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In the dimly lit room in their apartment, Adam sat in front of his wife Sarah's bulging pussy, one of his hand in his vagina and the other one on her belly. The air was heavy with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of their first child.
As the contractions intensified, Sarah's grip on the bed tightened, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Adam's heart raced with excitement.
He was overcome with an overwhelming wave of excitement as his wife brought their child into the world. She surrendered to each crest of agony as it washed over her.
Then came the moment they had been waiting for. Sarah's body tensed as she felt the unmistakable sensation of the baby crowning.Sarah's cries filled the air.
Adam's heart raced with excitement at the mere thought, yet he found himself unable to confess the emotions bubbling within him. He struggled to articulate his emotions in this moment, consumed by a sense of shame.
He concealed his bubbling excitement, yet within, he recognized that this moment had been his cherished dream since the tender age of thirteen.Feeling a rush of emotion, Adam leaned in closer, offering words of encouragement and support. "You're doing amazing, Sarah. I'm right here with you".
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I didnāt ask to end up like this. Bloated and fat with some drunk bastardās kid in me.
I didnāt ask to get pinned against the bar I work at and fucked all god damned night. Of course the idiot shot his load inside me too. When this bastardās kid started showing, I lost my job at the bar. Iām practically homeless now, all Iāve got left to sell is my body. I fuck men all goddamn night for chump change while this brat inside me continues to ruin my life. The kind of men that hire me are into some depraved shit, but who am I to judge? I kinda get off on it too. I got a gun for sole insurance, these guys treat girls like me rough. I guess my luck hasnāt entirely run out, one night while working I find him. This bratās dad hired me for the night, he doesnāt even recognize me. I ride him for most of the night until he fucks me so rough that my water breaks.
I canāt have this cowardly little fuck running away from me, heās gonna sit his ass down and watch what he did to me. Itās surprisingly easy to tie someone down at gunpoint.
God fucking dammit this hurts. This brat has been forcing its way out of me for hours now. Iāve got the hotel room all to myself and the kidās father as a scream and grunt through these fucking contractions. The kidās father is a sobbing mess, I guess cause I keep putting the gun in his mouth. Heās actually kind of cute tied to that chair. Iām getting goddamn blood and birthing fluids all over the place, it hurts so damn much I keep doubling over in pain. Iāll drop this kid in its dadās lap, maybe that way heāll take some fucking responsibility.
Something is seriously wrong with me. I started crowning and it was the worst pain Iāve ever felt in my life, but I couldnāt stop coming. I came all over the kidās dad and him watching me while squirming in his restraints made my orgasm even harder. I can feel the kid splitting me in two, moving through my body like a lead weight. I see the kidās dadās eyes go wide so I guess the head is out at least. Iām so happy to finally get this fucker back for what he did to me. Maybe Iāll put a bullet in his brain after this and be done with it.
Itās been like two days now and I finally scream the kidās body out of my pussy. Blood and fluid everywhere. I made sure to give birth directly on this guyās chest, he can get an up close view to what he did to me. The kid and the dad both are squirming and crying. The sweat across my body makes me feel cold, I can almost feel the umbilical cord dangling as I stand over my baby daddy. He looks so pathetic tied to that chair. I want to put a bullet in his brain but something comes over me. Heās so cute tied to that chair, heās panicking and crying with his own newborn son on his chest. I canāt look away from them both. I think Iām in love.
Iāll keep the kid and his dad. Theyāll be my men from now on. Maybe Iāll even let this guy knock me up again.
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They each came from different places. One was a wealthy woman taken from her home, one was someoneās girlfriend, offered up to pay off her boyfriendās debt, and one was taken from the hospitalās parking lot. She had just finished a maternity class when my people that had been watching her for weeks finally decided to take her.
Theyād been kept in this disgusting, abandoned factory for days before anyone came for them. They lay on filthy mattresses chained to the floor. Each had been stripped down to nothing, humiliated and treated like cattle as they were prepared for their new lives. Nothing about their old lives mattered anymore, theyād never go back to their jobs or their families. They belonged to their new owners now. The men who bought them.
Theyād need to be broken in first so that whatever hope of defiance or escape they have will be gone. they need to stay obedient. Itās a long process, the same men who took them and kept them here will fuck them in groups of two or three. Rough sex for days on end is used to break their spirits and everything is filmed to be sold online. Theyāre also forced to watch each other get raped. Sometimes theyāre even forced to join in.
