LilyTumBunny

(Contains: major discomfort, overdue, big baby, supportive but horny husband)

I'm in my final days of growing the life you put in me 43 weeks ago. By now, there was no such thing as comfort. Everything hurt. My hips, my belly, my back, all of it. Each day I'm praying to god for consistent labor pains to take hold but they always taper off into nothing, and I'd cry every time I felt the contractions slipping away. The thought of being pregnant for one more day was pure torture. I couldn't take the constant pain and the pressure...

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

And he’s watching me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I should be waddling and lumbering around the house, hand on the walls for support, lugging a gigantic dense balloon of a belly around rn...

I should be huffing and puffing as I haul a huge, heavy, spherical, baby-laden belly around, struggled to carry its weight and so full of babies that I could pop at any moment rn...

It was, in fact, not just pee😔

He's so massively overdue with no end in sight, belly tight and swollen and still growing months after what he thought his due date was. Whatever's inside him wont stop writhing and kicking, seemingly eager to come out, but with each passing day, he only gets bigger and heavier. Nearly two years into the pregnancy, he's now pinned down by the sheer weight of his overgrown belly. Every movement from the massive creature aches and stretches his thin translucent skin, tenting his belly outward and testing its elasticity.

Still not sure if I want to give them the twins but just in case I do I've included that one too :3

Across the room, Jamie, eight months along and perpetually annoyed about it, snorted into his glass. "Tell me about it. This girl been using my bladder as a trampoline since 4 AM." He stretched his legs out, the hem of his oversized shirt riding up to expose the dark trail of hair leading down to his waistband. The fabric strained over the taut curve of him, and he didn't bother pulling it back down.

Dylan, the quietest of the three, just smirked from his spot on the floor, back propped against the couch. His fingers traced idle circles over his own swollen stomach, the motion slow and proprietary. When he spoke, his voice was a lazy drawl. "Least yours don't elbow you in the ribs when you're trying to eat." As if on cue, the baby offered a kick hard enough that the fabric of his tank top twitched.

Leo groaned, arching his back to relieve the pressure. "Christ, I need to get laid." His palm slid lower, pressing against the heat between his thighs, and Jamie watched with darkening eyes, taking a slow sip of his drink. "You say that like it's a problem," Jamie muttered, setting the glass down with deliberate care. "Jase and Eli are gonna be home soon."

Dylan shifted, rolling onto his knees with a grunt, his belly hanging heavy between his arms. He crawled toward Leo, eyes flickering with hunger, and licked his lips. "We could start without them." The suggestion hung thick in the air, and Leo didn't hesitate. He grabbed Dylan by the hair and dragged him closer, their swollen stomachs pressing together in a slow, heated grind.

Jamie's glass hit the coffee table harder than necessary as he stood, his breath already uneven. He straddled Leo's lap, fingers digging into the softness of his belly before sliding down to palm him through his sweats. Leo groaned, head tipping back, and Jamie leaned in to bite his throat. "Fuck, you two..." Dylan cut him off with a rough kiss, his hand slipping between Jamie's thighs, pressing hard against the damp fabric of his boxers.

Leo's hands were everywhere, from gripping Jamie's hips, to sliding under Dylan's shirt to pinch his nipples, dragging nails down skin. The weight of their bellies pressed together made everything hotter, tighter, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through them. Dylan rocked against Leo's thigh, gasping when Jamie's teeth caught his lower lip. "God, yeah...just like that."

Jamie groaned, licking a wet stripe up Leo's thigh, sucking bruises into the soft skin where his leg met his hip. His fingers spread Leo wider, thumbs pressing against his clit in slow circles, making Leo's hips jerk. Beneath him, Dylan whimpered, tongue teasing Jamie's swollen mound through his shorts, fingers digging into Jamie's thighs as Jamie bucked forward.

Leo's breath hitched as Jamie's tongue dipped inside him, lapping at him in slow, deliberate strokes. The angle was awkward with their bellies pressed together, but Jamie made it work, curling his tongue just right, dragging ragged moans from Leo's throat. Dylan's fingers hooked into Jamie's waistband, tugging it down just enough to get his mouth on him properly, lips closing around Jamie's clit in a sharp suck that made Jamie curse and grind harder against his face.

