Maddie and Heather, moving forward
This was written by my collaborator @evertide05 (https://www.deviantart.com/evertide), who was also the main driving force behind creating Maya's character. Posted with permission and is to be considered canon for all purposes.
âWell, your weight and blood pressure look good for a six-week pregnancy. How about we have a quick check of how things are going on the inside?â the doctor asks nicely, like sheâs not the least bit bothered by the discomfort her patient is about to be in and, in fact, is eager to get started.
Maddie smiles a bit nervously as she lies back in bed, shimmying her panties down just enough to give the doctor access.
âIâm not going to be able to work very well like that, Maddie,â the doctor says as she pulls on a glove, the latex making a somewhat exaggerated snap into place as she lets it go. âCome on, now. Panties down, dress up, legs open.â
She mutters a shy, âUm...o-okay,â as she does as instructed: Dress up, then panties down to her ankle-high socks, and then legs spread. She breathes a little harder as the doctor sits on her stool by the bed and rests a hand on her stomach, once again flat (at least, for a woman who had given birth to twins some time ago and a third baby just recently), and lightly chews her lip as the gloved hand, index and middle fingers extended, slides out of sight below her pubic mound. This is the first of many such examinations sheâll be going through, which will be so much more involved than a simple gynecological exam, and sheâd better be ready.
At least, thatâs what the character sheâs playing thinks, and Maddie can draw on plenty of her own experience to bring out that character. Gotta make it look good for the camera, after all, which is indeed recording even if this is just for fun and to give her and Heather a little something to enjoy later.
âAnd here, we,â the doctor says before she slides in, making Maddie yelp. Sheâs good at making pleasure sound like pain, and sheâs extremely familiar with how well the two can go together. âGo,â the doctor finishes, fingers deep inside her. âSorry, Maddie, I didnât want you to tense up on me before I could get in.â
âAah...y-yeah, doctor. Itâs fine, Iâm fine,â she whimpers as she breathes out through pursed lips and tries to relax as the doctorâs fingers flex a bit, making her visibly grip the bed sheets.
Sheâs not completely faking her pain: The doctor is deep in there, and sheâs still recovering from the breech birth she went through not long ago, quite an ordeal even by the standards of childbirth. There are no contractions crashing over her like waves in a storm-tossed sea, but these two fingers might be all she can handle. Even pleasuring herself, in the rare instances she has the time, can get uncomfortable.
If it werenât for Heather being there to keep lending a hand with her twin boys and newborn daughter, she wouldnât even have that time. Her friend has always been there to lend a hand. Like right now, for instance, with a hand knuckle-deep in her vagina.
Speaking of which, she hasnât revealed her secret camgirling to Heather yet, but sheâs been thinking about it. Sheâs also thought about asking her to join in; she polled her subscribers to see if theyâd want to see her with another woman, and the response was a definite âYes.â This video would be a great way to introduce Heather to her fans, if she agrees to share it. Even if Heatherâs not comfortable sharing their intimate fun online, it would be a load off her mind if Heather knew what Maddie was up to and was okay with it. One less secret to hide.
She kind of wishes she werenât already so warm and wet, so any tension in her vagina could be real, not faked.
Heatherâs doing a great job of staying in character while playing it up for the camera. Sheâs staying calm but firm and keeping a polite smile on her face, though they know the doctorâs not being polite because she has to. âOkay, everythingâs feeling good in there. Just need a sec to make sure,â she says as she pokes around, making Maddie squirm a little but force herself to remain as still as possible.
âSo, while weâre taking care of this, any big changes to your health you want to talk about?â Heather asks calmly.
Taking a deep breath, Maddie looks up at the doctor and says, âNot really, doctor. The morning sickness isnât so bad, thatâs what I was most afra-a-aid of,â she stutters out as Heather rubs a sore spot absolutely on purpose from memorizing where they are by now. âMy breasts are still kinda tender and feel...fuller.â Sheâs also not lying about that, considering sheâs nursing a newborn and is feeling a little full right now.
âWell, great! Sounds like youâre doing great for six weeks!â Heather says cheerfully.
