MeanPreg

I must have gotten her pregnant one of the first few times we slept together, because her belly began to bulge only two months later. Her drinking, misery, and belief that she'd always used a condom kept her from realizing why her breasts and middle were getting so swollen and round. I encouraged her to keep drinking. It numbed the pain of her breakup, and kept her distracted while my secret made her belly bigger and bigger by the day.

I guessed she was about five months pregnant when she figured it out. She had gone home to visit her parents for the holiday and had taken a break from the binge drinking long enough for her head to clear. And she was quite big, I didn't want to get ahead of myself but it looked like multiples. No pregnant 21 yr old's firstborn baby tummy torpedoed out like that with just one, not in the second trimester at least. But Luna had no way of knowing that. She didn't know whose baby was growing inside her, making her clothes fit poorly and sapping her energy.

When she got back, she came to me in a panic. I offered to take her to the doctors. I'd even make an appointment for her. I scheduled one for when I knew she'd be too far gone for a legal abortion. It was only a few weeks away and she didn't question it. At the appointment, I held her hand when she found out it was twins, and wiped her tears as she told the doctor she wasn't sure who the father was. He suggested a genetic test, and I protested, saying I'd take care of her and the baby, it didn't matter whose the baby was.

Luna went numb for a while after that, and it was easier to get her even more dependent on me. I drove her to appointments and work, took her shopping, cooked her meals and sent her articles about prenatal care. I massaged her shoulders and eventually began slipping romantic overtures back into our dynamic. She wearily accepted, and soon we were having sex again. I knew she wasn't attracted to me, but the big bloated belly attached to her demanded that she take cock again and again, and who better than the kind man who was caring for her while she gestated her irresponsible mistake?

She did get the genetic test after all, and of course the babies are mine. The news seemed to devastate her. I pretended to understand, and gave her space before gently suggesting we get married. For the babies, of course. She leadenly accepted my proposal. Now nearly nine months pregnant, what could she do? She couldn't work, she was heavy with child, and she was going to need a lot of support once my children were born. It was what she deserved for spreading her legs.

She was a beautiful, if depressed and very, very pregnant bride. We married in a small ceremony with her overjoyed parents and a few friends. I treasured the wedding pictures of my new wife, dripping tears onto her overburdened belly, barely contained by the ridiculously ironic white wedding dress I had insisted upon for the photos.

We only had a week or so left before her due date, but now she was legally mine. My patience had paid off.

She was part of a group of feral adult humans living at the remote edge of the world. None of them knew what makes you pregnant or that it’s unnatural for a female to get pregnant as soon as the first heat and to let every male within a five mile radius inside her weeks after giving birth, every time. She only knew that she was big and slow and weak and that it was only going to get harder the more big bellies she got. 

She tripped over a cup on the ground and fell down hard, waking the group of explorers. They easily caught her, given her condition, and, as they knew would happen, she presented herself to them and they rode her for a while, laughing at her and smacking her around a little. They congratulated themselves on fucking one who was already pregnant so they didn’t make any little hybrids like stupid Jackson had. 

After they were done they let her stumble away, and she waddled, holding her back with both hands in a struggle to keep her massive stomach from tipping her forward. “Wow, her little boyfriend really got her this time didn’t he, they snickered to each other. When she got back to the cave and tried to feed the youngest two, a passing male came by. She ended up pressed against the wall of the cave while he thrust into her, frustrated by how slow and awkward she was.

He could barely get his arms around her  but he managed to get his cock inside her for long enough to nut. Then he flipped her over and pulled her legs apart for a second fuck, pushing inside her so hard her pregnant stomach bounced back and forth with the power of his thrusts. She moaned in pleasure as he bit her nipples and tried to wrap her legs around him but couldn’t get her heavy belly out of the way. 

Every time, she felt sick and bored, so she got it over with and tried to put it out of her mind. Sometimes she'd be physically sick for days afterward, but the fact that it had mechanically felt good while she was blackout drunk was confusing. And the hangovers didn't help. After four months of torturing herself mentally, she faced up to the even scarier reality that yeah, she only liked girls.

As she was trying to figure out how to explain that to her parents, she finally began to feel connected to her body again. She had gained some weight, but she felt much more confident and at peace with her realization, and excited to date.

She should have just given up, like Pauline. Pauline had only come into master's service five months ago, but her belly was now so big that without a chair to sit in or a bed to lay on, she was reduced to sitting on the floor, gargantuan, quivering belly spreading her legs uncomfortably wide. Miette literally thanked god every day that she was the smaller of the two unlucky maids.

Master had high standards. He wanted his maids young, beautiful, and unattached. They would beautify the mansion with their dewy youth, and they wouldn't be distracted from their duties by boyfriends and husbands. They would be given high quality clothing, lodging, and a holiday once a month to visit relatives. For a poor girl from a desperate village, it seemed too good to be true. And it was. The catch was that he would chase them around and pinch their bottoms, then get them drunk on sherry wine and spread their legs in the garden. And then he'd do it again, and he'd do it again, and he'd do it again until the maids married, ran away, or disappeared from public view with a suspiciously larger middle than they had nine months before. Miette and Pauline were just the latest casualties in his philandering. And his wife had almost caught him a few times, so there was added pressure to not have any...visible...evidence that master liked to put his noble cock where it wasn't supposed to go.

