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Summary: What if the big bad wolf saved Little Red Riding Hoodâs grandmother from a robbery?Â
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains extremely explicit content involving pregnancy and childbirth...
I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^
"The cramping's almost goneâ just little flutters nowâ" She pressed her palm against her belly and winced at a small tightening beneath her hand. "The afterbirth should come any secondâ I can feel it startingâ"
"Tell me what you need, my little redâ"
"Just be ready to catch itâ it shouldn't take muchâ hnnghâ"
She bore down gently, expecting the soft slide of the placenta, but what came instead made her scream. A pup slid out of her in a wet gush, smaller than the first three but still big, still impossibly big for what she thought was an empty womb, and she stared down at herself in shock. "Ohâ oh Godâ that's notâ that's not the afterbirthâ"
"That's a pupâ" Garrick's voice cracked, his golden eyes wide, his ears pressing flat against his head. "Scarletâ there's another oneâ"
"I didn'tâ I didn't knowâ ohhh Godâ"
He grabbed the fourth pup, wet and squalling, and placed it beside the others, but her belly was already clenching again, the skin pulling tight before she could catch her breath.
"Hnnngghhâ ohhhâ ohhh Godâ it's starting againâ" She grabbed his arm and pushed, her body bearing down without her permission, her legs shaking violently. The fifth pup crowned fast, her pussy still stretched and open from the first three, and it eased out in a slow wet gush that made her sob. "HAAAAHHHâ it's comingâ it's comingâ"
"I've got itâ I've got itâ" He caught the fifth pup as it slid free, warm and wet and squalling, and placed it with the others, his hands slick with fluid, his tail lashing behind him.
"Ohhhâ ohhh Godâ is that allâ please tell me that's allâ" Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling, but her belly was already tightening again and she could feel another one pressing low against her cervix.
"Scarletâ I can see another oneâ"
"Noâ noâ I can'tâ hnnngghhâ" She bore down hard, her fingers digging into the rug, her leg pressing against his shoulder, and the sixth pup crowned in a gush of fluid, her pussy stretching wide around it. "HAAAAHHHâ ohhh Godâ it won't stopâ they won't stop comingâ"
"Keep going, my loveâ you're doing itâ"
She pushed and the head slid free, then the shoulders in one long stretch, and she screamed as the torso followed, the pup slipping out of her in a wet rush. "Ohhhâ ohhhâ pleaseâ please be the last oneâ"
Garrick caught the sixth pup and placed it with the others, six pups now nestled against each other on the rug, all squalling, all wet, all alive. His hands were shaking and his breath came in ragged gasps and he looked at her with wide golden eyes.
Her belly had deflated more, the enormous globe reduced to a softer curve, but it was still clenching, still tightening, and she sobbed when she felt it. "Noâ noâ there's another oneâ I can feel itâ there's another oneâ"
"Hoooâ hooo hoooâ" She panted, trying to gather herself, but the contraction was already building and her body was already bearing down. "Hnnngghhâ HAAAAHHHâ"
The seventh pup crowned slower than the last, her body exhausted, her pushes weaker, but it came all the same, her pussy stretching around the head in a slow wet slide. "Ohhh Godâ it's so slowâ it's coming so slowâ"
"I can see it, my loveâ you're almost thereâ"
She pushed again and the head slid free, fluid gushing out around it, and she gasped for breath before bearing down one more time. The shoulders came in a long stretch and the torso followed and the seventh pup slid into Garrick's waiting hands, wet and warm and squalling.
"It's hereâ it's here, Scarletâ"
"Ohhhâ ohhh Godâ" She sagged against the rug, her whole body shaking, her legs trembling so hard they shook against his shoulder. "Pleaseâ please tell me that's allâ pleaseâ"
Her belly had deflated visibly, the enormous globe reduced to a softer, smaller curve against the rug, the skin loose where it had been stretched so taut. She was trembling all over, her legs shaking, her breasts still leaking, her pussy swollen and aching and stretched beyond anything she thought possible.
"Hoooâ hooo hoooâ" She panted, trying to catch her breath, her hand resting on her deflated belly. "Please let that be allâ pleaseâ"
Then her belly cramped again and she sobbed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "Noâ noâ not another oneâ I can'tâ I can't do another oneâ"
----
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Gonna ask for oviposition/egg laying if no one's done that yet
All things egg are absolutely top tierđŠ he'd be full all the time if he could (and like he COULD but that wouldn't be very practical unfortunately đ)
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I wish I was whelping a huge litter of 20 pups in someoneâs lap right now⌠Iâm in heat again⌠I need to make babies so bad omg⌠my cock is aching and my pussy is too empty⌠Iâm gonna get so fucking knocked up omg someone use me as a breeding animal pleaseeeeeee⌠omg I have to make babies so bad right fucking now
Leo and Jason, first son Luke 5, then Jamie 3, then twins Annie and Elise 1
You can read the other parts here and here :)
**
âYou ok?â
Leo nods, shooing Jason away. âIâm fine, go coach.â
Jason huffs, but doesnât leave until after placing a kiss on the top of Leoâs head and the other soccer moms watch in awe, envy, surpriseâŚhe doesnât even want to know.Â
The brisk winter chill brushes past him and he shivers, wrapping his coat tighter around himself. He hadnât realized soccer was a winter sport, not that he would have changed his mind if heÂ
 known. Jason had been so excited for sign ups. Surprisingly, Luke too.Â
Heâs watching diligently as Jason and the other coach demonstrate kicking the ball back and forth with each other. Itâs their first practice, and several of the kids are already playing in the grass, but Jason is so cute in his little coaches outfit that Leo doesnât mind sitting here for an hour or so with the kids.Â
Luke comes up and Jason lightly kicks the ball to him. He somehow manages to kick the ball back, a huge grin on his face, minus his two front teeth. He lost those a week ago.Â
âPapa!â
Leo turns to look over his shoulder, Jamieâs voice high.Â
âLook!â He excitedly points to his own toy soccer ball, sitting in the tiny temporary soccer net. A goal.
âGreat job baby! Keep working!âÂ
Luke may have been the one most excited for soccer to start, but Jamie was the one with the real athletic skills. Leo almost feels a little bad that poor Luke got his athletic ability, but Jason assures him that he will grow out of it if he keeps practicing.Â
Thereâs a shuffle and a small whimper to his right and Leo sighs. He knew it was too good to be true. One of the twins is awake, meaning the other would soon follow suit.
He gets to his feet, peeking into the covered wagon, finding Annie rubbing her face, her hair a mess on her head.Â
âGood morning, sleepyhead.â
She sniffs and reaches for him and Leo lifts her into his arms, his heart melting a little when she drops her head onto his shoulder, snuggling close. Sheâs always the more cuddly one in the mornings.Â
He glances into the wagon and thankfully Elise is still sound asleep, so he settles back into his seat, tucking Annie into his chest, secretly hoping sheâll fall back asleep but knowing that wonât happen.Â
Jason happens to look over just as he sits back down, so Leo waves him off, letting him know heâs got it. Jason hesitates but eventually goes back to coaching the kids on how to pass the ball.Â
Heâs truly one of the best people Leo has ever met. The jock nature and thicker build are an instant turn on for Leo, and though heâs way out of Jasonâs league and always has been, Jason doesnât seem to care. And for that, Leo will be forever grateful. Especially after looking at the family theyâve built together.Â
Luke, 5 years old now, is playing soccer. Heâs incredibly outgoing, so smart, and just as handsome as his daddy. His hair is so curly, a beautiful dark brown, and his eyes sparkle bright and green.Â
Jamie takes a little more after Leo, except the athleticism of course. His curls are softer, more wavy on his head, and theyâre lighter than Lukeâs, though Leoâs mom seems to think theyâll darken as he gets older. Leo turns to check on him and finds him playing in the grass, dirt stains all over his khaki pants. Heâs always been good at entertaining himself. Heâs not quite as social as Luke, but Luke is good about including him in everything anyway.
And they both take such amazing care of their sisters. Annie and Eliseâs personalities grow every single day. Somehow both of them got dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and the cutest little chubby cheeks. Neither of them got the curls, but Leo thanks the Lord for that because getting Lukeâs curls to lay down is hard enough.Â
Annie wiggles in his arms and sits up, an indent on her cheek from sleeping on it.Â
âYou wanna go play with Jamie?â
She sniffles but nods, already climbing out of Leoâs lap. He sets her down, fixing her jacket before she waddles off towards Jamie. Leo watches her go, already so independent, and Jamie just grins at her, his eyes so bright.Â
He really made some beautiful children. With some help of course.
