fuck—like it wants another baby.”

Greg moaned, low and feral. “It does, you dumb fuck. You knocked up the site manager, you think he stays empty for long?”

Rookie’s rhythm faltered—just for a second—then slammed back in harder.

Greg’s head lolled back with a growl. “That’s right. Breed me. Don’t let this hole close up—pump me full while I’m still fuckin’ gaping.

The infant let out a soft coo, totally unfazed by the raw, desperate fucking happening inches away.

Greg looked down at him. “Don’t worry, kid. You won’t be an only child for long.”

Rookie bit his lip. “You sure? You just gave birth hours ago…”

Greg grinned through the sweat and the stretch and the deep ache of being split wide and bred again.

“Listen, Rookie,” he panted. “I’m a construction daddy. I don’t take breaks. I take loads.”

One more thrust, and Rookie finally spilled — deep, messy, warm enough that Greg felt it flood him, fill him, push against the rim of his already-raw hole.

They both froze, panting. Greg’s cock twitched — and fuck it, he came again, shooting across his own chest.

“Jesus Christ,” Rookie groaned. “We need a mop.”

Greg chuckled, stroking Rookie’s back, still deep inside him.

“No, kid,” he said. “We need a crib.”

[martcob]

Late Bloomer

Chris wasn’t supposed to get knocked up from a back rub.

But here he was, shirt halfway up his chest, soft gray sweats riding low, and his belly so huge and tight he could barely reach the laptop resting on his thighs. One hand rubbed a soothing circle just under his navel; the other held his phone, camera flipped, recording a cheeky little bumpdate for his OnlyFriends.

“Thirty-eight weeks today,” he grinned, breathy and flushed. “And yeah—I still don’t know how I’m gonna push this thing out.”

He laughed, but then he moaned. Not on purpose. The baby shifted deep, heavy, low, and his whole belly tensed like it was about to pop.

Chris sucked in a breath. “Fuuuck, that was a strong one.”

It was all Mateo’s fault. That sweet bastard had been massaging Chris’s back after yoga class, just two fingers tracing little circles at the base of his spine—and the next thing Chris remembered was waking up in Mateo’s bed three hours later, legs sore, belly already feeling weirdly full.

“That’s how it starts,” Mateo had said, smug as hell, pulling on a hoodie with a frat logo. “Heat trigger. You’re fertile when you’re relaxed. Everyone knows that.”

“You knew that,” Chris had grumbled, already too distracted by the way his belly was starting to round out. “You could’ve warned me!”

“You looked too cute to stop.”

Now, weeks later, Chris looked downright radiant—and massive.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, grabbing the underside of his bump with both hands. His sweatpants had a wet patch blooming near the waistband. “Oh no. Oh fuck. I think my water just broke. On camera.”

He fumbled for the laptop, laughing and panting at the same time. “Guys, I was just trying to do a chill lil update but this kid’s like, nope, we’re coming out right now.”

Chris hissed and leaned back, sweat slicking his chest. “If you’re watching this, Mateo—this is your fault, and you better bring snacks to the hospital.”

He paused, blushed, and added with a wink: “And a towel. Like, a big one.”

He let out a breathless laugh, loving every second of it—even the soaked sweats, even the way his belly tightened again like it was already starting. “God, this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He arched into the next contraction, biting his lip. “Guess I really am a late bloomer, huh?”

[martcob]

Noah's urethral birth

A/N: It's a mpreg birth story with long labor. As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

In this realm, Kunki has great influence and is highly respected by society because of that. He is a cold and sharp man. He was roaming around the streets alone when he saw a guy being dragged out of the hospital and thrown on the streets by the guards. He was full-term pregnant. He just lowered his head, and sat leaning back in the alley. Kunki approaches him.

“What’s your name?” Kunki’s voice cold.

He noticed Kunki’s presence and stared with his glazed eye, covering his pregnant belly.

“..It’s Noah. Master…please, can you give me some money? I really need some.” He glances towards the hospital.

Kunki observes him up and down, "I'll give you money, if you come with me."

Noah hesitates, glancing nervously between his stern face and his swollen belly. "With all due respect, Master, I... I don't go with strangers." His voice trembles slightly, defensive hands cradling his midsection protectively.

"Are you rejecting me now?" Kunki ask. He’s voice ice cold.

Noah freezes, eyes wide. "No, no! I'm not rejecting you. I just... I don't sell my body, Master. I'm a man. I have pride. Plus," He swallows hard, lowering his voice, "I'm heavily pregnant”

"Who said I want your body? You look ready to pop. I'll deliver your baby, that's it," Kunki says blankly.

Noah stares at him, shock written all over his face. "You... You're serious?" He laughs softly, disbelieving.

"Are you coming with me? Or do you wanna pop in the middle of the street?" Kunki’s voice eerily cold.

Noah closes his eyes briefly, knowing he has no choice. "Fine. Anything's better than giving birth in an alley." He pushes up from his seat with some difficulty. "Lead the way, Master..”

Kunki takes a glance at his belly and starts moving.

Noah follows slowly, waddling slightly. His belly is so distended that it seems like the baby could spill out at any moment. He breathes heavily, hand resting on his lower back. "How far is it?”

"Keep walking.”

Noah follows obediently, but his breath grows more labored with each step. "You know, most people don't offer to help without wanting something in return." He pants slightly, wiping sweat from his brow. "What's your game, Sir?”

"I just want to witness your delivery" Kunki says blankly.

Noah stops abruptly, turning to face him with wide eyes. "You... You just want to watch me give birth? Like some kind of... medical curiosity?" He sounds both offended and confused. His hand instinctively moves to protect his belly. "You are really messed up.”

Kunki gives him a stern look, "How am I supposed to help you give birth if I'm not watching it?”

Noah scoffs, shaking his head as he continues to walk slowly beside him. "Right, because that makes perfect sense. You want a front-row seat to a pregnant man’s most vulnerable moment." His tone drips with sarcasm. "Tell me, does witnessing a birth get you off?”

Kunki ignores him and tells him to get inside. They reach his private space, a secluded place with no one around. There are large walls but no ceiling. They get inside, and Kunki locks the gate.

Noah enters slowly, wincing slightly. The baby presses heavily on his lower back. "Damn, this place is huge." He looks around, eyes widening when he sees the open ceiling. "No walls?"

"It’s my personal space. Nobody knows about it. You are the first guest" Kunki says as he unroll a soft mattress on the floor that one can lie or sit.

Noah watches carefully, his expression thoughtful. "You're not what I expected." He mutters softly. "Most would throw me on the ground and have their way. You... You spread out a mattress like you're preparing a bed.”

"Are you thinking of birthing on the floor then" Kunki says nonchalantly, his voice cold and calm.

Noah glances at the floor, then back to the mattress, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "Guess not." With a groan, he lowers himself onto the mattress, immediately looking more comfortable. "Happy now, Master? The pregnant man is properly situated for your viewing pleasure.”

Kunki looks at his gravid belly. His gaze unreadable, "It looks ready to pop.”

"It is. Too ready, really. The doctors refused to help when they found out I couldn't pay." He strokes his belly absently. "I'm actually surprised I'm still walking. Could go into labor any minute now." His voice shakes slightly, betraying his fear of what's to come.

"Hmm. I can see" Kunki goes to an almirah and rummages for something. "Take off your clothes.”

"W-What?" Noah stutters, eyes widening. "You can't be serious. I'm not going to give birth... Naked." He swallows hard, his heart racing. "Please, just let me keep my clothes on. It's cold.”

Kunki looks at him coldly, "It’s not cold. The sun is very bright in the sky. And you need to be naked to give birth. Be logical."

Noah hesitates, looking up at the bright sky visible through the open ceiling. "Fine," he mutters, his voice barely audible. He starts to undress slowly, wincing with each movement as his belly makes simple tasks more difficult. "Happy now?”

Kunki looks at him, his belly gravid, being full term. He looks at his puffy manhood. "Your type give birth through dick, right?”

"Yes," Noah hisses through gritted teeth as he looks down at his swollen belly hiding his manhood completely. "..It swells during pregnancy to accommodate the baby's head.”

“Hmm..”

Noah raises an eyebrow, his breath hitching slightly as he shifts on the mattress. "Then you know I can't just push it out like a female. It's going to be... messy." He looks down at his belly, his voice softening. "And painful.”

"Brace yourself if you know that much" Kunki says coldly as he starts preparing for other stuffs.

Noah watches him move around, preparing things he can't see from his position on the mattress. "You're really going to make me do this, aren't you? Give birth like an animal in the dirt." He swallows hard.

"This is the cleanest you could ever afford.”

Noah flinches at his cold words, his lower lip trembling slightly. "I suppose you're right," he murmurs, looking down at his naked, vulnerable body. "At least I won't be lying in my own filth when the contractions start." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"How are you feeling?” Kunki asks as he puts some towels nearby.

"My back hurts. My legs are swollen. And... and I feel pressure down there." Noah shifts uncomfortably, his hands instinctively moving to his belly as if to protect the baby inside. "The doctors said first labors are usually long and painful." His voice cracks slightly on the last word.

"It is.." Kunki starts making fire in a distance, to boil water.

Noah watches as he moves around, his eyes following Kunki’s every action. He shifts again, wincing at a sudden twinge in his belly.

As the fire grows and the water begins to heat, Noah's breathing starts to change. He inhales sharply through his nose, his chest rising and falling rapidly as a contraction hits him. "Aaahh..." He lets out a soft, pained cry, his fingers digging into his belly.

Kunki kneels in front of him, "How’s the condition?"

Noah doubles over, clutching his belly with both hands. "It hurts..." He gasps out, his face contorting in pain. "The baby's moving differently. I can feel it kicking harder, lower..." He trails off, another wave of pain hitting him.

"Hmm. It's starting. Bear with it”

He laughs bitterly, his eyes squeezing shut as another contraction comes. "Easy for you to say," He grits his teeth. "You're not the one with something the size of a watermelon trying to squeeze out of your dick." He hisses out a breath, his body going rigid with pain.

"Save your energy.” Kunki says coldly.

Noah’s inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth between contractions. As the minutes tick by, the pain becomes more intense, stealing his breath and making him feel lightheaded. "It's getting worse...”

Kunki put his hand over his pregnant belly.

Noah's belly is rock hard and taut under his touch, the muscles contracting powerfully. "Ahh, fuck! Don't touch me there!" He cries out, his hips bucking reflexively away from his hand. But then he collapses back onto the mattress, exhausted and sweating.

Kunki starts pressing around on his bump softly.

Noah lets out a strangled noise as he presses on his belly, the sensation overwhelmingly painful. He lays there panting, his eyes closed tightly.

Kunki press around on his belly to feel the baby’s position.

"Mmmph..." He whimpers softly as his hands move over his distended belly, feeling the movements of the baby beneath his skin. "It's moving around..." he manages to say between heavy breaths. "The doctor said it was engaged last week.”

"Hmm. It's head down, in good position.”

"Really?" Noah opens his eyes and looks at him for a moment before another contraction hits. "Fuck..." His voice breaks as the pain washes over him. "How do you know so much about..." He trails off, another contraction stealing his words.

"I just know." Kunki starts slapping softly the sides of his belly, around his baby, so the baby keeps in the straight position.

Noah lets out a startled yelp as his hand slaps his belly, the sudden movement causing the baby to shift slightly. But it seems to work, as the next contraction feels like the baby is pressing down more firmly against his cervix. "Ahh! That actually helped..." He pants, surprised.

"Hmm.." Kunki stops and heads toward the fire.

The pain is really getting intense now. "I feel like it's getting worse... Aaahh!" Another contraction hits, and Noah curls in on himself. "Ahhnnn..." he moans loudly, clutching at his swollen belly as the contraction peaks. "Fuck fuck fuck..." He pants rapidly, trying desperately to ride out the pain. Suddenly, he feels a strange, urgent pressure bearing down on his dick. "Wait, wait...”

Kunki was preparing towel and hot water, "What happened??”

"I... I think my water just broke..." Noah looks up at him with wide, panicked eyes as he feels a gush of warm fluid between his legs. "And... and something's pushing down there... like the baby is trying to come out already!" He starts to hyperventilate.

Kunki sees the water dripping. "Don't push yet. Let me see.”