âYeah. In fact, Iâm actually...more than great...â she trails off nervously, looking away. The doctorâs questioning hum makes her glance around self-consciously. âUmmm...nothing I say leaves this office, right?â
Heather smiles at her as she eases her fingers out but leaves her hand nearby. âOf course, Maddie. A lotâs going on with your body during your pregnancy, and I want you to trust me completely with it.â Whether she means âtrust me with your problemsâ or âtrust me with your bodyâ or both, the honeyed words go well with her sticky fingers.
After a soft giggle, Maddie says, âIâve been really...needy, lately. Like, yâknow,â she nods down towards her privates, âthat kind of needy. I always figured, when youâre pregnant, your sex drive goes, âOkay, we made a baby, no need to think about sex for nine months!â But not me.â She squirms a bit on the bed, her toes curling in her socks. âBefore, Iâd usually get myself off once a day before bed, maybe twice if I found something really arousing. Now? Three times a day...and thatâs the opening bid.â
Her âdoctorâ laughs softly. âOh my! Thatâs certainly a complication that I wouldnât call a problem!â she says.
Maddie giggles again. âIt sure beats the first trimester blues I hear people talking so much about!â she agrees. âBut, um...the thing is, it really is kind of a hassle. I have been, yâknow, getting off faster, but I canât control when Iâm in the mood. If Iâm at home alone, itâs great. But when Iâm out, or Iâm meeting up with someone, or driving around, or something like that, and suddenly I get the itch and I canât scratch it, I can be in kind of a pickle. Kind of hard to think about getting anything else done that needs getting done, you know what I mean?â
âSure, Maddie. Itâs totally normal for your sex drive to get crazy. Some women donât even want to be touched until way after that babyâs out of them. With others...youâd think they were already trying to make another,â she remarks, getting both to laugh. âIt should swing the other way and level out eventually...more or less...probably, but until then...hmmm, I canât really prescribe any kind of medication for that. Not something thatâs proven safe during pregnancy, anyway.â
âMmm,â Maddie grumbles cutely. âYouâre sure thereâs nothing you can do for me? Being horny all the time is kind of a pain when youâre single, you know. I can only do so much for myself.â
Heather lowers her eyelids as her smile becomes more of a grin. âAs long as you remember...â she trails off before her fingertips brush against Maddieâs privates, trailing a slow circle around her inner thighs, ânothing leaves this office,â she finishes in a husky tone.
She quivers at Heatherâs touch, her toes curling. Again, sheâs not totally hamming it up for the camera. Heather knows what she likes and how she likes it. Maddie isnât pregnant, but her arousal is anything but faked.
Nor is the hiss of mixed pleasure and discomfort when Heather slides her fingers back in.
âHmhmhm, just what the doctor ordered, huh?â she teases as she wriggles her fingers a bit. Maddieâs hips lift a little, but Heather presses her other hand on Maddieâs stomach. âUh uh, if Iâm gonna take care of you, you gotta do what I say,â she reminds Maddie.
âOkay...s-sorry, doctor,â she whimpers as she submits to Heatherâs touch.
âIf youâre going to be dealing with these...hormone swings,â Heather says as she starts slowly pumping her fingers in and out, making Maddie breathe harder, âmaybe you can get a head start on getting ready for your delivery. Have you thought about how you wanna do that?â
Of course, Maddie has: Her births have barely left her thoughts every time sheâs gotten any action ever since her first birth, whether sheâs been with someone at the time or not, and sheâs still feeling the aftershocks of her daughterâs birth with the background soreness as her lover pleasures her. Through her deep breaths, she gasps out, âUh huh. I...mmf...I was gonna try for a...natural birth.â
Ugh, just the phrase ânatural birthâ was already arousing after her first birth, now the dialâs gone up to 11.
âYeah, I had a feeling. Thatâs what I hear a lot of moms say, especially first-timers,â Heather agrees. âI can give you some classes to attend, but what I want to cover here and now are some exercises.â She lowers her voice a little, still sounding professional but letting some lust creep in. âLike...perineal massage,â she goes on, adding a little more speed and force in her thrusts to emphasize it.