And that's why they were here, in a cold, uncomfortable stone room with master while they waited for the lady of the manor to arrive home from a visit. They were terrified that they had been caught, and yet Miette continued to moan and try to entice the cause of her big belly to lift it and thrust into her pregnant folds. He finally roughly obliged, finishing inside her barely three strokes after he entered. She had barely had time to grind against him for a moment, and was even more unsatisfied than she had been before he fucked her.

"Pull yourself together Miette," he growled, "she'll be here soon. Stay put." He strode out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Pauline began to cry. Miette, with great difficulty, lowered herself to the floor and crawled over to Pauline to comfort her. She noted with alarm that she could feel the floor scraping against her taxed middle as she crawled. That had not happened yesterday. She was starting to get really, really big. She already couldn't do most of her duties, what would they do with her when her time grew closer?

Occupied by her thoughts, she was totally stunned by a sudden kick to her back. She sprawled forward, landing hard on her belly. It knocked her breath away, and she rolled over groaning, clutching her distended stomach. Pauline gasped, and Miette struggled to raise her head and focus on her attacker.

"You worthless, deceitful sluts," the mistress of the house snarled at them. "I leave to look after our business interests for a few months, and when I come back, my lady's maids look like they've swallowed watermelons. How are you going to do your duties? Pauline, you clearly can't even stand without assistance. We hired you five months ago, how long did it take you to open your legs? Five minutes?"

Pauline's crying turned to pleading the mistress for mercy.

"Quiet, child," she snapped, "this will go easier for you if you tell me who the fathers are."

Relief flooded through Miette. The mistress didn't know these were her husband's children bloating their bellies. She hoped she could be dismissed quietly, and find someone who would take her in long enough to birth this child and give it up, and be done with this whole ordeal. She shot a warning glance at Pauline, but it was too late.

"I didn't want him to, miss, I just didn't know what to do!" Pauline sobbed. "I was taught to always do as the master says, so when he said I needed to lift my skirts so he could check if I was pure, I did it. I think when we did that, that's when he made me grow with child."

The mistress went terrifyingly still, and Miette could have kicked Pauline right in her ridiculously pregnant swell for being so stupid.

Her chess instructor, who had been grooming her for many years and had recently, finally gone to jail for what he had done to her, had gotten her in trouble three times. He hadn't touched her until she was eighteen, but once he did, she had become pregnant and miscarried three times in the same year. Her new husband knew this--he had been her lawyer! But still, he insisted that she set aside the trauma of the risk of another miscarriage, another pregnancy, and do what he wanted. After all, wasn't he the perfect husband?

It wasn't long before there was a baby on the way.

This one, maybe because she was nineteen now, or because she was financially and physically safe, stuck, and day by day she watched her body get bigger and heavier. Heavier, mostly. She was more rounded and womanly by the hour. Doing her household chores was cumbersome with a gravid belly. Driving was out of the question. She'd never learned and now she didn't fit behind the steering wheel.

Her neighbors were sweet, but mostly seniors, and there was no one for an expectant first-time mother to bond with. As her pregnancy progressed, she relied, emotionally and physically, more and more on her husband. And, as he'd always been, he was kind and sweet and indulged her every request.

Her first child was born a week after she turned twenty, and her second child was born nine months and two weeks after her first. She was heavily pregnant with her third now, and, if it could be imagined, even more dependent on her husband. Having two breastfeeding babies and a third swelling her belly made it impossible for her to keep house and cook without help, let alone get dressed, shop, or even leave the house successfully.

In her later months of pregnancy, to her great shame, she even needed her husband's help to get out of bed. She had always been small, but her body seemed eager to make big healthy babies, perhaps to make up for her early miscarriages. By her third trimester, she was usually too pregnant to bend at the waist or sit up on her own. She was dependent on him in other ways as well--although she wished he wouldn't get her pregnant so often, when she was heavy with his baby she desperately needed him inside her.

She noticed, now that she was well into creating a family with him, that he had become less patient. By her fourth pregnancy, a difficult and especially cumbersome time, since she had concieved twins, he began to pick at her verbally. Alongside complaints about how fat she was getting, which hurt even though she knew she wasn't fat, just round with a baby he had put into her, he'd attack her life before she met him. "You were a whore, it's a good thing I saved you," he'd say, or "you're lucky a wise man snatched you up to protect you, or you'd be roaming the streets begging for cock."

But one night after a few drinks, he crossed the line. "Those babies died because you were copulating with an unrighteous man," he'd said, after she'd confessed she'd been crying about her miscarriages.

Then he'd patted her very pregnant tummy and "reassured" her that they were blessed with so many healthy children because he was a godly man and god was pleased with her for obeying him. He'd said hurtful things before, but this was a gut punch. She felt waves of shock and hurt and disgust roll through her, and she tried to escape his embrace.

But he had been pretending to sleep, and as she landed on his chest to peck him, he grabbed her and stuffed her into his hat. She could hear her cohort screaming and fleeing. She tried not to panic. She just had to survive long enough for them to get help. They would rescue her. Just be smart. Do what he says.

