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Double Stuffed Delight

Commission for: @toofull Rating: Mature (kink play, mentions of arousal) Word count: 2,005 Summary: Heavily pregnant with quads, Claudia and her husband, Daniel, decide to prep for her upcoming labor with some stuffing so she can keep up her strength. Cis female carrier.

Written as the grand prize for my 2025 Mayternity Raffle! Thanks again to everyone who participated!

Theme(s): Pregnancy, multiple fetuses, stuffing, labor

There's a faint rhythmic click coming from the ceiling fan above, lazily spinning in the summer heat as it tries to circulate the warm, thick air. An AC unit drones on in the background, pumping out barely-cool air like it's fighting a losing battle for its life. They've kept the lights dim today, the curtains drawn as they try to stave off the worst of the summer heat, but it feels like it's been a losing battle.

Claudia shifts on the sofa, which has slowly transformed into her own personal domain over the past few weeks: an ever-expanding fortress of pillows, with ice packs and discarded hair ties scattered throughout the nest. Her legs and feet are swollen, her belly a large, heavy dome cushioned atop her thighs, with her loose cotton gown bunched up awkwardly beneath it in an attempt to soak up some of the sweat. The young woman sighs—or at least tries to do so. With one of the babies wedged up under her ribs, it feels like deep breaths have become a thing of the past.

"Babe?" Daniel's voice filters in from the kitchen. "How do you feel about waffles? Or are you still on a peach kick?"

"Peach waffles," she groans, fanning herself with a rolled-up magazine and wiping a trickle of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Stack 'em tall. With syrup. And peanut butter."

"That's… an interesting choice," he says, peeking around the doorframe with a grin. His fiery red hair is tousled and tumbles over his eyes, giving him a boyish charm. He loves teasing Claudia about the babies arriving with hair in the same wild color, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "But okay. Anything you want, my love."

Her husband shuffles back to the kitchen, mumbling something affectionate that she can't quite catch. It's hard to focus on things like that when there's a contraction crawling its way down her belly again, a hard band of pressure that steals her breath for a few brief seconds. They aren't painful, not yet, just… insistent. The Braxton Hicks contractions have been playing games with her for weeks now.

Claudia closes her eyes, feeling the babies move inside of her. Her belly ripples as they roll around and press outward, the four of them vying for room in an increasingly tight space. Becoming pregnant with quads hadn't been on their radar for her first pregnancy, but Claudia was far from displeased about it. They've always wanted a large family.

And now she's at her due date –finally– with four full-sized babies inside of her, all measuring large. Most of the little ones like to sit low in the bowl of her pelvis these days, though there's usually at least one trying to make breathing difficult. Her abdomen is stretched to its absolute limit, the skin hot, red, and positively covered in stretch marks. It's a miracle it's still able to contain all of them. Even her doctor was impressed.

Daniel finally emerges from the kitchen with a tray piled high with food, the sight of which leaves Claudia's mouth watering. He's whipped up a mountain of the aforementioned waffles, which are dripping with thick syrup butter and slathered in chunky peanut butter, all topped with slices of a ripe, juicy peach. There's even a glass of lemonade sweating on the side.

"I love you," she says, her voice flat from exhaustion but her eyes bright. "So much."

"I live to serve the mother of my children," he replies, kneeling beside her to set the tray carefully atop the coffee table before planting a warm kiss on the side of her massive belly. "Daddy loves all five of you, in fact. But I suggest that you little ones quit squirming so Mama can eat."

And oh, does she want to eat. Daniel's always been generous when it comes to feeding her, but his attention has gone off the charts since finding out that she was carrying his babies. She used to be quite lean, but thanks to his devotion and this pregnancy, she has been packing on the pounds over the past few months.

The thing is, they both know she won't be eating anything after her labor starts and they leave for the hospital. And with labor hovering ever closer on the horizon, Daniel got the bright idea to make sure she's well-fed before that happens, giving her the semi-serious excuse that she needs all the energy she can get to give birth to all of their babies.

Claudia couldn't possibly say no to that.

So she's ready to dig in, her rumbling stomach leaving her eager to devour whatever he puts in front of her. It's kind of absurd how much she enjoys being pampered like this, but Claudia can't find it in herself to care right now. The waffles look delicious—sticky and sweet and rich and possibly too much for her to finish on her own, and exactly what she needs.

Her husband adjusts the pillows behind her head, helping her to sit up more before they start. It takes an alarming amount of effort due to her impressive size, and the exertion leaves Claudia grunting and her belly heaving.

Daniel settles beside her on the sofa, grabbing a fork and a heaping bite of gooey waffle to bring up to her mouth. "Say 'ahh.'"

She does, though not without giving him a little giggle before letting her husband deliver a bite of warm, fluffy waffle. It's the perfect combination of soft and crispy, the crumb gloriously chewy and buttered to perfection, and she suddenly understands the meaning of 'mouthgasm'. Claudia chews, swallows, and moans.

"Oh, that's so good."

"I know," he says, pride clear in his voice. His cheeks are flushed, though it's not clear if it's because of the pleasure of feeding his wife or the obscene noise she'd just made. "And we're just getting started."