Jasonâs voice echoes that itâs time to take a break and Leo watches hungrily as his husband comes running up to him, sweat shining on his throat. His cheeks are flushed but his eyes are bright. Happy. Leo can tell heâs missed being around sports.Â
âTheyâre taking a 10 minute break to get some water and snacks. You need anything?â
Leo shakes his head, tucking his hands back into his pockets.Â
âNo, Iâm ok. Though I think next time we should bring a heater or some handwarmers. For me. The kids are apparently fine.â
Jason smirks and kneels in front of him, pulling Leoâs hands into his larger ones.Â
âI can warm them up for you. Wouldnât want you losing those beautiful fingers of yours.â
Leo rolls his eyes but he canât deny that it does actually feel better now that Jason is sharing his warmth.Â
âHowâs Luke doing?â
Jason smiles fondly, rubbing his hands over Leoâs.
âAbout as awkward as usual, but heâs enjoying it. Heâs already made a friend,â Jason adds, pointing with his head towards Luke playing with another little boy with bright red hair.Â
âGood. Maybe then heâll have some friends when he starts school next year.â
Jason nods, but his eyes grow a little distant.
Leo sighs and sits up, bumping his forehead against Jasonâs.Â
âStop that. We already talked about this.â
Jason blinks and the watery look disappears. Leo pretends not to notice.Â
âI know I know, butâŚI just canât believe heâs already about to be in school. Our babies are getting so big.â
Leo has to stop himself from getting teary-eyed. Heâs already cried enough about this as it is. He doesnât want to cry in public. Thankfully, Elise starts stirring in the wagon and Jason sniffs, kissing Leoâs fingers before standing.Â
âHi baby girl. Come on,â Jason says, lifting her out of the wagon with ease. She rubs her eyes, her cheeks rosy with the cold.Â
Jason bounces her a little, patting her back and she fights to stay awake.
âIf she goes back to sleep for you Iâm gonna be so pissed.â
Jason just smirks, winking down at Leo. Itâs no secret the kids sleep better when Daddy puts them to bed, and truly Leo canât complain, but it is frustrating. And he may be a little jealous.
Elise however, has already realized her sister and brother are playing without her, and she has a severe case of FOMO. So she scrambles out of Jasonâs arms and he sighs, putting her down. They both watch her stumble her way over to her siblings.Â
Leo turns to Jason, Jason watches the kids, and once again he is struck by how lucky he is, to be so blessed with a husband this perfect.Â
**
Leo sits in bed, the covers pulled up over his lap, trying to read a book. The kids were all exhausted from soccer today and fell asleep fairly quickly. Leo had listened on the baby monitor as Luke talked about how much fun he had today, Jamie echoing him quietly.Â
Leo usually has the easy job of feeding Annie and Elise and settling them down in their cribs, so he gets done before Jason, leaving him to think over stuff by himself. Tonight is no different. Heâs rereading the last sentence for the third time when the door creaks open, Jason stepping in.
His gray sweats hug his hips, and the loose tank top he wears shows off the pecs he works so hard to keep. All these years and yet Leoâs attraction has never faded.Â
Jason shuffles over to the bed and falls into Leoâs lap, smothering him in his warmth.Â
âTired?â
Jason hums, his hands warm as they creep under Leoâs shirt. He nuzzles into Leoâs side, making himself comfortable.Â
Leo smiles softly, running his fingers through Jasonâs hair. The book lays forgotten on the bedside table.Â
âI think we should have another kid.â
He feels Jason take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling before he looks up.
âWhat makes you think that?â
Leo shrugs, letting his hand fall from Jasonâs hair to his shoulder.Â
âI donât know. I justâŚwatching the kids play today. Realizing theyâre getting older. I miss my little babies.â
Jason sits up, shifting so heâs leaning across Leoâs legs, his head propped up on his hand.Â
âTheyâre still your little babies, even if theyâve grown some.â
Leo sighs, fidgeting with the edge of the comforter.Â
âI know that. ButâŚI still want more. Donât you miss it?â
âOf course I do. But, are you sure youâre up for that? Annie and Elise have already been a handful.â
Leo nods. He knows very well how much of a handful theyâve been.Â
âTheyâre getting better now and we have our routine figured out with everyone. So why not add one more?â
Jason doesnât say anything but Leo can tell heâs thinking about it.Â
âAnd I miss carrying them. I want to be round with them again. To feel them inside me one more time.â
Leo puts a hand to his stomach for good measure. He really does miss the feeling of being pregnant.Â
âAnd what if that one more is actually two more. Again.â
Leo shrugs, picking at a loose thread on Jasonâs shirt.Â
âThen we figure it out. Just like we always do.â
Jason drops his forehead to Leoâs stomach, his shoulders slumping.
âOkay. You got me. One more. Promise me this is it though,â he adds, looking up at Leo. âI donât want you to overdo yourself.â
Leo smiles, putting a finger under Jasonâs chin.Â
âI wonât promise that. Thereâs no telling how Iâll feel a year or two from now. But for right now? One more. Please.â
Jason groans but Leo knows heâs got him because Jason sits up more, kissing up Leoâs neck.Â
Leoâs whole body responds, incredibly interested in this. Jason is just as interested if the tent in his pants is anything to go by.
Jason pulls the covers away, wraps an arm around Leoâs waist and pulls him closer, laying him on his back.
âYouâre very convincing, you know.â
Leo grins and wraps his arms around Jasonâs shoulders, grinding up against Jason.Â
âI know.â
Jason wastes no time, and he makes such delicious, sinful love to Leo through the night, leaving them both exhausted and sated.Â
Leo falls asleep smothered in the warmth of his husband, and the father of his children.Â
**
A pregnancy test confirms what Leo already knows. Heâs pregnant again. Happily so. Jason is at the park with the kids at the moment so he busies himself cleaning around the house, putting dinner in the oven, and then he waits for the sound of his kids racing each other down the driveway.
He opens the door just in time to find them all running as fast as their little legs will go, Jason chasing them and pretending to be slow. Luke is in the lead, Jamie right behind him, and Elise is surprisingly keeping up. Jason scoops Annie into his arms, blowing raspberries on her belly as she screams.Â
âCome on, hurry or the monster will get you!â Leo screams and the kids run faster, screaming with laughter, huge smiles on their faces. Luke stumbles over the stairs and crashes into Leoâs legs, followed by Jamie slamming into his other side. Elise goes slower, using her hands to get up onto the one porch step, and then Jason is there, face bright and happy.Â
âHi my love.â
Leo grins, leaning into the offered kiss.Â
âHello. Did you guys have fun?â
Luke nods, rushing into the house and going straight to the pantry.
âAh, hey you can have a snack after dinner!â
Jason, breathing heavily, sets Annie down on the ground and she and Elise walk into the house together, racing to catch up with their brothers.Â
âI may or may not have promised they could have gummies when we got back.â
âGummies before dinner?â
Jason shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Leoâs waist, pushing him into the house and closing the door behind him.Â
âNo, I just said when we get back. But I didnât think youâd have dinner ready so soon.â
Leo and Jason stumble into the kitchen, Jason unwilling to let go no matter how much Leo prods at him.Â
Luke is busy perusing the pantry for the family sized box of gummies they bought just last week, but Leo stops him from getting too far.Â
âDinner first, then gummies. And then movie time. That new Kpop Demon Hunters movie is on Netflix.â
Luke hangs off the pantry door handle, groaning but he relents, heading to the living room.Â
âDid they do ok at the park?â Leo asks, turning in Jasonâs arms to look up at him.Â
âAbout the same as usual. The girls discovered the slides and it turns out they love them.â
Leo chuckles, dragging Jason along as he checks the oven.
âLasagna tonight. Should be done in 10 minutes.â
âSounds good,â Jason grumbles, tucking his face into Leoâs neck. âAre you feeling better?â
Leo nods, running his fingers through Jasonâs hair.Â
âMuch. I have a surprise for you.â
Jason lifts his head at that, looking down at him. Leo grins, pulling the pregnancy test out of his pocket and shows it to him.
Jasonâs eyes grow wide, and a smile creeps over his face.Â
âAlready? I thought it would take just a few more times.â
Leo slaps his shoulder and he pretends to be hurt, but the smile creeps back over his lips as he sidles back up against Leo, pressing him against the counter.Â
âCan you blame me for wanting my husband so much?â
âNo, I suppose I canât.â
Jason kisses him and Leoâs knees go weak, and then a cacophony of laughing squeals sound behind them.
Leo laughs, laughing even harder when Jason kisses all over his face and shoulders, making the kids giggle louder.Â
âCongratulations, my love. Weâre going to be parents again.â
Leo nods, wanting nothing less.
