Their owner doesn't say anything about it but he fucks them on their back now, groping their swollen stomach and fondling their newly heavy, sensitive tits.

Eventually they get so big that they can barely walk. Their belly is tight and heavy, streaked with angry stretch marks. Their tits ache constantly, nipples swollen and puffy. Sometimes they leak little beads of white liquid. Their owner loves kneading and sucking on their tits now. They're so sensitive that it makes them sob and writhe.

The poor pet is miserable. They keep asking their owner what's wrong, why is their belly so big? But their owner just tells them it's normal, they're going to be just fine. They're starting to worry that they're going to be stuck like this forever, that their belly will keep growing and eventually they won't be able to move at all.

Finally one day they're woken up by a horrible pain in their belly. The pains keep coming all day leaving them crying and whining, desperately rubbing their huge stomach. Their owner doesn't seem concerned. He pets them and shushes them and tries to distract them by fingering their hole and sucking their leaking tits.

The pains get worse and worse. There's so much pressure on their hips. They kneel on their owner's lap, rocking their hips and crying into his chest. He pets them and whispers soothing nothings into their ear but they can feel his hard cock pressed against their stomach.

The pet thinks they're dying. They're so scared that when they start feeling the urge to push they try to fight it. Their owner tells them to let go and listen to their body but they sob and shake their head. They're so confused and overwhelmed, nothing makes sense and everything hurts so bad. They wail and struggle through each agonizing contraction fighting desperately against the overwhelming urge to push.

Eventually they can't hold out any longer. They give in to their body and bare down, screaming as the head of their first baby stretches their hole way too fast. They stretch torturously around it. It hurts so much but they can't stop pushing. They heave and shove, tiring themselves out, desperate to escape the burn as the head inches out of them. Finally the head bursts through. Another screaming push and the rest of the baby slides out. They slump, too exhausted to even be curious about what came out of them.

I waddle to the bathroom, my back aching from how heavy my belly has gotten. The boys were due two days ago and yet haven’t made any moves to come out despite our best efforts.

I leave the bathroom and head towards the hall. If I can’t sleep I might as well get a snack. Going up and down the stairs hasn’t been easy but I take my time and make it down eventually. The promise of cookies and peanut butter keeping me going.

It’s in the kitchen you find me, leaning forward on the counter, groaning as I feel the first real contraction. I feel your hands on my back, massaging my hips gently.

“Baby, what’re you doing I could’ve gotten you some snacks,” you say, your voice gently but concerned.

I breathe deeply as the contraction passes, pushing myself back up, sighing as you slide your hands under my belly to support it. The babies kick in against your palms, my skin tight and red.

“I couldn’t sleep…just wanted to get a snack,” I reply, closing my eyes as I lean my head back in your chest. I smile as you kiss my cheek and neck. “You have work I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You can always wake me up. You three are more important,” you say as your hands roam my belly more, pressing against the twins as they struggle to calm down after the contraction. “You’re gonna pop any moment now and I’m here to take care of you.”

I turn my head and kiss you, pressing my belly against you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss me back, holding me as close as you can with our babies between us. “Come on let’s go back to bed. I’ll grab your snacks.”

I nod, starting my slow journey back up the stairs. “Oreos and peanut butter please. And a red Gatorade.” I call over my shoulder.

I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs when you’re next to me, snacks in one hand, your free one going to my back to help me up.

When I finally reach the stop I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I make my way back to bed, sitting heavily and leaning back against the headboard. You set my snacks next to me, smiling as I put the peanut butter jar on my belly and scoop it out with the cookies.

“These two need to come soon,” I groan. “They’re so heavy now…”

I feel your hands on my belly, rubbing cool lotion into my skin. “I don’t mind them cooking a bit longer” you giggle.

“You don’t have to carry almost twenty pounds of baby,” I reply, play hitting your arm.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like being this big.” I close my eyes as you kiss my belly, your fingers teasing my belly button. “I know how much you’ve liked growing my babies”

I moan and reach my hand to you, rubbing my fingers through your hair. “Mmm it has been fun seeing how big I can’t get…especially with two babies.”

“Might just have to put three in you next time.”

“Promise?”

You smirk, coming closer to kiss me properly.

“You’re gonna grow nice and round for me again and again”

friend groups of dads competing to see who can give their gf the biggest baby

- Sol ✨

“I-I don't think I can hold it back any longer,” I grunt, blowing out a string of short, sharp pants as I fight against my body's natural urge to push.

“Are you feeling like you want to push?”

I sit perched up on our bed, leaning back against your chest as your legs bracket my body on either side. As my contraction builds, I inhale deeply and try to keep my mind focused on my breathing and not on the massive waves of pressure that wash over me. “It… ohhh, it's really coming. Oh God, I feel it.” My thighs tremble with effort as I squeeze them together, drawing a small, disapproving 'tsk' out of you.

