Untitled

can someone write a story of a huge and overdue farmboy giving birth into his overalls please?

Nathan didn’t think much of what he did in the night. It’s lonely out on the farm, away from society. And he’s always craving someone, or something, to touch him and fuck him until he falls asleep warm and full of come. And since there aren’t any people around to help him out with that, he’s taken to sleeping in the barn.

His first night in the barn, he’d slept in the stall with his favorite horse, who he knew was in heat. It didn’t take long after he undressed and presented himself for the stallion to take him and fuck him into the hay. That was the first time he’d slept through the night since coming to this awful farm. And after that, he slept in the barn every night. Always in a different pen with a different animal depending on what he was craving.

And now, 9 months later, he was heavily pregnant with he didn’t even know what. It sat heavy on his hips, his stomach sticking out almost too far to fit in his overalls. He doesn’t wear an undershirt with them anymore, and he’s taken to only buttoning one side of the straps just so they stay on. His thighs have gotten bigger over the months too, more full and plump. He especially loved the way his hips had begun to thicken and plump up, showing more of his figure under his clothes. Even his chest has begun to swell and plump up. Part of the reason he no longer wear an undershirt is because his boobs leak quite a bit now and he can’t keep a shirt clean long enough.

this ask got me sweating ok i had to do something:

“Keep going, keep going,” Oikawa urged in baby soft pants. Head laid back against a halo of pillows, the omega’s eyes were squeezed shut. Iwaizumi was nursing from his tender breast. The warm lips felt like heaven on the omega’s sensitive nipples, and Oikawa’s immense enjoyment was evident between his legs. The sheets held a steady growing stain from Oikawa’s slick.  

The omega used to be on a feeding schedule with the pups. If Oikawa got lucky, the pups would fall asleep early and leave him with a full chest. He would meet Iwaizumi with the most sinful grin and let the alpha feed from him until the heavy omega tits were emptied. Something changed, however. Oikawa’s body had began to accommodate the extra mouth, and Iwaizumi’s appetite far surpassed their small pups’. The omega’s breasts were becoming heavy with milk twice as fast, and, sometimes, seemingly with twice as more.  

Iwaizumi had been nursing for nearly an hour, finding Oikawa’s milk to be unstoppable today. Oikawa was reeling with overstimulation. Unable to control his desire, the omega had been continually getting off while Iwaizumi suckled. Iwaizumi thinks he’s counted five times since he first licked a ring around Oikawa’s areola.

by Dropster

Chapter 1

The wailing cries of pain were now echoing down the corridor, the hands clutching convulsively at the rails beside the birthing bed, the young shapely legs lifted high and apart by the stirrups were twisting and straining against the restraints.

“Push! Monica, Puuush!!” urged the doctor, her hand pressing on the hard mound of the young woman’s labouring belly.

“Aaarrrgggh… hoooooph, hoooooph, hoooooph,” came Moni- ca’s guttural cries, sweat pouring from her contorted face as she heaved against the boulder wedged in her bottom.

“Aahhh hoooo,” she sobbed, “Can’t! … it’s too BIG! … AAARRR- GGGH!! … No ROOM!!” And with that shriek her pent up breath burst out of her and the tension of her straining body ebbed.

“Please, doctor, it hurts!” she whimpered pitifully, “I can’t take it any more!”

“Yes you can, Monica, your baby’s head is right down into your vagina now. That means it will soon be over and you’ll have a darling little baby,” said Doctor Eve Crowther soothingly. “Now breath deeply for me and get ready to push really hard on the next contraction.”

Nurse Alice Jones looked sympathetically at the pain wracked body spread open on the bed. So many young first timers these days with the troops passing through and out to get some pleasure for what might be, for many, the last time. The hospital so short handed too, with the male doctors mostly away with the forces. Who would have thought she’d see the day when a young female doctor would be delivering babies! Not that Dr Crowther wasn’t a good doctor, but in her condition too! The nurse glanced at where the doctor’s white coat stretched tautly over the hugely swollen abdomen of a woman obviously in the very final stages of pregnancy. I wonder if she’s only carrying one, she thought to herself, surreptitiously appraising the bulk of the doctor’s fully stretched womb.

At that moment Monica gave a gasp, her pretty brown eyes went wide in fear, and then her instincts took over and her hands clenched the rails in an iron grip.

“Uuunnngghh! … Uuuunnngghh!! … UUUuuunnngghh!!!” she grunted, the tendons in her neck standing out like steel hawsers with the terrible effort.

“That’s it! Good girl!” encouraged the doctor, lifting up the bottom of the girl’s sweat drenched nightdress to expose the full dome of Monica’s tortured belly, smaller now than when her agony began but standing up narrow and hard as a drum from her wide feminine hips.

“Aaarrrgggh… Aaarrrgggh,” screamed the poor girl, “It’s tooo- oo big! You’ve got to make it stop, doctor, please!!”

“Serve you right you silly girl,” muttered Nurse Jones, “Spreading your legs for a negro.” For Alice Jones had seen the anx- ious face of the man who had brought young Monica to the hospital. “Everyone knows that negro babies are too big for white women to handle.”

Oh god, I hope not, thought the doctor and she felt the child twist and kick out heavily in her swollen tummy. In her mind’s eye she could see the beautiful, and very black face of her lover as, on the very last day before he left for the front, his urgent caresses finally overcame the resistance of her throbbing body and she let him pull off her silken underpants and push his glorious weapon into her vir- ginal, but very wet, vagina.

That was so very close to nine months ago that she didn’t like to keep track any more, and she leant her weight on the birthing bed for a moment, bracing herself for the cramping pain that in recent days always followed the rebellious movements of her baby.

Grabbing your backpack, you triple check you have everything before climbing from your busted blue ute. Your friends had told you not to head out into the mountains while it’s mating season for wolves, but it happens to be the only time the orchid you’re looking for blooms and the girl you think you like is a total plant nerd. Sliding your backpack on, you readjust the straps and nod to yourself, you’ll be just fine…

You aren’t just fine. The orchids grow on the higher cliffs and you aren’t exactly athletic… in fact you kind of aren’t much at all. That’s why the orchid was so important, why she was so important. Slipping yet again on loose shale, you can’t stop yourself as you fall. The wind in your lungs bursts out, and you’re temporarily winded, which hurts like a bitch, though your leg feels ever worse. Hearing a growl, you peak over your toes, and your heart stops. You’re staring into the most luminous green-yellow eyes you’ve ever seen, unfortunately they belong to the biggest wolf you’ve ever seen in your life. You’re totally fucked, and it’s only now that you pass out in pain. Your last thought was that she really wasn’t worth it.

* Waking up in a cave, it’s not exactly what you were expecting. For one thing you’re laying on what seems to be a bed of thick grass, and your leg’s been bandaged “Are you ok?” Looking to the left, your breath is taken away. You’ve never been into guys, but fuck, your hearts pounding “Uh. Yeah… thank you” Leaning in the stranger takes a long sniff, before pulling back with a smile “You’re welcome. Do you think you can eat?” Your stomach rumbles loudly and the stranger laughs “I’ll take that as a yes. Let me help you up”

When his hand takes yours, it’s like electric sparks are racing your arm and you feel yourself blush “T-thanks” He laughs lightly as he helps you sit up “I’m Sai, what’s your name?” “Kaye…” “Nice to meet you Kaye. Let me get you something to eat”

Eating the rich stew, you can help but cast glances at Sai. He really is beautiful, his long brown hair looks so soft and his eyes like that wolf you’d been sure was going to eat you. Part of you wants to know if all that was real, but reality is over rated and you don’t want to ruin this moment with such serious talk. Finishing your meal, you place your bowl down “I… I better get home” Sai shakes his head “You can’t tonight, its wolf season and dangerous to be out” “But you’re out here” “That’s because I live here. Besides, your leg is hurt. Stay the night and I’ll see you down safely in the morning” He does have a point, it would be suicide to attempt the slopes with your leg like this, nodding silently, you then can’t help but yawn “Why don’t you get some sleep” Sai purrs the sentence smoothly and you feel like your under his spell. Letting him help you lie back down, Sai then spoons up behind you, his hand sliding to rub your stomach in small circles “Get some rest Kaye”

* Waking in the middle of the night, your body is on fire and your underwear is wet with precum. You shouldn’t be this excited, but something so very sweet is robbing you of your sentences. Whatever it is, Sai is feeling it too. His erection firm against your arse and you can’t help but wriggle against it “Kaye…?” Sai’s hand slides down and palms your aching erection, a loud moan bursts from your lips. You’d never wanted a man before, and now it feels like you’ll die if he doesn’t touch you.

Rolling over, your lips clumsily find his and you grind up against him, trying to give him the silent hint of how badly you need to be fucked. When his hand moves to fumble your belt and pants and undone, you rock harder trying to brush against his hand “I’m going to mount you” Nodding into his mouth, you can’t think about anything else now “You’ll be such a good mate, a good mother to our pups” “But I’m a guy” “Shhh, just leave it all to me”

On your hands and knees, Sai’s thick dick stretches you so perfectly. Your penis isn’t exactly small, but Sai’s feels so deeply inside of you, you swear he’s moving your organs with each powerful thrust. Moaning openly, you spread your legs wider as you try to take him further. Nothing has ever felt so good and you’ve cum so much your penis hangs limply as cum continues to dribble out. On the particularly hard thrusts, small amounts would burst out, adding to pool beneath you. This has to be some kind of dream, your bodies changing, something’s changing, and Sai pulls you up so your flush in his lap, his thick penis pushing in so deep that your head lolls back as you orgasm again “Mmm, do you have any idea how lucky you are. People in my clan would fight to carry my pups, but when I saw you, I knew you’d be mine” Feeling Sai’s erection thicken further, he snarls as cums and you scream. Inside of you his thick barbed penis catches and you can feel the bursts of cum sliding up his erection before pumping into you. Sliding his hands onto your stomach, he starts to rock and growl behind you. Not stopping until your stomachs swollen with cum and your pecs have turned to small breasts. Your hands move to work your breasts, they feel so tender and sensitive that you need something… and you need to be filled more “More… fill me more” Sai growls, his thick erection pulsing again, but Sai lifts you from his lap, and lays you down on the bed. Crawling up your body, he shoves his dick in your mouth, recklessly fucking your arse with his fingers while you choke on his dick “Mmmm, my mate” You nod quickly, wanting to please him and your back arches as his fingers brutalise your prostate. Drool runs from the side of your mouth and your eyes roll back as you cum again. Flopping back limply, you spasm as he cums down your throat. It tastes so good. Pulling out his dick, he licks the cum that just dribbled across your lips and chin away “You should rest now, let me clean you”

Sai’s idea of cleaning was burying his face between your legs. His long tongue wiping you clean, before sucking your emptied testicles, and limp penis. It feels too good.