"I-I'm not trying to push!" He exclaims, his voice shaking with fear and pain. "It just feels like everything is... moving on its own." He spreads his legs wider, looking down at his distended belly and the clear fluid pooling beneath him. "Hurry, please...”

"Take deep breaths" Kunki positions himself between his legs. "Your manhood has not expanded enough to fit the baby inside it. You have to hold.”

"How much does it need to expand?" Noah asks between deep breaths, only halfway listening as another contraction bears down on him. "God, it burns..." He spreads his legs even wider, giving Kunki a full view of his puffy manhood.

"Expand enough for the baby to drop inside it," Kunki says as he brings a hot towel and massages Noah’s manhood with it. Noah whimpers, feeling his dick starts to tingle and swell slightly under his touch.

"Relax, it's an automated process of birth. It will happen naturally. Give it time," Kunki says as he presses the hot towel over his manhood.

"Ngh... it feels like it's getting bigger..." Noah pants heavily, his manhood starting to engorge. Another contraction hits, and he cries out, feeling the throbbing in his groin synchronizing with the pressure in his belly. "Aahh! It's...”

"Keep breathing," Kunki says as he massages Noah’s lower abdomen.

Heavy panting mingles with painful moans as Noah feels his manhood swelling dramatically. The heat from the towel sends waves of tingling sensation straight to his core. "Ahhhnnn... It feels so weird... like everything's getting so sensitive..." He pants heavily, his manhood now throbbing and fully expanded. "Oh god... I can feel it... the baby is pressing...”

Kunki put away the hot towel from his manhood. "Relax and breath". He can feel Noah’s belly tighten under his hands.

"I'm trying... ngh... trying to breathe!" Noah moans, arching his back slightly as another powerful contraction hits. His fully expanded puffy manhood stands tall and proud, dripping cum, "The baby's dropping... I can feel its head...”

Kunki can see Noah’s groin and manhood’s upper side are getting fuller means the baby's head has reached there. "Keep breathing, it's happening.”

"Aaahh! It's burning so bad... my insides are stretching..." Noah pants heavily, gripping the sheets beneath him. "The head... it's really dropping... nnn..." His fully expanded manhood throbs visibly as the baby's head applies pressure to his perineum.

Kunki wets the towel in hot water and press it softly around his manhood. "I know. Let it happen naturally. Don't push it”

"Nhn... the heat is helping... but it's so painful..." Noah bites his lip, feeling the baby's head dropping into his dick. His manhood continues to leak cum. It’s now dripping onto his belly. "The head... it dropped... ahhhh...”

Kunki can see Noa’s manhood is getting puffier with the baby inside it. "Breath. Keep breathing. Let the baby drop completely inside your manhood first.”

"Fuck... it feels like there's a bowling ball in my manhood..." Noah tries to breathe through the intense pressure and strange sensation of having the baby's head inside his manhood. His fully expanded member continues to leak cum, becoming even larger and more engorged. Kunki keeps rubbing it softly with hot towel.

"Aaahh... that feels nice... but ..." He whimpers, his entire body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. His manhood is now at its maximum size, completely stuffed with the baby's head and upper body.

"Okay okay, try to hold. Hold for now. Your manhood is stuffed completely.” Kunki says calmly despite the tension.

"Mhm... God..." Noah leans back, trying to hold still despite the intense pressure. His fully engorged manhood is throbbing visibly with the baby safely inside. "It's so full... I can feel it moving around in there... nnnggh...”

Kunki touches the top of Noah’s manhood, the hole. It's puffy red but not fully dilate. "Okay, hold for now. Your hole is only 3 cm dilated. Keep breathing”

Noah manages to nod, taking deep breaths as instructed. His puffy, red hole twitches slightly around the baby's head, still not fully dilated. "Three centimeters? Isn't that... slow?" He pants, trying to distract himself from the overwhelming fullness in his manhood.

"it is. It's your first delivery. Obviously things will take time. Bear with it. It's going to be a while.”

Noah sighs, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Right, of course. First time and all..." He takes another shuddering breath, his abs contracting involuntarily around the bulge of his stuffed manhood. "God, is it supposed to feel this full?

Kunki rubs his lower abdomen to relieve some pressure. Noah hisses in relief as he rub his lower abdomen. His manhood remains fully stuffed, the baby's head and upper body taking up all the space inside. His hole is still only 3 cm dilated, slowly stretching around the baby's head.

Kunki wets the towel in hot water again and puts it around his manhood. He keeps massaging his lower abdomen. "Keep breathing”

Noah leans into the comforting touch, breathing deeply as another wave of discomfort passes through him. The hot towel wrapped around his immensely swollen manhood brings some relief, but the baby's presence remains acutely felt. "Breathing... yeah..." He mutters, squirming slightly.

As the next wave of labor hits, Noah's entire body tenses up. His manhood throbs in sync with his distended belly as the muscles there tighten and relax rhythmically. He gasps, clutching at the sheets as he struggles to breathe through the intense sensation.

Kunki touches the head of his manhood, "4 cm. Still too far”

Through gritted teeth, Noah manages to glance down. Seeing the dilation progress to 4 centimeters only makes him whimper in frustration. "Too far... I know..." He pants, his body shaking with another contraction. "It's still so full...”

"Relax and keep breathing. How are you feeling?”

"Ugh... it's... it's intense," Noah manages to say between breaths. "Every contraction feels like the baby is trying to burst out of my manhood. It's so full and tight, and every time I feel a contraction, it’s like the baby is pushing harder against my insides.”

"Hmm. it's normal. Try not to push though. We don't want you to tear apart.”

Noah nods weakly, gripping the sheets tighter as another contraction ripples through him. "Right, right... no pushing." He bites his lip, trying desperately not to bear down despite the urge. "God, if I didn't know better, I'd think my manhood might explode...”

Kunki takes another towel to clean up around Noah. Noah watches him move around, appreciative of his care. The hot water on his manhood feels heavenly amidst the intense pressure and pain. As another contraction hits, he unwittingly lets out a long, low moan. "The baby's moving more... I can feel it kicking inside...” Noah shifts uncomfortably, trying to find a position that alleviates some of the pressure from his enormously swollen manhood. Each tiny movement sends jolts of sensation through him, the baby's vigorous kicks adding to the overwhelming stimulation. "When will it dilate more?”

Kunki puts his fingers inside his manhood's hole. "Six. There's progress. Give it more time.”

Noah gasps as he feels his fingers slip inside his dilated hole, the sudden intrusion making his entire body clench. His manhood throbs around Kunki’s fingers, the walls spasming as another contraction washes over him. "Six... that's... that's a lot, right?”

"Right. But it needs more" Kunki massages his lower abdomen. Noah lets out a shaky breath, his whole body going limp with exhaustion against the bed. "More... I'm so full already..." His manhood aches and pulses with each contraction, the baby's head creating intense pressure against his entrance. "How much bigger does it need to be?”

"Almost 10 cm. It will happen soon. Keep breathing," Kunki brings some water to him. Noah gulps down the water gratefully, his dry throat burning. As he swallows, another contraction hits, and he has to pause, panting through the intense pressure building inside him. "10 cm... That sounds huge... Will it hurt more when it's that big?”

"We have to see." Kunki put away the glass and goes back between his legs, "Seven.”

Noah’s eyes widen as Kunki announces the dilation, his body instinctively trying to push despite his earlier warning. He grips the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Seven... that's almost there..." He lets out a whimper as another contraction hits, his manhood throbbing violently.

"Do not push. Breath through it.”

Noah inhales sharply, trying to follow his instructions as another powerful contraction wracks his body. He can feel the baby's head pressing against his stretched hole, the pain becoming unbearable. He pants, his body trembling. "It's too much...”

Kunki puts a hot towel above Noah’s lower abdomen. And with another, he rubs his manhood. Noah moans softly at the sensation of the hot towel on his lower abdomen and the gentle rubbing of his swollen manhood. The warmth helps to ease some of the tension, but the contractions continue to intensify. "Ahh... that feels... a little better," he admits between ragged breaths. He looks down at his manhood, watching as it pulses and throbs with each contraction. The sight is both mesmerizing and terrifying. "I can feel the baby's head... it's right there..." He lets out a low groan, his body shaking with the effort to not push.

"Yeah, it is.”

Noah nods, his breath coming in short gasps. The contractions are now almost continuous, and he can feel the baby's head pressing firmly against his entrance. Kunki mops some of his sweat from his neck and forehead, "You will soon be fully dilated. Try to relax.”

Noah leans into his touch, finding a small measure of comfort in the cool cloth against his heated skin. His body trembles with the effort to relax, but the relentless contractions make it nearly impossible. "Relax... right..." He lets out a shaky laugh, his voice strained.

As Kunki positions himself between his legs again, Noah's breath catches in his throat. He spreads his thighs wider instinctively, giving him a better view of his stretched and throbbing opening. "Ah..." He bites his lip, trying to stay still despite the intense urge to push.

"Try to relax. It's too tense.”

Noah takes a deep breath and forces his muscles to relax as much as possible, though every fiber of his being wants to push the baby out. "I'm trying... it's just... He whimpers as another contraction hits, making his opening twitch and contract rhythmically. His eyes widen as he feels the constant pressure and pain of the contractions. He can no longer tell where one ends and another begins. "They're... they're non-stop... ahh!" He arches his back, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. His face contorts with pain as he bears down involuntarily, his body pushing against the baby's head despite his attempts to hold back. "I-I can't... I can't stop pushing..." He looks at Kunki with panic-stricken eyes, his voice breaking. "It hurts so much...”

Kunki’s hand above Noah’s manhood hole. "Relax, relax Noah.”

Noah feels his hand hovering above his throbbing opening, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He tries desperately to relax his muscles, but the overwhelming urge to push is too strong. "I-I'm trying... ahh!" His body convulses with another powerful contraction. He grunts softly as the contractions milk his swollen manhood, pre-ejaculate leaking out of the tip. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair damp and stuck to his forehead. He whimpers softly, his lower abdomen hard and taut. He takes shallow breaths. His body is shaking with the effort to relax his muscles. "I-I'm trying... but it feels like my body wants to push so badly..." He looks down at his distended belly, watching it contract rhythmically. His eyes widen as he feels a particularly strong contraction. "Ahhh... I can feel the head... it's right there, right at the entrance..." He lets out a low moan, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "I can't... I can't keep from pushing much longer...”

Kunki inserts two fingers inside his manhood's hole. "Okay, Okay, it's 10 cm". Kunki pulls out the fingers and put away the towels from his lower abdomen and manhood. "I want you to push with next contractions, but not so hard.”

Noah lets out a relieved cry as he hears the words "10 cm." His body, which had been fighting against the urge to push, now has permission to do what it desperately needs. He nods vigorously, his breath coming in short gasps. "Okay... okay... I can push...”

Kunki rubs around his puffy hole and expanded manhood. Noah gasps as he feels his fingers rubbing around his sensitive hole and manhood. The touch is a little too intense for him, his voice cracks as he tries to push gently with the next contraction, his face contorting with the effort. "Aah... it's coming... the head is crowning...”

"Yes. Push!”

With a choked moan, Noah bears down, pushing with all his strength while trying to keep it controlled as instructed. His hole stretches obscenely around the baby's head as it begins to crown. "Oh god... it's... ahh!... it's really coming out!” He throws his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as the baby's head slowly emerges from his manhood's hole. The stretching and burning is unlike anything he's ever felt, his muscles quivering with the effort. He pants heavily, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Push Noah. Keep pushing!”

"I-I'm trying!" Another powerful contraction hits, and with a guttural moan, Noah bears down again. The baby's head finally pops out completely, stretching his opening painfully wide. He immediately feels lighter, but the relief is temporary as another urge hits him. "Oh god...”

"The head is fully out! Take breaths. Take a break and relax.”

Noah collapses back against the mattress, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Tears stream down his face as he stares down at the baby's head protruding from his manhood's hole. He feels exhausted but relieved that the hardest part is over. "It's... it's out...”

Kunki’s hand cupping the baby head to guide it safely. "Breath, breath.”