I'm fighting a (rapidly) losing battle, and we both know it.

"Now, now, love. No cheating."

Your hands pry my knees apart, and I snarl and thrash in protest. The head has cleared my cervix and is sitting so low in my pelvis. Too low.

Pushing is no longer a want, but a necessity.

"Holy shit," I gasp. I understand the 'bowling ball' comparisons now– the sheer width of the head, so heavy and solid, that's beginning to grind down through my birth canal takes my breath away, and a sort of animalistic noise is all I can manage as I'm finally sucked under. The baby isn't waiting any longer. I bear down, gritting my teeth as I squeeze my eyes closed and curl over my heaving belly. "ffffuck."

"That's it," you coo into my ear. "Very good, baby. So good. You're really bulging, hm?" I nod frantically as I continue to push, my toes curling against the rumpled duvet as I try to scramble into a better position. The head is sitting right behind my furled slit, and a part of me is almost shocked that it doesn't shoot right out.

"Oh, my poor love," you continue in that soft, sweet tone, reaching down between my legs to ghost the tips of your fingers over my red-hot lips and throbbing clit. "I wish that I could do something for you. But you know that you didn't ask."

My eyes snap open, gaze frantic and wild as I watch you cup your palm over my bulging cunt. "Let it out!" I shriek, beads of cold sweat welling up on my flushed skin. "P-Please, baby. I didn't mean to!" Unable to hold back, I push again, shoving uselessly against the force of your hand. The baby squirms as the crown of the head meets your palm and lingers for a moment before it retreats back into my canal, ripping a distressed wail from my throat. "It's coming! I need it to come! Oh my God, just let it outttt. Pleasepleaseplease–."

You shush me. "Don't beg, baby," you admonish. "The rules were that you ask for permission to push, or you face the consequences. I'm afraid that these are the consequences."

Another contraction slams into me, my body desperate to expel the weight in my pelvis, and I howl as I try to get free. "Hnnnng!" A small sliver of slimy wet hair is surging forward, peaking out from behind my spread lips. "Fuck, it's right there! It's burninggg!"

"I'm sure it is, sweet thing. I can feel how open you are. Your pussy is gaping for me, all nice and slick. I bet the head would slide right out, wouldn't it?"

"Mmmph, mhmmm," I sob. "D-Dont you want that?" My hand trembles violently as I claw at the sheets. "You said you... fuck! You wanted, hoooo, to be the o-one to deliver it."

"Very true." Your voice is stern. Matter-of-fact. "But in order for that to happen, you need to be good and do what you're told."

As the vice grip of the contraction begins to release, I suck in a cleansing breath, nostrils flaring as I inhale the primal scent of sex and sweat and birth. My knees fall open a little wider, and then wider again when I hear your approving hum. "I-I need to push, baby." In comparison to yours, my voice is small and thin. "Please let me push. God, fuck, baby. Please! Please, I'm sorry."

My cunt burns, and I whine pathetically as I struggle to push the head out. No matter how hard I shove and push and struggle, the head doesn't emerge any further, making it clear that the birth (whenever it may occur) is entirely in your charge.

"Pleaseee. It burns so bad, baby! It's going to rip me apartttt!" I continue to babble, head thrashing from side to side as my desperation grows. "It's comingggg! Fuckfuckfuck, gotta push again!"

Your response consists of little more than a kiss on the top of the head. "And what do we say?"

"Holy fucking- PLEASE! Can I please push?!"

"You know," you say, staring down at my gaping cunt as it opens into more of an 'O' shape and gives a glimpse of the mass of the head slipping free from my lips, "I think we're finally starting to get somewhere."

you moving my hand slowly. placing it between your legs. face turning away immediately.

“it’s okay, honey.” pressing a kiss to your cheek. tilting your face back toward mine. “there’s my pretty girl” thumb grazing you through your underwear. barely. feeling you twitch. “now tell me what you want me to do. i want to hear you say it.”

you shaking your head. too shy.

“sweetheart.” so soft. “you just put my hand exactly where you needed it. that was so brave.” pressing a little closer against you. feeling you lean into it. “you can tell me the rest. i promise it’s safe.”

“i want you to—” stopping. going pink all over.

“take your time.” waiting for you. just holding you. “i’m right here. no rush.”

“i want you to rub my clit.” whispered.

thumb finding you immediately. slow gentle circles through the fabric. “good girl” watching your whole body exhale. “so good. you did so well asking me for that.” pressing a kiss to your hair. feeling you melt into my hand. “and whenever you need more. you just tell me. okay? just like that. i’ll always give you exactly what you need.”

you nodding softly against my shoulder.