* Having passed out in Sai’s arms, you wake to find yourself pinned beneath a wolf. The animals thick erection is fucking you and shamelessly you welcome is. Pushing up, you start to rock desperately, trying to drive him deeper and wanton moans fall from your lips. Letting out a snarl, he bites down on your name and you scream as you cum in your hardest orgasm yet. Knotted deeply inside of you, the wolf laps at your neck, his cum still pouring into you, and you raise a hand to your stomach. It’s never been exactly flat, but somehow you can tell it’s not just swollen with cum.

When the sun comes up the wolf is still deeply inside of you, he’s filled you beyond bursting point, so that your stomach sways with each thrust and his erection sniffly holding his seed deeply inside. Your thighs are soaked wet, and your breasts have swollen so large they now hang heavily. Whining as you push up against the wolf’s penis, you try to remember how to speak. Behind you the feeling of fur turns to skin and the shape of the dick filling you changes, allowing seed to escape. Desperately you try to clench down and keep it inside, but strong hands grab your hips and flip you over. Sai stares down at you “Mate?” “My… my breasts”

Pinching your nipple between his teeth, he rolls the bud until your milk begins to flow. Drinking hungrily, he drains your left breast and leaves you shaking, and rocking in his lap “My… more” Your parent would be so proud if the could see your perfect grade in English was now being used to beg a wolf for more. Sai’s lips pull off your breasts and his tongue laps at your nipple until he’s satisfied. Taking the right, he holds your nipple as he starts to fuck your, despite the barbs tearing at your insides. Sobbing in pleasure, your fingers claw his back, leaving long bleeding wounds that spur Sai into fucking you impossibly harder. His erection thickens and pulses, he can’t seem to last as long now, but each bursts of wet seed leaves your stomach sloshing audibly . You’re so swollen and full, your skin stretched so far it seems like the slightest touch on the sensitive skin will tear it and everything inside of you will gush out. While pumping into you, he finally begins to drink down your milk and drain your painfully full breast. Cumming against your thigh, your body is a mess, but you’ve never so satisfied.

* Laying in Sai’s arm, the “Werewolf” is knotted inside of you while his hand roams your stomach “Mmmm, I’m going crazy for you. You’re so full of my pups, so proud and so full” You hum in reply, your own hand moving to rub your stomach “What happens now?” “I’ve marked you as mine, you’re my mate” “What does that even mean?” “It means you’ll birth our pups” You blush slightly “I want that” “Many in my clan would have me mate a dozen omega’s at a time. It’s my right as the primes first born alpha, but you… I want to breed only you” “You don’t even know me” “I know all I need. I’ll lead you from the mountains tonight, and come for you on the next full moon” “How will you find me?” “There’s no human in the world that smells like you, besides, you can’t birth our pups alone” “I have school” “Leave it” “No, I can’t. I have my final exams” Sai nuzzles your neck, grinding against him and pushing his knot even deeper. Letting out a groan, your hand tightens on your stomach “2 months… 2 months and I’ll come back” “Mmm, ok Kaye. You can have your two months, but I will come for you”

** Standing in the shower of your apartment, you shake as Sai’s cum runs from your arse. Baring down, the thick ribbons rush from your abused and loose opening. Your stomach has shrunk slightly, but even as the last of the cum runs from you, you can feel 8 hard lumps inside. Your pups. The pups you and Sai made. You’d never thought of having kids and now you want this more than anything.

Having dressed, you find your breasts and swollen stomach won’t fit into anything you own. Having spent the best part of the weekend being mounted and filled, you now had to return to normal life and that meant going back to school, and for that you needed clothes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs are spread and one hand in resting protectively on your swell. You definitely can’t hide it.

You spend the day at home, your phone ringing nonstop, your friends wanting to know if you’re ok… how do you even go about explaining you were fucked by an alpha wolf and you’re carrying his pups. It’s stupid, but you miss Sai, even though you don’t really know him. All you know is what you feel and you feel he loves you. Starting to cry, you curl up around your stomach. You want to see him, even though you know it will only end with you being filled again.

The next morning you wake to someone knocking on the door, but by the time you waddle out to answer it, they’re gone. Outside the door sits a gift bag full of clothes and you cast a glance around before grabbing them. If Sai was going to do this, you wished he’d come in and give you some relief. While proud of your pregnant stomach, one of the pups is sitting low enough for your womb to rub your prostate and you need something or preferably someone to take the edge off. Looking up at the wall clock in the living room, you see you have class in less than an hour, and rush to get ready. Unsurprisingly the clothes fit perfectly, and accentuate your hips and bump. Your breasts are supported by a soft bra, and you never thought you’d find yourself in women’s clothing.

* Over the next few weeks, your stomach swells to an impossible size, and you can’t stop eating. Your pups are moving now and don’t stop… like ever. They’re so heavy inside of you, you feel like you’ll birth them at any moment. Sliding awkwardly into your seat, your stomach presses against the desk uncomfortably. People stare at you, but you can’t afford to be worried. Your pups are more important to you than everything, even if one was rubbing so close to your opening it left like it wanted to be born.

Finally the night of the full moon comes and with it Sai. Before he could even offer a word of greeting, your pulling him into your unit and rocking up against him, your stomachs going crazy like your pups are trying to beg their sire for attention “Mate…” Sai’s leg slide between yours, the alpha’s knee pressing firmly up against your rapidly damping opening. Throwing your head back, you fuck yourself against his leg as he mouthes at your neck. Cumming hard in your pants, you whimper in need “Miss me?” Nodding quickly, your alpha sweeps you off your feet and through your unit, laying you down on your bed before ripping your clothes off. Relieved of the pressure against your stomach, you moan as your hands slide to your breasts “God, you’re so full” “8… 8 pups” Sai growls possessively “So good to me” Sinking to kneel at the end of the bed, Sai grabs your legs and pulls you down, your stomach bounces and wobbles, but that’s soon forgotten as his mouth moves to your opening. Thick liquid had been dribbling from it every time you became aroused, but Sai didn’t seem to find it strange. His tongue and lips moving hungrily to drink the fluid down. Lost in pleasure, your erection twitches and throbs with the need for release “Sai… Sai I need it” “Greedy for my erection are you?” “So greedy” “Good mate”

You’d forgotten how long and thick his dick was, and Sai was merciless as he slammed into you, all the while his hands massaging your breasts. They’d swollen even further and your nipples were now a deep bloody red. Working them as he fucks you, you feel like a cow being milked as your breast milk splashes down onto your blankets, and cum dribbled from you erection. It so good. Pulsing and pumping his cum into you, Sai snarls and his fingertips dig into your breasts “Ahhh, the pups, they’re going crazy” Sai laughs lightly, before sliding his hands to your belly, pushing his knot deeper as he does “So many pups, such a good omega. Always drinking my cum so needingly” Nodding limply, you lower yourself down so your laying mostly on your stomach “I missed you” Your heart leaps at his words, and you let out a happy hum “Sai, stay. Stay with me” “Anything you want my mate”

The next day you can see your stomach has swollen yet again and you feel even fuller despite cleaning you so thoroughly. The thought crosses your mind that maybe you’re carrying even more pups and that excites you in ways you can’t describe.

* It’s a few days later, and you and Sai can’t keep your hands off each other. Every chance you get you’re fucking and he waits between classes just so you can fuck all that faster. It’s never enough, and your stomach is now so big you can’t even fit behind your desk. All your friends are concerned, some even try to persuade you to stop seeing Sai, but you tell yourself they’re just jealous. Tears roll down your face and your friends rush to apologise, but you can’t stop crying. They make it sound like this is all so wrong, when nothing has ever felt so right.

Sai is enraged over what your friends have said, your alpha scaring you until you can’t stop yourself from wetting your pants in fear. Sai is immediately apologetic, your mate lifting you into his hold, causing your stomach to become squished and more hot urine dribbles out. Burying your head against his neck, he carries you from the campus and all the way home. Once home he helps you underdress before running a bath. Fuck he’s so perfect.

With your hands against the edge of the tub, you’re once again giving into the pleasure that only your alpha can give. Water sloshed and splashes down across the tiled floor, but neither of you care. His dick just feels so good, and you know it’s only going to feel better when he comes. Taking your erection, he jerks you off in time with his thrusts until you scream his name as you cum.

From the bath, he carries you to the bed you now share, and lays you down, before drying you down, pressing kisses to your swell. He cooes at the pups, lovingly talking to them all. Pepper kisses to the swell, his hands begin to kneed gently, and you moan in relief. Every part of you is sore from carrying such a heavy load, though you wouldn’t change that for the world.