âMmf! L-Like...practicing ssstretching my...lips?â Maddie huffs out.
âMm hm. Specifically, down here,â Heather notes, sliding the tips of her ring and little fingers along her loverâs perineum. âThis is going to be under a lot of strain when your babyâs coming out.â
Doesnât she know it. This is making her tremble as the memories of how much she went through (and what went through her, physically and mentally) come flooding back. Sheâs gotten a lot of use out of that video Heather took while she was delivering her daughter, and she canât wait until sheâs healed enough to go all-out on herself again.
 âOr how about doing Kegels? You know, flexing your muscles to toughen them up? Like lifting weights, only with your vaginal muscles,â she asks.
Maddieâs about to answer, but her back arches in surprise and, also to her surprise, pain as Heather slides a third finger into her. Sheâs definitely not healed enough for that to be comfortable.
âOh, Maddie, if this is too much for you, youâre going to have a rough time in labor,â she murmurs, leaving her third finger in as she keeps fingering Maddie. âCâmon, gimme a flex. Squeeze like youâre trying to hold in a bathroom break.â
âSss, mmf, what...â Maddie pants, trying to stay in character and not call Heather by name.
She yelps as Heather curls her fingers a bit. Her lover knows her well, but sheâs walking a tightrope.
The grin on Heatherâs face widens. âBirth isnât going to be any gentler. Just one flex. Be a good girl for me,â she purrs.
Through her clouding thoughts, Maddie gets enough control back to do as Heather says and tenses her muscles, which makes her whimper as the still-sore tissues contract over the increasingly rough intrusions.
âGood! I felt that,â Heather praises her, still not withdrawing the extra digit or even uncurling her fingers. âDo some sets of those a few times a day, and youâll be glad you did later. Iâve even heard of moms orgasming when they do it!â
Maddie would like to agree, but sheâs building up to one, herself. More accurately, itâs not an orgasm: Orgasms were supposed to be overloads of pleasure, not pain. But ever since her first birth, sheâs discovered something about herself.
She doesnât just have orgasms. When things are just right, she has...something else.
And while this doesnât compare to childbirth, between Heahterâs fingers fucking her and the growing blur of pleasure and pain theyâre causing, sheâs building up to it. Not as high, not as hard, not as intense, but itâs gonna be more than an orgasm.
Heather reads her moans for what they are and gives her a lustful growl as she speeds up again. âAttagirl, Maddie. Youâre gonna do great giving birth.â
Whatâs Heather doing? Since adding that third finger, sheâs been going totally off script! Not that they have word-for-word scripts to follow, and theyâre just having some fun for now, but between her boys, her daughter, and med school, Maddie does not have a lot of time for herself so she has to make the most of it, whether or not she ends up sharing this video. And Heather knows this very well!
If it werenât working so well, Maddie would have already stopped her and asked what she was doing.
âJust take a second and think about it,â Heather encourages her. âDo some visualizing when youâre getting ready for birth.â
Breathing heavily, she goes along with it. Even if she doesnât use this as a camgirl video, sheâll be watching this again later. Her eyes flutter closed as she remembers what it felt like to give birth. When all that crashing pressure hammering at her cervix suddenly turned into an irresistible command to force it through.
âThink about your baby moving through your body. Through your hips,â Heather muses, her fingertips reaching all the way back with her thrusts now to just barely brush against Maddieâs cervix.
Itâs increasingly uncomfortable as well as pleasurable in that way Maddie once felt like is âsupposedâ to be wrong. This still isnât even close to the real thing, but a combination of memories, videos, and her very active imagination is firing up her pain and pleasure centers again. The fact that itâs someone else doing this to her, not her doing this to herself, is helping.
âImagine it inching down, down, down through you. Squeezing through that tight space.â She rubs her fingers in circles along Maddieâs vaginal walls.
Maddie knows just how tight it can get in there. Sheâs had a baby come through her headfirst, followed by a doctorâs whole hand reaching up in there to turn that babyâs twin, and long after that, a massively difficult breech.