Noah nods, focusing on his breathing as instructed. His body trembles with exertion and relief, but he knows the process isn't over yet. He takes deep breaths, trying to relax his muscles even as another contraction begins to build. As the next contraction hits, Noah lets out a loud moan. He pushes again, his body shaking with the effort. The baby's shoulders start to emerge, stretching him even wider. Tears of pain and relief mix on his face as he feels.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Keep pushing.”

Noah bites his lip, pushing with all his might as the baby's shoulders fully emerge. He feels like he's being ripped in half, but the knowledge that the baby is almost out keeps him going. "Almost... almost there...”

"Yeah almost there. Keep pushing Noah." Kunki’s hand is guiding the baby out.

With a choked cry, Noah pushes with everything he has left. His body convulses as the baby's hips and legs slide out in one final, agonizing push. As the infant emerges completely, Noah collapses back, his body limp with exhaustion.

"It's out! It's out" Kunki holds the baby in his hands.

Tears of joy and relief flood Noah’s eyes as he hears those words. He looks down, his body shaking with the aftermath of the intense labor. He reaches out a trembling hand to touch his baby.

[martcob]

Exam in, Baby out

Answering this ask that came through my messages from @yaiofanficbombon2022: 

"The class president is in labour (Mpreg). He had a sexual encounter with the popular boy of the school and as a result of this encounter he is pregnant.

His water breaks at home at night, he wants to miss school, but he can't, so he goes to class anyway.

The contractions are intense and constant, and the baby tries to come out, but he refuses to push until the exam is over.

He ends up giving birth in the school bathroom."

I’ve aged them up to a very high school like college because even 18 yo high school students feel too young to me. Hopefully you don’t mind.

This fic contains: mpreg, birth denial, pushing baby back in, clothing birth

“Hey, pres, you all right?” Jason asked, coming to sit next to Max. 

Max grunted, forcing a smile for the man who was rather popular with the other people at their very small church owned college they both attended, and also the father of the child that was currently trying to expel itself from Max’s womb. They’d had a secret encounter in Jason’s dorm room after a particularly intense study session—and well, they hadn’t repeated said occurrences since then, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friendly. “Fine,” Max managed as the contraction that had been wrapping its way around his belly finally eased off. “Just worried about this exam.”

Specifically, he was worried about passing the final exam of his health class while also managing to keep the kid in him, you know, in him. Particularly since his water had broken last night, and he hadn’t gotten a whole bunch of sleep between the increasingly intense contractions. This was his last final of the semester, though, he just had to pass this test, or at least make it through it, and he was home free. So he’d hobbled his way to class from his dorms. It wouldn’t do for the student president to just not show up to an exam.

“You’re the smart one,” Jason said with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Only it doesn’t look like you slept at all.”

“Stayed up all night studying.”

“For health?” Jason asked. “Look man, I know you’re a perfectionist and all that, but no one cares what grade you get in this class. All you gotta do is pass. It’s not worth killing yourself over.”

Max tried to formulate a nonchalant shrug. “Gotta keep that scholarshi—mmmhg.” Another contraction cut him off. He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of the desk and forced all his pain and the screaming desire to push into them instead of downward. Still the contractions were getting insistent. The force of his body pressed the baby’s head against his lips, which began to spread and sting. As soon as the contraction ended, the head slipped back inside, the stinging easing. Still, that wasn’t a good sign. The two hour exam hadn’t even started and the baby was already sitting right behind his lips. 

Jason stared. “Man, you sure you’re good?”

“I’ll survive,” Max said, trying to sound sardonic, though his breathlessness gave him away. Jason didn’t know Max was pregnant. No one did. He’d carried small, and Max was good at hiding his body in shapewear and too big hoodies. If anyone did find out, he’d definitely lose his scholarship, and probably get kicked right out of the school. It had very strict rules about sex outside of marriage, and babies don’t just happen.

Max was saved from further questions from Jason by the professor entering the room and beginning to pass out a massive pile of paper that was the final exam. “You will have one and half hours to do the question and answer portion of the exam,” the professor explained. “Then I will show a video of a live birth. As the university wants you to know how to give birth at home, with prayer and without medical intervention as God intended. You all must know how to give birth. After watching the birth video, you will be required to write a paper discussing what they did correctly and what they could have done better. Understood?”

The class nodded.

“All right then, you may begin. You have an hour and a half.”

Max reached out for the packet, grabbing his pencil and his scantron, eager to go as quickly as possible and get this over with. Two questions in, and his stomach was seizing again. Freed from Jason’s questioning gaze, Max wrapped his hand around his stomach to try and soothe it, feeling it shrink underneath the shapewear he wore. He tried not to push, focusing on breathing deeply and slowly through the pain, but the searing stretch of his nethers continued throughout the contraction nonetheless. 

According to his studies, contractions lasted about 60-90 seconds, so Max counted out the seconds in his head, one hand wrapped tight around his stomach, the other clutching his fragile wooden pencil dangerously tightly.

As soon as the contraction began to ease and the stinging stopped as the baby returned to its place just outside his lips, Max continued with the test. His contractions were coming every two minutes, lasting about a minute. Which means while the rest of his class had an hour and a half to complete the test, he only had an hour. 

The words swum in front of him and he leaned forward to get a better view of the words, curling around his stomach and triggering another contraction. Sitting forward as he was, the hard plastic chair pressed against his lips. Which gave him an idea. Experimentally, he pushed with the urge instead of trying to hold back, grunting softly as he did. The head spread him open, shooting through his stretching lips, and then stopped moving as it struck the chair. Max whined, softly, tapping out of the push early. Except this time, the head didn’t go all the way back in, it stayed at that partial crown, stretching his lips. 

Stealthily, he reached down under his desk and explored the area between his spread legs. A massive bulge of straining jeans was wedged between them, pressed up against the chair.

Max let out a shuddering breath. All right, he thought, as long as I can stay sitting down, we can keep the baby in. And thus the test stretched on, in increments of three minutes, two of answering questions, one of pushing fruitlessly into the hard plastic chair, his wet jeans bagging out with the emerging head. 

Some of the questions were about health, but a lot were about sexual health and reproduction. Labeling the different parts of the birther’s anatomy felt particularly ironic when Max could feel the stretch of so many of them, the diagram a visual reminder of how small everything had been before a baby had been shoved through it.

Another question asked which sex position was most likely to result in successful reproduction, which had him flashback to his room, with Jason leaning over him, his warm chest on Max’s. It brought a blush to his cheeks which led Max to lift his head and glance over at Jason.

Jason had been looking back, his brows wrinkled in concern, but when he caught Max looking, the face changed to a forced smile and a hidden lewd hand symbol. Maybe the test was bringing up memories for him too.

Their moment was broken by another contraction. Max forced his head down, as though he was working on his test, leaning as far forward as he could, his stomach pressing against the bottom of the desk, his crotch against the seat to keep the baby in as his whole body pushed down.

The pain was just letting up when the teacher called for their attention, and put on the birthing video. A woman moaning, crouching, her husband supporting her from behind, praying. Her stomach visibly contracted as Max’s own pain returned. Their contractions had synced up, but while she was naked and pushing freely, he was covered in clothes, unable to push or make progress. Her grunts of effort and cries of pain masked his own moans.

The voice of the camera-person ordered the woman, “Push! Push!”

And having sat at a partial crown for an hour and half, Max couldn’t help but obey, pushing in sync with the woman on screen. He leaned back instinctively, lost in the grasp of instinct. He and the woman pushed, and pushed. The babys’ heads emerged slowly, fighting to stretch out the body and, in Max’s case, force the jeans out of the way.

The woman screamed as her head reached a full crown, losing her crouch and falling backwards, caught by her husband. Max’s own softer exhalation, as his own crown, freed from the confines of the chair, reached its own crown.

The next few pushes were unfruitful. The baby’s head bobbed in the woman’s crotch as Max’s own baby fought against his tight jean crotch and lost. He wasn’t trying to hold back anymore, wasn’t thinking consciously, only knew he needed to push.

Then the head on screen gushed out, followed by the rest of the body in rapid succession, but Max’s was still stuck, no matter how he pushed and grunted. The screen went black. 

“You have twenty minutes to write your essays.”

Max panted, realizing his situation. His hand explored downward, gasping at how large the bulge was, his legs spread apart, his lips screaming in pain, stretched to their fullest, his whole body soaked in sweat.

He could not write, could not focus on writing, but he had to. So, ever so slowly he leaned forward. The head of the baby caught on the chair, then began to be shoved up inside him once more. Max shoved his pencil in his mouth, biting down hard to hold back the scream that threatened to bubble in his throat at the pure agony. 

Another, harsher contraction came, but he weathered it, biting his pencil and pressing himself down against the chair. It faded, and he tried to write. The next contraction was just as bad. His weakened pencil snapped his hand. He whimpered as the head began to emerge once more, stretching him little by little. 

It didn’t seem like he had two minutes of leeway anymore, no matter what their professor had taught. The contractions didn’t seem to end. It hurt so much. He was so sweaty, so confined. The baby was coming out again. He didn’t have the energy to push it against the chair. It was stretching his lips, so wide.

“Time!” The professor called. “Pencils down.”

Max’s pencil was in pieces before him, his essay a mess, his multiple choice portion, not quite complete. But he didn’t care. He had to give birth. He had to get out of there.

The old professor toddled around, collecting tests as Max tried to look normal after having been in active labor for fourteen hours and actively crowning for two. 

He’d had a plan, take the test, go home, give birth in his empty apartment. But as the baby reached a full crown once more, Max knew that wasn’t happening. He would at least make it to the bathroom. It was on the first floor. Max planned his route as the professor said his final goodbyes, and then, finally, finally, fifteen minutes after the test ended, released them. 

Max stayed where he was, unsure how to stand as the rest of the students burst out of the room. Another student stayed and talked to Jason, pulling his attention away from Max.

Now, Max thought. He awkwardly turned in his seat, and removed his hoodie. It revealed his very low belly, curved and sweat-soaked, but he used it to tie around his waist, hiding the massive bulge in his crotch. Then, oh so gently, he leveraged himself to his feet.

Gravity shifted, his jeans loosened a bit, and the baby dropped down just a bit further, the head stretching him wider than he thought possible. Max gasped and swayed, catching himself on his desk. Jason glanced over, clearly concerned, but his conversation partners drew him back in.

Free. Max began to waddle, slowly, awkwardly, out of the classroom. Each step was agony, his jeans jostling the fully crowned head in his pants in and out just a smidge. His exhausted legs trembled, and he kept one hand on the wall to keep himself upright. The stairs were right next to the classroom, the elevator was on the other side of the building. He could either walk the entirety twice (to reach the elevator and then walk all the way back to the bathroom at the base of the stairs), or go down the stairs. He chose the stairs.

He went down two before he realized it was an awful idea. He clung to the railing, his legs forcefully spread around the head, which brushed his thighs each time he maneuvered himself awkwardly down the stairs like a new-born deer.

Finally, red faced, panting, exhausted, he reached the bottom of the stairs and practically fell into the door of the men’s bathroom. A guy at the urinal gave him a look.

“Really gotta. . . go,”  Max panted, then stumbled into the stall and locked the door. He reached immediately for his jeans. His shaking hands fumbled with the belt. As the contraction struck, he crouched naturally, spreading his legs wider, but that only forced the jeans up tighter against his opening, forcing the head further in. 

Finally, the belt gave way, and he began forcing the jeans down. They got caught on his hips. He needed to move his legs together, but another contraction hit, and the baby descended further, its nose stretching him and popping out. The head was touching his thighs. He couldn’t spread his legs further to give it more room with his jeans, he couldn’t get rid of the jeans because of the head.

He was stuck.

Mind frozen with fear and exhaustion, he weathered out several contractions, pushing as hard as he could. But the baby didn’t move. It was stuck. The jeans had to go, but that meant. . . 

He heard speaking over the roar of his ears, but couldn’t make out the words. It was definitely Jason.

But Max could spare him no thought. The baby had to come out. Quivering, Max placed his hand on his baby’s head, feeling its wet hair. He took one deep breath, trying to get oxygen in his panic, then began to push the baby up and back it. 

It was agony. He screamed in pain. The baby kicked in protest. His stomach contracted. In the chaos, he lost his balance, falling to his knees, striking his elbow on the side of the tiny stall. 

Jason was pounding on the stall door. 

Max couldn’t talk to him, couldn’t do anything but give birth. He shucked off his jeans and boxers, spread his legs, and pushed.