* You’re between exams when your waters break, Sai buried deeply inside of you while the fluid rushes to pour between you. The pains you’d been feeling you thought were from the weight were from the pups and you whimper through your orgasm. Your body is so confused and your bra is soaked from lactating “Sai! Sai the pups” Sai growls, continuing to fuck you despite the fact you now know you’re in labour “Sai!” “Shhh, you’ve got a while to go, just trust me”

Trusting him lead to you sitting through the biggest and last exam of the year with a wet arse and a pup rubbing against your prostate. The pain has left you biting your lips and a fine layer of sweat covered your shaking form. Some how you finish your test, moaning with relief as you stood and the baby moved position. You’d already cum twice from being so overstimulated, and each orgasm had pushed the pup further down your birth canal. It’s head seemed to be rubbing against your bulging opening. Staggering over to the door, you fall through it and into Sai’s arms “Shhh, I’ve got you”

* Pacing and squatting, you try anything you can to speed this birth along. You’ve only been home for a few hours, but it seems like forever. Sai has been watching your every move. As you turn and pad back the way you’d come, Sai grabs you by the arm and pulls your naked form into his lap “Don’t…” Brushing your hair back, Sai smiles at you “Anything I can do to help?” “Get this pup to come out?” “You know sex speeds up labour, so does nipple stimulation” “Sometimes I feel like all you love me for is my body” “Kaye I do love you, and not because you make me so fucking hot” Rolling his hips up, you half moan and half whimper through a contraction “I need to be in you”

With your legs over his shoulders and your alpha pushing down on your stomach, your contractions finally feel like they’re getting closer. Your alpha waits to thrust as each one hits, confusing your body further, but it feels undeniably good. This time when he cums, he doesn’t knot you and you let out a pitiful whine of protest “I promise to knot you the moment our pups are birthed”

You’ve now been in labour for 27 hours and you’re so exhausted. The pups head is right there, but the need to push isn’t. Cradled in your alpha’s arms, you cry weakly as he holds you. Your pups are in distress, they want to be born too, but it’s not happening. Sai pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead “Come on, we should get you up” Lifting you so you’re squatting, you feel like an idiot. Sai’s supporting your exhausted body, and your stomachs hanging low enough to rub against the blankets. The sensitive skin of your underbelly feels like it’s tearing on the fabric, and like the pups will spill out “Maybe just try pushing?” “I can’t… I’m too tired, he’s too big…” “They’re all big and strong” “I can’t do it… I can’t…” Sai’s hands move to push down on your stomach, making you whimper in pain, whatever he thinks he’s doing, it’s not helping

“Stop! Stop… please… no more”

You’ve now been in labour for 41 hours, the need to push finally came and for the last 2 hours you’ve been trying to push your crowning child free from your torn opening, but every time you pushed, the pups seems to slide back the moment you stop. Letting go of your hands, Sai hooks your legs over his arms and his hands go to your straining hole. His fingers slide in and you moan weakly as the pup rubs your prostate “I’m going to open you further” “No… please… I can’t…” Sai’s fingers pull on your opening, and you feel yourself tearing millimetre by millimetre, it hurt so bad . But then your alpha shifts back and your legs fall down limply. Using his long tongue, he licks you clean, before moving to rut up against you. You can only lay there are you alpha fucks you. Silent tears run down from your eyes, his thick wolf dick is between the pup and your prostate, and your penis gives a limp twitch as you cum without orgasming. Filling you with fresh seed, Sai shifts back and moves to rub the seed around inside of you. You finally realise he was trying to provide lubrication for your pup to slide free. Looking up and over your stomach, Sai nods “Next contraction, push with everything you have”

Taking your hands, your feet are braced against Sai’s legs as you bare down with everything you can. Finally, finally after so long, your pups head slides out “I can see the head, keep pushing” Baring down again, you scream brokenly as your pups shoulders are pushed through, and you keep pushing until finally it’s free. Sai lets your hands go, placing them on your stomach as he tends to the pup, you’re arse and hips are so beyond sore that they’ve hit numb, and everything seems so far away.

Shaking your shoulders, you wake with a start to Sai shaking you “Kaye!” Trying to mumble, your throat feels like you swallowed razor blades “Shhh, it’s ok. The pup’s ok. He’s healthy, but we need to birth the rest of the litter” Oh… labour… no… that could wait… a contraction hits and your eyes widened. No, actually, apparently it couldn’t.

Unlike the first pup, the second is birthed so much easier, but the position just isn’t working anymore. Sai helps you move so your on your hands and knees with your hands against he bed head. This is so much better. Pushing down, the third and forth pups slide free, while cum dribbles down your legs and milk leaks from your breasts.

There’s a two hour break before you feel the need to push all over again. Sai has cleaned the pups and brought them back while you’ve rested. 3 healthy boys and a girl so far. He seems so proud as he lays them down in a bed made from blankets, it was across the floor, just within your range and Sai makes sure they’re all ok before climbing up to cradle you.

The births of the next 4 pups are slow, Sai now sitting behind you with your legs spread by his. He basically has to pull each pup free as the shoulders slide out, you don’t have the strength left and you feel so cold.

In the end it takes 66 hours in labour for all 8 pups to be born. Sai takes your abused and limp body to the bathroom, the alpha cleaning completely, before making sure you’ve dispelled all the after birth and fluid. The womb that formed for the pups is expelled with a wet slop and you sob at the idea you won’t be able to bare any more pups, you can barely respond when Sai asks you what’s wrong. Having your mate laugh at you over something so serious hurts so badly, but then he lifts you into his lap, his erection sliding easily inside “You don’t have to worry, I’ll put a new load of pups in you right now”

And that’s what your alpha did. Your body wrecked from labour, your hole open and loose, but your alpha still fucks you, filling you deeply with those same hard bursts of cum “Shhh my mate, it’s ok, your new wombs forming now, and when you’re all better, we can fill you again”

Set early WOR, Prompto is forced to labor/give birth with demons right outside their small, unprotected sanctuary while remaining as quiet as possible. Warnings: Mpreg: trans male pregnancy, graphic depictions of labor/birth, some birth denial.

Pairings: implied Noctis/Prompto, can be read OT4.

Notes: Set Gladio’s POV. I might make this a two-parter if enough people want to read the whole birth! *****

There were demons right outside the door. Gladio could hear them wailing, even over the harsh sounds of Prompto’s labored breathing just beside him. The sounds of spawning and prowling demons was becoming as commonplace as birdsong once was, but none of them had quite gotten used to it, yet. Noct hadn’t even been gone a year, but already daylight made up a scant few hours a day. Each time the sun rose, Gladio wondered if it would be the last time.

But the sounds of demons was still unnerving, despite their frequency. Gladio didn’t like to admit it, but the scrape of an Iron Giant’s sword still struck him with fear. It didn’t help that the longer things went on, the further into his pregnancy Prompto marched. The fear that gripped Gladio every time a dark puddle of demonic viscera formed just feet from them was hardly for his own life, but for the lives he had sworn to protect. Noct might have been gone, but Ignis was still blind and Prompto was still pregnant and Noct’s blood was still with them, so long as the fetus survived long enough to be born.

(and i submitted here, hopefully that makes it easier for you;; )

He has stopped keeping track of how many days he spent tangled in tentacles, a sultry voice endlessly whispering in his ear, sensation constantly overwhelming him. His body buzzes with heat and need, stomach pulsing with the need to be stuffed to the brim again. The tentacle in his mouth drips more and more thick liquid into his gut, sending flashes of heat and need through his body.

His body clenches around the tentacle penetrating him, as if it could suck the eggs out of its own volition. He only just gave birth, but the wait for more felt like an eternity. He whines, body slick with sweat and milk, nipples leaking tirelessly, never even ceasing between births. 

He keens as the tentacle slams into him, fucking him harder and drawing hot flashes of pleasure through his entire body. He can feel it, it’s so close. The tentacle in his mouth slips out and he’s left in a trance of pleasure and desperation.

Suddenly, the tentacle stops, buried deep in his body and stretching him wide and stinging. 

“W-wha–?“  Hmm, you’ve been such a good little breeder to me, why don’t I provide you with some company? the voice asks. He shakes his bleary head, looking around in confusion until two clearly human figures emerge from a dark cavern at the end of the room. 

Their eyes are foggy and hungry as they look at his hanging body. He feels the tentacle around his chest squeeze him, drawing a spurt of milk from his nipples as the tentacle within him thrusts again. He moans, eyes closing and tilting his head back. 

A moment later, he feels wet heat encase his nipples and suck. It’s so overwhelming he comes against his flat, aching stomach, watching as the men desperately lap and lick and suck at his dripping pecs. 

You’ve been producing so much milk, it would be a shame for it all to go to waste, don’t you think?

He can’t think of a response as the sucking gets more intense and the tentacle within him slams harder and harder into his willing, waiting body. And while we’re at it, why don’t we let them fertilize you this time. I wonder how big you’ll get with two cocks to pump you up.

He can’t hold in the crazed, desperate moan at the thought. His body convulses again, squeezing the tentacle within him and rabidly producing even more thick, warm milk. How much could they even drink?

He feels the humans’ hands caress his needy body, running desperate hands over his flat stomach and squeezing his pecs to draw out even more sustenance. It’s so much, it’s too much. He feels like he’s going to lose his mind in ecstasy as he comes again. 

Get ready my precious little breeder, I’m going to stuff you full of more eggs than you’ve ever had before, do you think you can take it?

He nods desperately, needing the fullness, the ache. He needs them.

A quiet, velvety chuckle runs through his mind, sending a chill down his spine and making his body tremble in anticipation. Good boy.

The tentacle fucks into him mercilessly for another minute, drawing the sweetest moans and whines from his pink lips until it finally buries itself deep inside him and begins depositing the eggs. 

The flood of delicious weight has him shivering with a dry orgasm. He can feel his pecs puffing up and leaking with fresh milk. He turns his head down, watching the humans desperately lap and suck at his nipples. He moans again, the eggs slowly stuffing his belly, stretching his skin out. 

He can see the tentacles attached to both of their pulsing cocks and whines at the thought of how well they were going to fill him. His hands tangle in their hair, pulling them closer and sighing as they suck even more enthusiastically. 

His stomach begins to bend his back, weight heavy and skin tight. The humans’ hands reach down to squeeze and rub at his belly again, grabbing at the tight red skin desperately. 

That’s right, fill them up to their hearts’ content, stuff them full of your milk until they fill you up with their seed. It’ll be so worth it, won’t it? Just think of how heavy and tight with my children they’ll make you. All you are is an incubator now, that’s all you can hope for, isn’t it?