Some girls take to their new lives faster than others. They suck what theyāre told to and fuck whoever fucks them. Theyāre easy to break and make perfect pets for their future owners.
This redhead however, was defiant to the end. I think itās the motherly instinct, we should have picked her up either much sooner or after the brat was born. Daily gang bangs wear her down but all sheās concerned about is protecting the brat. She still has that bad attitude.
The other two girls have begun to accept their new lot in life, but red here continues to fight with everything sheās got. Thatās fine, my boys are more than happy to keep her here a bit longer. The man who bought her doesnāt want the kid, so weāll fuck her until sheās ready to give birth.
It doesnāt take more than a day or two of some rough sex to break her water. She was so close to giving birth anyway. It takes all damn day and her voice goes horse from screaming. We pass the time fucking her and making the other girls watch her give birth. She refuses to push for a long time, some kind of delusion that she could hold it in long enough for help to arrive. Once sheās crowning, the reality of her situation hits her and she starts to become more and more obedient.
She cries and begs for help but all we care about is getting the brat out of her. The man who bought her from us didnāt want her kid. So we continue to fuck her and she continues to give birth in this filthy abandoned factory. She finally understands that no one is coming to help her.
After two days the redhead finally gives birth. The process is a real horror show and we force the other girls to watch. We take the kid away and thatās the final straw that breaks her spirit. Sheāll be nice and obedient now for her new owner. Maybe if sheās lucky heāll put another kid inside her and she can be a good little brood mare.
Samantha was taken quick, quicker than even she realized. Sheād just gotten out of the gym in the early morning and was looking down at her phone while walking down the steps when a van pulled up to the curb and several men pulled her in before driving off.
Theyād put a black bag over her face and bound her wrists and ankles as they drove away like nothing happened. She doesnāt even know if anyone saw her get taken. Samantha fought and screamed and struggled the entire drive, fighting against her restraints, and fighting against the gag in her mouth. The men laughed as they held her down and kept her still for the long car ride. All she knows was that they drove for a long time, long enough to get out of the city by her guess.
During the drive, the men held disgusting conversations about her, her body, how much money theyād make off of her. She was their property now and there was nothing she could do about it. They apparently liked her dark hair and how fit she was, and how her thighs rubbed together when she walked. Samanthaās heart stopped cold when one of the men commented about how small her breasts were, and the other responded with āitās alright, after she has a few kids theyāll get bigger.ā Samantha struggled all the harder from then on out, but it was useless, the men kept her bound, gagged, and blinded.
Eventually, the bag was removed and Samantha saw an imposing, dilapidated warehouse out in the middle of nowhere at the edge of the city limits. Taking in her surroundings it was clear that barely anyone was around this abandoned area.
The men brought her into the warehouse and the inside was just as ruined as the outside. Samantha was stripped almost naked and brought into a room with several other kidnapped women. Her mind went to cattle lineups sheād seen on tv. Thatās what she and these other women were now, cattle. Their lives now consist of living chained to rooms within this decaying warehouse filming all manner of degrading and violent porn films. Samantha and the other women were given their own rooms and raped day in and day out, sometimes on camera, and sometimes off camera. Sometimes just one man, and sometimes dozens. Sometimes just sex, and sometimes violent tortures.
One day, one of the men told Samantha how he had something special to show her. He dragged her through the halls of the warehouse and down the stairs into the basement. The man threw Samantha to the ground and when she looked up, she saw another blonde woman, heavily pregnant, struggling through giving birth while chained to an old pipe. The men filmed the poor girl as sheād seemingly given up all defiance and focused only on the pain of giving birth. She labored quietly through long moans and short breaths, her eyes closed and completely ignoring the world outside of her current ordeal.
Samantha watched in horror as the girl trembled with effort, the camera leering as her body opened up with blood and birthing fluids pouring out of her as her infant split her open and slid out. The blonde girl let out a trembling moan as she almost looked unconscious.
Samantha simply stared in horror as the men left the camera rolling while several of them descended on the poor girl and began using every part of her body to satisfy themselves. She was too exhausted to fight back and looked like the men were raping a corpse. The blonde girl simply moaned in pain softly and looked at her child as it was left ignored where it fell squirming and crying.