But when he took her out moments later, he immediately set her on his knee and looked at her in such wonder that her instinct to escape vanished.

"Can you understand me?" he asked, and she nodded. "We can understand you and we can make it so you can understand us," she replied. "Are you going to hurt me?"

He looked hurt. "Of course not! I've always wanted to meet a fairy, my whole life! What were you doing when you landed on me anyway?"

She blushed. "I was going to kiss you." he chuckled, and she hurriedly added "for a dare!"

"Well, why don't you?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

And she kissed him. And once she'd kissed him, and felt the lightning strike her in the throat and travel slowly down her spine to her pussy, where it exploded in a sharp twinge. She drew his hands to her breast and moaned against him. His erection nearly hit her in the ass, her torso was so much shorter than his, and they laughed before he lifted her skirt and stuffed as much of himself into her as he could. She couldn't take too much of him at first, but she took a deep breath and she was so wet that soon she felt him sliding further inside her. It was a breathtaking feeling, the fullness of him.

One thing lead to another, and now, Aelis can't fly anymore because she literally can't get her baby-filled belly off the ground. Her wings just aren't strong enough.

Not being able to fly was incredibly embarrassing, but the others would forage for her and take care of her communal responsibilities until she gave birth. It was uncommon for a fairy to be as heavily pregnant as she was, usually fairies had delicate little bellies nearly undetectable until they were nearly ready to give birth. Aelis was so very much bigger. And she couldn't leave the tree, the chance of being caught by a hungry cat since she was too big to fly and certainly too big to run was high. Too high to risk it, and risk endangering her cohort.

Unfortunately, since it was a human man she'd taken into the velvet folds between her legs, she did not stay at "too big to fly."

She got so big that the fairie elders held a special counsel about her situation. Since she was too big to fit in the door of the elder hall, they came to her, somber faced.

"We think it's best you spend the rest of your pregnancy in the human world. They will have a better knowledge of how to help a half-human child enter the world. You are simply outgrowing our ability to help you."

Aelis was shocked and horrified. She had several months left, she imagined, and every day in the human world was six months of Faerie time. She'd be decades older than her cohort when she got back!

"You can't do that!" she cried. the elders looked at her impassively.

"You should have thought that before you got embarrassingly pregnant," the secretary snapped at her. "You're lucky you're not being banished."

They had to enlarge the exit of the tree to allow her to leave. They let her keep some blankets, their clothing had long ceased to cover her gargantuan pregnant middle. Her only hope was to find her baby's father, and hope he would help her.

That was looking bleaker and bleaker, as she struggled to climb the tree she'd chosen to spend the night in. It wasn't much protection from predators, but it was something.

She rocked her still breast-feeding one year old close, willing her to stay asleep a little longer. Their two year old slept soundly, at least, down the hall in the room she shared with her stepbrother, one of her partner's dozens of illegitimate children with the neighborhood women. He was a nice enough child, but Bethy didn't like children and had never wanted any of her own, let alone two and one-on-the-way.

She had thought she was smarter than the other women who'd gotten sucked into Rusty's charm. Everyone knew the notorious playboy in town--he was rich, had land, and he was endowed with a generous spirit, a generous heart, and a generous cock. It was an open secret that he had fathered many children. He was kind and supportive to them all, though they rarely lived with him. In most cases they lived with their mothers and any siblings he'd fathered with her.

She'd met him out jogging, and before she knew it he'd swept her into a whirlwind romance, off her feet and into bed, and before long her belly was growing steadily as a waxing moon. She panicked, but he'd begged and pleaded and fucked her and cried and threatened and whined and worshipped her with his mouth, and in the end she wasn't surprised when he'd managed to keep her occupied until she was much too far along to do anything about the unwanted pregnancy.

He'd asked her to live with him--he'd never asked a woman to live with him before, and she was surprised to find that she liked living with him and playing housewife. Being a pampered "gentlewoman farmer" suited her, and her only uneasiness was the pregnancy. She had always hated children, even as a child herself. They were noisy and sticky and she didn't find them cute. Rusty wouldn't hear it, and insisted she'd naturally love her child once it arrived. And he had been right, sort of, but having a child had only made her more certain that she didn't want more. Rusty understood completely. He pulled out, he took great care of the baby, and he never spoke about more children.

But after their daughter's birth, the drugging had started. She accepted it; depressed, bored of caring for an infant, frustrated that she had been baby-trapped, and worried that she would never bond with her daughter, she needed an escape, and she let him give it to her.

Rusty gave her tinctures, rolled her herbal joints, and made her endless teas. And they did make her feel better. So much better, in fact, that a year after her first baby was born, Bethy surfaced from her happy, lazy, drug-induced haze to look in the mirror. Really look in the mirror. And what she saw was a dumb stoner slut with another pregnant belly hanging off her too-thin frame.