He nods, wanting nothing more than to satisfy the silky voice in his ear. He wants to be the best breeder possible. He’s so fertile, he’s so good at this, he has to show how good he is.

“Come on, drink more, take as much as you like,” he whispers, hands tugging at the humans’ hair and feeling the eggs stop filling him, dragging him down with the sheer weight of them. He already looks like he’s overdue with human quadruplets, and he would only get bigger. 

They drink eagerly, lapping and dragging their hands along his gravid belly. 

He can feel them shudder against him with each orgasm and he smiles. They’re making so much just for him, just to fill him to the brim. 

At that moment, he can feel two warm weight press into the sides of his stomach. After a moment he realizes that its their stomachs, bloating outward further and further with his hot milk. 

They rub against him, giving such perfect friction against his touch-starved flesh and he falls into another shuddering orgasm, milk dripping and spurting uncontrollably and bloating out their bellies even more. They moan against him, rubbing their bellies against his and grabbing him wherever they can reach. 

They’re shuddering again, stomachs stretching tight and warm, sweat covering their bodies as they still desperately lean against him to drink. Their bellies jiggle slightly and he watches as they both pull away, shuddering one last time before stepping back, bellies red and sweaty and stuffed. 

He wants to touch them, to feel their skin again, flush against him and rubbing once more. 

Good boy, look how full you made them, and you’re still dripping with milk. Now let’s see how full they can make you.

He trembles with anticipation, watching as the tentacles detach from the humans’ cocks and slither toward him. They both squeeze in around the larger tentacle, moving deep into his body and settling at the sac. 

He feels a huge gush of liquid flood onto him and whines, already feeling his stomach stretch with the sheer amount of fluid they produced. It was perfect, he could feel each of the eggs taking and growing. Each alien wiggles and stretches and grows. They push his stomach out even further, wider and heavy. 

Tentacles and human hands are rubbing and squeezing at his stomach as the aliens each hatch and stretch and writhe. 

His belly bruises and stretches, dark purple stretch marks mar his hot skin but he just moans again as he watches his belly balloon out further than it ever has before, making him cry out in pleasure at the weight pulling him down. 

It’s so good, he’s so tight. 

He never wants this hot fullness to end, but all too soon something drips down his leg, past the tentacles still buried deep within him. 

I only wish I could keep you this full constantly, you look so good stuffed past your limit with my spawn. 

He nods in agreement, hands reaching down to rub at his bloated sides, wishing he could keep the aliens inside him longer. 

A moment later the tentacles within him slip out and he feels the overwhelming need to push. The first alien slips free easily, crawling up and taking as much milk as it desired. 

He pushed for hours, the birth feeling close to endless as alien after alien slipped free of his body, taking a turn to drink before joining its siblings. 

All too soon, his belly is empty again and the large tentacle penetrates him again, slithering up and teasing him with weak, shallow thrusts. He whines, feeling some of his senses returning and feeling the aching, dull fear return to him. 

A tentacle shoves itself into his mouth again and drips the thick, soothing liquid onto his tongue once more. The pleasure returns and he keens. The voice laughs gently in his ear. 

Sorry, my pet, I almost forgot. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you full and pleasured. I’ll even keep your friends here. Whenever they get hungry, they’ll be happy to milk you. the voice told him and he nodded compliantly, glancing to his left to see the two other humans sitting down, each with a tentacle in their mouths as well. 

You’re such a perfect breeder, so desperate for me to fill you. Your body is already needy for another clutch isn’t it? I guess I can’t deny you what you want.

He nods desperately, sighing as the tentacle begins to thrust harder. 

OK SO I WAS BORED AT WORK AND WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS SO I STARTED TO WRITE A DRABBLE DURING MY LUNCH BREAK AND THIS HAPPENED. ENJOY. (theres also some art as well!)

“Wait! Wait, pull over!” Jamie cries, handgripping his round stomach as he sprawls across the backseat of the car.

“Again? Seriously?” Louis sighs, “this islike the fifth time this hour!”

John just sighs from the driver’s seat as the car starts toslow and veer off the road.

“Look, I can’t help it if the car is making me nauseousand the baby keeps kicking my bladder okay! Just pull over already!” Jamiecries a little more frantically this time.

The car pulls off the country highway onto the dirt androlls to a stop as Jamie stumbles out of the backseat to go throw up or pee orwhatever it is he needs to do this time. John and Louis sit in the front seatwaiting for Jamie to finish up and climb back into the car. It takes him a fewtries to get seated with his belly making it difficult to squeeze into the car,but he finally gets settled and buckles himself in.

“Can we keep going, or do you need to stop again?”Louis teases from the front passenger seat, leaning around to grin cheekily atJamie.

no nightmare, and its a bit of a quickie, but here we go! horny horny lance coming your way!

Keith wasn’t sure what he expected to find when he walked throughthe door of the room he shared with Lance, but it certainly wasn’t what hefound. All he could do was stare wide eyed at what was happening in front of him.

Lance was sprawled out on the bed, naked, with three fingersburied deep inside him as he moaned and thrust into himself again and again.One hand was pinched over his nipple, rubbing the nub between his fingers ashis hips rolled on impulse. His round stomach rose and fell with his pantedbreathes, shiny with sweat. When Lance opened his eyes enough to see Keith standingin the room gawking at him his face pulled into a sly smile and he reached outto Keith with his hand.

Warnings: Mpreg: trans male pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, forced pregnancy,  monster/demon pregnancy, graphic depictions of birth. Also contains vomiting and potential body horror. (not all in this chapter)

Pairings: Prompto/Noctis.

Notes: This entire chapter is just a long, difficult birth scene. It’s also the final chapter! POV starts with Prompto and switches to Noct about halfway through. I’m sure it’s not very accurate but I tried my best. Hope you enjoy!

CH1 - CH2 - CH3 - CH4 - CH5

With the rush of liquid, thankfully on the other side of the room, came the worst of the pain. He’d been forced to kneel in his own fluids, shaking and leaning heavily against Noct, for what felt like minutes before the pain passed enough that Noct could help him to his feet. The walk back to their makeshift bed was excruciating, and Prompto felt increasingly bad for the hand he was crushing, even if Noct didn’t complain once about the abuse.

Laying back down was hard, especially considering how low to the ground he had to stoop, but Noct braced his weight and helped ease him down. It was much more comfortable than the hay he’d been laying in earlier, but the pain and discomfort was way worse than before and getting comfortable seemed impossible.

Part 1

Neither being completely asleep nor being fully awake Jean dreams of giving the final push to the egg, but instead of an unfertilized egg, a living baby lays between his legs. It’s is beautiful, skin as white as cream and a fin as golden as the sun. It hasn’t opened its eyes yet, but it is opening its little mouth and, to Jeans absolutely bewilderment, instead of screaming, the baby moans hoarsely. It takes a moment for him to realize that not the baby is groaning. He is.

The contractions are back full force. Whimpering he goes back to a better birthing position. He still kneels before the sofa, now he raises his upper body, spreads his legs and places his hands on the cushion to get some assistance in moving his body with the contractions. Sadly he had no time to drink and eat before the end of the nap. His mouth is uncomfortable dry and he doesn’t has much energy. Not that the contractions give him much choice. The weight of the egg inside him and the part of it already outside are pushing against him, burning him alive and hitting him painfully. His body is no help. He squirms and moans till the next contractions starts and he can give in to the urge to push.

Jean strongly bears down and wills the egg to move out a little more. It actually works. The break gave his hole the time to get used to the crowning egg and get a little softer, a little more yielding. Jean feels a satisfying joy in making so much progress at once. The tingling sensation of pleasure comes back too. The knobs inside his hole and on the rim expand a little with the force of the egg rubbing against them. In the middle of the contraction Jean has to stop to moan. Despite all the pain it feels good, the progress he is making and the almost sexual sensation of the hard shell sliding out of him.

His hands claw in the cushions, as the next contraction rolls over him. He pushes, feels the egg moving. But with every contraction the progress slows down. Slowly it gets more painful and frustrating again. After all the egg is still to big for the entrance it has to leave. Way too wide and long. Jean feels his power disappearing and instead of waiting for the next long break, he uses the thirty secounds between each contraction to sip on his water. But then he makes the worst mistake up to now. He grabs himself some alga and takes a big bite. His head is still swirling from the last big push and he doesn’t really think.

The next second his body punishes him. To this point he had no problem with nausea, but now a big wave rolls over him and he knows he has to vomit. His first taught is the toilette, but it’s so far away. But he just doesn’t want to vomit where he kneels. He won’t to this. He is still not thinking, only feeling the strong will to get away from his safe and clean birthing place. So he quickly stands up and - “Oh no”, is all he says. His face is getting dangerously pale and the nausea settles deep in his belly. Standing up was bad. Standing up quick was even worse. The force of his legs and his ass cheeks colliding together pushes the egg back inside him. Wide inside him. He feels it going back, rubbing painfully against his opening and the inside, hitting the pelvic and giving his whole body the worst sensation of pressure he has ever felt.

With a low sob Jean is sinking back on his knees, but he isn’t able to hold the right position, instead he goes on all fours and puts his ass out. He can’t even breath through the upcoming contraction, his whole body is shuddering and all air he takes in is through quick little sobs. His forehead is hitting the cushions and then he outright screams for the first time in this birth. It is part pain and part frustration, almost hate.

He screams until the contraction ends, blinking away tears. Very carefully he puts his hand between his legs and his ass cheeks to feel after the egg. If it was almost out to a quarter before, now only the top remains outside. He sobs again and wishes he could just grab it and pull it out.

Another contraction rolls over him, but despite the urge to push he feels to helpless to do so. The position he is in may help with the pain, but it is also no birth position. Gravity anchors the egg inside him, not helping him pushing it out in the slightest. He still has a hand on the top of the egg, stroking it gently and pleading it to come back out.

It feels like an eternity until the nausea disappears and takes most of his desperation with it. There is no use of crying over the lost progress.