Samanthaās attention was pulled from the horrible sight as the man that had brought her here knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder. He smiled wildly and told her that āit wonāt be long now!ā As he held up a positive pregnancy test. Samanthaās heart truly broke for good when she saw that test.
She knew what was in store for her.
I haggardly stand at the stove cooking him dinner when another pain comes. I bite my lip and grip the wooden spoon hard. Iāve been in labor all day and I had hoped that I would have dropped his baby by now, giving me the chance to get out. Itās taken me months to get my affairs in order. Once I am empty of him I will run and never look back. I never wanted this. I never wanted to grow a baby for any manā not even my husband. I have made it clear that I didnāt want children. He didnāt care. Never did. I was always intended to be his own personal baby factory.
Another contraction ripples through me and I grip the handle of the oven, gritting my teeth. I run my hand over my large mound thats causing my dress to go taut. Itās been hours. Sweat coats my head, I can feel it drip down my back.
From his perspective Iāve been tolerant of whatās happening to me. Iām not pretending Iām happy about this situation. He knows Iām not and doesnāt care. But Iāve been careful to hide the fact that Iām terrified and will leave the moment I can. I donāt think he suspects anything.
I feel his arms wrap around my swollen abdomen. Heās been way more physical with me in this state than he ever was before he got me pregnant and I know this damn belly is the reason why. Heās always staring at me, touching me, fucking me, like he canāt get enough. It makes me sick.
Iām a week overdue and I know nothing about whatās growing inside me. I could care less. Heās never allowed me any hospital visits because he wonāt allow any man or woman to see the parts of me that he claims belong to him. Probably for the best anyway, it never left me an opportunity to get attached. He told me he wouldnāt allow me to give birth anywhere other than in our home where it would be just him and me.
So he could watch.
So he could watch as I scream and not be judged for how aroused giving birth would make him. He wanted a show.
I inhale as I feel a contraction creeping up, my stomach hardens under his touch. He stills behind me knowing what this means. It was a hard one and I canāt help the sob that escapes my throat.
āItās time isnāt it?ā He says. He reaches over and turns the burner off. āDinner will have to wait,ā
He turns me around. I start to panic, I have to do something to stall this or him⦠I donāt know. But I canāt give birth in front of him and not here where thereās no one to help me!
āM-Maybe I should go to the hospitalā¦ā I start, if I could get there I could have the staff kick him out. āYou know, where itās safer and they know what theyāre doing,ā
He chuckles. āBelieve me, I know exactly what Iām doing. Thereās not much to it youāre the one that has to do most of the work anyway,ā
āPlease, I would be much more comfortable thereā what if something goes wrong!ā
His eyes narrow. Thereās no persuading him. āYouāll be fine, weāve prepared for this. We have everything we need,ā if I werenāt mistaken Iād say he looked anxious, in an excited way. āIāll get everything readyā He headed upstairs.
Another contraction hit and I braced the counter in front of me to keep me up right. I moaned. I could feel a heavy weight descend deep inside me. Itās coming. I never wanted to feel this, I never wanted to know what this was like and now I donāt have a choice. This baby is about to tear its way out of me and heās going to watch. Satisfied that he did this to me, that he made me do this for him. I canāt let this happen.
His baby dropped lower, I could feel the descent causing me to groan loudly. I couldnāt help it. As I groaned I lowered myself into a squat, still gripping the counter tightly above my head. I look toward the direction he left in hoping he didnāt hear me. Itās coming fast. I foolishly think I have a chance at delivering his baby before he gets back. Being in labor all day has hopefully paid off, I look towards the door to my salvation. All I have to do isā¦
I push.
As terrified as I am to do this Iām desperate to get it out quickly. I spread my legs wide apart beneath me, my dress allowing me the room I need. I read that squatting is the most efficient way to push out a baby. I have to get it out of me before he comes backā I wonāt be made into a spectacle. If I can just get this life ruiner out of me I can leave. Iāll run and never look back so it can never happen again! I do my very best to keep quiet. My face straining with the effort to push and to prevent myself from making noise. I exhale through pursed lips, take another breath and push again. I donāt even wait for a contraction. I have to⦠get this⦠baby⦠OUT OF ME! I gasped.