And sheâs very familiar with fantasizing during labor, as familiar as she is with fantasizing about labor. She remembers how she thought back on getting fucked so hard itâs no wonder her first pregnancy was with twins even as her uterus, overcharged on Pitocin, was straining to get them out. Knowing exactly what she wanted, she put on the show of a lifetime during her second birth, with herself as both the star and the audience.
Her whimpers and moans mix as her hips reflexively jerk to meet Heatherâs thrusts, as if her body as well as her mind is wired to welcome the mix of pain and pleasure that sheâs not in total control over. Through her closed eyes, she feels Heather press down a little harder on her stomach as her fingers keep up their assault.
Her voice lingers for only a second before all four of her fingers are pushed inside Maddie, with her thumb the only remaining digit not inside and instead rubbing around her clitoris. It makes Maddie let out a sharp cry as the pain starts overtaking the pleasure.
This doesnât compare to crowning either, but holy fuck this is starting to hurt, and only sort of in the fun way.
Maddie remembers when she pleasured herself (if it could be called such a thing) while recovering after her twins were born just hours ago. She was taking a little risk at crossing the line from causing herself pain to causing herself real harm, especially in the body part she loved the most, but when birth had shown her that her body was capable of such impossible heights of pain and pleasure and let her see a side of herself for who she really was, she had to explore it while she had the chance.
Sheâs had more time now to recover from her breech delivery, but it put her vagina through even more than the twins did.
Her overstretched, sore tissues are still releasing the feel-good hormones even as the pain grows from aching to burning, but the safety word is threatening to escape her. She doesnât want Heather to fully stop, she can feel a much-needed release building, but she needs Heather to ease up.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her head rocks from side to side while she tries to resist giving Heather the signal. Even now, it reminds her of the times when she was giving birth and begging for an epidural, for the doctor to help, for it to stop despite knowing there was no escape and, more importantly, no mercy. But as high as her body is climbing, sheâs losing the battle against the pain again.
She barely notices as Heatherâs hand leaves her stomach and slides behind her head. Whatever Heatherâs doing, Maddie doesnât want her to stop, but she has to slow down before she hurts her. She takes one more deep breath to stave off saying the safety word...and is, just for a second, silenced by Heatherâs sensual, yet authoritative, whisper in her ear:
Her eyes pop open as she looks at Heather in shock. Her thoughts were already a fog, and now confusion has been added to the mix of what sheâs feeling. Why would Heather-
âCome on, Maddie,â she says, lifting Maddieâs head off the pillow and encouraging her to sit up, her fingers thrusting hard, fast, and deep, âpull those legs back and push.â
Holy shit. Heather would only say that if...
She can think about that later, she needs this now.
Giving in to the fantasy, she lets the memories of her births take center stage in her imagination as she reaches down, grips the bottoms of her thighs, pulls them back, and curls forward, bearing down on a pressure that isnât there but sheâll never forget that feeling. Her teeth clench and a low growl rumbles in her throat as she imagines Heatherâs fingers spreading her wider.
She doesnât have to imagine for long, as thatâs what Heather does to her opening, making her scream.
âAttagirl! Donât let that baby go back up! Push into that burn!â Heather encourages her, her thumb leaving Maddieâs clit and taking away what pleasure Maddie was getting.
The idea of âburningâ is very appropriate to what happened to Maddie when she was giving birth. Pain and pleasure were under so much heat and pressure that some of the wires in her head and her body welded together and, while the two parts were still distinct, they became something new. Heatherâs fingers arenât nearly the same as a baby moving through her, but this is the closest sheâs come to reliving the experience.
Just like then, sheâs breaking into a sweat, struggling to focus, and grasping at the release she knows is there. The release from the agony and the release from the sexual tension that canât be put into words, that she can only get by pushing herself out of it.
A tear leaks out of one clamped-shut eye as she gasps in a few shuddering breaths before pushing again, her jaw unclenching and her growl turning into a roar. She can do this! She can get what she wants! She just has to feed that fire!