Her second daughter was born only three months later, and Bethy closed up shop, furious at Rusty for giving her two children she had never asked for. But she was a young woman, and angry as she was, she still had needs. One night, lonely and bored and pissed, she left the children with Rusty and went out fishing by the old town pond. Relishing the break from her two screaming toddlers, a muscular and handsome stranger became a source of quick and much needed relief. He happily fucked her, standing in the reeds with the sharp edges cutting into her ass as he thrust in her. She rubbed her clit furiously and came hard, jerking around him and milking him until he exploded inside her. She knew she was being reckless, but something in her needed a stranger inside her, needed to do something to get back at Rusty.

The random fuck left her in a good mood, and when she woke up the next morning to him nuzzling her, she let him put his gargantuan cock inside her and nut against her like a virgin seeing a pretty girl's bra. Poor boy, she thought. I did deprive him, he must have been so pent up. Her sympathy lasted until exactly the moment she saw their nanny, who she'd forced Rusty to hire to help her with her two under two. The poor thing, green to the gills, was gagging while she fed the girls their smashed peas. Her thin cotton button down shirt was no match for that stubbornly growing middle, the gaps between buttons blown wide trying to contain the young woman's secret. She didn't have to confront the girl to know--Sasha wouldn't meet Bethy's eyes, and she scurried home after her shifts like a pregnant churchmouse.

-----

And now here she was, having another baby. Another fucking baby. Just breathing the air around this man seemed to make her belly swell with child. And she knew she shouldn't be jealous about Sasha, but she thought, with her being the closest to a wife he'd ever had, that she was special. Special her ass. If he didn't get it from her he was going to get it from someone else. Some of the women in this town had six or seven children by him, she'd known all this before she'd met him.

Now it was time to decide what to do. Right now she worked part-time at the dance studio she'd grown up in, and had planned to take on more hours and responsibility this summer while she planned her future. She didn't see why she shouldn't keep working there for a few more months, to save money for the baby. First, she'd have to tell Cody so they could begin planning their wedding as soon as possible. She knew she had been irresponsible, but the whole community didn't need to know that. Then they could tell her parents together. She was sure they'd be disappointed that she hadn't waited, but she was 18 and she and Cody would be married before anyone knew any different.

Telling him had not gone the way she'd hoped. She'd called him, and though she couldn't see his face, she could tell from his voice that he was not at all the elated young father she'd expected him to be. He'd stiffly offered to marry her, though, and she had accepted. She hung up feeling a pit of anxiety in her stomach, though she told herself once they were married she'd show him what a good life she could make for him and he'd be happy.

Over the next weeks she'd called him and knocked on his door, but her calls remained unanswered and the blinds were always snapped shut when she walked by his house. She was trying to remain hopeful, but her belly was beginning to visibly swell and she was anxious to be a married woman before the neighbors could tell by her middle what she had been up to with Cody in his car.

One morning, when she was nearly four months pregnant, she found that she could no longer fit into her leotard. it wouldn't close. She was going to need a bigger size. When she asked her boss and former teacher for a bigger leotard, she was coldly informed that she no longer had a job there. She held back tears as her teacher of fourteen years radiated disappointment, casting disapproving looks at Serena's plump middle.

To make a bad day worse, when she got home, her parents were waiting for her. She hadn't told them, hoping to be able to talk to Cody before she did. The studio had called, and she was in deep trouble. her father couldn't look at her and her mother made it clear she would not be leaving the house again until the baby was born. She had shamed her parents, and they were lucky Ms. Linda at the studio was kind enough to keep the information to herself.

She found out that Cody had moved from the mailman. She asked him if her letters had found their intended recipient, and he replied that they'd need to be forwarded to the new address. A new army base, he thought.

So Cody had run away from his child, and his family had enabled him. Serena felt a cold panic flood her entire body. She was going to have to give this baby up. But first she was going to have to survive her confinement without losing her mind.

Over the months Serena grew and grew. Stuck inside, with no company or money or autonomy, she began to explore the internet. Posting on a secret tumblr her parents didn't know about, Serena documented her pregnancy and the sad circumstances surrounding it. She gained dozens of loyal followers, women and men who sympathized, asked about her symptoms, and offered to come save her. A few of her followers really seemed to mean it. One, Charles, even came to her address to leave a paper rose in her mailbox.

Emboldened by his willingness to take risks for her, Serena snuck Charles into her bedroom one night. She wasn't attracted to him, but he wasn't bad looking. A little scrawny and balding and older than his profile had said, but he wasn't disgusting like the men on the internet her mother had warned her about. She let him touch her but she wouldn't let him put it inside. "not until we're married," she said.

"But you're pregnant, what does it matter?" he cocked his head expectantly.

"Not until we're married," she'd insisted.

Charles had become much more cool towards her after that. he'd stayed a little while but then made excuses and carefully snuck back out. He'd avoided her online for days afterward, and their exchanges never re-developed their flirty character.

But Charles' sudden turnaround was the least of her troubles these days. Her mother had summoned a doctor to the house three days ago. Serena's belly had dropped, and she was having Braxton Hicks contractions, but true labor was nowhere near starting. The doctor shook his head and explained that he didn't know what was going on, but that even though she was, by her calculations, almost ten months pregnant, her body was not yet ready to give birth.

"If we just take her to the hospital so I can run some tests," the doctor offered, but Serena's mother rejected him with a firm head shake. "She'll wait it out," she said, eyes hard.