The much denied baby shot out, to its ears and Max cried out again. The contraction faded, and he could hear Jason now, asking if Max was okay.

“I’ve cleared the bathroom and put a sign out saying its closed. Tell me what's going on, or I’ll call 911.”

Well, Max would need help getting out of here. And it was just as much Jason’s secret as it was his. With a shaking hand, he reached up and undid the latch, just in time for the next contraction to hit. He pushed, and the baby’s head shot out of him just as Jason flung open the door.

“Holy crap!”

Max gasped, leaning against the toilet, spreading his legs just a bit further. The dirty bathroom tile was cold. It felt good. The baby was turning inside him.

“Is that mine?” Jason asked. That health class did something for him after all.

Max could only nod. 

“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Max didn’t have the breath for explanations. “Wanted you safe,” he gasped. “If I was. . . if they did. . .”

Another contraction. He pushed, weakly. The head bobbed forward, but didn’t move. God, he was exhausted.

Jason knelt down beside Max, his health class training coming into play. “How long have you been in labor?”

“Water broke—nngghh—last night.” The head still didn’t move. He was so tired.

“Last night!”

“Head crowned. . . just. . . just before the—” Another contraction. Max pushed with the pain as hard as he could, but the head wasn’t moving.

“Shit, man.”

Another contraction. No progress. Something was catching on his narrow hips. His body wasn’t made for birthing the way a woman’s was. “I think, I think it’s stuck.”

“I got you, give me a moment.” Then Jason left, leaving Max alone, spread wide and bare, a baby head between his legs, on a dirty bathroom floor. He flopped his head back, resting it on the toilet seat. Gross, yeah, but he didn’t have the energy to care any more.

Another fruitless contraction.

Then Jason was back. He crouched down by Max. “this is going to hurt,” he warned. Then he shoved his hand into Max’s crotch alongside the baby’s neck. Max opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. He was too tired. The pain was awful, the stretch terrible. Then Jason was fumbling around in there with his whole-ass hand, pulling and tugging. Max’s hips strained. 

Another contraction began, tensing Max’s stomach which was peeking up through his shirt, which had ridden up. 

With the hand that wasn’t currently inside Max, Jason pressed down on Max’s stomach. “Push!” he ordered.

Max pushed. Jason pushed with one hand and pulled with the other. The tension, the pressure built, and built. Max was being torn apart. He was going to die. He was—

Something gave. With a gush, the crying baby shot out into Jason’s waiting hands.

The three of them sat, panting, staring at each other. “I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll let me,” said Jason. “Only reason I haven’t been with you more is, well, I didn’t want to get us both kicked out. But I think you’re amazing and—”

Max smiled. “You’re pretty good too. Let’s do this.”

[martcob]

It was supposed to be a trip to the forest. Mark couldn't get to the car where phone was left. He must give birth in the forest. All alone.

(for uncensored DM me)

[martcob]

MALE BIRTH REPORT 1

So when I drove home in the evening I already felt some contractions. By the time I arrived, I still thought it would be normal braxton hicks. I has them since a week at that point. When you read the following stuff you have to keep in mind that I am actually the dominant one and my boyfriend is more like the submissive type of person. At first this pregnancy was a kind of accident cause I am mostly the top part of our relationship. I thought that when we will have kids, it will most likely my boyfriend Fynn who will carry our child. It took some time till I figured out that I will keep this baby but I am happy about it. Back to the report anyways. I arrived at I think was 6 pm and the reason I didn’t spill the tea about my contractions was simply because I thought they were braxton hicks. I got some concerning looks from Fynn while I changed my face here and there but look - I was huge. Not my height particularly but the belly as you can tell by the fact I was 40 weeks at that moment. While I cooked dinner for us, Fynn was preparing the dining table and I actually remember him clinging to me while talking to my stomach. That was actually very sweet not gonna lie. Dinner was ready and we finished shortly after but when I was on my way to take the dishes my water actually broke full force in front of Fynn. I felt it and Fynn starred at this huge gush of water splashing on the floor. I also remember saying that this baby wants to be born I see. Actually I had to laugh cause I thought this situation was so funny. Fynn did not. He was actually kind of scared of what to do but since we had like zero complications during the pregnancy we wanted a chill homebirth. My contractions actually faded away for some time and I got changed cause my sweatpants were wet as fuck as you can understand. Fynn was sweet and kind but I can still think of how worried he actually was. First birth, at home, mid twenties. But I was prepared and actually very calm. I actually think I was calming him down too. My first real painful contraction came when we sat on the couch and I actually pressed my head against the couch cause I felt this pressure on my pelvis. By this time I knew I wouldn’t sleep anymore before birth. I actually thought before I will give birth tomorrow. That shit can take up to more than 24 hours. Now when I look back to the moment I am very shocked by how calm I actually was in this moment. I remember still walking like nothing was happening. To the toilet and during my garden-walk just to move and get the contractions going. They got bad at 9 pm. Very - very bad. I was sitting on the couch and felt like a whale while Fynn massaged my belly. The contractions were very hard to breath through and I actually wanted to go pee again when I stood up and felt instantly a need to push. We changed to the bedroom and I got to the bed like right in time to push this baby out. That moment is kind of blurry for me so the following is a description of what Fynn told me. I was pressing three times and the head was sticking out my birth canal. I pushed two more times and our baby was flushing out my body followed by another gush of amniotic fluid. Charlie was born (healthy) at 10:03 pm. I will never do this again. Lol. Fynn, if you’re reading this - Your turn :)

[English is not my native language. I apologize for any potential grammatical errors.]

[martcob]

Vampire gets pregnant because of their human partner but they are afraid of other people seeing their bump… like their belly is all veiny and stretched to its limit, so they have to hide it under a dress or gown so nobody would think their pregnant, it doesn’t help that whenever they drink blood their belly juts out even more and makes them uncomfortable and sick

I really love humans getting pregnant with vampire children, but I haven't really though much about the other way around! What if they had to eat normal food instead of blood during the pregnancy because the human baby can't grow healthily oh a diet of only blood? The poor vampire has to force themselves to eat almost completely normal food, and being unable/not use to it, it only makes their stomach horribly sick and tender. It only gets worse throughout the pregnancy, as the baby begins to move, its kicks are always stirring up their tender belly. The poor thing just cant get any rest with their tummy constantly aching so horribly, and they have to keep it up for the whole 9 months

[martcob]

(Part 3) Grant wasted no time. The second Chuck said the words he started pushing. He knew it would be a while before he was done, and he was already out of patience. He grunted for a few moments, before taking a breath.

“Ok, not so bad, now I just have to do that until… until the big peg goes through the little hole. Good metaphor? All I can think about is babies and baby things.” Grant slowed his breathing, feeling all eyes on him. “What are you all waiting for? I’m the one at the peek of contractions with not one, but three babies. Someone else make conversation!” He let out a gasp and bore down. Bruce and Leo sat next to him.

“You’re going to do great, we’re gonna be parents!”

“Just keep pushing, you’re doing amazing. We’re here for you.”

Grant resumed breathing, his pants somewhat heavy. “They’re so big! I can’t believe I agreed to this.” He looked around, Chuck was still in between his legs, looking bored. “Leo, how long did your births take?”

Leo stammered for a moment, “Well, the second one I was only pushing for about two hours-”

Grant grabbed his hand, looking into his eyes pleadingly. “This isn’t my second one, just tell me.” Bruce looked at Leo, a bit worried to chime in.

“I was in labor for about 20 hours, but you’ve already been in labor for what, 10? I was only halfway dilated at 10 hours! You said you were having contractions earlier, right? Besides, you’re strong and ready for this, I was some slutty twink with no muscle mass that said yolo and decided to keep the baby just to experience it.” Grant huffed, conflicted as to whether he should feel relief that he might not be there for much longer, or still frustrated with his decision to do this at home.

Kyle walked up behind Grant and began massaging his shoulders. “You’ve got us, and you’ve got this.” Grant leaned back, Kyle’s fingers working magic in a way that usually only worked when they were inside of him. His respite was blissful, but short lived as a few minutes later he let out a loud groan. He felt invigorated through his pain, and sat up, allowed Chuck to spread his legs further apart, and pushed.

…

“Fuck! How big is my birth canal? I feel like this one could’ve made his way to the center of the earth by now!” Grant was covered in sweat, he’d been pushing for two hours. Bruce had an arm hooked under his knee, holding his thighs open. Kyle held his hand while he bent forward to see if there was any change. Leo had followed Chuck like a sick puppy to get the fire pit going as the horizon became its own fire pit.

“Jeez Bruce, you would think he’d be a bit more stretched out considering that third leg could also function as a fourth. I’m sure it won’t be much longer before we get a peak at the head.” Kyle did his best to keep the mood light; Grant wouldn’t let him know it was effective.

“I’m proud of you babe,” Bruce placed a hand on Grant’s cheek, he could feel the heat of his exhaustion, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired, but I’m determined.” Grant reached towards his hole as he shook from his most recent effort, and felt only his sphincter. Chuck walked over to the hot tub, leaving Leo next to the fire as he stepped into the water and examined Grant. Kyle left to go check on Leo, then Bruce walked away to piss and get some water for Grant. He and Chuck sat in silence while he pushed.

“Enjoying the show?” Grant asked Chuck ruefully as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh yeah, it’s a real turn on to be trying my best to help someone who hates me.” Chuck laughed lightly, “It’s not the same knowing it wasn’t me that did it, l’m here purely to ensure the best outcome for you and Bruce.”

Grant closed his eyes, the brief pause in between his contractions had ended, leaving his face red from exhaustion, pain, and the crumb of guilt he felt for judging Chuck.

“You gotta remember to breathe kid, I bet you’re feeling pretty fatigued by now, and not breathing while you push doesn’t help.” Grant rolled his eyes, but he knew it was probably true. He did his best to do as Chuck said next time the urge overcame him. “That’s great boy, keep going I can see the head.” Grant pushed hard at that thought, he would see his baby soon, but his fervent effort came to a halt as he felt a strong burn on the rim of his stretched hole.

“You’re back just in time Bruce, it won’t be long now, he’s at a full crown. Get in here.” Bruce replaced Chuck and sat beside Grant.

“Hurts… hurts too much.” Grant grimaced as the urge to push was shadowed by the pain.

“It’s a bit late to for that, and when you feel the head come out keep pushing, Bruce make sure you’ll be able to grab the baby.” Grant let out a sob as the other two gathered around him. “You ready to push again?” Grant answered with a loud whine as he pushed. No movement. Another push. Still nothing. Another push and a gasp as the head slipped out, then a hearty grunt as he bore down hard.

“There’s a penis!” Bruce shouted out as he cut the cord and handed him off to Leo. Grant laughed at the feeling of achievement, then cried out as the burning stretch returned. The second baby spent longer sliding out, but Grant agonizingly continued, practically acting on primal instinct. Bruce repeated his past exclamation and handed the second boy to Kyle.

Grant let out a few tears as his familiar instinct to push immediately yielded no results.

“Hurry up… I’m so sore.” Grant moaned as he pushed for the next few moments. The first baby cried in Leo’s arms.

“Kyle, can you take this one? You seem to have a way with kids.” The second boy laid cooing in Kyle’s arms. Kyle took the first baby from Leo.

“Haven’t you had two kids man?” The first boy began to quiet.

“Yeah I’ve given birth twice, but you’ve been to my apartment, have you seen any babies?”

“Oh fuck!” Grant cried out as his third baby slipped back inside him.

“That was so close babe, we’re almost done.” Grant gripped Chuck’s hand as he pushed hard once more. As much as he couldn’t bear the feeling of the full crown, he let go once the baby got there.

“Shit this hurts… did I accidentally squirt my breast milk at you?” Grant became aware of the milk leaking from his nipples and on his boyfriend’s face, he hadn’t noticed his tits squirting as he bore down.

“Yeah, but it’s ok babe, you’re almost done.” Bruce put a hand on Grant’s thigh as he pushed one final time, bringing their daughter into the world. Grant beamed as he held his baby girl and the afterbirth slipped out, his hole loosened more than it had ever been from all three babies. Everybody smiled as Grant and Bruce held all three of their happy babies.