Dylan's own hips rocked uselessly against the air, desperate for friction, his hole aching beneath his clothes. He whined, muffled against Jamie's skin, wishing Eli or Jace were here to fuck him properly, to press him into the floor and take him apart while he drowned in Jamie's taste.

Leo reached down, tangling his fingers in Jamie's hair, guiding his mouth where he needed it most. "Fuck, right there, don't stop." His other hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white, toes curling as Jamie's tongue worked him closer to the edge. Dylan moaned, breath hot against Jamie's opening, lips slick and messy as he drove Jamie wild between them.

Jamie shuddered, thighs trembling against Dylan's shoulders, his own tongue buried deep in Leo's cunt. The angle was awkward. Dylan's belly pressing into the floor, Jamie's knees aching against the hardwood, Leo's hips canting up, but the friction was filthy and perfect, each of them lost in the wet heat of the other. Jamie's fingers dug into Leo's thighs, holding him open as he licked into him harder, desperate to taste him coming apart.

Dylan whined, his own hips rocking against nothing, his boxers soaked through. He dragged his tongue up Jamie's slit, swirling over his clit just to feel Jamie buck against his face, to hear him gasp against Leo's skin. He wished he could reach down and touch himself, but his belly was too much in the way, and the frustration only made him hungrier, more desperate. "Fuck, Eli better hurry up," he panted against Jamie's thigh, biting the soft skin there.

Jamie groaned, pulling back just enough to gasp, "You think they'll fuck us stupid when they get here?" before diving back in, sucking Leo's clit between his lips. Leo arched, crying out, his thighs clamping around Jamie's head as pleasure ripped through him. Dylan just whimpered in agreement, wishing for thick fingers or a cock inside him, anything to ease the ache between his legs.

The front door slammed open, and Eli's voice cut through the haze: "Jesus fucking Christ", before he dropped his keys with a clatter. Jace was already shoving past him, kicking off his boots, his eyes locked on the mess of bodies on the floor. Dylan twisted, looking over his shoulder with a desperate grin. "Took you long enough," he panted, spreading his thighs wider like an invitation. "I need you, daddy."

Eli didn't waste time. He hauled Dylan up by the hips, yanking his shorts down in one rough motion, and spat onto his fingers before pushing two inside without warning. Dylan sobbed, his belly brushing the floor as Eli fucked him open, his other hand gripping the side of Dylan's stomach possessively. "Let's warm you up, Dyl," Eli growled, biting Dylan's shoulder. "There we go, sweetheart. There we go."

Jace, meanwhile, dropped to his knees behind Jamie, palming his ass hard before sinking his teeth into the meat of it. Jamie yelped, but the sound dissolved into a moan when Jace's hand slid between his legs, fingers slicking through the mess Dylan had left behind. "Head down. Ass up", Jace murmured, pressing the head of his cock against Jamie's entrance, already pushing in before he could answer.

Leo watched them all through half-lidded eyes, still spread open beneath Jamie's abandoned mouth, Eli's belt clinking as he worked Dylan open with thick fingers. The air smelled like sweat and sex, the wet sounds of skin on skin mixing with the ragged breaths and bitten-off curses. Dylan was practically drooling onto the floor, his hips jerking back onto Eli's fingers.

Eli curled his fingers, dragging a broken wail from Dylan's throat, and Leo shuddered at the sound, his own neglected clit throbbing. "Touch me," he demanded, grabbing Jace's wrist when he reached for Jamie's hips. Jace smirked, obliging, his thumb circling Leo's clit in rough, uneven strokes that had him gasping.

Jamie groaned, pressing back onto Jace's cock, his belly heavy between his thighs as Jace fucked into him slow and deep. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," he panted as a chant, his hands scrabbling at the floor for purchase. Eli added a third finger, and Dylan sobbed, his thighs shaking, his whole body tightening like a bowstring. "I'm close," he whimpered, and Eli just laughed darkly, twisting his wrist. "Not yet, baby."

Leo arched, Jace's thumb relentless on his clit, his whole body coiled tight. He came with a cry, his thighs clamping around Jace's wrist as pleasure ripped through him. Jamie clenched around Jace's cock at the sound, tipping him over the edge, and Jace swore, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside him. Eli watched them all fall apart with hungry eyes before dragging Dylan back onto his cock in one rough thrust.