Daniel alternates flavors for her—first leaning into the syrup, then the peach, then the peanut butter, sometimes even mixing a few together. He offers her the glass of lemonade between bites, which she sips gratefully through the straw. All the while, the surface of her belly undulates, the babies reacting to the sudden feast.

"Ooof, I don't think they like this," Claudia murmurs, rubbing the side of her swollen stomach. "There's not really any room left in there."

"Don't worry your pretty little head about them," Daniel says, gently stroking the crest of her belly, clearly smitten by the sight of her. "You just focus on eating for me, Mama."

Another bite. And then another. Claudia's breathing grows heavier, slower—not from effort, but from sheer fullness. Still, she lets Daniel continue to hand-feed her, letting her body go slack and her mind haze over in that way his feedings always inspire.

She trusts him completely. Both the food and the moment are too good not to.

A few more mouthfuls. Claudia smiles dopily at her beloved husband, her eyes half-lidded in bliss. "Daddy's gonna have to roll me into the delivery room at this point, I think."

He chuckles, already coaxing her lips apart for a fresh bite. His breaths are coming noticeably faster, and he keeps shifting restlessly in his seat, his trousers starting to tent over the growing arousal that both of them notice but neither draws attention to. Claudia loves seeing him get so excited like this, just for her. "A task for which I'll gladly volunteer."

They keep going. Claudia finishes one plate of waffles, then another, then starts in on a third. Daniel brings her a second glass of lemonade after she drains the first. Claudia's stomach starts to groan, not in hunger, but in protest, burbling around its increasingly heavy load. She finds herself moaning from the hefty burden of it all, one hand braced on her belly, now impossibly taut and stretched with both babies and food.

"Okay," she wheezes. "I'm—I think I'm officially at capacity."

"Are you sure?" Daniel asks, staring at her as though she's his entire universe, and part of her wishes she could keep going for his sake. "I can always whip up a new batch of waffles for you. Or anything else you might be hungry for."

Claudia shakes her head and waves him off, though not before a faint burp rises from her throat and leaves her blushing. "I am positive. If I eat one more thing, I just might explode."

Her husband gives off a little whimper of his own, to the surprise of them both. At this point, his cheeks almost match his hair. "Oh, that's hot."

She gives Daniel a half-hearted swat, laughing, before shifting her hands down to cradle her overwhelmed belly. He takes the opportunity to rub slow circles into the taut, angry skin, trying to soothe the squirming within her womb back to some semblance of stillness.

And that's when it finally happens.

The latest cramp isn't like the others—it's sharper, deeper, a squeeze that coils through her abdomen and wraps around it like a belt. Claudia freezes, her mouth falling open at the sudden rush of pain.

Daniel notices the shift instantly, his face falling. "Did that one feel different?"

She nods, her eyes watering. "That… that was definitely a real one. Oh boy."

Her husband straightens, dropping the fork he still held, instantly on the alert. "Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. One contraction does not mean–"

Another hits, and it makes the last one feel like a warm-up. Claudia curls over the dome of her pregnant abdomen, gasping, groaning, feeling the tight flesh beneath her hands turn to stone and almost rise in her grasp. "Start timing them," she whimpers.

Ten minutes later, another comes. Eventually, the number drops to seven. Then five. Each contraction is steadier, stronger, and more commanding than the last. The babies clearly aren't fans of the change— the tight space within Claudia's womb now churns with limbs and hiccups and other complaints as her body starts to move them without her consent, initiating the slow tidal rhythm of labor that would eventually bring them into the world.

Claudia soon finds herself rocking against the couch on her hands and knees, the delicious tray of breakfast food abandoned and nearly forgotten. Sweat slicks her skin, leaving her dress clinging to her body. Daniel kneels behind her, pressing into her lower back with both hands for some counter-pressure, just like they've been practicing for months.

"This is it," she pants out between moans. "This is finally happening."

"Do you want to make the call?" Daniel asks, checking the timer on his phone. "They're like, five minutes apart now, so if we're going to make it to the hospital, we should leave soon."

"Yeah." Her voice breaks, the pain catching up to her. "Yeah, I want–"

There's a sharp pop, one more felt than heard, and suddenly she feels a gush of warmth flooding down her thighs.

She blinks owlishly back at Daniel. "That was my water."

"Oh." He goes still. "Oh."

"Go get the bag."

"I—yes. Bag. Shoes. Car keys–"

"Breathe, Dad," she says, laughing and wincing all at once. "You can handle this. But you're the one who needs to breathe now."

He returns moments later, breathless, her go bag slung over his shoulder and keys in hand. She's far too large and in too much pain to get up on her own, but he helps her stand with some effort; eventually, Claudia ends up on her feet, swaying slightly with one hand clutching her enormous belly. Her face is flushed and sweaty, but she looks determined. And positively radiant, at least from Daniel's perspective.

"Come on, beautiful," Daniel says, offering her his arm to help her begin the slow waddle out to the car. "Let's go have some cute little red-headed babies."

She gives him a crooked smile. "All four?"

He leans in to kiss her cheek. "Only if you have the energy for it, Mama."

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