āAh!ā I lean my head into my arm to muffle the noise. āPlease, please, please!ā I cry softly into my arm. I give another push closing my eyes. āGet out!ā I growl. I push so hard and long that I didnāt notice my husband come back until I felt his hand reach under my backside between my legs.
I jumped in fear and cried out. I felt his fingers slip inside my wet pussy.
āLook at youā¦ā he crooned.
āStop!ā I whimpered, still gripping the counter.
āI have to check your progress,ā He put a hand on my back, pressing me into the cabinet and pushed his fingers in deeper. āHeās close, youāre about ready to crown,ā
A contraction came and I felt the babyās head slide into his hand as I involuntarily pushed. He groaned. I cried, both from the pain and knowing that my predicament is arousing him. Itās a nightmare.
He withdrew his hand and grabbed me under my arms, lifting me up and then his arm went under my legs as he carried me to the dinning room. He walked up to the table, kicked a chair out of the way and to my astonishment laid me atop the white table cloth.
āW-what are you doing?ā I stammered. I cried out again and gripped my belly as my contractions grew worse.
This is not ideal. The hard, flat wood beneath me is making it so uncomfortable to birth. Itās perfect for him, Iām elevated giving him the perfect view to stand there and watch.
He grabbed my shoulders, laying me back and took each leg. He drew them up, bending them with my feet flat on the table and pushed my knees a part.
I pushed them back together. As if I could prevent this from happening. He forcefully shoved them apart again. There is nothing I can do to stop this, stop him from watching his baby tear its way out of me.
I could see the hunger in his perverse eyes. āI want you splayed out for me like my own personal feast,ā He growled.
āPleaseā¦ā I sobbed. I tried to get up, but he forced me back down. I couldnāt get far anyway. His baby is sitting so low inside me now I can barely move without feeling it. The urge to push growing increasingly strong. My body wanted me to give in, to push and be rid of it.
I screamed. Fighting my instincts to birth. āAhhhhhha!ā
His voice was eerily soft and low. āI want to see it ruin you. I want to see my baby split you wide,ā
āNoā¦ā I sobbed. I would not be made into a spectacle. I swallowed my screams. My pants came out harsh through my nose and my face strained from the effort to hold back. I couldnāt help the growls and groans that I trapped in my throat.
I would not scream. I would not scream.
Itās what he wants. I refused to give him the satisfaction..
He shoved my dress further up my thighs so it wouldnāt block his view. Then took scissors that I assumes is for cutting the cord and cut my underwear off, tossing the aside.
āTheyāre ruined anyway,ā
Then he grabbed the ends of the table cloth and yanked it toward him, bringing me closer.
āFirst, my appetizer,ā He dropped onto his knees, stroking my thighs and then lowered his face to my throbbing opening. I felt his warm tongue flick my clit and Iām ashamed at how good it felt. Pleasure and mortification both mixing in a slurry of emotions.
āPlease no⦠stopā¦ā
He feasted on me a top our dinning room table while giving birth to his baby. I whimpered against his slick tongue. The babyās head built pressure around it and it made it that much harder to resist the pleasure. This last thing I wanted was to endure him enjoying this and heās forcing me to do the same. I wouldnāt give in! But the baby stretched me further and further until I thought Iād burst open and I couldnāt help but grasp onto those ripples of pleasureā anything to make the pain stop.
āPLEASE!ā
Please stop? Keep going? I wasnāt sure anymore.
āMmmmā¦ā I felt him growl. āCum out my babyā¦ā
I hate this man. Not just for forcing this baby into my body and making me birth for him, but forcing me to enjoy any small part of this. My climax grew until it burst from me in a scream like no other. My muscles gripped and spasmed around the large baby inside my tunnel in a mix of pain and pleasure.
āGAAAHHHHHH!ā
The waves of my release pushed the baby further from me into a full crown. āGet it out! Get it out of me!ā I scream, there was no time for my body to stretch. I canāt help but spread my legs further a part to make room for this huge baby. I canāt possible push this thing out of my body!
He lifted his head. āOnly you can do that honey,ā He says unsympathetically. āAnd youāre doing beautifully,ā he smirks.
I feel the pain searing all the way down to my anus. The babyās head is bulging and straining against me.