To distract from the nagging pain and the discomfort of her heavy middle, Serena tried flirting with another follower. Less attractive and charismatic than Charles, William was much older than her and pale and flabby. His belly was nearly as big as hers, and his coke bottle glasses distorted his face. Nevertheless, maybe he would make an honest woman out of her. And maybe he would die early and she would be able to have some sort of life.

William was much less agile than Charles, but he was very motivated, and by a miracle of god he was able to pull himself through the window and land with an audible thud on Serena's floor. After freezing to make sure her parents hadn't heard, Serena put her hand on William's flabby cock and let him put his mouth on her nipples. When he tried to fuck her, she put her hand on his chest and playfully denied him access to her pussy, "at least not until I have a ring on my finger, baby."

His answer was to pull a cheap dime store ring from his pocket and put it on her finger. "Can I get at least a blowjob?"

She laughed at the audacity, but let him put the ring on, and leaned over to put her mouth on him. Before she could complete the complicated geometry of getting her big belly out of the way enough to lean over his cock, she felt the baby's head descend.

"Wait," she whispered urgently. "I think I'm in labor!"

William leaped away. "Ok, ew," he sneered. "I'll come back when the baby's done being born." With some difficulty, he climbed out of the window and was gone.

Serena expected any moment for the contractions to come, but birth seemed to have stopped, again, with the baby's head lodged uncomfortably in her pelvis. Unsure of what to do, she logged onto tumblr and put up a post.

I think I'm in labor but the baby's head is stuck. I can't move around very easily and my parents won't let me out of the house. I need to go to a hospital but my parents won't let me leave, the only chance I have is if someone marries me so they can be my medical next of kin. My boyfriend proposed but then he ran away when labor started. Please help me, someone, anyone.

Almost immediately a message popped up from a man named Jacob with no avatar. <I will help, Serena. I will be at your house with a car and a priest in two hours.>

Serena flooded the chat with messages of gratitude and questions, but the mysterious stranger never replied. Two hours later, she heard the front door open. Listening at the door, she heard the muffled sounds of her parents voices, and then footsteps on the stairs. Her mom appeared at her door, and took her arm roughly to help her down the stairs.

When she had made it to the first floor, she caught her first glimpse of Jacob. He was dressed head to toe in black, and his face was mostly covered with a medical mask. He took her cheap ring off her finger, and pulled her to his side. The priest gave an extremely summarized version of the marriage rites, and Jacob placed a large ring on her finger. The moment the priest declared them married, Serena felt her water break. Oh thank god, she thought, and clung to her new husband as he steered her towards the car. She noticed groggily that the priest did not get in the car with them. Maybe he would find his own way home. Her parents didn't say goodbye to her. or maybe they had. She was doubled over in cramps, her long labor finally progressing. She didn't notice that they'd pulled off the highway, but she certainly did notice when they pulled onto a rutted old road, each bump jostling her and sending spasms through her already-wracked belly.

Jacob stopped the car and dragged her out into the woods. He threw her to the ground and stood over her.

"Why are you doing this?" she managed to sob through the waves of contractions.

"Such a good little girl," he sneered, taking out a polaroid camera, "so good that you spread your legs for the first boy you ever liked. And now look at you. You've got a big fat belly because you couldn't keep your legs closed and you let a boy cum inside you. Birth wasn't painful until a slut just like you, Eve, did something she shouldn't. But you bitches never learn, the only way you know right from wrong is pain."

Tears of shame and pain rolled down Serena's face as she struggled to push. Eventually, screaming in pain, she brought her son into the world. Cody's son.

----

A year later, she nursed her three month old and her first child as Jacob talked to the nurse.

"Yes, she's quite big for three months so I wanted to bring her in to make sure everything is as it should be," he explained, gazing at Serena lovingly, "since the accident she's been so shy. I normally wouldn't force her to leave the house like this, but I just want what's best for our little family."

Serena's head lolled a little and Jacob lovingly propped it up with his arm.

"She's been so sleepy lately, doc, taking such good care of our little ones and now with this pregnancy draining her energy...I just couldn't have a sweeter wife."

It was morning sickness, and it lasted the entire pregnancy. The doctor said that was common with multiples, and she had four in her belly. Her husband was furious with her, as if it hadn't been his cock that had blown her up like this, as if these weren't his children inside her, making her achingly full and helpless. He was cold to her during the day, helping even less with the toddlers, spending hours more at work. There's no way we can afford this, he'd said to her. Even with my overtime, we are going to lose our house. He shamed her every chance he got. Made sure she knew that she, and her big, heavy, fecund, round, swollen, overstuffed belly were to blame for his stress and his terrible moods.

But in the dark, at night, he was still insatiable. As she grew, sex became more and more uncomfortable for her, but he didn't seem to care much for whether she was enjoying herself. He liked her best on all fours, belly hanging low. Her litter-filled belly already touching the mattress at only four months pregnant. By eight months, that position was impossible. Her arms and legs no longer fit around her belly, she just couldn't reach the bed past it to brace.