[martcob]

Found one of my old writing piece I made for my two OCs back in 2023:

TW: Mpreg l Childbirth

Life with Joss and Eithyn have been something. Joss being mute after having his voice stripped away many years ago, fell in love with a deaf man who is now pregnant with his child? Pretty mind blowing to Joss whenever he thinks about it. Eithyn has had a stressful time preparing for the arrival of their little one but also feeling scared that they were going to inherit deafness. The months went by and Eithyn was waiting for his baby to make their debut.

Joss was at home playing his video game one calm day. Violence was displayed on his screen for hours until he heard his phone go off, notifying that he received a text:

Hey are you close by?

Playing my game. What’s up?

Can you come over? I’m starting to feel some painful contractions. They feel way stronger than the false ones I’ve been getting.

I’m on my way! Just breathe and keep me updated!

Okay. Drive safe.

Joss shoves his phone in his pocket, shuts off his game, picks up his bag with some essentials he will need at the hospital and ran out the door. This is it. Months of waiting for the arrival of their little one has finally come. Throwing the bag in the backseat, Joss began to drive towards Eithyn’s apartment. Hearing a noise from his pocket, he could only guess it was Eithyn updating him on his contractions. The thought of his boyfriend spending about 9 months waiting for their child’s arrival and the thought of him enduring labor pain brings some ache into his heart. He hates seeing him in pain. Once outside the complex, he frantically runs towards his apartment and looks for the spare key Eithyn gave him in case of an emergency at the start of their relationship. Once unlocked he ran inside only to find Eithyn in the middle of a contraction, eyes closed and face scrunched up with discomfort, one hand gripping on the kitchen countertop and the other over his gravid bump that has been the home to their baby for almost 9 months. Joss approaches his deaf boyfriend, mentally thinking of how to get his attention without startling the poor man. Joss waits until he eases from the contraction before flickering the kitchen lights to get his attention. Noticing the lights turn on and off, Eithyn turns around while gently soothing his fairly large bump, giving him one of his sunshine smiles as he heavily waddles towards his lover.

“Contractions 10 minutes apart. Let’s wait before going to hospital” he signed to Joss

Nodding in understanding, Joss brushed Eithyn’s bangs away from his face and gives a small peck to his forehead, earning a small blush from Eithyn.

“What you want to do while wait?” Joss signs

Eithyn thought for a moment before interrupted by a small kick. Looking down at his gravid form, he gives a small smile and strokes the area where the kick is felt.

“What is it?” Joss questions

Eithyn takes his hand and gently placed it over his belly, waiting a couple of seconds before feeling a small pushes against his hand. Looking up, he sees Joss with a grin on his face.

“Soon” Eithyn voiced, in anticipation that Joss would understand what he said. Joss stares at him in return before going in and responding back in a form of a kiss. Tasting of sweetness, they enjoyed the moment for a couple more seconds before Eithyn broke off, leaning over in pain as another contraction forms. Giving Joss’ hand a small squeeze and scrunching his face, he began to take deep breaths that he was reminded earlier to do. Joss only watches as his boyfriend battles the discomfort that is early labor on his own. Unsure what to do to help, all he could be was his rock to support through this. He wishes at times Eithyn could hear and he could speak so he could say encouraging things in his ear as he fights through his contractions. But as of now, all he can do is wait for the pain to pass so he could tell him directly. Contraction eases up after seconds. Looking up at Joss as he releases a bit from his hand, giving him a gentle smile.

“You’re doing great” Joss signed to Eithyn before pecking his cheek and guiding him to sit down on the couch and to make him as comfortable as possible “just relax until it’s time to go”

Nodding, Eithyn leans his head back on the couch, gently rubbing circles around his belly as they wait for progress. He cannot wait to be a parent with Joss. It would be an exciting chapter in both of their life. With his hearing loss it might be a challenge for him like everything else in his life but having Joss to help, he is not so worried about the idea of possibly neglecting his child’s wants and needs because of his disability. Only thing that has worried him throughout this is if whether or not his baby will have inherited his hearing loss. The idea would break his heart in knowing his child will have to endure the same challenges he has to. Only thing he could do is love his child no matter what.

Few hours passed by and Eithyn’s contractions become closer and longer. Joss continues to be Eithyn’s support through it, allowing him to do anything that would help relieve his pain. Eventually Eithyn felt water trickle down his pants while walking around the living room marking it as an official decision to start heading towards the hospital. Breathing through an incoming contraction, Eithyn passes his phone to Joss so he could call the special number given by his doctor to notify that they’re coming. After a few moments on the phone with the doctor, Joss grabs Eithyn’s hospital bags and ran out of the complex to bring them to his car. While returning to the apartment minutes later, he hears the sound of Eithyn moaning echoing throughout the living room. Joss runs over to his pained boyfriend, letting him lean and sway his hips waiting for the contraction to pass. He tries to get Eithyn’s attention so he could encourage him to breathe. Once finished, Joss pushes Eithyn’s bangs away from his face as he notices sweat droplets forming.

“Let’s change before we go” Joss signs to him. With a small nod, Joss brings him to the bedroom and assists Eithyn in changing his wet bottoms and also tied his hair up in a pony tail before helping him out of the apartment towards his car.

The journey to the hospital was very uncomfortable for Eithyn while contracting in the car and having little room to help relieve his pain. All Joss could do was hold his hand when needed and drive his car. It broke his heart to see Eithyn moan again, clutching his belly while squeezing Joss’ hand. Once reaching the hospital, he helped Eithyn out of the car and towards the entrance to admission. On the phone with the doctor, she had given him specific instructions on where to go and who could assist with checking in. Joss helps Eithyn to walk towards the front desk, pulls out his phone and typed quickly.

“Checking in Eithyn Hamilton. Dr. Rubinstein said to come here to get him checked in”

The nurse looked at him and at the laboring Eithyn, giving them a warm smile.

“Absolutely we’ve been expecting you guys” she pages for a nurse to come to the desk “Dr. Rubinstein is on her way and all his paperwork seem to be in order” she comes out to get a wheelchair for Eithyn. Once sitting, another nurse arrives 2 minutes later and spoke to the nurse at the front desk before coming over to Joss and Eithyn.

“Hello, my name is Josie and I will be your nurse throughout your labor and delivery” the nurse signed.

Eithyn nods in response as he breathes through his contraction, thrilled to know that a nurse that could sign really well is available today. The nurse walks behind the wheelchair and began to push Eithyn towards his private room that has been already reserved in advance. Joss follows behind her, carrying all of the bags needed during the visit. Once there, the nurse assists Eithyn out of the chair and onto the bed. She pulled out a hospital gown for Eithyn to change into and began to ask the necessary questions to both boys. Eithyn answers them as best as he could with Joss taking over when Eithyn had to focus on incoming contractions. Once answered, the nurse signed that she will give them a few minutes of privacy so Eithyn could change into the gown and will return soon. After the door closes, Joss walks over to Eithyn, helped him through his contraction before helping him out of his clothes and into the gown. Then helped Eithyn to settle down in bed and takes a seat onhis left side, gently stroking his cheek. Eithyn gazed back at him, giving him a smile with a bit of fear in his eyes.

“It will be alright. I will be here for you. You got this.” Joss signs and then holds Eithyn’s hand, gently stroking it.

As another contraction forms, Eithyn pulls back his hand and placed it on his bump, trying to remember to breathe, with his other hand tugging at his bed sheets. Joss got up from his seat and embraces him, trying to be as supportive as he can for Eithyn. Watching him whimper and breathe through the pain. Joss has admiration for Eithyn for all that he’s done so far. Once his contraction has ceased, Eithyn lays back in bed, relaxing his body, placing both hands on his gravid form, small circles created as a habit. Joss pushes back his bangs and kiss his forehead before sitting back down.

Nurse Josie comes back 5 minutes later with Dr. Rubenstein, bringing equipment with her to begin setting up. Monitors and IVs have been placed on Eithyn within the 10 minutes she was there. Once she finished setting up, another round began, scrunching his nose, closing his eyes and let out a loud moan. His contractions are growing stronger each time. Once more Joss is by his side, holding his hand and tries to rub his back. He continues to support Eithyn and be as close as possible. Nurse Josie comes over on his other side, tries to rub his arms to get his attention. Eithyn looks towards her direction as he fights the pain.

“Remember to breathe through the contractions. Do not hold your breath” Dr. Rubinstein signed, smiling softly at her laboring patient. Eithyn nods softly and breathes deeply through his nose and out his mouth. He continues for a few more seconds until his contraction eases up “I need to check your progress to see how far along you have dilated” Nurse Josie approaches Eithyn and helps him place his legs on the stirrup, having him scoot forward and checked his progress. Eithyn felt a bit of discomfort as the doctor began to check him. Joss watches in anticipation for the results. “Seems like you’re at 5 cm dilated. Still a bit early to offer you the epidural. I’ll check again in an hour for your progress. If you need anything, Josie will help you. Try walking around a bit to help progress the labor” Eithyn was barely paying attention as he was starting to feel tired. Joss nodded to the doctor for him. Josie helped to make Eithyn a bit more comfortable before leaving with the doctor to give them privacy.

“Let’s try walking around a bit? I will be here with you” Joss signed to him before wiping some of the sweat off his partner’s brows. Eithyn let out a soft whimper, not wanting to move but nodded, giving Joss his sunshine smile. It baffles Joss every time. The man is in pain and will just be in more pain soon, looks exhausted already but still finds the energy to keep giving him that adorable smile. Joss helps him out of bed. Supporting him as they slowly walk around the room, pausing a few times when Eithyn has a contraction. Joss continues to be there with him every step of the way and will continue to do so, just as he promised.

Hours passed and Eithyn finally settled in bed. He did vomit a few times when his contractions started growing stronger. Now at about 7 cm dilated, he was granted the epidural. Eithyn used the time to rest, laying on his side, facing Joss’ direction. Joss holds one of his hands and caressing it. He gazes at his boyfriend with such admiration, admiring how strong he is. He wishes he could transfer all of Eithyn’s labor pains to himself and to cooperate in the safe delivery of their child.

-

Eithyn begins to cling to Joss as he feels more of his contractions when his dose of the morphine begins to fade. Practically screaming and in tears as he clench Joss tighter, almost cutting circulation. Nurse Josie dashes into his room when his screams were heard down the hall. Joss looks at her with concern as he tries to support his boyfriend.

“P-pressure….” Eithyn vocalized as he attempts to breathe through this new feeling. “I need to push!!!!!”

Nurse Josie pages for the doctor as she comes over to check how his progress is doing. Eyes widen as she sees that the laboring man is fully dilated and a head is close to popping out. Paging a few available nurses to come in to help. Joss looks at her and watches Eithyn fight his instincts to not push, screaming in agony. As Dr. Rubinstein comes in with a few nurses, she turns to her, asking for prognosis.

“Baby’s crowning and he’s overwhelmed.” Josie goes over to try to comfort Eithyn along with trying to get his attention.

Eithyn looks up, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily and looking exhausted at both Joss and the nurse, begging for answers.

“Baby is crowning. I need you to start pushing when the next contraction comes” Josie explains.

Dr. Rubinstein gets into position along with some nurses to help hold Eithyn’s legs. Joss remains by his side, holding his hand. His first push began as soon as another contraction hit, counting to 10 before stopping, catching his breath.

“You’re doing well. Baby’s head is almost out.” Nurse Josie signed. The doctor takes hold of the head to support it as Eithyn gets ready to push again.

Eithyn looks at Joss, panting and in tears, feeling scared and doesn’t think he can keep going. Joss gives his hand a squeeze and kisses it before he started to push again during another contraction, repeating the process. Dr. Rubinstein supports the head and neck as Eithyn successfully delivered the head and gently turning baby. Eithyn cries at the constant pain, refusing to push.

“Come on Eithyn. You need to push. You’re almost done!” Dr. Rubinstein voiced, forgetting at the moment about her deaf patient.

Joss turns to the doctor and then gets Eithyn’s attention. “You have to push. Baby is almost here. You’re almost done. You can do it” signing as fast as possible. Eithyn was unable to catch half of his gestures but started pushing when another contraction waved through his body. Screaming in agony as he pushes their baby’s shoulders. Eithyn stops and groans, wishing this pain would stop.