**
âAre you sure thatâs such a good idea?â Leoâs mom asks, her voice quiet as she rocks Elise back and forth, bottle in hand.Â
Leo shrugs. He doesnât really care if it is or not. He just wants another child.
âWe can handle it. And weâre not ready to be done yet.â
His momâs mouth puckers into a pinched expression, not upset but clearly worried about him.Â
âItâs fine Mom. Weâll be fine. Annie and Elise are already getting more and more independent.â
She looks down at him, at his position on the floor, the folded laundry in front of him. Jason has Luke and Jamie outside, and Annie is passed out in her crib. Elise isnât too far behind.Â
âIâm not saying you should never have another baby. Iâm just worried it might be too close together. Theyâre still so littleâŚâ
She trails off, the bottle falling from Eliseâs lips, her little chubby cheeks pink.
Leo gets up off the floor, taking Elise from his mom and settling her into the crib, rocking her a little more until she settles down.Â
Seeing them both, asleep and happy and just so healthy and perfect, it only makes his desire for more kids worse.Â
âI donât want to wait anymore. And even though you donât really approve, I donât think youâll just stop helping us out.â
She scoffs, slipping out of the rocking chair and shaking her arms out.
âOf course not. I love my little grandbabies. But I also love my son, and I want him to be smart and healthy.â
Leo nods, smiling as he pulls her into a hug, her small form fitting easily into his arms.Â
âI will be ok, I promise. And hopefully we can have a real planned birth this time around.â
She laughs at that, shaking her head.Â
âYouâve had no luck with that in the past. I doubt this one will be any different.â
âYou never know,â Leo jokes, turning on the nightlights and then closing the door behind the both of them.Â
He can see Jason on the ground in the yard, Luke on top of him, play wrestling. He looks just as filthy as the kids.Â
âLuke and Jamie absolutely adore their little sisters, and I doubt that will change with one more in the mix. Plus, doesnât Jason just look perfect with kids?â
She rolls her eyes at that, heading towards the kitchen.
âIf you start waxing poetic about your husband, Iâm leaving.â
Leo puts on a playful pout, moving to lean on the countertop. âBut you just got here!â
She shakes her head, throwing a rag at him, and he grins. He wants more of this.
**
Leo is only 6 months into his pregnancy when he realizes his mom might have been right.Â
âNot right now Jamie. Go play with your brother.â
âHeâs playing legos and wonât let me play with him!â
Elise is screaming in his arms, Annie is latched onto his leg, Jamie wonât quit calling for him, and heâs about to lose it.Â
Tears start welling up in Jamieâs eyes and Leo wants to scream, just like all of his children apparently. At least until his savior finally walks through the front door and scoops Annie up off the floor.Â
And just like that, all of the built up tension and frustration heâd been feeling, it starts going away.Â
âHi love. Why donât you let me take over?â Jason asks, planting a kiss on Leoâs temple.
âGladly.â
Jason shifts Annie to one arm and takes Elise into the other, drawing the kids away from him so he can figure his shit out before losing it on everyone.Â
He watches from the kitchen, from a safe distance, as Jason heads into the living room, sitting on the couch with the girls. Jason whispers something to Jamie, and then Jamie moves to talk to his brother, and then suddenly theyâre both happily playing legos together. And then the girls quiet down, happily laying on their Daddyâs chest. Leo wants to scream and cry and throw a fit, but he doesnât. It wonât help anything. And itâs not their fault heâs overstimulated.
He slips out of the kitchen, signaling to Jason heâs heading to the bedroom, and Jason nods, blowing him a kiss before turning back to the kids. Leo doesnât deserve this, but by God is he glad he has it.Â
**
âFeeling better?â
Leo peeks up over the book he was reading, finding Jason in the doorway, grinning at him.
âMuch. Thank you.â
Jason kicks his shoes off, still in his work clothes, and falls onto the bed, stretching over Leoâs legs.
âI shouldnât have to go back to the office anymore this year. Sorry to leave you like that with everyone.â
Leo shakes his head, running his fingers through Jasonâs hair, book forgotten.
âItâs okay. I just donât think I realized how hard it is to have 4 children while also being 6 months pregnant.â
Jason lifts his head at that.
âAnd how is our newest member of the family doing?â
Leo huffs, putting a hand to the side of his swollen middle, pulling his shirt up over it to reveal the stretch marked skin.Â
âBetter now. They were kicking up a storm earlier, probably annoyed with all the screaming.â
Jason nods, patting the swell softly.
âWhy were the kids screaming so much?â
Leo rolls his eyes, resting his head back against the headboard.Â
âAnnie fell and bruised her knee, so she freaked out. So I picked her up, and of course Elise canât handle being left out, so she freaked out as well. And then, Luke wouldnât let Jamie play with the legos. I was just trying to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, but they all decided that moment was the best time to have a freak out session.â
Jason chuckles, brushing his thumb over the side of Leoâs belly. His fingers are so warm and comforting.Â
âYour mom might have known what she was talking about, huh?â
Leo shakes his head, refusing to admit it out loud.Â
âShe had one kid. How would she know?â
âDonât you have like 12 cousins?â
âThatâs not the pointâŚâ
Jason grins, that stupid shit-eating grin that Leo loves so very much.Â
âOf course not.â
Jason sits up, all of that warmth suddenly disappearing and Leo frowns.Â
âPizza for dinner? Your mom left us a bunch of coupons last time she was here.â
Leo huffs, but nods. âI donât feel like cooking. And we both know youâre useless in the kitchen. Pizza it is.â
Jason winks, planting a big wet kiss on Leoâs forehead, and then disappears back into the living room, getting the kids all riled up again about pizza.Â
Leo feels much, much better.Â
**
8 months in, Leo is relaxing in the rocking chair on the back porch, cup of tea in hand. Itâs a very rare moment of silence with Luke and Jamie spending the weekend at their grandparents, and Annie and Elise down for their afternoon nap.Â
Jason slips out of the sliding door with a small tray of fruit and cheeses, a beautiful smile on his face.Â
âSnacks?â
Leo hums, snagging a strawberry.
Jason puts the tray down on the table and takes a spot in the rocking chair next to Leo. For a while, they both sit in silence, enjoying the rare moment, the baby monitor blissfully quiet.Â
âSo, should we talk about it?â Jason asks, his attention turning to Leo.
Leo doesnât want to. Not one bit. ButâŚ
âI guess we should.â
Jason shifts in his chair, reaching over to tangle his fingers with Leoâs.
âWe already skipped the pre-K stage. And you promised we would try.â
Leo can already feel his eyes welling with tears.
âI know, I justâŚIâm not ready for my baby to go to school. What if he hates it? What if the kids are mean to him? What ifââ
âWhat if he loves it?â
Leo looks over at Jason, his eyes watery too. It doesnât help quell the emotions stirring in his chest.Â
âIâm scared of that tooâŚâ
Jason sniffs, wiping his face.
âMe too. But we have to try. At least one year. If he hates it, then weâll do the homeschooling. I promise.â
Leo nods, turning to look back out at the yard, the cardinals bouncing around on the bird feeders, oblivious to Leoâs pain and fear. He hates them.
âI want him to be happy. And if going to school does that, thenâŚthen thatâs fine.â
âWe can still pick him up from school, and they let parents eat lunch with the kids once a month. And he is so social, Iâm sure heâll make lots and lots of friends. Including Aiden.â
Aiden, the red haired youngster Luke befriended during soccer season. Theyâve had a few play dates since then, and Luke always blossoms in such social environments.Â
âWe need to register him with the school.â
Jason nods, squeezing Leoâs hand in support.
âIâll handle it.â
Leo looks over at him, smiling gratefully, so scared at the big changes happening, but excited to watch his baby grow.Â
**
Dropping Luke off at school is the hardest thing Leo has ever had to do. And heâs given birth to 4 kids unmedicated and unassistedâŚ
The unborn little one is clearly just as upset about it, kicking and shifting inside Leo, his belly shifting with the weight of it.Â
Luke however, is completely oblivious to his parentsâ pain. Aiden calls out to him in the dropoff line and Luke takes off to be with his best friend, not even looking back at Leo or Jason.Â
Leo has a death grip on Jasonâs hand.Â
âItâs a short week. Just to see how the kids handle it.â
Jason is reassuring himself just as much as heâs reassuring Leo.
âHeâll be okay,â Leo says, but it hurts to watch his little baby go into the school, his spiderman backpack full of his lunchbox and jacket. A tear rolls down Leoâs cheek and then itâs time for them to move on. To go home. Without Luke.
The car ride home is quiet. Even Annie and Elise are feeling the melancholy mood in the car. Leo brushes a hand over his belly, feeling the kicks against his palm.