Her roar becomes a scream again as Heather stretches her opening wider. It almost feels like sheâs getting ready to shove her whole fist in there, the very thought of which makes her heart flutter. But itâs enough to make her shriek, âI canât do it! Pull it out, pull it out!â
Heatherâs voice pulls her back from the brink again as she speaks louder over Maddieâs cries, but keeps a steady tone, âMaddie, youâre at full crown, one more big push and weâll have a head. Come on, go for it!â
That gets Maddie to curl even further forward, feeling like every muscle in her body is straining. Sheâs coming close to her breaking point, both from the release threatening to flood her and the risk that Heather is going to stretch her too far. And she canât stop now: If somethingâs going to give, she welcomes it, and as she feels that wave starting to crest, her voice rises to match.
She gets her wish when Heatherâs thumb returns to her clit at just the right time, and thatâs the spark that sets off an explosion.
Her voice hits that sweet spot of blending the most burning scream and the most thrilled squeal. The true heights of both can only be reached by giving birth, but this is overloading her just the same. Her vaginal muscles tremble and burn with phantom sensations of stretching around a nonexistent baby. Her fingers grip her thighs so hard she might leave bruises before they leave her legs and reach up to roughly squeeze her breasts. Her head falls back as she stays sitting up, making her a simultaneously rigid and floppy S-shape.
And her head...well, those welded-together pain and pleasure centers are turning everything else into a blur. She hears Heather coaching her on what a good mama sheâs being and saying something about the head being out; she canât quite make out the words, but they keep fanning the flames that have filled her.
It soon dies down, and Maddieâs left gasping and sweaty as she lies back. Heather relaxes her fingers, letting her opening ease closed, before removing them. Maddieâs aftershock moans mix with her breaths. She can feel dampness on her chest; she always leaks when she cums if she hasnât pumped or nursed beforehand, and such a powerful rush along with her hands gripping her breasts have definitely soaked this dress.
Once the stars stop swirling around her head, she opens her eyes to see Heather sitting by the bed, smiling at her. Not a knowing grin, just a satisfied smile. They regard each other quietly before she gets up and goes to turn off the camera before returning to the bedside and calmly addressing Maddie, not as the doctor, but in her normal voice.
Just as she thought. Itâs way too late to feel shame or be called out, not that she has any reason to think Heather disapproves, but she feels self-conscious anyway that her secretâs out. She slows her breathing as she sits up and asks, âWhen?â
âI suspected for a while. You loved being pregnant. Like...not just in the happy-glowy way. But every time youâd talk about when you had the twins, you talked about it with such passion, such detail, such,â she gives a single wiggle of her eyebrows, âlonging. You couldnât wait to do it again, and you wanted me to make sure you got what you wanted.â She leans in a little. âWhen you were in labor, I could hear the difference between your voice when you moaned and cried out with the contractions, but...Maddie, how many times did we go at it when you were pregnant? I heard those sounds so many times, itâs impossible not to notice how similar they are.â
Maddie lets out a little âhehâ as she wipes the sweat off her forehead. âIt was really that obvious?â
Heather chuckles back and goes on, âHeh, I had suspicions way before you went into labor, especially when you wanted me to be there with you. Seeing you laboring didnât do anything to disprove me, especially when you suddenly wanted me to start recording you and I could tell some part of you loved every minute on camera, the more painful, the better.â She lifts her fingers, still slick with Maddieâs juices, and separates them to tantalizingly show the stickiness still covering them, making Maddie feel warmer all over again. âThen you came when the doctor examined you...and I donât know if you fooled him, but no way in fuck hell did that fool me. That was when I knew what you were really doing and why.â
She can practically feel a little crackle of sexual energy in her privates from that memory, even after she just came. âSo, thereâs no way I can pretend I didnât cum again when my daughter was halfway out of me, is there?â she asks, wanting to see how Heather will react to this. Cumming when having fingers in her vagina is one thing she might explain away, even if it was in the middle of labor. But cumming when she was in the middle of giving birth? To something as tough as a breech baby, no less? That was pretty extreme.
Her lover is quiet for a bit, making Maddie stew in anticipation of what she might say. If Heather knew what Maddie was really going through, she was nothing but supportive at the time, and if sheâs ever felt any disapproval, sheâs never shown a bit of it. Then again, itâs dawning on Maddie that she isnât as good at reading Heather as the other way around.