“One last push” the nurse signed for Eithyn while he caught his breath.

Turning to Joss as he wipes more of his sweat off his brow and kissed his hand. Nodding, he began to push once more, letting out an agonizing scream from the small burning he felt for just a second and then suddenly, felt a relief. Eithyn falls back, panting, and closing his eyes with exhaustion while Joss looks up, welling with tears at the sound of their baby arriving into the world. He watches as the doctor passes the baby to the nurses as they cut the cord off before placing the baby on Eithyn chest. Feeling the weight on him, he began to open his eyes to see a squirmy wet being, crying probably. Eithyn gently holds the baby in his arms and begins to cry of joy, making loud sobbing noises for all who can hear. Joss moves closer at the moment, kisses the top of his boyfriend’s head and looks at their new baby.

“It’s a girl” said the nurse to Joss. A girl. A little princess to love. A little girl that completed their family. Joss rubs Eithyn’s attention to try to get his attention. Once he received it, he signs to him the gender of the baby, making him cry some more, letting out a smile. Joss notices the baby becomes quieter and snuggling after some time close to Eithyn. Eithyn gives his new little girl a gentle kiss on the head, calming down as well from the rollercoaster of emotions. The precious moment was cut short when the doctor tries to get his attention.

“Can we take her so we can test her eyes and ears? Along with clean her up a bit. She will still be here in the room. Don’t worry” signed Dr Rubenstein. Eithyn looked worried and looked at Joss, who was giving him a nod for support. Eithyn gently passes the baby to nurse Josie and watches her walk to the table at the far corner of the room with 2 more accompanying her to check the baby. These moments away from the baby was really anxious for him.

Nurse Josie looks up at the new parents with a smile “Baby Girl has perfect vision and hearing. Vocals are strong as well. She is perfectly healthy” this news broke Eithyn into another wave of emotion, hugging Joss in the process. Joss was relieved for Eithyn’s sake that she can hear. He knew how much it concerned his boyfriend. And they are happy to know this will not be a problem for her in the future. Once baby was washed and placed into a diaper swaddled, she was returned to Eithyn. Baby snuggles more to the familiar being she was living in for the last 9 months, coos. Joss gently strokes her head and watches their daughter bond with Eithyn. The nurses and doctor glanced at the new family for a moment before leaving them to spend time to get to know their new baby.

After some time in his arms, Eithyn offers the baby to Joss, hoping they can bond as well. A little nervous, he opens his arms as both boys transferred the sleeping newborn from one parent to the other. Once the baby was in his arms, Joss notices how she snuggles to him as well, letting him sniffle a bit at the sight. Eithyn gives him his sunshine smile at the bond those two have. He watches Joss gently rock her for a bit, not wanting to let her go.

“B-u-n-n-i” Eithyn signs.

Joss tilts his head at what his boyfriend is trying to tell him.

“What do you think of the name B-u-n-n-i for her? She looks so cute and small. Like a Bunny. But I thought Bunni is a nice way of writing it.”

Joss thinks about it and looks at their child for a bit to try to process the name and to see if he could see what Eithyn can see. After a few moments, he looks up and nods at him.

Joss watches as their baby coos in his arms, both smiling at her as their new life as parents have just begun.

The End

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(Part 1) It’s happening, today is that day.

Of the party! Or at least, that’s what Grant thought when Bruce told him the cramps he was feeling were just Braxton hicks. He had spent the day on the couch as they came in waves. Bruce did a bit more prepping; he cleaned the house, made sure the nursery was all set, cleaned the hot tub, and put out some food.

“How’s my baby daddy doing?” Bruce teased.

“Same as always, huge and in pain,” Grant pauses, “The normal gestational period for triplets is 32 weeks, I’ve been pregnant for 38. If I’m not in labor by Monday I want to be induced. I’m sorry, I know that you would’ve done great delivering them, but-”

“Relax babe, we will do whatever makes you happiest, you’re the one with the babies.” The men began to arrive shortly after, around noon. Chuck and Leo arrived at the same time, Bruce opened the door to catch Leo admiring the fact that Chuck was clearly commando. Kyle got there shortly after, letting himself in, he was fairly close to Bruce and Grant. They gabbed for a bit, rubbed Grant’s distended belly, ate, felt close to each other. It was almost two when Chuck inquired about the hot tub; every party and hangout the two hosted included the tub bubbling. Bruce had been primarily unsure, given his partners condition, but he seemed ok with it.

Chuck came out in a tight green g string, weighed down by his heavy assets. Leo came out in bright, floral swim shorts, he loved having the attention on him. Kyle came out in a hot pink speedo, his bulge comparable to chucks. Bruce went to change and asked Grant if he wanted to come with.

“You guys go without me. The babies are kicking really hard right now, I wouldn’t be surprised if a foot popped out of my hole!” Grant chuckled, “besides, none of my bathing suits fit.”

Before Bruce could say anything, Chuck chimed in. “Just go naked, I don’t think anyone would complain.”

Grant ignored him, but Bruce smirked. Within seconds, he was undressed. “That’s a lovely idea, I think I will. Grant?” He looked up, the fact that babies had stopped kicking, and that he had been so quick to make him feel more comfortable, they both knew Chuck would love a chance to get with Grant. The guys walked outside while Bruce helped him undress. He couldn’t lie, their work was impeccable; the babies were strong, 70th percentile, the nurse had even said they had patterns similar to babies born with full heads of hair. Bruce knew that they would be alright, and he also knew that those “hard kicks” that had left Grant sweaty and somewhat mute for 4 minutes straight were not what they seemed.

Grant waddled his way out with Bruce’s assistance, the warm water on his stomach resulting in an audible sigh of relief as he rested his head on his partners shoulder. The guys reveled at this chance, they had never expected to see the two of them nude! Bruce’s cock floated close to his knees, and Grant’s cock - while not as large as his partners - complimented his perfect peach nicely. The three other men could only imagine what they looked like hard. Despite their best efforts, Bruce kept the conversation at compliments and adoration, and away from proposition. Grant seemed somewhat clocked out of the conversation, his eyes closed and face scrunched as he held his belly.

He opened his eyes eventually and excused himself to go pee. Chuck insistently asked about Grant in bed, and Bruce ignored him in favor of Kyle’s empathetic questions. They all seemed oblivious to the fact that Leo had his eyes fixated between Bruce’s tree trunk thighs. Grant returned sometime later, no doubt due to the fact that his trip to and back most definitely took longer than his actual task. He paused as he noticed fluid trickling down his legs. His face turned red hot as the other men stared and Bruce got out to help him.

“I… I just peed… it’s probably hot tub water.” He held his stomach tight and looked down.

“No babe, it’s not, and it’s not pee. Why don’t you get back in the hot tub so I can check your dilation.” Grant looked up in shock at Bruce’s face, he looked certain, and Grant became certain too when another contraction shot through him. Kyle and Leo shared each other’s worry, but Chuck continued to smirk as he had been since Grant had walked out. Grant truly knew then, it was time.

Stay tuned for part 2!

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Sameer's Crowning

The beautiful moment of birth as Sameer and Bradley's baby crowns, with all the mess that it entails!

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Stay Calm

His eyes are narrowed. His teeth clenched. He leaned forward, leaned on the kitchen counter, and stood barefoot in the kitchen, facing outward. Why are you all making me do this? Why couldn't anyone do that? To me. Because I'm heavily pregnant. He stayed calm. He was alone. He has walked up and down the staircase three times to throw the remains of his flatmates to the trash. And now they all are at work except me. And I get to dispose of all the party stuff from yesterday. Because I have to keep order this week. He stopped doing the dishes and reached into his jogging pants with his hands, lifting his belly slightly to minimize the weight. The sun meanwhile scorched his bare back. Pregnant with twins and still nobody helps me. But that's what I've been doing my whole life: helping myself. I worked myself up to quarterback. My muscles are still holding up. Even if I had to stop playing. It only lasted a few minutes before a painful scream broke out of his mouth and he jerked his whole body so that he almost fell, but could still control himself and just squatted down. An excruciating pain poked him in the abdomen. I am too angry. I have to stop getting so upset or it will get worse. I should take a break and take a bath.

The water couldn't even begin to cover his belly. It was like a big island. He was able to relax a little and wasn't wearing tight bundles. The warm water made his stomach expand even more and it looked like he was having triplets. A contraction slowly moves through his abdomen and he could not move his legs because of the pain. Oh shit! Fuuuck! Damn contractions! He held his pregnant belly and reached for his phone. He dialed his number and impatiently pressed the call button. Come on. Answer the phone!

„Hello?“

„Hey!“ Oh my god thanks! „You have to bring me to the hospital! Immediately! C-contractions!“

He was able to lift his legs and was able to sit properly. Another contraction came.

„Are you alone? Why? How long will it take me to get there? I do not have a car!“

Fuck!

„Holy crap! My water is about to break! AAAAAHHHH!“

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Questions - Part 1

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I hate this. I hate the pain. I hate how uncomfortable I am. I hate how vulnerable I am. I hate every single second of it and this is only getting worse. I’m groaning in pain while the cab driver looks at me in fear that I will pop inside his car. I do look like I’m about to pop but that’s because I’m one week overdue with the biggest triplets I have ever seen. I’ve seen pregnant people with big bellies but no one compares to how big my belly looks and nobody imagines how huge it actually feels. The last nine months have been hell and it all started as a casual hookup with a guy I had never seen and that I haven’t seen again. Fuck! I’m the luckiest guy ever… it's sarcasm if you can't tell. I’m having the huge kids of a guy I don’t even know. Nice, right?

My name’s Colton by the way. I’m only 22 years years old and I was in college till a few months ago when this pregnancy changed my world. I was doing pretty good but 9 months ago I screwed things up. The usual college dude’s stupidity, I went to a party, got super drunk and when I woke up the next morning I was naked on a stranger’s bed and wrapped in some muscle guy’s huge arms. I tried to recognize the man but I hadn’t seen him ever before but he looked so incredibly hot even while snoring. The way his huge muscle chest went up and down while he snored, the way his huge arms felt around me and the way his dashboard abs felt against my hand… fuck, it was hipnotizing.

I carefully checked on the rest of his body and it was just as amazing. He even looked way taller than me and I’m 6’2” so I’m not short at all. Then I saw his python of a dick resting on top of a pair of tennis ball sized testicles and I wondered what had happened the night before. I tried to move and immediately I felt my sore ass telling me what had happened. My dick felt… raw and sore too so I figured I had had my way with his big muscle ass too. I just smiled and sneaked out of the guy’s arms. He looked like an oversized angel but I wasn’t looking for anything serious so I picked up my clothes, got out and tried to forget about the perfect specimen of manhood that I was leaving behind. The thing is… that guy knocked me up.

A few weeks later I got sick and I was feeling really bloated. I hate hospitals and doctors so I just tried to medicate myself and avoid any medical intervention. Obviously, the sickness continued and the bloating got worse so I made an appointment and… surprise surprise, I was freaking pregnant with triplets. Male pregnancy isn’t a very common thing but people no longer get disgusted or scared… but I was kinda disgusted and extremely scared because I wanted to hide my growing middle and I was clueless on what to do with three babies. Adoption was my first option but my parents were against it so they made me promise I would keep the babies and they would help me. I agreed but they didn’t help me at all. Things couldn't be any worse.

Oh fuck… I know you really don’t care about those details but the pain is way too much and I need to get distracted while the driver tries to take me to the hospital before I give birth to my first baby boy in the back seat of his cab. I’ve been having contractions for a few days now but I’m so scared about labor that I delayed going to the hospital as long as I could. My water already broke back in my apartment but the driver doesn’t know it. He looks relieved when we arrive at the hospital but he has to help me get out of the car. As I said, I hate to be so vulnerable. I'm a stud by all means… at least I was, and now I need assistance to get out of a freaking cab, wonderful. People usually turned around to check out my pretty muscled body and handsome face… yeah… I was hot and I knew it. But now people turn around to see the tremendous belly I'm carrying around.