âGrandma and Grandpa are coming to the house this weekend,â he says, trying to lighten the mood.Â
âTheyâre going to watch you guys while we wait for your little sister or brother to arrive.â
âPapa? What about Luke? Does he get to see Grandma and Grandpa?â
Leo fights back tears.
âYeah baby. He will be home in a few hours.â
âI miss him though.â
Jasonâs hand tightens around his.
âMe too baby. Me too.â
**
Around midnight, Leo gets up to go to the bathroom, the pain in his lower back nearly unbearable. The cramps had been coming on and off, not often enough for him to sound the alarm, but enough for him to notice.Â
He grips the edge of the bathroom counter, lowering himself onto the toilet. Heâs too heavy to even try to stand anymore, so he sits and relaxes until heâs done relieving himself. At least, he thinks heâs done until he feels something trickle out of him, slow at first, and then picking up speed.Â
âShitâŚâ
He waits it out, then pulls himself back up and shuffles back into the room, uncomfortable.
Jason doesnât budge, and Leo doesnât bother to wake him. The cramps arenât frequent enough yet.Â
**
Theyâre in the back of the dropoff line, absolutely Leoâs fault, waiting for it to move. Heâs uncomfortable, the seatbelt is pressing into his waist, his chest hurts, and heâs starting to think maybe he shouldâve told Jason this morning about his water breaking.
The line inches forward and Leo hisses, a painful kick pressing against his ribs.
âYou ok?âÂ
Leo nods, rubbing the spot over where the foot just kicked him.Â
âLittle one is being active.â
Jason raises a brow.
Leo sighs, shifting again.
âMy water broke last night.â
Jasonâs eyes nearly pop out of his head, and the only thing keeping him from yelling are the kids in the back of the car.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he hisses, not mad, but scared. Like he is every time this happens.Â
âBecause it wasnât anything special yet.â
Jasonâs brow furrows and he glances at the kids before looking back at Leo.
âIf you give me another repeat of Lukeâs birth, Iâm divorcing you.â
Leo laughs at that.
âYeah right. You love me too much.â
Jason tries real hard to seem upset, but it doesnât last. He huffs and reaches over, feeling the steady kicking against Leoâs side.Â
âHow far apart?â
â8 minutes. The cramps started before bed last night.â
Jason nods, checking ahead of him and the rearview mirror. âWant me to pull out of line and head home? Luke can miss one day of school.â
Leo glances back at Luke, at the eager smile on his face, at the way heâs gripping his backpack with so much excitement, and shakes his head.Â
âNo, let him go. It will be easier for my mom to keep the 3 younger ones.â
Jason clearly wants to argue but doesnât, the line inching forward once again.Â
It takes nearly 45 minutes to drop Luke off, and by the time heâs waving goodbye, Leo is struggling. The seatbelt is as loose as it will go, his pants are too tight, and the cramps are getting closer together. Too close.
âJason, we need to hurry.â
He doesnât need to be told twice. Heâs on the phone, calling Leoâs parents the second they pull out of the parking lot.Â
Jason does his best to keep the kids distracted, but it doesnât take long for them to notice their Papa is in pain.Â
âDaddy, is Papa okay?â
Leo groans, fist clenched around the door handle.Â
âHeâs okay. We just might get to meet your little sibling sooner than we thought.â
Leo flashes back to the first time this happened to him, stuck in a car with his first baby, having to give birth in the cramped space, and he really doesnât want to do that again.Â
âJason, how much further?â he asks, gasping at the end of a contraction.Â
â10 minutes. Just a little bit more.â
The kids keep asking questions, and thankfully Jason keeps them occupied enough for Leo to focus. The pressure is nearly unbearable, his back and hips aching something fierce. He spreads his legs as much as he can, but thereâs just not enough room.Â
âJasonâŚI canât, I need to push, ahhh,â he cries out. He keeps a death grip on the headrest, trying so hard to keep quiet so the kids donât hear, but it hurts. More than usual.Â
â3 more minutes. Just keep holding on.â
Leo takes a few deep breaths, focusing as hard as he can on not pushing, on keeping the little one in just a bit longer. And then their house is in view, his parents already at the door.
âThank god,â he groans.
Jason parks and immediately unbuckles, reaching over the console to help Leo out of his seatbelt. Jason curses.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
The kids are too busy getting unbuckled and following Grandpa into the house, thankfully.Â
âI can see a bulge. We need to get your pants off.â
Jason gets out of the car, and Leo reaches between his legs. Just like Jason said, his baby is already slipping out.
âFuuuuck,â he groans, relieved when Jason opens the door and his legs can shift.
âIâve got you. Can you get out of the car?â
Leo nods, gripping Jasonâs shoulder as he breathes through another contraction. His mom is there too, just behind Jason. He supposes this is the closest heâll ever get to a birth plan actually working out.Â
âYou werenât kidding,â his mom gasps, no doubt seeing the too tight stretch of Leoâs pants around the head of his baby.Â
âHelp me out.â
Jason nods and reaches into the car, helping Leo shift and then slide out of the seat, careful not to sit on the babyâs head, but thereâs no way heâs making it inside.Â
âCan you get us some towels? I think this is the farthest heâs going to make it.â
Leoâs mom nods and disappears into the house.
âI hate when you do this to me,â Jason chastises. Leo huffs, leaning against the passenger seat, swaying his hips a bit.
âAt least weâre not at Disney.â
âHa, like I was ever going to let that happen again.â
Leo chuckles then groans, bending his knees at the sudden drop in pressure on his hips.Â
âGet my pants off.â
Jason does, careful not to disturb the baby, but then heâs cursing again and Leo wants to scream.
âWhat now?â
âThe baby is breech. Thatâs not the head.â Suddenly all of the pain makes more sense.Â
âFuckâŚâ
Leo groans, putting his head on his arms, and he lets gravity work for a few minutes, his mom coming back with towels and water. She sees the predicament and curses, clearly just as concerned.Â
âWe should call an ambulance. This could be dangerous.â
Leo shakes his head though, determined to not do that again either.Â
âNo, I can do this. I just need some time.â
His mom and Jason share a look, but neither one of them go against Leoâs wishes.Â
âJason, can you help with the legs? Donât pull on them, but help them out,â Leo hisses, pushing with the contraction. Itâs so much tighter, more lopsided. His hips are aching so bad tooâŚ
âAh, fuck, that fucking hurts!â
Jason rubs his back, unable to do much else. Leo really does appreciate it, so very much. But he canât form the words for that right now.
âI can see them moving when you push. Just go slow. Donât try to rush it.â
Leo sobs but nods. Heâs done this 4 times already. He can do it again. Even if he has to try a little harder.Â
With the next contraction, he squats down a little lower, widening his stance, and the shift helps push the pressure lower. Jasonâs fingers press past his too tight rim, wiggling the legs, and Leo bites down on his shirt to keep himself from screaming. He feels like heâs ripping open.
Thereâs a shift in pressure, one of Jasonâs fingers pushes further in, and then thereâs a sudden release in pressure as the legs fall out of him. Half of his baby is dangling out of him and heâs butt ass naked in his driveway.
âWhy do my babies keep trying to show off my junk to strangers?â
Jason chokes out a laugh, and even Leoâs mom cracks a smile, but then itâs time to push again and Leo struggles.Â
The pain is different, more intense and sharp, but the mechanics are almost the same. Leo pushes with the contractions, and tries his best to let gravity do most of the work.Â
Jason holds the little one, another little boy, and keeps him from getting hurt. The arms slip out with some help, and then the head is there, stretching him wide open.
âGo slow, Iâve got him. Donât push too hard.â
Leo canât muster the energy for words. He gives small, short pushes, the bowling ball between his cheeks spreading him slowly. It hurts so bad. His thighs are shaking, his knees barely strong enough to keep squatting, but then suddenly the baby is out.
Thereâs a second of silence, and then a squeal so loud it echoes.