Way more careful than before he goes back in a squat and pushes together with the contraction and the weight of the egg. Thankfully his hole is still dilated. At first a couple more birthing fluids leave him, then the egg slides out and stays outside. He pushes again, making low grunting sounds under his breath. Still in the contraction he wills his legs to go up a little and with the next push he can bear down in a swift movement. It comes out more. By now he feels more than the top between his legs, spreading them wider. He almost has his lost progress back.

But it takes another twenty minutes of straining pushing to get the egg out to a quarter. He can’t push as long anymore and has to take a couple more quick, deep breaths between each pushing session. The egg is a stubborn weight. Soon it’s back to a few millimeter progress each push. He desperately wants a break, but his body still punishes his mistake. So Jean tries to creates his own little breaks, moments he ignores the urge to push and just breaths. If the egg just weren’t so heavy and exerting it’s own pressure on his pelvic and hole. It is so big, filling out his insides despite coming out more and more. Sometimes Jean doubts it can ever come out fully. Before the birth there was only room for one or two fingers inside his hole, whenever someone stroked the skin and knobs lustful. But the egg is no lover. It is a hard, wide and long oval shape with a bigger end. A baby has to grow fully inside it and even if the baby were already inside it, it would be no smaller. Jeans next pushes get desperate again, he needs it out so bad. But it only expands his hole slowly.

It goes like this for nearly an hour, until the birth stops again. He is so relieved, he does nothing but breathing and resting for the next couple minutes. But having learned from his mistake, he also takes his time to drink and eat. Despite his knees hurting he doesn’t trust himself to change his position. He legs are spread wide and the egg is heavy hanging out between his ass. He stills feels most of it inside of him, but it is getting less. Almost half of it most be out. Instinctively he rolls his hips from time to time, helping his hole to dilate around the egg. And if it also sends a shiver of pleasure through him, he doesn’t shames himself for this little bit of fun.

—

When the birth starts again, he is ready. He half stands up, getting on his toes and holding on the armrest for dear life. It stills feels weird to move with the egg so overly sensitive noticeable against his insides, but it helps. Right the first push is a big one. He bears down, pushing hard. The egg isn’t moving fast, but steadily. It burns in a good way. He shudders with the grinding against his rim.

When the next contraction and the urge to push are coming, he is almost sure he will get an orgasm. The pushing feels so good. If he just could get a finger between the egg and the skin of his hole and touch himself, if he could twist the knobs a little more, if his fingers and the pressure of the egg could work together, he would feel his insides explodes in a good way. A very good way.

Sadly the boring routine doesn’t let Jean wait for long. The pushing part gets hard again, with the egg not moving much and his strained hole burning of pain. As more of the egg comes out as longer it takes. The circumference shape of the egg remaining inside him gets wider until Jean seriously thinks that the egg is either bigger than all other eggs of the Merpeople or mother nature must really hate his race. No one can’t be able to push such a thing out. Not that he could to stop pushing. The urge to push doesn’t stop. It gets so bad, he can barely breath, only moan and grunt between contractions. He even tries to push without an contraction, but not the slightest progress is made through his best efforts. Whimpering he has to wait and roll his hips and jerk a little up and down until the next contraction hits.

—

There is another break before he gets the egg out fully. But this time he can’t enjoy it. He has to kneel in a very uncomfortable position, because the egg is spreading him so wide. It feels like he is reverse sitting on a chair, straddle-legged, there is a heavy weight on his back and the chair is pushing against him. And to his misfortune he can’t simply stand up and ignore the chair. The chair is like a leech, holding him down. He never knew gravity could be such a bitch. The egg is pulling his whole body down and exerting an immense pressure.

Panting and grunting he slowly rolls his hips and murmuring: “Please, please, please”, like a mad mans mantra. When it doesn’t help against the pressure and the urge to push he strokes his hips and wills his pelvic to thrust out the rest of the egg. He pushes his hands against his side, but only makes the pressure worse.

Finally he gives up, rolling his hips again, giving a soft push from time to time to just do something. It may not help the egg along, but he feels more birthing fluids running along his upper legs. Wisely he drinks the water he got himself before the birth, and before the bottle is empty, he holds the cool surface against his hot and sweaty face. He also uses one of the blankets to clean himself a little bit and, in a distressed attempt to ease the burning a little, he dribs water on one of the blankets and wipes carefully around the egg and his bulging rim. The burning subsides a little and a small jolt of pleasure runs through his lower abdomen. Jean sighs in relief, continuing to roll his hips. Suddenly he has the idea to dip his finger in the water and stroking the sensitive skin of his rim with his finger instead of the rough blanket. It helps even more.

—

At one point he thinks the break takes too long. An hour went by. Anxious he looks for the phone, his only way to call help. It stands in the corridor and is way too far away. He could never walk there. Maybe crawl, if he were really careful. But it would take so much time and he just wants to have the egg finally out.

Deciding to force the contractions to come back, he pulls himself up, legs spread wide. He can’t stand, but he can roll his hips in a erected squatting position and push lightly. It seems to work the trick, as if his body just waited for his permission to continue.

The contraction comes so fast and painful, it takes his breath away. Crying out he bears down and pushes hard. But despite his efforts and the time his hole had to stretch, the egg isn’t crowning much. Something in his head clicks and he realizes that this is the last part. He has almost reached the widest part of the egg and if he gets it out, the birth is over.

Inspired with new energy he waits for the next contraction, pushing down, drawing breath, pushing again. For a while he tries to push in quick, powerful staccatos but the egg still crowns only a little bit at a time. So he gets back to long, intense pushes.

By now the egg moves so slowly, he can’t feel the progress, only knowing rationally that he is making some. The knobs in his hole have expanded the biggest they ever were and making the pushing double sensitive. Even his nipples can feel the painful pressure rolling over him. They are standing up hard from his breast and he would love to take them between his fingers, but at the moment he needs his hands to hold himself up. The knobs are as hard as his nipples. He can feel every jolt, when the widest part of the egg is stretching his insides and rubbing hard against the skin. If the urge to push weren’t so dominant and the pain so omnipresent, he would have had his orgasm long ago.

After a hour of constant pushing he is sure that the egg has actually stopped moving. He is so short before pushing it out completely, but the egg is stuck. A deep desperation settles over him and for a moment he stops to push, just breathing harsh and feeling tears fill his eyes.

“No, no, come on”, he pleads the egg and pushes down as hard as he can.

No progress.

Jean looks to the telephone. Why didn’t he build his birthing nest on the hallway near his fucking only source of help? Because he must be an idiot. He really doesn’t know what to do when the next contraction hits him. He tries to think, but his body punishes him for not pushing, the urge getting so intensive and unbearable he lets out a long moan ending in a sob.

Maybe he has to stand up? But how? The egg is hanging out too much, holding his legs wide open and no force could push it back in. With a lot of care he can walk like a crab. As the contraction ends he does exactly this and turn himself around to grasp after the edge of the table, which is slightly higher than the armrest. He still can’t stand up, but he comes a little higher and can stick his bottom out. It hurts a lot more to not let the egg hang, but heaving it higher. He thinks it must almost look funny, as if the egg is fucking him in the ass. Well, it does feel a little like it.

With the next contraction he pushes in the direction his ass is pointing. It is giving the egg more space and him a new downward movement so he can use to push harder. After half of the contraction he is swearing and grunting under his breath. It feels like the egg is crowing, but not moving out, just turning itself a little and exerting more pressure against his insides. Jean stops for a moment, breathing in and then pushing again. A flash of pleasure is setting his nerves on fire and even if the egg doesn’t move, he still has to push to get more of this feeling.

Suddenly he is right on verge of the orgasm. Through the turning the egg found a place deep inside him, where all the pleasure seems to come together. He didn’t even knew he had this place. All of his knobs are hard and throbbing. The shell of the egg is constantly touching them, pressing and rubbing against them. And there is this one point. The widest part of the egg is pressing against the spot and even as the contraction ends, it still feels as if someone is actively stimulating it.

Jean cries out with the next contraction. Instinctively he goes back to a squatting position and right with the beginning of the hard push, the egg crowns and turns a little more, hits the spot exactly right, and sends him over the cliff. He gasps, having no control over himself anymore and sinks to his knees. Spasm over spasm runs over him, as the orgasm takes full control and lets him moan the loudest he ever has. It is unbelievable intense, painful and the egg moving inside him with every breath prolongs the orgasm with rub after rub.

Tears are leaving his eyes as the orgasm slowly finds it end. There is just one problem; the egg is still hanging out of him. The orgasm may have made the contraction stronger than ever, but he had no power and concentration to push.

Limply he is now sitting on his knees, his hands have falling down and only touching the legs of the table. He sobs a little and it it as much the leftover pleasure of the orgasm as it is utter despair. The fucking egg is still not out and he doesn’t know where he shall find the strength to push again.

Unmindful as ever the next contraction rolls around and lets him cry gravely. He sobs his way through the pain and pressure, feeling the urge to push stronger than ever. He even tries to give some easy pushes, but the egg doesn’t even react to them. It is still stuck in his hole, rock hard and unyielding. He tries to grab it, pull it out of him, but his hands find no footing on the smooth shell. It its too big to surround it with his hands and when he pushes again, it still doesn’t move.

His last birthing position was good, but not good enough. He looks around himself, unwilling to move, because the egg is still pressing against his most pleasurable spots and tempting them. Another orgasm and he might faint, with no help coming to his rescue. And with the possibility to break the egg, if he hits the floor wrong. Even after all the pain he still feels weirdly protective of the egg, if only because it is his future income.

He tries to think fast and not to push until he has a solution. But it is so hard not to push. Especially if he rolls his hips again, making the egg move and giving new pressure to his hole. “Please, just come out. Please!”, he whimpers quietly.

With as much strength as he has left, Jean pulls himself up again. He spreads his legs, making room for the egg, not outright squatting, but having his knees a little buckle in. It is not a good position, but the contraction gets more intense and so does the pressure. He hopes so bad, if he just pushes hard enough, the egg will come out. The widest part is already stretching his hole, filling it up fully. He just knows that there is no wider part. He would feel it. This is the last obstacle.