âI gotta admit, Maddie...Iâve only ever heard of childbirth as the most painful thing a woman can go through, as wonderful as it is. Iâve heard the stories, Iâve seen the videos, I didnât need convincing even before you wanted me as your supporter, and then as your camerawoman,â she says, shifting a little in her seat. âIâd think about that and go, âThereâs no prospects of that now, but holy shit, that could be me someday.ââ
Maddie manages to resist the urge to say sheâs fantasized about that from time to time.
âItâs...a lot to wrap my head around. I would neverâve considered it was possible if it wasnât for you. Even with the biggest masochists, itâs just...how?â She cocks her head a little at her lover, smiling curiously. âI donât even think of you as much of a masochist, and we fuck plenty.â
She lightly bites her lip as she tries to think. Still a little lost in the buzz of such a great cum, sheâs not really sure how to explain it. In fact, sheâs not really sure she wants to. Some things are just too much to be put into words; they can only be experienced. But holy fuck, if she can even get Heather curious about it, sheâs more than willing to play the long game and feed that curiosity until Heather wants in.
And if she canât have that, she at least wants Heather to accept her.
âItâs...like...â she starts uncertainly. âYâknow what? I never would have thought it either. My first birth, I did it by accident.â
Heather snickers, âHeh. Now youâre pulling my leg.â
âYeah. I was comparing labor to sex to cope with it. It worked...sort of. I cracked and wanted an epidural after a while...and Iâm really, really glad I didnât get one,â she lets out a lustful sigh, âbecause then when I was giving birth, it was as painful as they say it is...but then something happened that they donât say.â She smiles at Heather. âThe doctor reached up in there, and âpainfulâ doesnât begin to describe it, but somehow, impossibly...I came. I came harder than Iâd ever cum before or than Iâd ever cum since until the second time I was giving birth. And I donât know if it changed me or if it woke something up in me, but I was never the same.â
Heather doesnât say anything. Sheâs looking at Maddie thoughtfully. Whether sheâs curious, thatâs questionable, but Maddieâs definitely given her something to think about. She must have been planning this ever since the birth, Maddie figures.
âIâll...think about it,â she concedes, making Maddie smile wider. âItâs still waaay out there. But...and maybe itâs because it was specifically you...when you were pushing her out and somehow, impossibly, I saw you cum?â She licks her lips and huffs sultrily. âUgh...if my hands had been free and I could have gotten away with it...you wouldnât have been the only one.â
Now thatâs a step in a direction Maddie was hoping to hear. âThen I got two things to say to that. One: Those videos you took of me? Theyâre all yours to enjoy if you want the real thing, and for you, Iâd love to explore it with you, anytime and any way you like, whether Iâm the mom or the doctor,â she says with a wink. âTwo: Maybe I couldnât fool you, but you know how much of an expert I can be at sneaking in some relief. I can give you some pointers there too.â
They share a laugh as Heather nods. âLike I said, Iâll think about it. But hereâs something for you to think about, something else thatâs been on my mind for a while.â
Maddie raises an eyebrow, looking forward to what else Heather might pleasantly surprise her with.
âHave you thought about us being a more committed thing?â
That is, indeed, a surprise. âHuh? Weâre...not? I donât just mean that itâs been a while since Iâve seen anyone else. You help out a ton with my kids, and itâs not like I let just anyone do that. I couldnât still be going to school if it wasnât for you. Hell, youâve moved in with me, even.â
âYeah, and thatâs what I mean. Weâre besties, weâre girlfriends, weâre lovers and all that, and I love it all. You even wanted me to be your labor support and camerawoman. You really trust me with a lot,â she says. âBut what I mean is, where do you see this going long-term? Or where do you want this to go long-term? Would you want to keep doing what weâre doing, or would you...â she trails off, looking a bit nervous for the first time since this started, before she finds the words, âlemme put it this way. Less âmy kids,â more âour kids?â Or at least âthe kids?ââ
And again, Maddieâs a bit at a loss for words, though at least this time itâs both of them in that situation. She wasnât exactly ready to be talked to about her labor and birth kink, but it wasnât hard to talk about, especially with Heather. This is kind of different, though.