Dylan screamed, his body arching off the floor, his belly jutting out between them as Eli fucked into him hard and fast. "Come on, sweetheart," Eli growled, gripping Dylan's hip hard enough to bruise. "That's a good boy." Dylan sobbed, his thighs trembling, his whole body tightening before he came, his hole fluttering around Eli's cock. Eli groaned, burying himself deep as he spilled inside him, his forehead dropping to Dylan's shoulder.

The room was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, their breaths ragged, their bodies still trembling. Jamie rolled onto his back with a groan, his belly rising and falling with each heaving breath. Leo stretched lazily, his fingers trailing over his own swollen stomach, and smirked when Dylan whined at Eli's oversensitive touch. "Who wants more?" Leo asked, and Jamie groaned, throwing an arm over his face, but his hips shifted, already eager.

Eli grinned and hauled Leo up by the hips, flipping him onto his knees while Jace knelt in front of him. Leo wasted no time, wrapping his lips around Jace’s cock, sucking hard as Eli pushed into him from behind. The stretch made him moan around Jace’s length, his belly swaying between his arms, the weight of it pressing into the mattress. Eli’s hands gripped Leo’s hips tight, his thrusts deep and slow, each one driving Leo’s mouth further onto Jace’s cock.

Beside them, Dylan and Jamie tangled together, legs intertwined, their hands roaming over each other’s swollen stomachs. Dylan pinched Jamie’s nipple hard enough to make him gasp, then licked a stripe over the tender bud before sucking until the first sweet drops of milk spilled onto his tongue. Jamie arched into it, his fingers twisting in Dylan’s hair, his other hand squeezing Dylan’s leaking chest in return. They kissed messily, milk smearing between their lips as they rocked against each other, their bellies pressing together with every shift of their hips.

Leo choked around Jace’s cock when Eli hit that spot inside him, his thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tighter. Jace groaned, thrusting shallowly into his mouth, his fingers tightening in Leo’s hair. "That’s it, take it," Jace growled, and Leo whimpered, his hole clenching around Eli as the heat built low in his stomach. Dylan sucked Jamie’s collarbone as he milked him harder, their moans muffled against each other’s skin.

Dylan’s teeth scraped over Jamie's nipple, his hips jerking as the first warm drops spilled onto Dylan’s tongue. Jamie gasped, his fingers twisting in Dylan’s curls, holding him close as he lapped greedily at the supply. Dylan moaned against his skin, one hand kneading Jamie’s swollen belly while the other pinched his own leaking nipple.

Eli’s pace turned ruthless, his hips slamming into Leo hard enough to make his belly bounce, putting a delicious strain on his back, but all Leo was paying attention to was the obscene slap of skin echoing off the walls. Leo gagged around Jace’s cock, tears streaking his cheeks as he struggled to breathe, his own release building fast. Meanwhile Dylan nipped at Jamie’s lip before dragging him into another sloppy kiss, their tongues tangling as Jamie’s hands roamed over Dylan’s stomach, feeling the kicks beneath his palm.

Jace pulled Leo off his cock with a wet pop, driving him over the edge. Leo came with a broken cry, his body seizing as Eli fucked him through it, his release spilling hot inside the pregnant man. Dylan and Jamie wriggled against each other, their bellies pressed tight, milk droplets between their chests as they moaned into each other’s mouths. The room was a symphony of gasps and growls, sticky skin and tangled limbs, hunger never quite sated.

Jamie flipped Dylan onto his back, his swollen stomach rising high between them. He licked a stripe from Dylan’s collarbone to his navel, teeth scraping the stretched skin before sucking bruises along the underside of his belly. Dylan arched into it, thighs falling open as Jamie’s fingers dipped between them, finding him slick and desperate. “Fuck me properly,” Dylan demanded, his hips jerking up, his swollen stomach shifting with every ragged breath. “No more teasing.”

Eli yanked Leo back by the hair, forcing his spine into a deep arch. “You’re not done,” he growled, pressing Leo’s face into Jace’s lap again while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Leo’s hips. Jace smirked down at Leo’s teary eyes, guiding his cock back between Leo’s swollen lips with a rough thumb to his chin. “Keep sucking,” Jace ordered, his voice thick with amusement, “until we say you can stop.”