He doesn’t push right to the beginning of the contraction. Despite the demanding urge he waits for the highest peak and then he bears down hard. He pushes and pushes and yes, yes, it gives a little, the egg id definitely crowing. He clenches his teeth and gives it his all.

But still, the egg is stuck. He groans as the contraction ends and puts one hand on the egg, stroking it carefully. He tries to look down on it, but his belly is in the way. But he sees another thing. Or rather, he doesn’t see it. There is no birthing pillow, only the hard floor, cause the stupid thing is laying directly in front of the sofa. If the egg came out now, it would drop on the floor and probably shatter. Jean gulps terrified. He really, really didn’t think about this.

Now he has no other choice than ignoring the next contraction and breathing through it. He can’t give the egg even the slightest push. Tears are filling his eyes again.

As soon as the contraction is over, he turns around, waddling back to the sofa like a pregnant crab and grabbing after the armrest fast. He looks down. Yes, the birthing pillow is laying right there now. No matter from which height the egg falls down, it will land safe and secure. He gets two last deep breaths, than he is pushing again.

Maybe his body knew the whole time. Finally he has the security to get the egg out. He can already feeling it move, as he bears down and then, in the middle of a strong push, the egg crowns for the last time. It is such an intense sensation, Jean stops shortly and screams. His hole is burning like fire and stretching and opening up. He gets the scream under control, breaths in, holds his breath and pushes again. He is visibly going down, pushing and straining and pushing again. And suddenly, the egg slides out.

—

In the secounds which follow, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The pain stops abruptly, the burning doesn’t, but it gets less, and there is no pressure and no contraction he has to push into. He breaths out. His head spins.

Very, very carefully he goes on his knees. And there, between his knees on the birthing pillow lays the egg. Smooth, white, crusted with birthing fluids and blood. For the first time he can really see it and as he lays his hands on it, it feels exactly like it did, while it was still hanging out of him. It is warm, thick and so, so big. He has seen Mer-Eggs before. Some were as big as this, but it is a completely different thing since he had to push it out himself. Tears are running down his cheeks, but it is neither pain nor pleasure nor frustration, he just feels so proud and full of love. For a moment he wants to take the egg in his arms and run away with it. It is his egg after all. He helped it grow for three months and he took hours to push it out. His beloved little baby.

Then he shakes his head.

This is not his egg and as soon as he can move again, he will walk to the phone and call the Hope Center. They will take the egg with them and give him his money. Very easy, very fast.

He just needs another moment. He can’t walk, so he strokes the egg and tries to hold it warm with his full body. God, it is so beautiful. Very, very slowly he bends down and kisses it. It smells weird, but familiar. Like him. Like his baby. But soon it will be someone else baby. Loved, sheltered and nurtured.

Well, life sucks. Not that Jean hasn’t known before, but at this point in his life, he really fells it. He just has turned 120, a really good age for a Merman in the pacific ocean. He is training three times a week, eating only the healthiest seafood and breathing the finest oxygen, since he managed to find a apartment in the golden reef. Of course, before he moved in, he had brought his mom her own house – a small, but magnificent shell in rose and gold tones like the city around it and all the furniture had been grown naturally. Jean doesn’t care that he only could buy human trash furniture for himself.

By Poseidon, has he worked for this success! After growing up with only his mom, who struggled to work as a peal collector, and living in a cave far outside the city, he has worked so hard. Never again he wanted to share a sticky cave with the scum of the MerWorld, with children, who would never see a school inside or with junkies, living of cheap, but high of oxygen fishblood.

And now, he has lost his job. They hired a younger stuntman. Not that he looks younger than Jean or is in any way better, but he gets paid less and is satisfied anyway.

All Jean has left is a small amount of his savings, his apartment and his mom, who worries sick about him. Despite the humiliation and the worry about his future, worrying his mom is the worst. Technically she doesn’t worry yet. She would need to know about his problems to worry, but he can’t tell her. She has protected him enough for two lifetimes, it is his duty now to let her live the rest of her life in peace.

In the end, the decision isn’t hard to make. He needs time to orientate himself new, but time is money and this, he hasn’t.

Jean decides against working a hard and time consuming job. Neither is he desperate enough to sell his body, but right beside his apartment, there is this building. Center of Hope it is called. Some call it a weird place, some even demonstrate against it, but for others it really is hope itself.

If a Merman or a Mermaid is healthy, and it really doesn’t matter, if the Mer identifies as Merman or Mermaid, the Mer produces once a month one to three eggs inside their body. They can feel it, a pang and the sensation of their body working. And then, after a few days, very small and hard eggs come out, hardly bigger than a fingernail.

There are two openings on the backside of a Mer’s fin. One is for natural excrements and one is for pleasure. It’s hard for a Mer to feel pleasure, they can only use their hands and their tongue to give others a sweet sensation, but if they do, it’s fantastic. The entrance of their pleasured opening and the inside, which is only a small room, are plastered with sensitive skin and little knobs. With enough care and desire, some of the rubs swell and get overly sensitive, until a shuddering orgasm occurs.

That’s also the exit for the eggs. It happens monthly, at least for a complete healthy working creature. But not everyone has it this easy. Some never produce eggs. Others can’t get them out without medical help and nearly die of all the garbage filling up their bodies, and some never get to the second stage of fertility.

Occasionally it happens by accident. A Mer without the right access to balanced food eats the wrong stuff for too long. A rich, but desperate Mer eating too much to make himself happy. And suddenly, their body works different. It doesn’t let the eggs go, but holds onto one or more and fills them up with nutriments for three months. They grow until they are around 40 centimeters long, 35 centimeters broad on their widest point. They have a rather pointed top and are getting wider every centimeter, but don’t get much smaller after reaching their widest part.

If such a egg is born, it’s ready for fertilization. Over ten weeks it grows a full functioning Merbaby inside, until the baby is ready to hatch and be as autonomous as most of their more fishy relatives are.

Jean, in his desperate attempt to hold onto his usual life, decides to give a couple his egg. The center pays well, the couple will pay him too and really, he can spare an egg. He just needs these three months too look for a new job.

Besides, once he got over the first trial, the center starts to pay him in foods and gives another apartment, where he can spend the months in peace. He wants to do it mostly without medical care, he is healthy after all, and no one shall know. Not his mom nor his friends nor any future employer he may have. He just wants to be left alone and get money for it, it’s the ideal deal.

As he soon finds out, it’s a little more complicated than this. One week after the trial he moves in his new apartment, but it doesn’t lay in the golden reef or a little outside, nope, when his doctor brings him there, the fucking apartment is on a island. Over the water. In the human realms. Jean is… surprised. He had never been much over water. He doesn’t like the sensation of his body losing it scales and growing bones, muscles and skin instead. It takes days, it burns and it takes even longer to redeem the situation.

The doctor jerks his shoulders, when he hisses a “wtf!” at him.

He gets told, what he already knows. Giving birth to a egg is hard work. Most Mer’s never reach the third month, cause then they wouldn’t be able to actually get the egg out. It’s big and heavy and although a fin has a lot of muscles, it doesn’t has them in their secound hole. The Mer may struggle for days without getting the egg out, if they wait too long to induce the birth. But a smaller egg also means a smaller baby. Maybe even a sickly baby or a baby unable to swim and breath or eat. It’s hard to become a parent under water.

But over water they get legs and more muscles than they are able to count. Their pelvic grows together with the egg and may be even able to let it out after over three months. Of course it’s not a good idea to push their luck. And who knows if such wide hips ever disappear again.

It’s not complete identical with human biology. No breasts are grown, even if the Mer looks famine. Also no penis for the manly representatives of their species. Both bodily entrances/exits are staying. The one for natural proceedings moves between the Mer’s legs, the one for pleasure and birth moves between the two rounded cheeks humans are calling ass. Having an ass, legs and feet is a weird thing, but nothing against the imagine to lay an egg like this. Jean nearly wants to disappear together with his scales and let the contract be contract, but by now he told his mom he takes a vacation on this island to practice for some serious difficult stunts, he has to do in a few months. And could she please let him alone for awhile? Of course she could. She wishes him best luck and tells him how proud she is.

Jean is screwed.

…

But at first it isn’t so bad. Of course he has to get used to another gravity and moving on fucking legs, but he has time to write applications. After a while he finds fun in reading human literature. Who knew, humans had a sense of humour and could be open minded. And, some of them could prepare fish really well. He would never become a fan of cooked stuff, but sushi? Awesome. He ate all variants of sushi for a week and just stopped, cause he found out about human salads. He asked for landly ingredients and mixed everything together. Just because he could. Bananas with tuna and carrots? Better than dining in Poseidons own halls. Certainly the egg was also okay with it. It grew, the shell got thick and sturdy and his blood levels were great. He didn’t needed the weird human ultrasonics to knew how fine the egg became, he could feel it moving with his steps and sooner than later he got full with it. He also thanked whoever was listening, that it was only one egg. Otherwise his only choice were to stay in bed and not move until the birth. Screw his doctor, who said exercise was essential. At one point he had a four pound egg inside him.

Two weeks before his third month he wanted the birth to finally start. But someone, probably the egg itself, was joking with him. The egg let him waiting. One day over his due date he taught about running a marathon if it would start labour. Three days over his due date he actually tried to jog on the beach, but stopped wheezing after a few meters and lay in the sand until he was sure his heart wouldn’t give up. On the sixth day after his due date he cried for two hours and called his mom, but when he heard her voice he hung up and told himself to be a real grown up, who could do this.

Jean had decided to not have support with him. He just get a number for emergency’s, but vowed to himself to never call. Birth was embarrassing enough without people watching him. It may have been a mistake.

Then, on day eight, the labour started and his life finally went to hell.

—

The first contractions he barely notices. His back arches, his pelvis burns and probably screams a little every time he breaths, but that’s not new. The egg is laying low since days. The once perfect rounded shape of his belly hangs low and feels more like a not supported sack hanging on him than a pregnant belly. Thank Poseidon he was never vain. He would have smashed every mirror by now.