He forced her instead to lay like a starfish, pregnant middle crushing her lungs and bladder. He thrust into her violently, swaying her massive mound back and forth and straining the tender skin. Although she hated his cruelty, her pregnancy hormones always betrayed her, and her pussy clenched around him greedily any time he touched her. The way he fucked her while she was so heavy was uncomfortable and degrading. She always swore she wouldn't let him do it again, but, well, did she look very much like a woman who was good at saying no to her husband's dick? Moaning in both pleasure and pain, she tried to visualize a few months from now, when her belly would be empty. She came in spurts, imagining the delicious sense of relief she would feel not being weighed down by a whole litter.

They were evicted a month after she gave birth. His congregation had pulled together to pay for a motel for the young family until they got back on their feet. He was still angry at her, and blamed her for their financial troubles. He began drinking, coming home extremely late from "guys' night," and refusing to tell her what he spent.

She cried herself to sleep most nights, exhausted after a day of caring for six young children with no support. Most nights she was asleep long before him, trying to snatch some sleep before the carousel of wakeups to feed the babies throughout the night. At first he had left her alone, but when the youngest children were three months old, he woke her up one night, demanding to get between her legs. She tried to push him off but he had been drinking, and he got his cock out and rubbed himself until he came in a spray across her belly. She sighed in relief. It happened most nights, and she even began to enjoy his nighttime visits. He was usually usually too drunk to be violent, let alone to even get hard enough to put it in her.

Neveah looked down at her lap, or, rather, lack of lap. Her body felt and looked alien to her. She was so huge. There was a big belly full of baby where her abs used to be, a monstrous mountain of pregnancy that was twisting and writhing, preparing to expel its burden. She tried to wrap her arms around her belly to massage the cramping muscles, but she had become too pregnant to reach around her stomach weeks ago. She weakly rubbed the top of her pregnant middle, mentally begging her baby to be born quickly.

A sudden turn off the main road knocked her sideways into the door. The door handle caught her in the ribs, taking her breath away. She had hardly had a moment to gulp some air before the pain and shock triggered her biggest contraction yet. She felt an overwhelming urge to push, and moaned desperately and ferally from the bottom of her lungs. Her father must have heard her crying over the music, because he turned back and shouted at her not to push yet, they were almost there. He began to speed up, flying down the muddy dirt road in the twilight.

She held her legs together with her hands and prayed. Five minutes that felt like five hours passed, and the car pulled recklessly into a dirt driveway next to a small but well-kept mobile home. He opened her door and grabbed her arms, pulling her into his chest, and half-helped half-dragged her through the door of the house. She barely had time to register a mattress covered in plastic and a baby crib. He must have planned this at least weeks in advance. How could she have missed the signs?

That's when her thinking stopped, because she couldn't avoid pushing anymore. A horrible, searing, burning, pain began between her labia lips and she gave a guttural cry as her first child's head began to crown. Her father dragged her backwards onto the bed, knelt down, and cupped the baby's head.

"Stop pushing now, or you'll tear," he ordered, and rocked her hips back and forth with his hands to help the baby slip down naturally. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to him. She had no choice. She was giving birth and he was the only one who could help.

One more big push white-hot pain between her legs, and, screaming, her son entered the world. Her father cut the cord, wrapped the baby in a clean towel, and handed him to her. Through a haze of pain, relief, and birth hormones, she looked up at her father and felt a surge of love for him. She reached for his hand and cupped it to her face. He smiled, kissed her brow, and busied himself between her legs again.

"You've got to deliver the afterbirth now," he said cheerfully, "to prevent infection. Wait..." he stopped suddenly. "Oh, you little slut!"

"Whaa?"

Her father cackled. "There's another baby in there!"

She barely registered what he'd said before another spine-cracking contraction tore her attention away from her son. A few minutes later, she had delivered a daughter. Finally, she delivered the afterbirth, and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

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The next days and weeks were a haze. She was always sedated. She drifted in and out of total unconsciousness, occasionally floating to the surface of her mind to see her children nursing at her breast. More often, she awoke because someone was thrusting inside her, and not very gently. She opened her eyes one of these times and her father was holding her head in his lap, gently stroking her and praising her. Dazed, she looked down at the body on top of her, sweating against her breasts, pushing itself inside her sore pussy. She never recognized the men.

One day, she came to hazily to find her father spooning broth into her mouth. She swallowed gratefully, unexpectedly starving. After that, she began to have longer and more frequent periods of wakefulness, and the men seemed to have stopped coming. The only face she saw these days was her father's.

She had been very sick after the birth, he'd explained, and he'd had to take care of her. She was healing and getting stronger, he said, and they could be together with her children. She felt faint, but happy. They would be a family now.

Her babies had grown while she was recovering. They were big and strong enough to grasp at her hair while they nursed, and her son even cut her cheek with his sharp little nail. Noticing her cry of pain, her father gently wiped the blood away, and laid the babies down in a bassinet next to the mattress she kay on. Lowering his head to her nipples, he nuzzled between her breasts, his beard scratching in a pleasant way. She was sore and raw from breastfeeding, yet it felt unbelievably good when he took them in his teeth and lightly nibbled. She moaned and grabbed for him and he laughed. "Careful, kitten, you'll hurt the baby!"

