rapid pregnancy and birth roleplay

The disorientation is the most overwhelming thing you’ve ever felt in your life.

Your center of gravity rapidly changes as your once flat belly begins to swell outward, progressing through what should be nine months of progress in less than nine minutes, and you have to lean against the nearest wall in order to keep from losing your balance. Deliriously you press your palms against your midsection, as though the pressure of your hands have any chance of stopping the way you’re rounding out.

It only occurs to you halfway through that you’ve forgotten to breathe entirely, and by the time you’ve gone from zero to full term you’re panting, gasping for air, your hands cradling whatever has grown so quickly inside of you. There’s no time to wonder what it might be, though, because the air is once again knocked from your lungs as you feel a deep, strange pop from within you, followed by a hot torrent of water bursting from between your legs.

I’m sprawled on our bed. My skin feels like it might split if I breathe too deep - so tight, so raw. I look unreal. Hugely, horribly full. My belly heavy enough that it drags everything - my posture, my breath, my thoughts - down with it. I can’t lie flat. Can’t sit upright. Can’t think. Every inch of me aches.

And he’s watching me.

He leans in the doorway like he’s admiring a sculpture, arms crossed, eyes trailing over every exaggerated curve. There’s something in his stare that makes my throat tighten.

“They're growing bigger again,” he says. There’s no concern in his voice, just fascination.

I try to speak, but my voice comes out weak and cracked. “I can’t … I need it to be over. Please ...”

He walks slowly to the bed, dragging his fingers lightly over the stretched dome of my belly. I flinch. My skin’s too sensitive- every touch sends a jolt through me. The babies squirm at the contact and I groan, overwhelmed.

“You say that every day”, he says, crouching beside me. “But you’re still here. Still carrying them.”

I shake my head. My hands press into the underside of my belly, as if I can hold up even a fraction of its weight. “I’m not strong enough. Please, something’s wrong. They should’ve come by now -”

He cuts me off with a laugh, low and cold. His hand splays across the widest curve of my belly. I feel trapped. His voice drops lower, softer - but not gentle. “You have no idea what it does to me, seeing you like this. So full. So helpless.”

Tears sting my eyes. “I’m not trying to be helpless,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says. “That’s what makes it even better.”

He climbs onto the bed beside me, slowly, like he’s trying not to jostle me, but his weight still shifts mine, and my back spasms in protest. I gasp, one hand flying to my side. The pressure never stops. The babies are rolling again. It’s too much. I’m too full. I can’t take another day, and he just … watches.

“You want them out?” He asks, voice soft, mockingly sympathetic. “You want it to end?”

I nod furiously, desperate. “Yes. Please.”

He leans in close, brushing his lips against my ear. “But you’re so much more… mine like this.”

I freeze. My heart thuds painfully under the pressure. He wraps an arm around me, fingers stroking the overfilled belly like it belongs to him. Maybe it does. Maybe I do, now.

“You’ll go into labor when you’re ready,” he whispers. “And I don’t think you are. Not yet.”

the way your partner's eyes widen at being told that you're pregnant. that their baby is currently occupying your womb. they tenderly care for you through the bad parts of the first trimester. they bring you water, rub your back as you vomit, fix you soup and teas for your stomach. even though there's no noticeable bump, they still rub your belly, which admittedly makes you feel better due to the stomach aches and bloating.

during the second trimester they get so excited seeing your bump finally come in. they insist on you wearing clothes that hug your belly. they cant keep your hands off of you, telling everyone that you're carrying their baby. they're constantly touching your belly or your widening hips. they join you in your frequent naps and even try your weird cravings.

during the third trimester it gets difficult again, this time due to being so big, but they support you so well. they bring you whatever you need so you dont have to get up. and if you do need to get up, they make sure to help you. when your belly feels too heavy, they hold it for you, lifting the weight off your poor back. they love feeling the baby through your skin. they often cuddle with you, rubbing your belly and occasionally poking your flesh to provoke the baby into kicking.