In the evening, when he attempts to peaceful read a book on the sofa, his water breaks. The breaking itself doesn’t hurt, but the egg falling without puffer on his pelvic is a sensation of pain and pressure he can’t describe. Suddenly there it is. A long, deep contraction, while he tries to stand up. But he only manages to whimper and a few tears fill up his eyes. Despite his wishing he doesn’t feel ready for it. The labour of a Mer is long process and not out of the same reasons a human one is. There is a cervix to open and an uterus to get in position, but it gets fast. But pushing the egg out, that is another story.

Jean whimpers his way through the first contraction. He doesn’t try to stand up again yet. Instead he leans forward and breaths carefully. It takes five minutes until the next contraction starts. It hurts as if someone is hitting his pelvic with a sledgehammer. His breathing stocks, but slowly he gets his composure back until he can actually breath against the pain. It’s a piece of power he can give himself and it helps a lot.

He waits a few more contractions until he thinks he has the breathing trick out. Then he stands up, helping himself with grabbing the sofa’s backrest. If he thought moving was difficult before, now it is a challenge. The egg is laying so low and is constantly easing it’s way in his birth canal. He just can’t move normal anymore. He has to lean his legs a little apart for walking. His greatest wish is to not having to move anymore, but he doesn’t has a choice. He needs supplies for the labour. Food, water for drinking and cleaning himself, some towels and the birthing pillow. If the leg falls down, it has to land somewhere safe.

Getting his supplies together takes him over an hour. At first he has to stop every five minutes, but soon, too soon, it’s four minutes, than three. Three months ago he made the mistake to store the birthing pillow somewhere far up. He stretches to get it, but in this moment a contraction hits him and instead of standing up, he has to sink down on his knees, a low grunt escaping his mouth. He leans his head on the cool door of the wall and half grunts and half breaths his way through the contraction. He nearly could feel it. The urge to push. Fucking damnit.

When the contraction is over, he fells very delicate in his movements. The egg is shifting and boring in his birth canal. It’s nearly there. It had never felt this huge before. How the hell should he ever push it out? Seriously.

He gathers his supplies in the living room. He has the sofa, table and a sturdy cupboard for support, if he wishes to take the pushing stage standing. But he tried a few positions before and decided to kneel and squat in front of the sofa would be best. He also could lay his head on the cushions and just close his eyes for a few minutes. He would need it later. But first he opens one of his five water bottles, drinks a few thirsty sips and then eats some algas. All while sitting on a dumb birthing ball, rolling around and helping his hips easing the egg along. Another point for the humans. Having a moveable and soft object under him helps a lot.

His breathing grows harsher. Suddenly he groans into a extra mean contraction. The one you feel in your whole spine, while everything contracts at once. Uterus, pelvic, birth canal, every damn muscle. He nearly falls from the ball, because he can’t hold himself anymore. “Fuck!” The table is his savior.

The next contraction is only a minute away, maybe not even a full minute. The urge to push is overwhelming, but he knows he needs a contraction. He can’t stand up quickly, but he tries his best. It is only a meter to the sofa, but whimpering he goes around it. The pain makes him feel different, but logically he knows that gravity is the best what can happen to him. So he stands behind the sofa, grabbing on the backseat and waiting.

The contraction starts small, it’s a pain flowing around his uterus. Then it hits his pelvic. He closes his eyes and breaths fast, but deeply. No pushing yet, give your body more time; he thinks and still fells like something will split him in half too soon. For the duration of one full minute he manages to stand upright and just breath. The last breathing comes together with a heartfelt whimper. Even when the pain eases, it’s still there. His knees shake.

Two more contractions, than it’s too much. The egg definitely wants out and his body has the same opinion, ready or not. He holds his breath and squats down. Pushing and bearing down go hand in hand. It’s a great feeling to finally be able to push, but damn, it still hurts.

Jean doesn’t trust his legs to stand up again, but he pulls himself up anyway. Well, a little. It feels more fulfilling to combine the pushing with a down movement. Maybe it helps, maybe it doesn’t, he can’t feel the egg moving much. The secound contraction and his groan is already equal parts pain and frustration. This will be fun.

Half an hour later the egg reached the part of the birth canal, formerly known as a place of delight. Even now, in all the pain and misery, Jean notices a new sensation as the hard shell of the egg rubs against the small knobs. There is a hint of pleasure. Jeans breaths out harsh and rolls his hip once. The sensation doesn’t get more, but it is there.

He is still pushing hard with every contraction. They are long contractions and he tries to push through them, but only gets as far, before he has to catch some air and then pushes again. He gives up to pull himself up after the contractions. He is too deep focused to even think about it. Inside of him is only the urge to push the hard, throbbing pressure away. But thanks to the new sensation he can actually feel the egg moving millimeter for millimeter. Each push is only a small success.

By now it fills his whole pelvic, but still, the widest part is not through. But then, Jean is grabbing the back of the sofa so hard his knuckles are white, the egg reaches his entrance and pushes against the rim of his hole. It’s almost sudden, he doesn’t has time to brace himself. The top of the egg pushes hard against his hole, the pain gets unbearable, all the while the sensitive skin and the knobs shot a flash through him. An uncontrollable sob escapes him and he sinks to his knees. He can’t hold himself up anymore for dear life. This new, burning pressure is too much. He can’t push anymore and just sobs until the contraction subsides.

He got far too little air, his head is spinning. Jeans does quick little breaths, his whole body is heaving. And with every movement the egg is pondering against his hole.

He gets one last deep breath before the next contraction hits him. Still on his knees he pushes as hard as he can, but it’s no use. He can feel how he shoves the top of the egg against the entrance, but it’s not opening up. The top if too wide to just peak out. So he pushes and pushes. He leans his head against the sofa, spreads his legs and is slipping a little more down. Uncontrollable noises are coming out of his throat, ending in a deep and painful groan. “Please, please go out”, he murmurs desperate.

Against his will he has to get in a squatting position again. He bites his lips so hard, it bleeds a little, as the next contraction hits. But still no use. It takes minutes, until the egg finally opens up his hole enough to peak out. The pressure gets worse. It burns. But Jean feels proud somehow. When the contraction ends, the egg is sliding a little bit back in, but still, when he lets his hand sink between his legs and touches his hole, he can feel the tip of the egg. It is really smooth and hard.

Carefully he tries to push a finger in his hole beside the egg, wondering why he hasn’t taught about opening himself up before. Sadly it doesn’t work as intended. Instead of opening himself up, the egg slides a bit back again. He grunts frustrated. At least his finger lets a small wave of pleasure dribble over him. Before he can explore more, another contraction rolls on and instinctively he bears down again. His teeth may crunch against each other, but the egg is finally coming another bit out.

His hole is so full, even with only three centimeter of the egg out. The pushing helps less and less. He grunts and instead of pushing long and steady, he tries to push short and hard. A little bit more comes out. Fatigue is tugging on him.

His body seems to sense his exhaustion. After the last contraction ends, no one follows. Jean waits surprised, his breathing is evening out. It takes him a while to realize, what is happening. He doesn’t dare to move. The pain is gone for now, but the pressure is still there. No wonder, there is a egg peaking out of his hole. But evolution did a nice trick for the birthing process of Mer’s. Of cause, it is also agony, but it helps. The contractions stop for a hour or longer. The Mer has time to eat, drink and sleep to collect strength. It also gives their entrenches time to stretch around the egg and get used to it, before more of it comes out. Depending on how big the egg is, the birth stops from two to six times. Jean just hopes he gets over with this quick.

A little problem ensure. He is at the back of the sofa. His supplies are at the front. So is the birthing pillow and all of his possibilities for a comfortable nap. Very, very careful he gets up, letting his legs wide and his pelvic hanging low. “Please stay there…”, he begs the egg and slowly does a step. What he wasn’t prepared for was the egg moving against his inside and sending a real jolt of pleasure through him this time. The pressure doesn’t hinder the pleasure, it only makes it more intensive. He groans long and again rolls his hips. But he knows he can’t bring himself to an orgasm now, not without destroying his birthing progress. The pleasure has to wait. Maybe later. Maybe in a month or two, when his inside don’t feel like bursting anymore. And when every step is not a painful waddle anymore.

Arriving on the right side, he can’t even fall down like he wants to. He has to sink down cautious. It already feels like the egg went further inside. That’s at least two contractions to catch up with his former progress. He sniffs a little, lays his head on his arms and tries to breath the feelings away. He isn’t hungry yet, but closing his eyes for a second feels so good. It will start up again soon enough. Too curious for his own good he touches the tip of the egg again and just holding his hand there for a while. It’s not his egg. He doesn’t has a partner to get a real child out of this. But somehow this really makes him feel things.  