âOh my god,â Leo groans, falling to his knees in the driveway. His mom is suddenly there, pressing a towel to his hole. Itâs so stretched he can barely feel it.Â
âHeâs beautiful, Leo. Look.â
Leoâs chest is heaving but he looks up, seeing his husband holding their 5th child in his big hands. The sight is just so perfect.Â
âHe really, really is.â
**
Leo ends up at the hospital anyway. He needs a checkup and so does Matthew, their newest little addition. Heâs smaller than the other kids were when they were born, but the doctors dismissed him with a clean bill of health, much to Leo and Jasonâs relief. They gave Leo some cream to help with the pain, made sure everything looked okay, and then they released him as well.Â
And then it was up to Leo and Jason to start all over again, finding a new routine that would work for everyone.Â
Itâs hard. It always is. But despite it all, they make it work. And Jason, as always, is the perfect doting husband. Leo is lucky to have found him.Â
I wish I was whelping a huge litter of 20 pups in someoneâs lap right now⌠Iâm in heat again⌠I need to make babies so bad omg⌠my cock is aching and my pussy is too empty⌠Iâm gonna get so fucking knocked up omg someone use me as a breeding animal pleaseeeeeee⌠omg I have to make babies so bad right fucking now
You heard weird moans at night coming from my bedroom. When you enter, you find me entirely naked and laid on my back with my legs spread. You had no idea I was pregnant. I hid it so well. My belly is round. I am sweating. My pubic area is swollen. The baby's head must be very close. My labias as puffy and flushed. My hands close up in fists on the sheets as I moan. My vulva bugles and my labias stretch just a little. I give a big push. My eyebrows crunch. I raise my knees and bring my chin to my chest. "Gggnnnnnnn" My vagina opens up. I am close to crowning but I fall back on the bed with exhaustion and the head slides back in. "What are you doing here ?" I would ask, panicked, as I can't hide or run away with a baby's head between my legs.
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Summary: A mother of ten manages morning sex and afternoon chores through active labor before her husband helps her birth quintuplets at home.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This story contains explicit depictions of pregnancy sex, lactation and nursing during intercourse and active birth...
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She pulled down the top of her nightgown and settled on the couch to nurse the twins, spreading her legs wide, breathing through contractions while they suckled. "Haaaaah haaaaah," she blew out, milk flowing freely.
After they finished, she waddled back to the kitchen to start dinner, chopping vegetables with trembling hands, stopping to grip the counter as another contraction peaked. "Ungh⌠oh godâŚ" she groaned, feeling the urge to push building.
She was stirring pasta when the front door flew open. Hank stepped through, grocery bags in hand. "Babe, I'mâ"
Lilly threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing as her water broke in a dramatic gush across the floor, soaking her nightgown. "Ah! Fuck! My water!"
Hank froze in the doorway, grocery bags in his hands, staring at the pool spreading beneath his wife. "Jack!" he called out gently but firmly over his shoulder. "Take everyone upstairs. Now."
Jack, nineteen and already experienced at this, immediately began corralling his siblings. "Come on, everyone. Upstairs. Emma, grab the twins."
The children disappeared upstairs without question while Hank dropped the groceries and rushed to Lilly's side.
They had never wanted their children to see her give birth, especially after years ago when the eighth baby had come so fast that Lilly ended up delivering standing in the driveway, her cunt stretching obscenely as the baby's head crowned between her legs, all the children watching from the doorway as she bore down and screamed, Hank diving to catch the baby just before it hit the concrete, her pussy gaping wide as the afterbirth splattered onto the driveway.
"Okay, babe," Hank said, his voice steady as he took in her state. "Let's get you to the bedroom."
"Ungh⌠yesâŚ" Lilly groaned, one hand pressed between her legs, feeling the pressure building. "First one's coming, first one's coming!" She leaned on him, waddling toward their room, huffing and puffing with every step, more fluid trickling down her legs. "Hoo hoo hoo⌠oh god⌠haaaaah haaaaahâŚ"
They made it to the bedroom, Lilly leaning heavily on Hank, her nightgown soaked and clinging to her massive belly, her large veiny breasts leaking milk through the fabric. She stopped at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, her hand still pressed between them.
"I need to push," she gasped, her body bearing down involuntarily. "Hank⌠the baby's right thereâŚ"
Hank helped her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide with one hand while dialing Ruth with the other, putting it on speaker. "Small pushes, babe," he said gently, his voice thick with excitement. "I'm calling Ruth now."
He pushed her nightgown up, exposing her swollen pussy and her heavy breasts, the nipples dripping milk, her belly heaving with each contraction. Something dark pressed against her entrance. "Oh fuck," he breathed, seeing the baby's head crowning already, his cock straining hard against his jeans.
"Ruth, it's happening," Hank said into the phone, his eyes locked on Lilly's stretching pussy. "She's crowning. Can you get here fast?"
"Two hours?" Hank's voice rose, then he took a breath, steadying himself. "Okay, okay, just⌠drive safe but hurry, Ruth. She's already pushing."
He set the phone down, turning his full attention to Lilly, his hands gentle on her massive belly. "Just us, babe," he whispered, his voice steady. "Ruth's two hours out. Small pushes now. Let me guide you."
Lilly huffed and puffed, her breath coming in short bursts. "Hoo hoo hoo⌠okay⌠okayâŚ" She bore down instinctively, her face contorting as her pussy stretched around the baby's head, the crown slowly emerging, wet and dark with hair, milk spraying from her breasts with the effort. "Hnnngghh⌠hnnngghh⌠fuckâŚ"
"That's it," Hank encouraged, his free hand supporting the baby's head, feeling her stretch around the bulk, his cock throbbing against his jeans. "Small push⌠smallâŚ"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing in short bursts, the baby inching out slowly, her tissues burning, more milk leaking from her breasts in steady streams. "Ah! It's burning! Hoo hoo hoo⌠hoo hoo hooâŚ"
"You're doing so good, babe," Hank whispered, his eyes dark with arousal. "Breathe through it⌠small push nowâŚ"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly screamed, pushing again, the head stretching her wider, slowly emerging, the hair visible, the crown fully out. "Ah! Fuck!"
"The head's out," Hank breathed, his hands supporting the baby. "Small push⌠shoulders nowâŚ"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing hard, the shoulders emerging slowly, stretching her, then the body sliding out in a wet rush of fluid, Hank catching the tiny body against his chest. "Ah! Fuck!"
"First one's here," Hank whispered, his voice trembling, holding the baby up for Lilly to see, the cord thick and pulsing between them. "Our boy."
Lilly collapsed back, panting, her breasts still leaking milk, her pussy still swollen and open, already contracting for the next baby. "Oh god⌠oh god⌠four moreâŚ"
Hank placed the first baby on Lilly's chest, helping her position him at her breast. The newborn latched on immediately, suckling as Lilly's belly hardened with another contraction.
"Oh god⌠next oneâŚ" she panted, her breath coming in short huffs. "Hoo hoo hoo⌠it's comingâŚ"
Hank watched her, his cock straining painfully against his jeans, precum already soaking through the fabric. He unbuttoned his pants, letting his cock spring free, thick and dripping.
"Really, Hank?" Lilly breathed, a laugh mixed with her contraction.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, his hand between her legs. "Goddamn, babe, you're so fucking hot nursing and pushing at the same timeâŚ"
Lilly bore down, her face contorting, milk spraying from both breasts as the first baby nursed and the second baby's head began to crown. "Hnnngghh⌠hnnngghh⌠fuckâŚ"
Hank watched her pussy stretch around the head, the crown emerging slowly, inch by inch, her tissues straining around the bulk. Then as she let up, gasping "hoo hoo hoo," the head receded slightly, sucked back inside. "It's going back," she whimpered.
"Small push again," Hank coached, precum dripping steadily from his cock onto the bed. "Bring it back outâŚ"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly grunted, pushing again, the head re-emerging, stretching her wider, her burning entrance wrapping around the crown. "Ah! Ah! Hoo hoo hoo⌠hoo hoo hooâŚ"
"That's it⌠so slowâŚ" Hank encouraged, his eyes locked on her stretching pussy, the head half out, glistening. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, pumping slowly, squeezing hard at the base to keep himself from coming, breathing through his nose. "Push again babeâŚ"
"Hnnngghh!" Lilly bore down, the head emerging fully, staying out this time, her pussy lips wrapped tight around the bulk. The first baby still nursed at her breast, milk leaking down her sides in streams. "Ah! Ah! It's out⌠hoo hoo hooâŚ"
"Rest, babe," Hank whispered, precum pooling beneath him, his hand still gripping his cock. "Let it comeâŚ"
Lilly panted, her belly heaving, the head resting there, stretching her open. Then another contraction built. "HnnngghhaaaaahhhâŚ" she grunted, pushing a bit too fast and hard that the head popped out with a gush of fluids and the the shoulders emerging inch by inch, the massive torso following, stretching her burning entrance. "Ah! Ah! Fuck!"
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The minister was very kind to take you in, especially when his wife had only left him a year prior. Your fellow parishioners had urged you to accept his hospitality, citing his kindness and charity, and you did not want to disappoint them by looking a gift horse in the mouth. Youâd grown up in the church-run orphanage, and were not young enough to likely be adopted, quickly aging out of the system with nowhere to go. So you went home with him, and he took care of you.