As soon as I get out of the cab a group of nurses come with a wheelchair and they help me sit on it. When they take me in and I give them my name, they ask me who's going to be with me and man I hate their expressions when I tell them I’m alone. Like, am I the only single parent in the whole world?  They take me directly to a delivery room when I tell them I'm overdue and that I've been having contractions for the last few days. I can barely process the words when a nurse tells me I have to share the room with another guy who's already pushing. I just nod and they take me to the room. The contractions are so strong that I have tears going down my cheeks, my whole body feels like I'll tear in half or that the babies will rip my belly's skin from inside. I just feel like I'm about to explode.

Once I'm in the delivery room I notice there's a lot of nurses in the room and the other guy is screaming really loud. They get me in a bed next to him, only like 6 feet apart and I notice the guy is huge, everywhere. I compare his belly with mine and I'm like a grain of sand next to a basketball… I'm exaggerating a bit but you get my point. He's covered in sweat and it makes his belly look even bigger. His muscles are incredibly big and pumped, he really looks like he would burst but in a super hot way. Everything about him is so hot… even his partner. The guy who's holding the pregnant man's hand looks barely 18 years old but his body would put greek gods to shame. He is really really tall and his muscles look like his shirt would get in rags if he flexes just a bit. He’s so hot that I can't help but get a hard on even in the middle of the worst pain I have ever gone through.

The man, who's pushing what seems to be a really big baby, keeps getting louder and louder while the doctor tells him the first baby is crowning. His screams are so loud that I get even more nervous than I already am. My contractions are getting stronger so another doctor comes in and tells me I have to wait a few minutes to dilate enough to be able to start pushing. I try to breathe and stay calm but I'm really scared and my roommate's screams aren't helping at all. I look at his tremendous belly and I see a lot of moves and kicks so I know he still has a long way to go. I bet a big guy like his partner has a really potent seed so he's on for a long and painful birth. I feel kinda lucky I'm not that big.

While my mind is lost thinking about the potent seed of my roommate's partner, I hear something that takes me back to reality. While the man pushes, the doctor says the baby is pressing against his prostate and it’s normal for him to have an orgasm. The man starts moaning really loud and the sound triggers a memory in my mind. Immediately I remember the night when I got pregnant. I recognize the same moans from the moment the big guy who had knocked me up was cumming inside me. Up to this moment I haven't seen the pregnant guy's face because there's a thin curtain between us but I need to be sure so I get on my feet. Trying to deal with pain as best as I can, I get right by the guy's head. I can't believe my eyes… I recognize the handsome face of the man who knocked me up 9 months ago. He looks tired but it's definitely him. I look down at my belly and then at his belly and I wonder if… it's impossible, or isn't it?

He has just cleared the head of his first baby so he has some seconds to rest. He looks at me and I know he recognizes me too. I look into his deep blue eyes and for the first time I remember the amazing sex we had that night. He looks at my belly and I look at his belly and I think we both know the answers to our questions. Right when I'm about to say something, the both of us cry out in pain and a nurse takes me back to my bed while his doctor commands him to keep pushing. I have so many questions but I can't articulate words while a massive pressure builds up in my hole. I hear him screaming again while the doctor says the shoulders are coming out. Then my doctor comes in and finally tells me I'm ready to push. I already feel a massive head entering my canal so I already know I have to push. I never expected it to be so hard though. I had thought that I would feel the baby moving down with every push but now I feel like I'm doing nothing even when I'm giving it all in every push. Fuck, why this babies have to be so big? Oh yeah, the huge guy who's giving birth next to me is the answer for that.

I feel like I've been pushing for hours when the doctor finally tells me the baby is starting to crown. It's been only a few minutes but the pain is so intense that I feel like I've been there forever. Even between contractions I feel like I'm tearing in half because the head that's stretching my hole to the very limit won't let me have a single second of rest. I can't believe this is so painful but I know there's no other way to be done with this pregnancy. A few pushes later I feel like my ass is on fire, I'm really worried I will tear because the head feels way too big. Then, right when the doctor tells me the baby is crowning, I hear a baby crying on the next bed and a doctor saying "It's a boy". I can't help but smile while I keep pushing and my own baby continues its way out. I close my eyes and push and push and push until I feel the whole head finally getting out of me. The pain is still there, the pressure is worse than ever and the two babies that are still in my belly are kicking harder than ever but I can't help but look at my roommate while he breastfeeds his first son. His belly still looks massive so he still has a lot more pushing to do. Am I responsible for that?

When my baby starts to turn and the shoulders start to come out, I cry out because the pain is so intense. My hips are kinda numb, I'm really tired already and I wonder if I'll be able to do this twice again. While I push for the baby's shoulders to come out, I hear my roommate crying out again and I see his partner taking the baby away. I can't help but feel jealous because I'm pretty sure that's my baby too but he's the one holding him. I really want to stand up and take the baby from his arms but with half a baby already out of my hole I can't do anything else than push and push and push. And thankfully I feel like I'm making good progress. Once the shoulders are out, I give a few more pushes and the doctor helps the baby to finally leave my body. When I hear a loud cry and the doctor saying "It's a boy", I can't contain my tears. My baby looks so big and I have no idea how my hole was even able to stretch so much for him to come out.

When I have my big baby boy in my arms, his mouth gets on my big nipple and he starts suckling like his life depends on it. I smile because he looks a lot like his father, the one that's next to me pushing to give birth to his own babies. My baby has my blonde hair but the face is like a little clone of the man who has knocked me up. I look at my roommate and he smiles at me while he keeps pushing. He has already cleared the head of his second baby but is having some trouble with the shoulders. His partner is right by his side holding his hand and he looks really worried and looks at me every once in a while. There's something familiar about him but I can't tell what it is.

While I'm looking at my baby boy nursing on my pec, I feel another contraction hitting and announcing the second baby is on its way. A nurse takes my boy away and I get in a pushing position again. I feel exhausted already but it seems like the second baby is in a rush to come out because its head is entering my canal and stretching me to the limit just like its older brother has done a few minutes before. I breathe and push and try not to scream but the pressure is getting worse every second and I feel like my hips will just crack at any moment. I'm really focused on pushing but I smile when I hear a loud cry coming from between my roommate's legs and the doctor announces:

"Congratulations. Another big boy. Two down, four more to come." I can't believe my ears, is that guy having 6 kids? I knocked him up so much? Who the fuck is the guy next to him? Oh fuck! I have so many questions but now I just need to push.

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Something tells me you would like urethral births(a draft if you don't mind!): Boys can't get pregnant. Or so you thought. You didn't have the anatomy to be and you were just developing a gut....then why did you feel the compulsion to hide? Why did you feel this dread deep in your stomach that spiked whenever your stomach "twitched"? Or the concerning thought that kept flashing in the back of your mind of that horror scene with the alien bursting out of that woman's stomach? It was ridiculous. You pushed all that deep down. Nothing could or would happen. That's what you told yourself until you woke up abruptly one night, dick swollen and aching. You struggled to get up and waddle to the bathroom and flicked the light on. Jesus Christ. You pulled down your underwear and you just stared at how bright red your dick was, four times its normal size. What the fuck! You had to rush to the hospital. You had to. But you couldn't budge. Instead you found yourself squatting down. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck! is all that your mind could process as the ache deep inside you, pushing you apart spread further and your shaft kept increasing in size. You were starting to freak that it would rip open. Why couldn't you fucking move? Shock must have set in because you were far too removed to notice that you were bearing down. But you looked up at yourself in the mirror once again and then it clicked. You were giving birth. Giving birth to something, maybe a baby. But that didn't matter now, all you knew is you had to get it the fuck out. Seeing as you couldn't do anything else, you widened your stance and bore down harder, ignoring the shrieking nerves between your legs. You were not made with the anatomy for this. This had to be worse than what most people had to go through, because they didn't have to push through their clits. But somehow you were the medical marvel, the first person ever to give a urethral birth. Gritting your teeth, you reached to tenderly pick your penis. It could only go up so far without meeting a solid resistance at its base. You massaged it and whispered apologies, it would be fucking wrecked after this. You dropped your dick and suddenly gasped, grappling for something hang on to as a...was that a contraction? Whatever the fuck it was zapped the strength out from your legs. Sobbing, all you could do was cling to the towel holder and push with the littlest strength left. It felt like hours later when something split your glans open, tufts of something sprouting out. Shakily you reached back down toward your penis and carefully inspected your slit with your fingers...that felt like hair. No, you weren't ready. This wasn't happening- and then a scream ripped itself from your throat as your slit was ripped wider to allow the thing out. Panting, you thought that maybe this was meant to be. There was nothing more pathetic than you right now, weeping and pushing with blood and some unknown fluid everywhere on a cold bathroom floor. That this is what you deserved. You did this to yourself, you hid it for so long and now there was no one here to help you.

holy shit anon…

i’m actually usually not into urethral birth but you might have just shown me the light. usually it’s a bit too cock-explosion-y for me to get horny about it, but i liked the way this guy’s labor means his cock gets large and warped. the part where he’s rubbing it and apologizing to it…he can already feel the baby’s head at the base, heavy and unyielding…i can only imagine how hard pushing something through a penis would be, especially a baby.

this is good. i love how ashamed and scared he is. if you revisit this draft, please give us more details about his belly—I’m so curious 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Santa Claus has come early this year

“Did we have to wait until the last minute to leave for a trip to my parents' house?”, I asked Trevor from the back seat of his car. I was nervous about seeing my family again for the first time in four years. And if you add to that the fact that I'm going to introduce my boyfriend, it's even stronger. But it doesn't stop there, because, surprise surprise, I'm about to give birth to twins, and at home they don't know it.

“My love, I haven't been able to take a vacation from work before. Remember, we need this job now that we are going to be four at home”, Trevor answered me with a smile, the one that made me fall in love with him years ago.

“Sure, if you hadn't insisted on fucking me without a condom the night of our graduation I wouldn't be like this now…and you know it”, I replied as a new contraction twisted me in pain. They've been happening with increasing frequency for a couple of hours now, but they say it's normal to have contractions the last few weeks of pregnancy.

“I don't remember you putting up much resistance. In fact, you had been insisting for months to fuck without condom, that nothing would happen”, again he was right.

The pain was returning, and it had only been a few seconds since the previous contraction. This didn't look good at all, for whatever reason, it seemed that my body was preparing to give birth immediately. I lifted up my shirt so I could touch my belly directly and somehow ease the pain. “Not now, my loves, wait a few days we have to get to Grandma and Grandpa's house and enjoy Christmas,” I whispered so quietly so Trevor wouldn't hear me and not alarm him.

“Scott, I know that in addition to your nerves about coming home after all this time you've been having contractions for hours. I've seen you looking sore and holding your belly with your hands non-stop since we've left our home. Are you sure you don't want us to turn around and go to the hospital?” he said very sweetly. Trevor doesn't miss a thing, as usual for him. He has always been very observant, especially when it comes to me. I've tried to hide it as best I can, but it's clear that with him I'm not going to be able to fool him that easily.

“No, I'm ok", I lied. "Let's keep going, we are no far from my parents house. The braxton hicks contractions are getting stronger than I thought they were going to be, but I'm ok, dear”, I replied.

The night before Trevor and I fucked so intensely that I guess it has accelerated labor. It was our way of taking out our physical needs for a few days. At my parents' house it won't be easy to fuck having them in the next room, let alone when my mother sees that I'm about to give birth. As a doctor she is sure to recommend absolute rest, and no sex. I gently stroked the huge belly I've been sporting for months now. It will be impossible for her to let us do dirty things when she sees me this fat because of the pregnancy. I look like a beach ball.

I had always been a skinny boy, until I started playing rugby at the age of 16 and my physique changed. In a few months I grew 20 centimeters, put on weight and gained muscle. I went from being the ugly duckling in class to a swan. In my village, which was very small, hardly anyone knew I was gay, not even my own parents, but in high school a few did. Actually, it was hard to hide it when half my class met me in the locker room during my senior year for post-game. You know what I mean.

Still, I went to college without my parents knowing anything about my private life. It's hard to come out as gay when you have very traditional parents and fulfill the alpha male prototype who is good at sports and attracts a lot of girls. The comments about why I didn't have a girlfriend or when I was going to bring a girl home were constant. I couldn't stand it, so as soon as I had the chance I chose a college far away, on the other side of the country, to get out of that environment and live my life freely.