Jamie obliged Dylan’s plea, sinking two fingers into him without warning, curling them just right as Dylan’s thighs clamped. Dylan’s belly tightened, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his hole clenching around Jamie’s thrusts. Jamie leaned down to lick Dylan’s clit in slow, deliberate strokes, his free hand squeezing Dylan’s swollen stomach possessively. “Cum for me,” Jamie murmured against him, “and then Eli will fuck you next.” Dylan’s answering sob was muffled by his own forearm, his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tight.

Eli’s grip on Leo’s hair tightened, forcing him deeper onto Jace’s cock while Eli’s own thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Leo’s throat worked around Jace’s length, his belly bouncing with each rough impact, his thighs slick with sweat and arousal. Jace groaned, his fingers tightening in Leo’s curls, his hips jerking as he spilled hot down Leo’s throat. Eli followed seconds later, emptying himself inside Leo with a guttural growl, his teeth sinking into Leo’s shoulder.

Jamie pulled back just enough to watch Dylan unravel beneath him, his fingers relentless as Dylan’s body bowed off the floor. Dylan came with a ragged cry, his belly jutting forward as he clenched around Jamie’s hand, his release dripping messily onto the sheets. Jamie didn’t let up, twisting his wrist to drag the orgasm out until Dylan whimpered, oversensitive and trembling. “Eli,” Jamie managed to choke out, smirking slightly as Eli turned, still catching his breath. “Somebody needs you."

Eli didn’t hesitate. He hauled Dylan up by the hips with ease, positioning him onto his knees, his swollen stomach visible from behind. Eli nudged Dylan's legs further apart and gave his pussy a slap before rubbing his cock against it teasingly. He then drove fully into Dylan in one brutal thrust, drawing a choked groan from Dylan’s lips. Dylan’s hands scrambled at the sheets and pawed behind him for one of Eli's hands, which he then guided to the side of his belly. The front of his belly began brushing the mattress with every snap of Eli’s hips. “That’s it,” Eli snarled, “take it all, sweetheart.” Dylan sobbed, his thighs shaking, his body taut as Eli fucked him toward another climax.

Jace, meanwhile, shoved Jamie down onto his back, his hands gripping Jamie’s thick thighs as he positioned himself between them. Jamie gasped as Jace entered him slowly, his belly bouncing slightly with the impact. Jace leaned to his left, catching Eli’s mouth in a filthy kiss over their partners’ bodies, their tongues tangling as they rocked into Jamie and Dylan in sync. The wet sound of their mouths mingled with the slick slap of skin, their shared groan vibrating between them. Jamie whimpered beneath them, watching the display through hazy eyes, his own hand slipping between his thighs to rub tight circles over his clit.

Jamie’s fingers worked frantically, his hips jerking up into his own touch as Jace fucked him deep, his belly shifting with every thrust. The sight of Eli and Jace kissing hungrily above him, their cocks buried in him and Dylan, sent heat pooling low in his gut. He could feel Jace’s cock rubbing just right inside him, could hear Dylan’s broken moans as Eli drove into him ruthlessly. Jamie’s breath hitched, his thighs trembling, his fingers moving faster as pleasure built. He felt himself tightening around Jace. “Daddy, I'm going to...” he choked out, his toes curling into the sheets.

Eli broke the kiss with Jace just long enough to smirk down at Jamie. “Then cum, you needy whore,” he ordered, his voice rough. The command tipped Jamie over the edge, his back arching as he came with a ragged cry. Jace groaned, his hips stuttering as Jamie’s tight heat milked him, and Eli didn’t let up on Dylan, fucking him through his own climax with a possessive growl.

Across the room, Leo watched them all with hooded eyes, his fingers working slow circles over his clit while his other hand kneaded the taut curve of his belly. The weight of it pressed heavy against his thighs, the skin stretched tight enough that he could feel the flutter of movement beneath his palm and atop his legs. He bit his lip, rocking his hips into his own touch, imagining Eli’s thick fingers replacing his own, rough and demanding, just how he liked it.