She manages to ask, âAre you...asking if Iâd...yâknow?â
âNo, I donât know. Weâre having this talk to clear the air, just say it.â
âMarry you?â Maddie feels a little flutter in her heart as she asks.
Fortunately, Heather looks a little flustered, herself, fidgeting and looking like sheâs resisting the urge to glance away. âOr commit to being Mom and Mom, not Mom and Auntie Heather, if you get what I mean. If youâre up for making it a lifelong thing but arenât sure about marriage.â She must pick up that Maddie doesnât know yet, so she says, âI donât need an answer right now! Donât get me wrong, Iâm not saying I wanna jump into...getting married tomorrow or something! I just, yâknow, wanted to say that if you wanna get super serious...I do, too,â with a flustered smile.
Sheâs right; Maddieâs got to think about that. On the one hand, with her still in school and having young twins and a baby, she has a ton on her plate and Heatherâs already been patient with her time constraints. She doesnât need to test Heatherâs patience further by saying she wants a serious relationship and then not having time for it. On the other hand, having Heather to not just spend time with but to specifically come home to, that has some definite appeal, and sheâs never said that about anyone else.
As much as Maddieâs looking forward to finishing her schooling and being the one enjoying the labors and births of other women, Heatherâs a special case. Sheâs privy to Maddieâs most intimate secrets, things that even her fans from the camgirl website might suspect but donât know for sure. Heather might actually want to be a part of her wildest fantasies.
And, if Maddie gets her way, someday Heather will experience what she was talking about for herself, and sheâll be there for every bit of it.
âI...donât think...itâs the best time for that now with how lifeâs going,â she says, stumbling a bit over the words as she tries to be honest without letting Heather down, âbut if you can wait for me to finish med school and see what lifeâs like when everythingâs fully in place? Weâll see what happens in the meantime.â
Thankfully, she answers with a relieved sigh and, âI can do that,â before she gets off the chair to lean closer.
They smile at each other before they share a kiss. Quiet but lustful hums mix as Maddie enjoys the good feelings that come with their newly strengthened connection. Itâs not exactly a new feeling, but itâs one she doesnât get very often. She thinks she could do with feeling it more. A lot more.
At least, when the time comes.
When Heather pulls back, she steps away from the bed. âNow, one last thing.â
Maddie wonders what else Heather could possibly want to talk about, but first, she goes to get the plastic bag that she set aside when they came into the bedroom. She had already assumed it contained some surprise Heather wanted to try out when the first part of their kinky fun was over, and now sheâs eager to see if she was right.
âNow that weâve told each other some secrets and I know we both like what we hear...a lot...â she murmurs, opening the bag, âletâs explore this whole...birth kink some more.â
With that, she pulls out something that makes Maddieâs horny hormones flow again at the sight of it. One part of it has a hand pump, pressure gauge, and pressure release valve like sheâd see on a hand-operated blood pressure cuff, including an air tube that connects it to its other part.
But thatâs where the similarities end. Instead of a cuff, it connects to something about the size and shape of a lamp-sized light bulb, and she already knows what itâs for.
Heather grins widely, her bedroom eyes making it clear she knows exactly why Maddie would recognize this. âYeah. You know whatâs up,â she says as she steps back over.
âFuck yeah, I do. That,â she points at the bulb, âgoes in, it gets pumped up, and then you let it stretch you out to get ready for...birth,â she takes a deep breath to steady herself, âor...youâre not supposed to do this, but...you push it out.â
âMmm hmmm,â she hums, her cheeks a little pink. âWe got another hour before the kids have to be picked up, and I got a good feeling one of us isnât gonna be walking right when that hourâs done, so itâs not gonna be whoever takes this for a test drive.â She leans in and kisses Maddie again. âIâll coinflip you for who gets to break this bad girl in.â
âHeather,â Maddie pants, âyou are the fucking best.â
This day just keeps getting better, and itâs not stopping here.
Whatever comes next for Madeline Anderson, both right now in the bedroom and years down the road, she has a lot to look forward to.