It was the first summer after college, when I went back for vacation, that I told my parents everything. At that time I had a boyfriend, who was not Trevor, who I would have liked to take with me on vacation to the village and have them meet my family and friends, but it was not possible. I wish to introduce them, perhaps, at Christmas, so I plucked up the courage and told them I was gay and had a boyfriend. The conversation was very tense, and while they didn't kick me out of their house, it was a horrible summer, full of tension. My relationship with my parents worsened, so much so that I haven't seen them in person for four years.

My little sister did understand, she has always loved me very much and she has been the reason why I have regained contact with mom and dad in the last year. She has made it possible for them to understand that I am different and that is not a bad thing, that I have not failed them as a son. So it was only a matter of time before we saw each other again, and what better than a Christmas meeting to reconnect with the family.

The pain is already becoming unbearable. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH, FUCK,” I screamed. I was sweating. My whole body was already covered in sweat, my face looked like a tomato in red in reflection of the rear view mirror. So the inevitable happened, my water broke right there, in the back seat of Trevor's car, in the middle of a monumental traffic jam, just 10 kilometers from getting home. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. I was in labor, far from a hospital, with two children in an immense hurry to come into the world and with the only company of my boyfriend Trevor, the babies' father. And no, Trevor is not a doctor, he works in marketing, which I highly doubt is a career that prepares you to deliver a baby.

As expected, Trevor stopped the car dead in the middle of the road. Dense, slow-moving traffic honked at him. Drivers honked as Trevor put the warning signal on the car and got out of the driver's position to come around back to lend a hand. He didn't care about anything else, his only concern was me and our kids. In all the pain I am feeling and the anguish of having to give birth in a car and without an epidural, I know I can't be in better hands, in the hands of the man who loves and cares for me the most.

I have told my parents about Trevor. I have told them how much we love each other and that we have been together for three years. My sister has taken it upon herself to show them pictures of us traveling around the country, going for a morning run together or cooking at home. We are like those ideal couples in the movies. All our friends tell us that we're made for each other, and even my sister, who hasn't seen us in person all this time, says she's in love with our relationship.

I met Trevor after I broke up with Ian, my first boyfriend in college. I was heartbroken after my first major heartbreak. Ian was very important to me in building up my courage and opening up to my family, even if it didn't quite work out, but he played a key role in my life. That breakup left me devastated and I became more lonely. I stopped partying, I became very lonely. That's when Trevor came into my life to change everything.

Trevor is what we can call a nerd. A very studious and hardworking guy. A person who doesn't quite fit into the world, although when you see him you don't quite understand why, because there is no more handsome and kind man on earth. His glasses, his brown hair and his green eyes made me fall in love with him, not to mention his perfect smile, my weakness. He came as Superman to save me, in fact he looks a bit like a superhero.

We met studying in the library, and then we started to meet in all kinds of places: in the cafeteria, at the college, walking around the campus… We decided to leave the coincidences aside and start meeting seriously. And from there we went from 0 to everything in the blink of an eye. I felt sparks, an awesome chemistry from the first moment, and so did he. It's like dating my best friend. The person who best understands me and complements me, a man who cares about me and helps me, who wants the best of me and loves me deeply. He has managed to make me settle down. I didn't see myself having children, sharing a house or living as a couple yet. I felt that all those things were things that older people did much later in life, but at 25 years old I am living a dream that I don't want to wake up from.

What I didn't tell my parents about was the babies. Trevor, my sister and I thought it was best to surprise them at the time. Coming out to them again as an openly gay man and in a stable relationship was already complex, so to add the babies factor to them was to complicate matters even more. We agreed that coming home with a huge pregnant belly wasn't going to be much easier either, but we trusted that the Christmas spirit would do its job.

Perhaps that spirit has done its job too well, as Santa has gone ahead to bring the Christmas present, their first two grandchildren are about to arrive in the world.

“Scott, lie down better like this and put your legs over my shoulders”, between pains I obeyed Trevor. Thank goodness he has attended childbirth preparation classes. I do as he asks with difficulty, resting my left arm on my belly to accompany the movement. I'm panting from exhaustion, and I haven't pushed a baby out yet. Trevor examines me and utters the words I was most afraid to hear, “he's here, I see his head, he's coming out. It's coming, baby”.

He put one hand on my belly to help me, and with the other he held my free hand, to convey his strength to me. “Take advantage of the contractions, Scott, very good. Push, now!” he said softly, encouraging me. The pain, immense from the contractions, came to nothing with the sensation of seeing that my body could be split in two by a huge baby that was coming out from between my legs. If that wasn't enough, for some reason, my penis became erect and a feeling of excitement ran through my body as well. I had already been warned that when we men give birth these things happen, but I never thought that the most terrible and the most pleasurable sensation could be experienced at the same time.

It took me five minutes to give birth to Ron, our first son. He looked like his father. A beautiful baby boy that Trevor wrapped in one of the t-shirts he carried in his suitcase. After I breastfed him a little he put the baby in the front seat. “I'm sorry to cut this moment short, but his baby brother is coming. My love, it's time to do it all over again. You've done great so far. A few last pushes and it will all be over,” he encouraged me.

I was already exhausted, exhausted from all the effort I had made. I wanted to stop, to end it all, to stop pushing and go back to cuddling my son. But I knew I had no choice. I couldn't delay that moment any longer. Ever since that night Trevor got me pregnant I knew this moment would come, though I didn't know I would have to experience it twice.

Nine months ago we graduated. Trevor in Marketing and Advertising and me in Literature. After four years of college we were going out into the world. Our colleges were next door to each other, so our graduating classes already knew each other, so it was no surprise when the two classes got together and decided to celebrate at the same time. For Trevor and me it was the best plan in the world, to be able to experience such a special moment for both of us hand in hand.

After the party we went back to our apartment together and we celebrated together, as we were supposed to. Trevor is right, I had been wanting to make love to him without protection for a long time, despite the risk of getting pregnant. I'll never admit it to him, but there was something about the risk of getting pregnant that really turned me on. Something inside me was screaming for it to happen. I was turned on by the thought that my boyfriend could plant his seed inside me and it would grow in the form of a baby. Without much thought we did it. It was one of the best nights of my life. Trevor was especially tender and affectionate with me, and he had never fucked me like he did that night. An electric current ran through my body, I felt more alive than ever and it was all thanks to this man I want to share the rest of my life with.

We found out I was pregnant just two weeks later. We had both just started working, he at a prestigious marketing agency and I at an independent book publisher that is in the process of expanding across the country. The news caught us by surprise. Despite everything, it was clear to both of us that we wanted to move forward with the process and have our little ones. We moved to a bigger apartment with the help of Trevor's parents and in the past few months we have been preparing everything for the arrival of these two children.

It hasn't been easy going from being a twink to a strapping guy and now looking like a beached whale. The two boys have grown a huge amount, not surprising considering both Trevor and I are both big men. The anxiety of planning to reunite with my family hasn't helped either. Food has been a way to overcome this life anxiety. The last two months I put on a lot more weight than is normal for this type of twin pregnancy. My doctor has conveyed his concern about the weight gain, although Trevor, on the other hand, has assured me that my pregnant self is the sexiest he has ever seen me in his life.

Maybe it's true that I make Trevor really horny when I'm this huge. During these nine months we haven't stopped fucking. Fortunately, my boyfriend is not one of those men who are afraid of hurting babies while their partner is pregnant, which never happens. Last night, knowing that we will spend the next few days at my parents' house, so it will be more difficult to make love there, Trevor proposed to me to repeat step by step that encounter in the early morning that led me to be pregnant nine months ago. I couldn't tell if I enjoyed more the night I got pregnant or the night that ultimately hastened my delivery. I think I'll go with the latter. Pregnancy hormones multiplied by 100 all the feelings. It was like being transported to another reality, living something totally new.

If he had asked me to have more babies at that moment, I would have said yes without hesitation. Now that I'm in the middle of labor and the pain is excruciating, I'm not so sure I was going to say yes to another pregnancy. But I don't want to fool anyone, it will be very hard for me to say no to this man. He will decide if he wants us to be a large family.

Although it looked like the second child was coming quickly, he is dragging his feet. He doesn't seem to want to move forward, so the pain is being terrible. “Trevor, I can't take it anymore, I'm not going to be able to,” I tell him sobbing from the pain and anguish. He caresses my face and encourages me to keep going, but my strength is getting weaker and weaker. I see his face and I know he is thinking of some way to speed up the delivery.

Trevor kissed me on the mouth, and then took advantage of the fact that I still had an erect penis to give me a blowjob. I rolled my eyes as my hands roamed my belly. I cum like I never had before, and everything started up again. “I read that this could help speed it up even more,” he told me washing his mouth with another of his T-shirts. “Ready to give birth a second time?” he asked, grabbing my hand again and placing the other on my belly, already smaller than before.

It took me five minutes to deliver Henry, our second child. Henry looked more like me. Trevor wrapped him in one more t-shirt, good thing this man packs a lot of clothes, and handed me both little ones to breastfeed. Already lying down and with both babies resting on my still swollen belly I breastfed them.

Trevor and I burst into tears looking at each other. We kissed. It was the happiest moment of my life. We had created life together, my boyfriend and me. Ron and Henry were the fruit of our love, two beautiful babies drinking from my breasts.

“Thank you Trevor for giving me the greatest gift of my life,” I said before kissing the father of my children again. “Anytime you want to repeat... I want a big family together with you, my love,” he said before kissing me again. “Let's wait a little while for me to recover and the little ones to grow up a bit to give them more little brothers, but we are in this together, we are going to build a huge and precious family together”, I told him. We stood hugging the four of us together, our first family moment together. The happiest moment of my life, even if it was in the back of a car, freezing cold outside and in the middle of a traffic jam. All the excitement of giving birth had made me forget about the nerves of being reunited with my family.

A new car horn brought us out of the dream we were living. Trevor sat up, sat in the driver's seat and started up again. “Do you want us to go ahead with the plan and go to your parents' house or would you rather go to the hospital to get looked at?” he asked me. “Let's go on, I'm feeling fine, and it's already Christmas Eve. I want to introduce my three boys to my parents. Besides, my mother is a doctor, if I need attention no one better than her”, I added without even looking at him, I only had eyes for little Ron and Henry.

It took about twenty more minutes to get to my parents' house. By then the two little ones were asleep and I had spruced up my appearance a bit. Trevor helped me out of the car and we both picked up one of the little ones in our arms. “Ready?”, Trevor asked me. I nodded, and grabbed his hand as the four of us headed home together. I was still walking sore and slowly, having just finished giving birth to two huge twins half an hour ago.

We rang the doorbell and my parents and my sister opened the door at the same time. My mother excitedly ran to hug us both and shower us with kisses. My father froze, but he looked thrilled to see us and greeted Trevor warmly, welcoming him to the family.

It was my sister who noticed the detail that Trevor and I were carrying with us in our arms. “When did this happen?”, she asked, breaking the dream my parents were living. When they noticed they both put their hands to their mouths in surprise and tears of emotion welled up in their eyes. “Half an hour ago, I gave birth in the car. This is Ron and Henry. Dad, Mom, congratulations, you're grandparents.” They ran to grab the little ones.

My mother was so excited, she was a whirlwind of words. She immediately started making plans to buy baby clothes, she was going to give her a crib, lots of toys and clothes. She immediately embraced her role as grandmother. My father, who has always been more serious, left little Henry to my little sister, and hugged Trevor and me at the same time. “Thank you for making me a grandfather. When you came out I thought I would never live this down. I had already made up my mind that I wouldn't have grandchildren from you”, he was crying with emotion like I had never seen him before.

“This is the best gift we could have this Christmas, my son. Santa Claus has come early to our home”, said mom and dad at the same time. My sister, who has always had great timing, capped off the moment with a joke. “With that belly of yours, little brother, you definitely look like Santa Claus”, she winked at me, and we all burst out laughing.

I took my hands to my rounded swollen belly that was still showing and that I had forgotten about a bit since I gave birth to Henry. This curve left no doubt that I had been pregnant, it even looked like I was about five months pregnant. When Trevor saw me bring my hands to my belly he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. He loves seeing me like this, and I'm starting to think I don't look so bad with this pregnant look. After all this is the price to pay for being as happy as I am right now. A price I'm happy to pay, and hopefully I'll have to pay it again soon.

I didn't believe in the Christmas spirit, but this year it has come into my family stronger than ever.