Father gave you a bed in the room across from his, took over your remedial schooling on his own so you didnât need to leave the house, took you to service on Sundays, and fed you better than youâd ever been fed before. In exchange all you had to do was help him with chores and keep him company.
You are allowed to eat whatever you want whenever you want, and after almost a year of living with him, youâre no longer the sickly figure you once were. Your thighs and arms have plumped out. Your ribs are no longer visible, covered by a nice layer of chub. Your concave stomach is gone, replaced by smooth skin with a few little rolls. Your once small chest has been nourished as well, combining with your grown into hips to create a youthful hourglass.
Father always tells you how pretty you are, helps you brush your hair and helps you get dressed in the morning. He helps you put on your panties and dresses and runs his hands over your new curves, complimenting how you are growing up. You are Fatherâs miracle, and he always tells you that he loves you.
When you keep Father company, you go to his bedroom and play games with him. Sometimes itâs hide and seek, when Father always hides under the covers and pulls you into bed with him. Sometimes itâs Blind Manâs Bluff, where Father has you tie a blindfold around your eyes and find him. Sometimes itâs Simon Says, where Father tells you what to do, where to touch.
Father takes care of you when you are sick too. Recently youâve been sick a lot. You wake up in the morning feeling like youâre going to puke, and some smells make you sick too. Youâve been sore all over, like when you have a cold, and are always tired. Your feet get puffy and ache to walk on. When you lay down on your stomach your chest hurts, and the way your nipples rub against your dresses makes you make moan sometimes, and you touch yourself in the places Father usually does.
You want to keep Father company more often now, have become needy for his games, and he chastises you for it sometimes. Never seriously though, because there is always a knowing twinkle in his eye. You see him smirk in service when you have to cross your legs, discreetly bouncing up and down on the bench in the back of the church because it feels good. Your panties are wet, and you think itâs your cycle, but it never is. Your panties are always wet nowadays, and when you ask Father about it he says itâs normal, and he can fix it.
When you play games now, he pokes at your stomach. You are confused, because itâs gone from flat to poking out a bit, and Father tells you how nice it is youâve gained more weight, encourages you to eat more to âfeed that growing bellyâ. You blush when he rubs a hand over it, and moan out when his hand travels lower. And you obey from then on, eating everything he puts in front of you, no matter how much.
After a while, your âgrowing bellyâ gets larger, pressing uncomfortably against your now tight dresses and pushing the elastic of your panties down in a way that makes you squirm. You donât want to say anything to Father, donât want to ask for more than heâs given you, but the waistline of your dress has been forced up under your bust, and your front buttons are close to bursting. Father gets you new clothing when your waistline rips to reveal your big, round tum and your buttons fly off into his mashed potatoes at dinner. The new dresses are not loose, but theyâre stretchy in a way that hugs your curves, and Father doesnât get you new panties. He says youâve ruined so many pairs that you can go without. Itâll be easier for him to fix the wetness without them in the way anyways.
You initiate the games more than he does now, having him walk into you playing Simon Says by yourself, touching how he would. He always laughs and plays along, though itâs harder now with the obstacle between you. The roundness of your belly isnât chubby like your hips or your thighs, but firm. When he is inside you, he presses down on it uncomfortably, which makes you moan. One time, you feel something inside you flutter when he is on top of you, and you move his hand to feel it. You play all night after that.
Your body changes a lot after that. Your belly continues to grow, and one day it feels sore when pressing against your dress. You peel it up and find a dark line leading to your belly button, which is completely flattened and uncomfortable. A few weeks later when youâre alone, it pops out when you rub your thumb over it, sending a shiver across your whole body. You feel more of those little fluttering movements, which are no longer light and more feel like your stomach is kicking you from the inside. You nipples get darker, and one day Father rubs them until they leak wetness. Now they make dark spots on your dresses to match the one at your crotch. When you go to service people coo over your tummy, asking about the âlittle oneâ which you find odd, but you tell them itâs growing, and when they touch it you have to make an escape to the bathroom to wipe yourself dry.
Just when you think youâre done changing, your bump explodes outwards one day, completely dwarfing your body as it proceeds to slope down and rest over your aching hips. It forces you to walk with your back arched and your legs spread wide, which makes you feel exposed below. Father is more gentle when you spend time with him, peppering the red lines on your bloated belly with kisses and touching you gently. He teases you, you think, saying that he didnât want you to âpopâ before you were ready. You donât appreciate it, needier now more than ever, but you think you understand. Youâve been getting really bad tummy aches recently, and Father doesnât want to hurt you. You can see the impatience in his eyes whenever you rub the twinging underside of your massive belly.
Your cramps get worse during service one day, and you writhe uncomfortably in your seat in the back the whole time, occasionally letting out little noises that the congregation canât hear over the organs. When you sing the hymns, you canât help but moan them out, the sounds making you feel better as you rub your belly with both hands leaning back and spreading your legs. They continue to get worse even after service is over.
You waddle back to the car behind Father, the pain slowing your gaite as you keep one hand on your aching back. When you get in the car, you canât help but keep your legs spread as you groan to Father that you think you you might be sick. He strokes your heaving girth and proceeds to push the end of your dress up til youâre naked from the hips down, slipping a finger inside you. You groan at the pressure and bat his hand away futily as he touches you. You feel your toes clench and your legs shake. Your body twitches, and Father makes a disappointed noise, urging you to do what your body tells you till you get home. Halfway through the drive something changes. Your moans turn to grunts as you try to push something out of you. You tell Father you feel like you have to pee, or maybe poop. He unbuckles your seatbelt so he can push your dress up farther, the cool air hitting your shiny belly as you watch it clench and move. You keep grunting, spreading your legs farther in the seat, and stretch your arm around to feel yourself. Your privates are hot and pulsing, and you feel more open than usual. It makes you feel strangely vulnerable, and you canât help but place your hand firmly over your crotch, the counter pressure encouraging you to grind against your own hand.
Father pulls into the driveway and tugs your dress down before ushering you inside. You try to make a beeline to the bathroom, but he tugs you to the bedroom instead when you stop to groan. You donât want to play right now, the pressure in your stomach hurts too much, but Father says he doesnât have to be inside you. You get on your knees take him in your mouth instead, moaning around him as your tummy roils and clamps down, and he spills quickly.
Then he tends to you, peeling off your sweaty dress and rubbing the heavy bottom of your belly to try and sooth the growing pressure. You grunt, still on your knees, and your body clenches. You bring your hands down on the floor as well, your belly hanging so low that it just barely brushes the carpet. You spread your legs, groaning and grunting as the pressure increases around your hips. He gets down next to you and slides a finger inside you like he did in the car. You canât push him away because your body tightens again and the pressure moves to your privates. You struggle back up on your knees and hold your rock hard belly with both hands as you try to push whatever is pressing downwards out of you, teeth firmly together.
Father pulls you up to your feet, about to walk you to the bathroom, and for a moment the pressure abates before you need to squat down. You scream as the pressure squeezes your belly like a vice, and you push down hard without stopping. Something explodes from you. Your thighs are drenched and there is a puddle on the floor. Youâve squirted the wetness before, but never this much, and you moan out to Father that you had an accident, your knees sliding further apart as you try and spread them while standing. Father tells you to sit on the edge of the bed while he goes to get some towels, presumably to clean up the mess youâve just made, and you blush with embarrassment as you perch lightly on the clean sheets, trying not to get them too wet. When you sit down, something feels very wrong, and a panicked feeling rushes through you, your body automatically leaning back so that your privates arenât obstructed by the bed, legs open as wide as you can keep them.
Youâre panting in time with the clenching of your belly, the rhythm of the pain coinciding with the need to bear down, and you really need to stand up again and squat once the brief respite ends. Your crotch is burning and you let out a scream as your belly hangs between your knees, breasts heavy and leaking atop them. Father rushes back in and kneels under you, fingers skirting along the edge of your hole, and you can feel something large coming out of you. You want to ask what is happening, but you find yourself incapable of anything other than screams as the solid mas slowly inches its way through you. It doesnât fully get out though, and the vice squeezing your belly once more eases, the big mass slipping back inside. You instinctively reach a hand down to your crotch. It feels hot and open and tender, and itâs still dripping as Fatherâs fingers move to stretch your opening.