I feel his fingers trace the head around my splitting, dripping folds. āLook what I did. Heās right there⦠coming out of you,ā He sounded mesmerized.
I scream in terror that Iām about to tear wide open. āAhhhhh! FUCK!!!ā I stop pushing, I canāt possibly make myself do this!
āItās splitting me!ā I sob.
āYesā¦ā he growls, satisfied by my pain and the show Iām giving him because of it. āI fucked this baby into you and now youāll give him to me,ā
Despite my efforts to stop the head is slipping further, Iām not even pushing! My own body is betraying me with every contraction. āOH GOD! PLEASE NO!ā
I grip the edges of the table, preparing for the worst. It has to come out. It has to! I donāt have a choice⦠but it hurts so muchātoo much.
āHELP ME PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!ā Iām clearly desperate if Iām begging for this monsters help.
āQuit fighting it, you canāt. This baby will come out whether you want it to or not. Thereās no stopping it. So spread those beautiful legs for me nice and wide and let it come,ā
Let it come, like an order heās waiting for. Like itās my job to serve himā to give him this baby, literally, on a platter whether I wanted to or not. Another contraction comes and I feel his baby surging forward against my will. Itās coming and I canāt stop it! I pant hard and fast, my back arches, my knuckles go white, my legs spread wide. I groan loudly and involuntarily push, my body doesnāt give me the choice. My tunnel strains trying to force this heavy weight out of me.
I hear him moan. āOh fuck yes,ā I can hear him stroking his cock. āKeep going babyā push him out for me!ā
My opening parts inch by inch, agonizingly slow. The pain searing and burning became too much and my mouth falls open with the most primal scream Iāve ever made as the head splits around my folds. Splitting me further than I ever thought I could.
āUGHHHHHHā AAAAAAHHHHHH!ā
I felt the head slip from me in a hot wet rush, providing temporary relief. My head slumped back against the table. I heard him shout his release, I could see his limp form brace the table to keep himself upright.
āFuckkkā¦ā He panted and regained his composure, tucking his member away.
Then I felt the awful sensation of the baby rotating inside of me. āUghh! OH! OH! UHHHH!ā
He cupped the babyās head. āThis is it, its almost here,ā
I gripped my legs under my thighs, my head and back lifting off the table slightly as I pushed.
āPush!ā He yelled.
The shoulders strained and bulged. āUHHHHH!ā I screamed.
āKeep pushing!ā He kept yelling.
āFUCK YOU!ā I screamed back. I gasped and drew another breath giving it everything I had left. āUGHHHHH!ā The wide shoulders kept straining, This prick is doing nothing to help, just supporting his babyās head.
āOH FUCK!ā It has to come out, I canāt take anymore. I push desperately, sobbing.
āPULL IT OUT!ā I scream.
āNo! You will push! Push it out of you now!ā
āI CANāT!ā I gasp.
āYou will! Now PUSH!ā He shouted.
I strain and strain, pushing until I run out of breath. One shoulder dislodges and then the second. The rest of the baby follows quickly into my husbands hands. I flop back against the table, utterly spent.
I hear the baby cry. āGood, a boy,ā He says, not at all enthused. I hear him walk away with his crying offspring and put him somewhere in the living room. He comes back to cut the cord as I look towards the door I, heartbreakingly, no longer have the strength to go through with longing.
I felt him grip my thighs and lift me up slightly. My attention snapped to him.
āWhat are you doing?ā My voice raspy from screaming.
āYou did so good, I canāt wait to fuck another one into youā¦ā He had me lifted up so he could push himself into my ass. The cord is still attached to me I hadnāt even delivered the after birth.
āYou can call this my dessert,ā
I sobbed. I could feel the dull cramping as my body attempted to deliver the placenta. He tugged on the cord as he thrusted into me and eventually without any will of my own, it slurped out of me onto the floor.
I disassociated it all and rolled my head to the front door once again feeling hopeless. My freedom that once seems so close now seemed too far away. He was almost done. As my body jerked with the force of his thrusts and his baby wailed in the background, I vowed that I would be gone by the time the sun came up.