Dylan’s broken sobs filled the room as Eli fucked him through his orgasm. Leo’s breath hitched, his fingers moving faster, his own release impending. He imagined Jace's hands on him instead and the fantasy alone had him gasping, his thighs quaking.

Jace pulled out of Jamie with a wet sound, turning his attention to Leo with a dark grin. “Looks like someone needs attention,” he murmured, crawling toward him. Leo didn’t protest when Jace replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue licking a hot stripe up Leo’s slit. Leo’s head fell back with a moan, his belly reshaping as pleasure ripped through him, his fingers digging into Jace’s hair. He managed to choke out a plea, his hips jerking as Jace sucked his clit between his lips.

Eli pulled Dylan up against his chest, pressing their bodies together as he rutted into him. Dylan arched, his belly jutting out as Eli’s thrusts turned erratic, his breath hot against Dylan’s neck. “Gonna fill you up,” Eli growled, biting down on Dylan’s shoulder as he spilled inside him, his hips grinding deep. Dylan whimpered, his stomach tightening as Eli pumped into him.

Jamie rolled onto his side, watching Jace lick Leo into incoherence with lazy amusement. His fingers trailed over his own swollen belly, pinching a nipple until it leaked onto his skin. He caught Eli’s eye across the room and smirked, spreading his thighs slightly, an unspoken challenge. Eli’s answering grin was predatory as he pulled out of Dylan, his cock still slick and hard.

Dylan whined at the loss, collapsing onto his stomach, his belly pressing low. His fingers dug into the sheets as Eli moved toward Jamie, his hand wrapping around Jamie’s throat in one rough motion. Jamie gasped, his hips jerking up instinctively as Eli pushed into him without preamble, the stretch making his toes curl. Jamie panted, his hands scrambling for purchase on Eli’s forearms.

Leo writhed beneath Jace’s tongue, his thighs trembling as Jace sucked his clit hard, his fingers plunging into him without mercy. The slick sounds filled the room, mingling with Jamie’s sharp cries and Eli’s low growls. Leo rode, his belly bouncing with the force of Jace’s fingers inside him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, please, I’m close,” he choked out.

Jamie wrapped his legs around Eli’s waist as Eli pounded into him, their skin slapping together obscenely. Jamie’s hands clawed at Eli’s back, his breath hitching with every thrust, his belly pressing tight against Eli’s stomach. “Harder,” Jamie demanded, his voice rough, his nails digging in. Eli obliged, slamming into him with brutal force.

Jace pulled back from Leo’s dripping cunt just long enough to smirk up at him, his fingers still working deep inside him. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with amusement. Leo could only nod, his thighs shaking. Jace leaned back in, sucking his clit between his lips, and Leo screamed as he came, his release spilling hot over Jace’s tongue.

Eli fucked Jamie through his climax, his hips snapping forward. Jamie sobbed, his fingers twisting in the sheets as Eli filled him, his own release dripping messily between them. Eli groaned, burying himself deep as he spilled inside Jamie, holding himself there as he emptied himself entirely.

Jace pulled back from Leo with a satisfied smirk, licking his lips clean before crawling up Leo’s body. He kissed Leo roughly, pressing him into the mattress as Leo whimpered against his mouth. Eli finally pulled out of Jamie with a wet sound, collapsing beside him as they both panted.

Dylan rolled onto his side with a groan, his belly shifting as he reached for Eli’s wrist, guiding his hand down to his own swollen stomach. Eli chuckled, rubbing slow circles over the stretched skin, pressing lightly where a kick landed. “Fuck, that was good,” Jamie muttered, stretching his legs out with a wince.

Leo arched an eyebrow, still breathless beneath Jace’s weight. “Good? That was fucking obscene,” he huffed, but the lazy grin on his face betrayed him. Dylan snorted, wincing as Eli’s fingers dipped lower, teasing his oversensitive clit.

Jamie stretched with a groan, his belly rising with the movement. “I blame Eli’s inability to keep his hands to himself,” he muttered, though the smirk playing at his lips suggested he wasn’t complaining. Eli chuckled darkly, rolling onto his side to drag Jamie closer, his palm settling possessively over Jamie’s swollen stomach. “You love it.”