"What baby?" she asked, anxiety beginning to seep through the sluggish pleasure.

A month later, fitting into a formal dress was the least of Kady's worries. She may still be able to fit into her yoga pants and band t-shirts at home, but her school uniform couldn't be let out anymore, there was just no fabric left. It was impossible for her to button it around her stubbornly growing belly. The school bell rang and Kady panicked. She needed to figure something out fast. She grabbed a safety pin from her emergency sewing kit and pinned the skirt as best she could before running to her first class.

After school she cleaned the worst of the beer cans out of her kitchen and popped a microwave pizza in the fridge. Her mom was at work for the evening and Kady had been so incredibly needy lately, she jumped at the chance to have her big hunk come over and fuck her. Leo, though he hated coming to the trailer park, wasn't going to turn down a chance to stick his dick in her, so he showed up practically on time. Looking down from his six foot frame to her tiny, 5'1" body, now sporting a noticeable bump in the stomach area, he gestured to the pizza cooling on the counter and made a comment about how that might not be the best option for her. Stung, but horny, she nodded agreeably and pulled him into her bedroom and into her pussy, squeezing him so hard with each thrust that he cried out in surprise. He came quickly and she put her mouth on him until he was hard again, and rode him greedily, drinking up every little drop of his cum.

When he left, she felt a little dead inside, but she calmed the voices that said something didn't feel right with her microwave pizza.

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The safety pin worked for two weeks, until it really, really didn't. She was in English class when it gave out, popping its overloaded spring and ricocheting off her desk with a tiny metallic ping. Mortified, she raised her hand to go to the bathroom, pinching the two halves of her skirt together with one hand while smoothing it nervously with the other. Her teacher granted her request, but she could feel all eyes on her as she walked out of the room. Before she even had a moment to collect herself, a classmate popped her head in and told her to go right to the school nurse.

"Honey, you're pregnant." Kady felt ice cold fear drip down the back of her neck. the nurse's voice was kind, but firm. She had peed on a stick twenty minutes ago, but the look on the nurse's face when after seeing her belly clued her in far before the two pink lines.

"Do you know how far along you might be? Does the father know?"

The questions washed over Kady. She just wanted to go home. Pregnant? She couldn't have a baby. She didn't want to end up like her mom, trapped by a child she had no desire to care for. She nodded dumbly and took the pamphlets the nurse thrust in her hand. "Five months pregnant....prenatal care....WIC voucher....baby shower" it all felt far away, like it was happening to a different person. She called a taxi, took it home, and stared at the pamphlets in her hands until she was too tired to do anything but sleep.

In a badly needed stroke of luck, it was three days before winter break, and Kady's mom would hardly notice if her usually dedicated student daughter took a few days off "sick." So, Kady wandered through the next few weeks in a haze, trying to make sense of what was happening. She made up her mind that she wanted an abortion, and got up the courage to ask Leo for the money.

Getting him to come over wasn't hard, but his eyes narrowed angrily when they saw her. Now that she wasn't trying to hide how fat she was getting, her pregnant belly was enormously obvious on her tiny frame. He was immediately angry, and although in the end he agreed to give her the money, it was over between them. She had been stupid, he'd said. And his football career was just beginning--didn't she see how selfish it was of her to get his baby in her? She was devastated, but on some level she wasn't surprised. At least she had the money she needed.

Unfortunately, showing up at the abortion clinic with a belly the size of a basketball meant that Kady was rejected at the front desk before even seeing a provider. Despite her protests that she had been a virgin five months ago, she had to admit that the sheer size of her pregnant middle made her look like a liar. She tried again at the other clinic, over two hours away, pushing the limits of her mom's unreliable Chevy, but she got the same response.

"You're having that baby, little girl," this receptionist had sneered at her. "Maybe next time you should give your boyfriend a blow job."

Tears stung Kady's face, and she cried the entire two hour drive home. School started again in two days. She had been so confident that she would have a skinny belly again by the end of this weekend. What was she going to do?

The answer, it seemed, was go to school and endure the shocked stares of her classmates, the pitying looks of the teachers who had hoped the girl from the trailer park would make it out, and the disgusted silence from the father of her baby, who made sure she knew that she owed him the abortion money back, and that if she tried to claim him as the father he would deny her.

She knew those were the greater ills, but for some reason the thing that seemed the most unfair was how completely awful her school uniform fit her very pregnant body. Even through her bra, the scratchy polo material irritated her sensitive nipples, and she now had to secure her kilt over her belly, making the skirt lift up awkwardly in front. She didn't dare ask for a new uniform--she was afraid every day that they would finally kick her out and she would have to stay home and explain to her mother that she and Leo had snuck around, been stupid, and made a very, very big baby.

Unfortunately for Kady, trying not to make waves didn't work very well. By six months pregnant she couldn't see her feet, constantly knocked supplies off her desk with her ungainly belly, and couldn't sit without spreading her legs. But it was exactly six months and ten days after the first time she had ever had sex with Leo that she got stuck in her desk chair and was just too pregnant to get out on her own.