it’s not weird at all!!! this is super cute omg i hope i did it justice jskfhys

___“Hey, darling, do you  – ah – want to lie down …?”Rem’s knees are trembling as hard as Kahim’s behind him, although the reason is rather different. They have been fucking for what must be hours now, Kahim’s belly filled to the brim with eggs, desperate to let them all finally go. Rem had been on a trip into the woods, visiting Leto, Kai and Fyn to deliver some clothes, and it had taken longer than expected because a thunderstorm had forced him to change his plans. He had already known that Kahim was due pretty soon, and his anxiety for his lover had made the wait even more agonizing. Kahim’s breaths are short and shallow, his movements still urgent even though exhaustion is threatening to bring him to his knees (only in a manner of speaking, because that’s literally the position they’re in right now). His legs are shaking from the sheer effort of staying upright, and he pushes his ovipositor into rem in quick, messy thrusts. He already put most of his eggs into Rem’s womb, but there are still a significant number of them left, and Rem knows Kahim’s strength is coming to an end. Since he hasn’t gotten an answer from his lover yet, he thinks that maybe he didn’t hear him well enough with his face halfway pressed into a cushion. Rem tries to get into a more upright position, just as another egg presses it’s way agonizingly slow past his prostate to join the others, and his knees buckle, he’s suddenly so close to the edge-“Babe, ah, Kah- hh, Kahim, let’s lie down, come on, you’re so tired already-”Kahim shudders, and suddenly there’s a slender body pressed along Rem’s back, and he feels Kahim’s heart racing and how his hands are twitching.“Rem, love … I’m … I can’t … just- just one more …”He sounds broken and hoarse, sweat dripping from his cold forehead. Rem whines at that, the weight of his lover pressing down on him, making his upper body fall back onto the bench he’s propped against. He shouldn’t have let Kahim alone in this state, he’s still so overwhelmed by his hormones and his instincts to breed. He can’t help but feel very turned on by Kahim’s urgency, even though he knows he should feel bad.“Kahim, dear, I, ah, ahh, I feel your bel- belly,” Rem starts, panting hard because there’s another egg, fuck, he’s almost there, eyes pressed close and fingers tightening into the pillow. “There are still- by the spirits, fuck- there are still some left, we have to lie you down.”Kahim wimpers at that, but his movements slow down, and after some moments he’s panting against Rem’s neck, body shuddering and twitching while he keeps his hips still. “Good, very good, you’re so good for me,” Rem breathes heavilly and tries to collect himself as well. Kahim whimpers again, hands clutching at Rem’s arms and chest.“I … don’t know if I can move …” he whispers, and Rem smiles because gods, that’s so hot. He manages to manoeuvre Kahim into their sleeping corner somehow, which was quite the quest considering his own wobbly legs and his freshly swollen belly. But as soon as Kahim is lying between the cushions and blankets he grips Rem’s arm with a strength he didn’t expect him to still have, and pulls him down so Rem’s back faces his chest again. “Ah, Kahim-”The breeder enters him again with quick thrusts, and Rem presses back instinctively, and lifts a leg to let his love penetrate him even deeper.“So good, so strong, Kahim, ah, fuck me, agh, uh, you’re doing so well, fill me up with your clutch-”Kahim breathes hard into his ear, trembling arms wrapped around Rem’s leg and chest, and he fucks Rem hard and fast with uneven, urgent thrusts. More eggs are making their way into Rem’s body and the incubator keens and begs, pants and moans while his hands roam over the body behind him and over his own big belly. “Yes, right there, ah, ah, ah, oh fuck, Kahim, breed me, breed me my love-”Then Rem’s eyes turn back into his skull as there are suddenly two, three eggs pushing into him, and he’s so full, oh gods, and he comes violently after ages of feeling he was right on the edge. Kahim lets out a broaken moan into his hair, and then he’s coming too which means that, by the spirits, finally all the eggs are gone. They grip whatever they can hold onto, their bodies, the blankets under them, shaking and twitching through their orgasms, and if Rem already feels like he’s gonna pass out, he doesn’t wanna know how Kahim feels right now.

Part 1

This labour was an awful lot longer than the last, even for all their training. And poor Pip seemed compelled to move restlessly through it this time, both of his lovers supporting him on either side as he walked slowly through the gripping pains, hoping gravity would make the process quicker.

“Need t-to get this b-b-baby out of me,” Philip gasped as a fierce contraction seized him and stole his strength, leaving Theo and Georges as the only thing stopping him from falling, “Ohhhh help me…”

“Oh, my poor boy,” Theo wept, hating seeing him like this, “You can’t fight it, it just has to happen.”

“But it huuuurts,” Philip sobbed, the pain finally letting him go as he went limp.

“I know,” Georges moaned, equally distressed, “But it’ll be worth it, mon chou, remember how wonderful it was to watch our baby boys break through their shell and we got to see their beautiful faces? Didn’t that make all the hurt worth it?”

Philip gave a little groan, “I’d like to see you saying that if it was your anus getting stretched out by a watermelon sized egg…” but as always his boyfriend knew just what to say. He was right. No matter how much it hurt, Pip was a father and he would get his beloved babies here safely. No matter the cost.

“I need to keep moving,” he murmured shakily, finding his feet again. He just had to hang on until he could push this pain out of him. Then it would be better.

***

It wasn’t much better.

Transition stopped Philip’s pacing, grounded him to the bed, writhing and screaming his way through the contractions that were now so bad he felt like an invisible hand was trying to squeeze him so hard he simply burst.

His face was red, his legs splayed wide as the enormous egg made its horrifically slow and painful journey into his birth canal ready for his pushes to take over. If he had any strength left at all to do that after the battering his body was taking.

“Please t-tell me I can…uunghh, p-push?” he begged through his tears to Theo who was crouched in between his thighs, worriedly examining his slackened, swollen, puffy anus.

“Not just yet, my beloved,” Georges sighed when Theo gave a slight shake of her head, “Just a little more.”

Philip sobbed frustratedly, trying to squirm even though he was pinned by his huge, heaving belly and the awkward position his labour forced him into.

“Why did I say I’d do this again?” he wailed before another contraction hit him full force and all he could do was scream and crush Georges hand.

Another hour dragged past, of Philip shrieking and bucking in pain, begging to be allowed to push and get this over with, only to have to endure yet more mounting pressure as his lover’s support grew more hollow and thin.

Eventually, Theo gave a shaky sigh of relief as she withdrew her fingers from the winking, pulsing star of Philip’s puckered anus, “Fully dilated! You can push now, baby, they’re ready to come.”

Philip cried with relief, even as the raw terror of having to actually bear down and try and force this thing out of his body reared its head. But at least it was something to do, rather than be utterly helpless to the pain.

There was no hesitation when Theo asked him if he was ready to try and push, he set his jaw determinedly and nodded.

“I think we need a better position than on your back, mon chou, it didn’t work last time,” Georges stroked his hair soothingly, “Would you like to kneel, I’ll hold you up?”

Philip nodded quickly, “Don’t care. Gotta push. Contraction coming.”

They moved into position as fast as possible, ready for when the pain came and Philip screwed up his gentle face as tight as possible, straining until he saw stars behind his eyelids, his cheeks going red as he threw everything he had into the first push of his labour.

And by the time he broke off for air, Philip had changed his mind about being excited to push.

***

Theo felt a little ill as she knelt behind Philip, peering up between his quivering, blushed red ass cheeks and saw the sheer size of the egg that had to pass them, the stark comparison between the small flared entrance Philip’s body provided and the enormous egg pressing against it.

Georges tried to soothe him as best he could, stroking his hair and kissing his sweat and tear streaked face and telling him how brave and beautiful he was, but it didn’t seem to do much good. Philip was wild with pain and fear, fighting his body as it made him bear down, scared of the pain but wanting so badly for this torture to end, caught helplessly between the two. His asshole felt like it was about to tear completely as the egg somehow found its way to nearly crowning and then it only became more clear that he could never pass this huge thing, there just wasn’t the space, he wasn’t strong enough.

He’d failed his baby.

“It’s stretching me too wide!” Pip shrieked, his voice high and strained, cracking in terror, “I can’t! I can’t I can’t I can’t…”

“Philip!” Georges cut across his hysterics with a firm, loving bark, seizing his face in his hands, “Baby, look at me!”

The haze in the poor young man’s eyes lifted a little.

“We love you so, so much, Philip,” Georges murmured, shaken but certain of his words, “You can do this, no way would we let you even try if we didn’t think you could! But you must stop fighting your body my love, you must work with it, let it guide you and our baby will come.”

Theo felt more tears run down her dark cheeks as she stroked Philip’s back, letting him know he had support and love on all sides.

Somehow, it was enough. Pip nodded limply, looking utterly exhausted but he still had some strength left and he was willing to give it.

He opted for leaning further forward, burying his face in the sheets and fisting his hands in the blankets to try and muffle the inevitable screams and howls. His stuffed, swollen ass shoved into the air, Theo could get her hands on what little of the egg’s slick white shell was visible and try and tug on it a little, edge the tight, cherry red ring of his anus back to help the exit. Pip could sweat and curse and shriek as much as he needed, the egg’s path was clear. They were as ready as it was possible to be.

“Okay, Philip, you wonderful man,” Georges’ voice trembled with awe and love for the father of his babies, “Deep breath. Be brave. And…push!”

Philip did, loudly and painfully, with white knuckled fists, biting down on a clump of the blanket underneath him. “Mmmmmmmnnnnnngggghhhhuh!” The push was intense and had every scrap of strength left in Philip’s thin, small body. And it worked! The egg moved into a full crown, pulling Philip’s hole wide to breaking point.

“Okay Pip, okay. Stop pushing, let it stretch!” Theo begged, eyes wide.

But Philip couldn’t stop now, if he stopped now he’d never start again, he had to push, he had to strain, he had to shove this egg out of his ass before his body failed.

So he sucked in a raw breath and bore down again, roaring as the egg moved, feeling fire burn in his anus.

“Hmmmnnnnnngggggghhhhhhaaaahhhhhhh. AHHH. Oh god, it’s stretching me so wide. Ow. Ow. Ow. It’s moving though, I think. Again. One, two, nnnnngggfffffffuuuuuccccckkkkk! FUCK! OW OW OWWWW! Oh god it’s too big! It won’t come! It…ah, ah, ah…Mffgghhuh, need…to…push…can’t…hold…on!”

Philip’s whole body tensed with every bone shaking push, every spike of pain, his toes curling, his body burning with effort and heat. Long, sustained pushes than only guttered out when he lost oxygen. Short, intense pushes that made him feel like his teeth would shatter. Philip did everything he could, he fought to birth his egg.

“Baby! You’ll tear, please be careful!” Theo gasped tearfully but it was like he couldn’t hear her pleas, lost in the throes of childbirth, giving himself over to his primal instincts to push and push and push no matter the cost.

“HHHNNGGGGUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HMMMMMNNNGGGGGHHHHAAH!”

Philip’s last scream felt like it shook the room around them, a series of small tears appeared in his anus so the egg finally slid out streaked with a little blood. But it was out. It was out and that was all that mattered.

***

The next hour, of cleaning and changing the sheets and bathing the egg and painkillers and water were all a blur to Philip, he remembered nothing.

What would stick with him was the moment he found himself wrapped in his favourite blanket, his egg in his arms, his lovers fawning over him, all the pain so far away.

And he remembered why he’d agreed to give birth again, it really was worth it.