Leo tiredly moaned as Jace shifted above him, their bodies still pressed close together. His breath hitched when Jace’s fingers traced the underside of his belly, teasing the taut skin. “Us pregnant guys need a time out,” Leo mumbled, his voice hoarse, his thighs still trembling. “Before someone passes out or has a baby on the bed."

You're begging your 'straight' roommate to fuck them out of you, unaware he's the one who's been sneaking labor suppressants into your food and drinks, watching you plump up with pups till you're ripe.

When he finally agrees, he waits and watches you labor on his dick, preventing you from whelping just a little bit longer even as you beg, and once he decides he's done with you, he pulls out, and youre immediately spilling pup after pup into his lap.

[this is a new version of my original story]

The doctors had stopped trying to explain it.

According to every scan, every measurement, and every prediction, the pregnancy should have ended more than four weeks ago. Carrying triplets was already pushing the limits of what the human body could endure. Yet somehow, day after day, your body continued to hold on.

You were no longer sure whether that was a miracle or a curse.

Pain had become your constant companion. Not the sharp, dramatic pain people imagined when they thought of labor, but a deep, relentless ache that gripped your body from the moment you woke until exhaustion finally dragged you into restless sleep. Over the past few days, it had only grown worse.

Your belly dominated your entire frame.

It began low in your pelvis and rose all the way beneath your chest, stretching your skin tight and round. Whenever you caught your reflection in a mirror, the sight felt unreal. Your proportions no longer seemed human. The enormous curve of your abdomen looked as though it belonged to someone else entirely.

For hours you had been lying on the couch, propped awkwardly on your back.

Even the smallest movement demanded effort. Every time your abdominal muscles tightened, pain radiated through your body. The sweatpants you wore had long since lost their elasticity, their waistband stretched to its limit. Even so, they felt uncomfortably tight. Closed shirts no longer fit at all. Instead, you wore a loose cardigan that hung permanently open around your swollen stomach.

Walking had become an ordeal.

After only a few minutes on your feet, your legs trembled beneath the strain. Standing for too long left you breathless and weak. The reason you hadn’t seen your doctor in weeks wasn’t stubbornness.

You simply couldn’t make the journey.

When the doorbell suddenly rang, you flinched.

The burger.

You had almost forgotten ordering it.

With a groan, you pushed yourself upright and slowly rose from the couch. The weight pulling at your center of gravity forced you into an awkward, wide-legged walk. Every step sent pressure through your hips and pelvis.

Halfway to the door, you tugged your cardigan together, trying to hide at least some of your stomach.

Somehow, it closed.

Barely.

You opened the door.

The delivery driver handed over the food. Thankfully, you had already paid online. Offering a brief nod, you shut the door again and immediately shuffled toward the kitchen.

By the time you reached the counter, you had to brace yourself against it.

Your entire body ached.

For a long moment, you simply stood there, leaning forward and breathing through another wave of discomfort. Eventually, the pain eased enough for you to focus on the meal.

The burger disappeared within minutes.

So did an entire bottle of cola.

Almost immediately, you regretted it.

The extra weight in your stomach made the pressure inside you feel even worse. Your cardigan strained visibly across your abdomen before finally springing open again.

You didn’t even bother trying to close it.

Returning to the couch took nearly all your remaining energy.

When you finally lowered yourself onto the cushions, the pain didn’t lessen. If anything, it seemed determined to stay exactly where it was—deep, heavy, and relentless.

Hours passed.

Massaging your stomach no longer helped.

Changing positions no longer helped.

Nothing helped.

Eventually, you peeled off your sweatpants. The relief was immediate, if only slight. The fabric had been pressing into your skin all day. Even that small freedom felt precious.

You closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

It was impossible.

The cramps were becoming stronger.

Stronger and closer together.

A quiet cry escaped your lips.

Then another.

Before long, tears blurred your vision.

The pain was simply too much.

You forced yourself upright because lying back only made everything worse. The immense weight of your stomach pressed down on your pelvis, your hips, and between your legs. Desperately, you slid your hands beneath the curve of your abdomen and tried to lift it, hoping to create even the smallest amount of relief.

Nothing worked.

The pressure remained.

The cramps continued.

And somewhere beneath the fear and exhaustion, a terrifying realization began to form.

Something was changing.

Was this finally labor?

Would your water break?

Could you really give birth here, alone?

And if it was time—