Once the janitors had unscrewed the bolts holding it together and she had stood up, rubbing the painful grooves the furniture had made in her fertile mound, the guidance counselor pulled her into his office and told her that her scholarship had been withdrawn.

"You can try again next year Kady," he said, smiling condescendingly, "after you've had your baby. Or maybe a less challenging school might be a better fit for someone in your..." his eyes rested obviously on her swollen middle "...condition?"

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She couldn't be sure, having been too ashamed to get any prenatal care, but the intermittent pangs she'd been having for two days were starting to get closer together. Plus, she was absolutely enormous. It was hard to imagine getting any bigger. She had had to move temporarily into her mother's bedroom. Her pregnant stomach dwarfed her body so completely that she had difficulty walking, and spent most of her days watching tv, crying, and moaning. It was nearly a full time job, lately, trying to soothe the angry, itchy, stretched and bloated orb of the belly she had created when she had bounced up and down on her giant ex-boyfriend's cock. Her breasts, swollen and painful to the touch, rested on top of her gravid mountain of a stomach, and she was too pregnant to sit up straight.

"I absolutely have to be close to giving birth now," she thought, "and as terrified as I am of birth, there is nothing I wouldn't do to get this fucking baby out of me."

As if on cue, her labor pains started in earnest. These were so much more intense than the lead-up cramps, but they still weren't coming very often. She called 911, and yelled to her mother that she needed ice chips. When her mother didn't answer after twenty minutes, she painstakingly waddled into the living room to see why. The empty bottle of vodka and her mother's groggy form in the recliner answered that question. Tears welled up in her as a contraction doubled her over.

Monstrously pregnant, mother passed out, baby's father gone forever, she didn't know how she could do this. When the EMTs arrived, even they couldn't hide their shock at her size. At first they tried to move her, but she was too big to fit on the stretcher. While they were trying, she felt a sudden intense urge to push and felt the baby descend into her birth canal. The EMTs quickly realized it was too late to move her, and one got a portable sonogram machine while the other ran to the ambulance for more supplies.

I couldn't meet her eyes, but I did send gifts to the children through the other crew members--little trinkets or extra bits of food. I wouldn't claim the children inside her. I couldn't be responsible for extra mouths to feed, I was young and just making my way in the world. It wasn't my fault that she had gotten pregnant the first time someone had touched her after her latest birth. But I wasn't an unfeeling man. I didn't wish her ill, and I knew better than most of the sailors how much she struggled. And, unlike most of the crew of this ship, I knew they were mine. Although...the crew did have their guesses about which of the babies that kept coming out of her abused pussy might have belonged to each of them. But she could never be certain enough to make a real accusation. They would have laughed in her face.

When her due date was clearly imminently approaching, we were dockside in Finland. I had permission to take shore leave, but I felt torn when I imagined vacationing while she gave birth. On the one hand, I knew that being physically near the mother of my children for the event wouldn't do her any good. I wasn't a midwife, or even a family member. On the other hand, my guilt at abandoning children I knew were mine, and abandoning their mother in her hour of need seemed especially cruel.

I made up my mind--I would stay nearby in case she needed me. I knocked on her door and gave her a little speech about being there for her during the birth, and the relief that flowed into her face was depressing. She either hadn't put together that I was the father, or she was so used to birth being a solitary experience that she would take anyone as a birth partner, even the man who had tricked her into getting fat with more unwanted children.

I read in my room while I waited for her contractions to start, made excuses to my friends for why I wasn't leaving, and after a few hours, I did start to hear moans of pain from the other side of the wall. I went to summon the doctor, and when we both entered my former room, we found her face down, ass up on her newer, larger bed, moaning and rocking through a contraction. One of her younger babies was crying, and her older children were huddled in the corner, wide-eyed.

"Get these children out of here," the doctor snapped at me, "and get a woman from the kitchen." After a few minutes of searching I'd come back with Katherine, and she had shuffled the brood to the galley with promises of oranges. She shot me a look behind the doctors back as she carried the screaming baby away from her laboring mother.

There was no time for anyone to address the elephant in the room--how she'd ended up in this situation--so I gripped one of the laboring mother's arms as the doctor gripped another, and we helped her into a squat. The doctor checked her dilation, and I saw his eyes widen. She's almost ready to push," he said to me, and she looked up wild eyed. "Already? she panted, "But the contractions just started!"

The doctor nodded and pressed lightly on the top of her enormous belly. She began to let out a guttural groan so primal I will never forget it as long as I live. And that's when I started to regret my decision to stay. Maybe there was a reason fathers didn't attend the births of their children. Maybe it was unnatural for a man to see these images. The doctor snapped at her to pay attention and keep her breathing even. "This is your sixth child," he admonished, "you'd think you'd be better at giving birth." She only moaned weakly in reply, pawing limply at her gargantuan bump as if she could stroke the babies inside her out. On the doctor's command, she gave a strained cry and bore down, and her bulging pussy opened to reveal a dark circle, which, as she breathed slowly, eventually became a head.

When she gave another deep moan and I saw my child's head hanging between her legs, the contents of my stomach came up and I knew I couldn't stay a moment longer. I lost my nerve and ran, gagging, from the room up to the deck for air.