Father pushes you back so that your butt rests on the edge of the bed, the sudden contact with your lower half causing you to moan and press your crotch out towards the air to avoid grinding it into the bedsheets. He places towels over the puddle on the floor and then has you stand so he can place one on the bed beneath you,something within you telling you to rock your hips back in forth as you wait for him to be finished. Your belly feels rock solid, and it almost hurts to touch but you canât take your hands off it. The skin ripples under your fingers, and the underside is so tender that it makes you keen. Soon the vice grip begins to squeeze your belly once more, and Father pushes you onto your back on the bed, fingers digging into your sweat slick thighs still coated with fluids. Immediately it feels wrong, the pain in your lower back intensifying with the position, but you donât have time to object before Father tells you to grunt with the pain and âpushâ. Whatever is stuck inside you must have to come out, and you do as he says, Grunting and pushing as the pressure increases, the burning around your opening coming back full force as you feel yourself stretch wider and wider. Suddenly itâs like your lower half is on fire, and you screech as your body keeps pushing, the tight squeeze not stopping until suddenly the stretch is over.
You flop back into the bed, still feeling something big between your legs, keeping them open. After a few moments catching your breath you notice Father talking to you, telling you what a good job youâre doing, that itâs almost over. You whimper, begging him to make it stop, but he just caresses your thigh before rubbing a palm over the thing coming out of you, a sensation that makes you moan and makes your stomach tighten and flutter. Your belly is a little lopsided now, the top less firm and the bottom heavier. It feels weird, and you ask Father if you can squat, the twinges in your lower beginning again. He helps you to your feet and then onto your knees, your belly keeping you from seeing just what is spreading you open.
You keep your thighs apart, rubbing your lower belly and moaning, noticing how much softer it feels overall, all of the weight shifting downwards. You grunt and give an experimental push to try and alleviate the pain in your back. But instead of easing it, your whole belly clenches, the swell pulled in and the muscles outlining the bulge within you, and the ache in your hips intensifies. Quickly your squat sends you to your knees, and you canât help but pray that whatever ordeal youâre going through is ended swiftly. Father is behind you, and his hands are around the object coming out of your opening. You feel yourself stretch once more around it, your fists meeting the floor as you give one solid, final push. A scream tears itself from your throat, and you feel the fluid burst from you once more, and suddenly you know itâs over.
Youâre on your  knees, gasping for breath and rubbing your tender belly with one hand while the other braces you on the ground when you hear it. Crying. Suddenly, from between your legs, Father hands you a baby. Your nipples are hard and leaking, and you instinctively bring the child to your chest. When heâs back in front of you, you canât help but look at Father in wonder.
âYou had a baby.â He says matter of factly, looking curiously at the child in your arms.
âIt must be a miracle!â You reply, wondering why God would give a virgin like you such a gift.
oh to be laboring for hours in a dark, cozy den filled with blankets and pillows. you're next to me, massaging my contracting belly and soothing me when the pain gets too intense.
you kneel between my spread legs and encourage me as i bear down, the first of seven puppies making its way along my birth canal. your fingers part the lips of my puppy cunt as the head of the pup begins to bulge and crown.
you have to force my legs apart as i cry out in pain and try to close them to escape the sensation, eventually giving up the fight and collapsing onto my side as the next contraction hits and forces me to push. you lift my leg up and rub my thigh soothingly, moving to place your hand on the crowning pup. you tell me to push. with a loud whine, i deliver the head into your hand and squirm uncomfortably as the shoulders rotate, panting and whimpering. with one more hard push, the rest of the pup slid out onto the towels. i whined tiredly, groaning as the pups shifted in my belly.
You watch in fascination as the visibly pregnant woman in the seat across from you starts panting quietly.
You keep looking as her hands grab the edge of the little table in front of her so hard her knuckles turns white.
You stare, wide-eyed and distinctly aroused, as her leggings start bulging at the crotch with her baby's crowning head.
You touch yourself discreetly as she groans loudly and frantically starts pulling down her leggings, revealing soaked panties straining around a fully birthed head.
You cum silently as her baby slips from her pussy with another long-drawn moan from her.
The first pull started somewhere between the frozen peas and the laundry detergent, a deep, seismic cramp that made Hailey grip the handle of her shopping cart until her knuckles went white. She had been having contractions since four that morning, a low, persistent thrumming in her lower back that she had dutifully timed with an app on her phone. By noon, they were five minutes apart. By three, they were three. Spencer had called the midwife. The bags were packed. The car seat was installed.
But the grocery store was not done.
It was a matter of principle, Hailey insisted through gritted teeth while Spencer looked on with a mixture of awe and terror. She was thirty four weeks pregnant, healthy, strong. She refused to come home from the hospital to a refrigerator full of expired milk and a pantry devoid of coffee. So they had driven the three miles to the big supermarket, Hailey in the passenger seat, breathing through each wave like a bellows. She kept her eyes closed, her hand resting on the apex of her enormous belly. The baby, she knew, was head down. Had been for weeks, a tight, bony knot pressing into her cervix like a battering ram.
Spencer pulled into a parking spot near the cart return. As he shifted the car into park, Hailey felt something change. It was not a contraction. It was a shift. A drop. A sudden, undeniable pressure at the very base of her pelvis, as if the baby had simply decided it was done waiting. The urge to push rose up from somewhere ancient and primal, a wave of pure, physical imperative that stole her breath.
She ignored it.
She unclenched her jaw, opened the car door, and swung her legs out. The July heat hit her like a wall. She stood up, and the weight of the baby drove down into her pelvic floor. She let out a small, involuntary grunt. Just a tiny push. A test. The relief was instant and terrifying. She did it again, a little harder, feeling the babyâs head nudge against her perineum from the inside.
âHailey,â Spencer said, his voice tight. âWe need to go. Now.â
âJust the list,â she gasped, waddling toward the automatic doors. âTen things. Ten minutes.â
The automatic doors sighed open, and the cold, sterile air of the grocery store hit her sweat slicked skin. She grabbed a hand basket, the plastic handles biting into her palm. She didnât make it ten feet. The next urge to push was a violent, full body command. She stopped in the middle of the produce section, between a pyramid of Granny Smith apples and a bin of organic avocados. She bent her knees slightly, gripping the edge of a refrigerated display case, and let her body bear down.
A low, guttural moan escaped her throat. It was not a sound of pain, exactly, but of effort. Deep, guttural, animal. An elderly woman picking through the apples froze, her eyes wide. A young mother with a toddler in the cart seat stared openly, her mouth slightly agape. Hailey didnât care. All she knew was the widening. She could feel her hips, her actual bones, shifting. A deep, burning stretch spread across her pubic symphysis. It felt like her body was being split in two from the inside out, like the baby was forcing her to open whether she wanted to or not.
She straightened up, grabbed the basket, and kept moving. Bread. She needed bread. Each step was a waddle, her legs forced impossibly far apart. Her inner thighs ached. Her leggings, a pair of soft, black maternity leggings, felt obscenely tight. She was acutely aware of the pressure between her legs, a bowling ball sensation that grew with every footstep.
She made it to the bread aisle. As she reached for a loaf of sourdough, another contraction hit. This one was different. It came with a wet, popping sensation deep inside her. A warm gush of fluid flooded down her thighs, soaking her leggings. A puddle formed instantly on the linoleum floor beneath her, a clear, shimmering pool that reflected the fluorescent lights. Her water had broken. And with it came the real pressure.
She dropped the bread. She abandoned the basket. She clutched a shelf of rye and pumpernickel, and she let go.
She bore down with everything she had, her face contorting, her teeth clenched. Her body was doing it now. She was just along for the ride. She felt the babyâs head, impossibly large, a solid, bony globe, inch down through the birth canal. The stretching became a tearing, searing fire. She let out a scream, short and sharp, and then stifled it with her fist.
Across the aisle, a stock boy dropped a box of bagels. Someone was calling for a manager. Hailey didnât care. She needed to squat. Her body knew what to do. She sank down into a deep, primal squat, her back against the canned vegetable shelf. The position opened her pelvis, and the baby descended another inch. She could feel the head now, crowning. A tight, burning ring of fire. She reached down, her fingers trembling, and touched the top of her leggings. There was a bulge. A distinct, unmistakable, fist sized bulge pushing against the fabric. Her babyâs head. Halfway out, contained only by the thin layer of spandex.
She stood up, a new idea driving her. The checkout. She had to get to the checkout. Why? It made no sense, but her laboring brain had latched onto the goal. Pay. Then push. Then go.
She waddled through the store like a broken marionette, her legs spread so wide her hips ached. A trail of amniotic fluid marked her path. People stared. A teenager whispered to her friend. An older man actually crossed himself. Haileyâs face was a mask of concentration, her lips pulled back from her teeth, her breath coming in short, hitching gasps.
She reached the checkout. The only cashier was a young woman with blue hair and a name tag that read âMegan.â Meganâs eyes went wide as saucers as Hailey approached, leaning heavily on the conveyor belt, her belly hanging low, her leggings soaked and visibly distorted by the bulge between her legs.
âAre⌠are you okay?â Megan squeaked.
