Just Pant

“Y-yes!? Hello!! Hi, my friend is in labor and I don’t know how much longer he can hold the baby in!! His contractions are only a few minutes apart!! Please, send some help!!”

*meanwhile, me, feeling like I’m going to fucking explode as this 20lb egg impacts the inside of my ass trying to be born*

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*huff huff huff hoo…*

*huff huff huff hoo…*

“HRRNGGGHH—UGHOOOOMYGOD!!”

Like what if you worked on an oil rig and one day while doing your rounds you find a mermaid who was injured and got separated from her pod and despite her initial hostility you decide to help her. Once she realizes you’re not trying to hurt her, she warms up to you, and you both fascinate each other so much you end up becoming friends as her tail heals and you start sneaking down to water level to talk to her every day. But then talking becomes exploring and exploring becomes fucking so you just end up having a secret mermaid buddy that you fuck that becomes the actual highlight of your day while out on the ocean at your shitty, dangerous job.

And then one day she just seems tired and off and in pain and after you pry about it she reveals to you that the reason that her and her pod were migrating is because it’s mating season and she needs to lay or she might become egg bound. Which is something you’ve only vaguely heard about, but you know it’s something that can be fatal to egg-laying creatures. So you ask her why she doesn’t just do that, and she tells you that with the way mermaids mate, she can’t lay unless she’s laying the eggs into a mate, so then you ask her what happens if she doesn’t and she reluctantly tells you she’ll die.

And like, this is your mermaid fuck buddy but she’s also your friend now and you really don’t want her to die so you ask if there’s anything you can do to help.

She just laughs humorlessly and tells you no, not unless you want to take the eggs and you can tell she’s not serious, but you’re pretty serious about having her not die so you say you’ll do it.

She doesn’t believe you at first and then she brushes you off because humans and mermaids have different anatomy and it might not even be possible and it might actually hurt you so it’s not a great idea.

You think sure, it might hurt you, but not laying will definitely kill her and you think it’s worth a shot. You point this out and she agrees after mulling it over.

This is how you find out that mermaid eggs are around the size of a plum at this point in their development and also what it’s like to have a mermaid push her eggs deep inside you as she clutches you from behind in the water, her webbed fingers wrapped tight around fistfuls of your shirt as she shakes with relief.

This is why you end up sneaking back up to your cabin dripping wet and locking yourself inside, leaning against the door as you massage your gut where you can now feel three…? hard, round lumps far beneath your skin.

This is why you spend a month carefully covering yourself in loose t shirts when you’re not wearing boots and waterproof coveralls and watching in equal parts amazement and dread as your belly starts to gently swell around the growing masses inside you. You fend off jokes about your weight gain and when you visit the mermaid, she’s equally amazed that they’ve actually grown inside you instead of just being immediately expelled.

You don’t say it to her—you manage to actually act pretty nonchalant about the whole thing—but the thought of how they’re going to come back out is definitely weighing on you, which is stupid because they’re obviously coming out the way they went in.

You’re just a little nervous because they’re just…Well. They’re definitely bigger than when they went in. When you press your hand into your belly to try to feel them, it feels like one would now fill your entire palm.

You try not to think about it, even when you feel the eggs shifting and settling uncomfortably low inside you. Even when a dull pain starts squeezing your gut at increasingly regular intervals and your belly becomes so tight over the eggs that you can almost see their outline when you take your shirt off in the privacy of your cabin at the end of the day.

You only start to when the pain becomes sharper and so much more intense that you’re forced to call your supervisor to say you’re violently vomiting all over your bathroom because that’s the only way you’ll get out of your shift.

This is when you end up pacing the incredibly short length of your cabin, occasionally stopping as the pressure down there becomes so strong you have to bite the back of your hands to muffle the sounds you make. And then you can no longer pace and you double over your low dresser, gripping its sides with white-knuckled fingers and gasping as the cramps—the contractions—steal your breath away.

You didn’t really ask the mermaid what was going to happen when you had to get the eggs back out of you. You didn’t think of trying to sneak back down to the waterline so that she could help you either. You’re regretting that now, but it’s way, way too late to do anything about it. The eggs aren’t going give you time to question every decision that got you here. They’re not going to wait until you’re ready for them to transition from being inside of you to being outside. They’re coming out now.

"Okay, your anus is fully dilated. We're going to start pushing now okay baby?"

You nodded in panic. Despite what the books had told you, there was no preparing your body for this. Not what the science was asking you to do, a boy becoming a mother. It was at this point your mom and sister flanked you on either side and held your knees apart.

You reached over for your sister's hand and held it tight. There is no one else you would have put yourself through this for if it wasn't her baby. You felt her tears fall off her cheeks onto your arms, the warmth of your mother's hand in your hair, rubbing up and down your head and neck, whispering gentle words of support.

You had tried to cling to some masculine dignity through this, that this all just a favor for a friend and that having a baby didn't make you any less of a boy. You had asked your father and brothers not to see you like this. But being here, surrounded by the ladies of your life, your midwife inside you, your bowels tensing in anticipation of pushing out your baby boy, you gave in. For at least that moment you were a complete woman, gushing with life.

He has taken his Viagra and the midwife has given her the pitocin when he calls her over she crawls the contractions have just started.

He had been seated in a chair watching her body begin the labor process when he calls her over and tells her to straddle him sinking his pulsing cock completely into her letting it sit against her slightly dilated cervix.

"This is where you will stay until it's time to push baby" he says as he slowly thrusts into her.

As her labor progresses he had no need to thrust her moans and whimpers along with the strong contractions gripping his cock is all he needs to cum over and over again.

Make him whine, moan and beggg <33

Basically make a loser nerdy virgin cry from how good mommy makes him feel!

Train him to make a good whore.

Make him take mommy’s strap.