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PART 1 - THE CASE OF ROSIEāS HUGE, PREGNANT BELLY
Rosie placed a hand under her swollen belly as she tried to sit up, her back straining trying to support the baby that had completely taken over her petite frame. At 28 weeks, Dr Green had told Rosie that her fundal height was an astonishing 40 cm, or equivalent to 40 weeks. Her family, friends and strangers at the grocery store would try to conceal their shock when Rosie would tell them she was not even three quarters into her pregnancy, yet her belly had already dropped, and the lower half of her belly would peek out of her tight clothes with every movement.Ā
Rosie chalked it up to her height, she was a petite woman after all, standing at 5ā3 and the suspected father (from a list of one night stands) was likely Elijah, the towering ex D1 hockey player. But her belly was simply far too large, protruding downwards as her popped navel strained against the pressure of the belly and litres of amniotic fluid likely in there. Dr Green had compiled all the possibilities - naturally large baby, polyhydramnios (excess amniotic fluid) or multiples but the mystery of Rosieās huge, swollen belly remained.Ā
In the meantime, Rosie was trying not to dread the next 12 weeks, hoping that she would deliver earlier knowing the possibilities of being bed bound. Dr Green estimated Rosieās fundal height to hit 50 - 55 cm by her due date, which at that point, would require Rosie to rely on a wheelchair. This was not going to be a fun rideā¦
PART 2 - THE BIG MYSTERY SOLVED
Rosie was now 32 weeks along and was constantly treated like she would go into labour any minute. And it wasnāt an overreaction - Rosie required two belly support bands to even walk a few metres and when sitting, had to open her legs to have enough space for her belly. Her gait had widened significantly and Rosie always had a hand placed under her belly to lift it up and support the weight - garnering curious and shocked looks from everyone in her life.Ā
Today was her 32 week appointment, and after a frustrating morning of trying to find clothes that would fit, Rosie showed up at the hospital wearing maternity leggings so tight that the waistband left indentations on her belly and an oversized tee that was fitting a little too snug. After signing in at the front desk, Rosie spent two minutes trying to sit down in the waiting room, placing a hand awkwardly on the back of the chair and a hand under her belly. Luckily, a man having noticed her discomfort offered help, and as embarrassed as Rosie was, she let the man help lower her down onto the chair, finally sighing in relief as she rubbed her huge, swollen belly.Ā
Whilst waiting for her appointment, Noah, the helpful stranger, struck up a conversation, and Rosie was in no place to refuse. It helped that he was cute, with lovely green eyes and a crooked smile as Rosie asked if he wanted to feel her belly. Rosie lifted up her shirt, and pulled down the leggings that caused her belly to spill out on her lap. With the hand that wasnāt in a cast, Noah rubbed her belly, feeling the baby kick, before asking Rosie if she really was only 32 weeks with a singleton. Jokingly rolling her eyes, Rosie confirmed she really was and acting impulsively, asked Noah if he wanted her number. Flattered that a woman, but especially one as pretty as Rosie would be interested in him, Noah immediately passed her his phone for her to save her contact information.Ā
By the time Noah left in giddy excitement, the nurse had called up Rosie, and immediately came to her aid as she saw the poor pregnant woman struggling to sit up, her belly constricting her movement. With both hands supporting her swollen bump, the belly bands clearly ineffective, Rosie finally made her way to Dr Greenās office. The physician looked her up and down, before promptly ordering the nurse to help Rosie up onto the examination bed. Dr Green measured her fundal height, pressing the measuring tape firmly from the base of Rosieās stomach to her swollen pelvic area before gasping at the results. 46 cm, or as Dr Green explained, Rosieās belly was the size of a 46 week pregnant bump, surpassing most women who were pregnant with multiples. Dr Green then moved onto the ultrasound, paying extra close attention to the monitor before doing a double take. The doctor pressed the transducer (wand) firmly over Rosieās belly several times over, before composing herself to reveal the news.Ā
āRosie, you have a rare medical condition called uterus didelphys. Or also called a double uterus. The ultrasound results show that in your first uterus, you have one baby 32 weeks along. Your second uterus, hard to see because of your first, has two more babies, measuring at around 22 weeksā
Rosie stared at the monitor, trying to comprehend that this entire time, sheās been pregnant with triplets. The first baby would have been Elijahās, the ex hockey player. And the father of the set of twinsā¦from Rosieās blurry memory would have been either Jacob or Daniel. Now, more than ever, Rosie regretted her months of wild clubbing and one night stands.Ā
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