âJust⌠ring⌠it⌠up,â Hailey panted, pointing at the few scattered items she had somehow managed to grab. Sourdough. A carton of eggs. Coffee.
Meganâs hands were shaking as she picked up the first item, a can of beans Hailey didnât even remember grabbing. She scanned it. The register made a cheerful beep. Then, a catastrophic grinding sound. The screen flickered, went black, and a red error message flashed across the display. The cash register broke down.
Hailey let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Of course. Of course this was happening.
âI⌠I have to get a manager,â Megan stammered, pressing a button on the side of the machine. Nothing happened. âIâll be right back.â
She disappeared. The seconds stretched into minutes. Hailey stood there, her hands flat on the cold metal of the conveyor belt, her legs braced apart. Spencer was suddenly there, his face pale, his hands hovering uselessly.
âHailey, we have to leave. Right now. Iâll drive. Iâll call an ambulance.â
âNo,â she growled, the word a low, animal thing. âIâm not moving.â
The urge to push was no longer an urge. It was a tsunami. A force of nature. She couldnât have stopped it if she wanted to. And she didnât want to. She wanted it out. The head. The huge, massive, broad shouldered head that was stretching her beyond anything she had ever imagined.
She ripped off her leggings. There, in the checkout lane, in front of a dead register and a growing crowd of horrified and fascinated onlookers, she shoved the soaking, fluid stained fabric down her thighs and stepped out of them. She was naked from the waist down. She didnât care. She lowered herself into a deep, agonizing squat, her heels flat on the floor, her knees wide.
And she pushed.
It was a brutal, silent, sustained push. She held her breath. Her face turned purple. Her entire body shook with the effort. She felt the head stretch her vulva, a searing, splitting pain that made her vision go white. And then, with a wet, gushing release, the head emerged. Fully. A dark thatch of hair, a wrinkled forehead, two closed eyes. It hung there, between her legs, the size of a small cantaloupe. A babyâs head, huge and perfect, turning slowly from side to side as if surveying the cereal aisle.
Spencer made a choking sound. Someone screamed. A cell phone was recording.
Hailey didnât see any of it. She only felt the relief. But it was short lived. The shoulders. The enormous head had been the first obstacle, but the shoulders were the true test. The baby turned on its own, a tiny, instinctive rotation, and Hailey felt a fresh wave of burning, stretching pressure.
She stood up, driven by some new instinct. She couldnât squat anymore. She had to stand. She straightened her legs, braced her hands on her lower back, and pushed again, this time with a raw, primal scream that echoed off the high ceilings of the supermarket.
The baby slid. One shoulder. Then the other. A torrent of fluid and blood followed. And then, with a final, shuddering push that ripped a guttural roar from her throat, the entire body came free.
It happened in a rush. A wet, heavy, impossibly slick weight fell through her hands. She caught the baby, her reflexes faster than thought. A boy. A huge, perfect, purple tinged boy with a full head of dark hair and lungs that announced his arrival with a furious, indignant wail.
Hailey sank to her knees on the linoleum floor, the baby against her chest, her body shaking with shock and exhaustion and an overwhelming, primal love. The umbilical cord pulsed between them, still attached. Spencer fell to his knees beside her, tears streaming down his face, laughing and crying at the same time.
The manager finally arrived. He stopped, stared at the scene, and slowly backed away to call an ambulance.
The babyâs head, even as Hailey cradled him, looked almost comically large. A family trait, Spencer would later joke, his voice shaky. The grocery store was a blur of sirens and blankets and paramedics asking questions she couldnât answer. But all Hailey could do was look down at her son, born between the canned beans and the stale bagels, and whisper his name.
âWelcome to the world, little one,â she breathed. âYou certainly know how to make an entrance.â
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I've been kinda obsessed with No I'm Not A Human, and after seeing the scene with the pregnant girl, I KNEW there were ENDLESS possibilities for a freak like me to add birth into this. Post-apocalyptic birth denial, trying to hold a baby in while looking for shelter in times of trust no one? Would you open the door?
Catherine was cosy and comfortable in her huge pioneer bed, rubbing her massive pregnant core. She had wanted to be away from anyone and everything when her baby was ready to come into the world. She was extremely heavy with her baby and its due date was rapidly approaching.
She had been cramping all day long so she had chosen to go to bed early. With her extra warm blankets, she had also made the cabin toasty with the fire burning with extra wood in the grate. She slowly closed her eyes and rested for a while. There was constant uneasiness between her folds but this didn't worry her. The tension had been present for a couple of days now. She knew that the baby was extra big and was becoming increasing unsettled in her womb because of its large size...
Catherine's calming thoughts soon lead to sleep. She slept for sometime until a sudden sharpness between her legs woke her with a loud gasp. The shooting pain twisted around her entire nether region. She panicked and swiftly felt between her thighs. To her sheer surprise, she could feel a small, firm sharp at her lips. She couldn't think straight as another painful surge gripped her lower core. The tension drew downwards and wrapped around her swelling opening. Her fingers pressed again at her entrance between panicked panting breaths. Catherine felt the firmness but this time it was more prominent. Her instincts suddenly knew what it was.....
The top of the baby's head!
It was there! Just inside of her lips. It was ready and well positioned. Catherine was in labour!
Catherine tried to roll over to get up and gather her birthing supplies she had ready for weeks now. She had prepared everything needed for the baby's arrival. She had not embarked on this adventure without thorough planning and research. She pulled the blankets back as another cramping pain brutally consumed her. She gripped the sheets and cried out wildly. The powerful surge twisted and throbbed through her nether region without mercy. Her entire body felt shaky and feverish within minutes. This was happening too fast. So fast!
Catherine was damp between her legs as the need to do something about moving the head forward took over. She kept thinking it too soon but her body had other plans. She needed to stop fighting the urges taking over her laboring core. Catherine swiftly pulled some pillows around her and began to pant! She panted wildly until the urges were totally unbearable. Catherine burrowed into one of the pillows as the pain horrifically peaked.
She yelled and surrendered!
She pushed and pushed hard!
Catherine bore down as long as she felt the tension. The heavy fullness slammed forward with red hot pressure. She could feel the roundness of the crown throbbing and pressing against her lips. She grunted and groaned and yelled out as loud as the pain persisted between her folds.
As the pain rose and eased, the laboring woman tried to regain some composure.
The supplies!
Her first thought as the fog of pain cleared briefly and she gathered her strength to pull herself off the bed. As she edged herself off the mattress, another violent surge stuck her and she howled out wildly. Catherine collapsed back among the crushed sheets and mountain of pillows. She gasped and pushed without thought. She gritted her teeth and bore down with all her might. Her frantic fingers ran between her wet lips to feel more of the crown present and merging. She was about to give birth. There was nothing to stop it now.
Catherine curled forward and pushed harder. The wet dome pressed firmly with her strong exertions. It was massive. She couldn't believe the pressure pulsating at her fingers. The laboring woman pushed, panted and gasped until the powerful surge eased again. She decided to give up on trying to retrieve the birthing supplied she had meticulously prepared for this event. She needed to focus on the realistic progress of her present state. Catherine rolled back against the pillows and gathered herself for the next intense contraction.
The mother to be didn't need to wait long. The brutal pain came with all its fiery within minutes. She gripped her ankles and pushed with a howling growl. She felt more of the crown slam through her enflamed opening. Catherine felt everything. It was the biggest, most unbearable sensation. She pushed and screamed as she swelled more and more with the gigantic head.
Falling backwards, she took in a brief pause when the surging torture dropped away. She wished she had someone with her right now to wipe her feverish body. It would be wonderful. But the main task took central stage on the next quaking contraction. Shouting out, the birther bore down and worked with all her might. All the straining brought forth the most unmistakable shift between her thighs. Gasping, the incredible force announced the baby was ready for birthing.
Losing all sense of time, Catherine began to push, scream and yell all at the same time. The powerful pressure came in uncontrollable waves. The room filled with unnatural cries of pain as the mother entered the final stage of labour.
Without knowing how long she endured this ordeal, suddenly an indescribable sensation filled her entire core. Catherine roared out and pushed stronger and harder than ever. An eruptive, humongous rushing force filled her entrance. The head exploded forward. Birthing fluid followed with an animalistic cry of release. Within moments, the rest of the body thrusted through her pulsing opening.
Gasping for air, Catherine cried along with the wailing sounds of her newly born daughter between her legs. She looked back to see she was huge, healthy and perfect.
Hours passed! The mother rested quietly with her sleeping daughter and was so happy to have experienced this amazing event. The peaceful surroundings closed in and soon the mother was asleep as well dreaming of her next birthing adventure.