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Then he began the arduous process of getting out of his truck. It was undignified scooting until he got half of his ass off the seat, then he had to wedge a hand under his belly and hold it up while he turned, so that it didn’t drop off the seat and pull his back. Finally, gripping the door frame with his other hand, he stepped down, and released a winded oof as his body protested keeping itself upright while so overburdened. His back bowed, and even his chest bounced a little with the impact, the bit of breast tissue left over after his top surgery now swollen with milk.

Though sitting for so long left him sore and cramping, getting on his feet made him acutely feel every change of his impending fatherhood. He swore he could sense his hips settling even further apart in real time, the bottom-most twin an imminent weight deep in his pelvis, her tiny head generating a disproportionate amount of pressure on all his tender parts.

He spent a minute or so stretching, but there wasn’t much to be done when a body was this pregnant, so he pulled his tool kit from the back of his truck and began his waddle up to the house. Though, at this point, it was more of a trudge, the cuteness of his rocking posture diminished by how hard it was to get his work boots off the ground. By the time he reached the door, he was breathing heavy from just those few steps, a hand wedged to his aching back. He nudged the doorbell with the corner of his tool box.

A big guy answered the door, probably in his late 20s or early 30s, clean-cut, and didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary until they shook hands and his eyes fell to Dave’s huge belly below. He stared for a moment—everyone always did—before clearing his throat.

“Uh- yeah, uh, come on in— Mister?” His eyes flicked between Dave’s belly and his upper lip, where a thick, well-groomed mustache grew. “Uh, Mister…?”

“Dave,” he supplied, a little tired, but mostly used to this by now.

That was always the most awkward moment since he began to show: strangers grappling with the sight of a clearly pregnant man. After two decades of being stealth, it was a little difficult to know that anyone who looked at him would see his belly and know that he had a womb. And then—the men, especially—would have the next logical thought, and realize there must be a pussy between his legs. He could only guess how frequently even the most unassuming man would think of his cunt. Some of them, he was pretty sure that was all they thought about when they looked at him.

This one was nice, at least, and even tried to offer him a cushion to kneel on for his work. Dave graciously declined, showing off the padded mat he had added to his toolkit about six months ago. The client still looked uneasy, and tried to help him kneel down, then got him a glass of water he didn’t ask for, and finally asked outright if Dave was sure he was up to this.

Dave waved him off, saying aloud that he felt great, internally begging the client to leave before he had another contraction.

Finally the guy left him to it, saying that he needed to run an errand but he’d be back before Dave was done.

No sooner had the client left than Dave’s belly drew horribly tight. He gasped and clutched both it and the nearby counter, and made a strangled, bemused noise as he found his bump just as hard as the marble under his other hand. The pain grew and the pressure tightened until a whine began to build in his chest, ready to break through his teeth at any moment— then suddenly his muscles let up, leaving him gasping and a little dizzy, a chill washing through his limbs.

“Right, okay,” he mumbled, rubbing his bump. He needed to hurry this up. He took a deep breath and exhaled very deliberately, then began to kneel. The process was arduous, his knees threatening to give between the mass of his belly and the breadth of his hips.

Every inch he got closer to the ground, the deeper the weight in his pelvis settled, until it felt like the baby would fall right out of him. Or shoot out, if he sneezed. He knew from experience that it was much more likely that he might have a little accident, but he didn’t want to tempt fate with these contractions ramping up. So, he exhaled shakily and tried to keep his legs together. He just needed to do his job.

His job, as it turned out, was not nearly as simple as he expected. What he thought would be a single part change turned out to be an entire set of pipes that would need to be replaced, but the wood of the surrounding cabinets was so old that it would surely not survive that kind of work. The whole thing needed to be redone. That was a job for another person at another time, but he couldn’t very well leave things in this state when a leak like this was costing his client dozens of dollars a day on the water bill. In this economy?! He had to do something. Maybe he could—

“Hoh—“ He buckled forward, both hands clinging to the lip of the counter above as a contraction gripped him. A low, thin hum grew in his chest as he bore the vice, his fingers cramping. It left him panting when it passed. He dropped a hand to his belly, to the side that had gone wonky and pointy as his descending children protested being squeezed.

“Slow down, kids,” he whispered, chest heaving. “Give Papa a little more time.”

Once he caught his breath, he pulled a mask and spackling out of his bag. With his face protected from fumes and potential rot, he leaned forward—grunting as his belly pressed against the mat, as his twins’ weight stung his spine—and got to patching up the worst of the leakage.

Speaking of leakage… leaning forward like this, his chest felt incredibly tight and heavy. He wouldn’t be surprised if he took off his overalls after this and found sweet colostrum staining the inside of his undershirt. Good. He would be ready to feed his babies.

He got a good bit of spackling done before the next contraction. This one was the hardest yet. The air evacuated his lungs, forcing out a gravelly sound as his throat drew tight. On his hands and knees like this, the tension was the worst in his back, strung through his tailbone all the way to his anus.

When it had mostly passed, he unclenched his hands, and found his left trembling, with the shape of the spackling tool indented in his palm. He set it thoughtlessly aside and put both hands flat to the floor of the cabinet, needing leverage to follow his body’s instinct to rock back and forth on all fours. His lower back especially still felt horribly tight, and the pressure in his belly had only grown. But the rocking relieved some of the tension in his lumbar region and hips, though every shift backward made him feel like the baby might pop right out of him.

Releasing a trembling sigh, he picked his tool up and got back to work. The sooner he could finish, the sooner he’d be out of here.

He didn’t know how long he worked. In the back of his mind was a voice screaming that he should be timing these contractions, that he needed to leave for the hospital now, given how far they were from civilization. But at the forefront of his mind was the task. He just had to finish this. Then he would get in his truck and drive to the hospital and it would all be fine. There was time. There had to be. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his belly strained like it carried solid lead and his hips felt like they might not survive standing up, but there would be time.

Finally, he finished the work. It wasn’t his best, but it was pretty good considering how many times he had been interrupted by his other labor.

Dreading the ordeal of getting back on his feet, he crawled around gathering his things, belly dragging on the floor. He whimpered out a curse as another contraction took him, wringing out a deep, throaty moan.

“Ohhhh, ho, hoh- no, oh no,” he panted, leaning back into it until his rock-hard belly rested on his thighs. The angle helped his hips but made him feel so tight from his perineum to his lower back, granting him a sickening insight into exactly where his child’s head was angled. It hurt so *bad*, he didn’t even know if he could sit down like this, let alone drive.

By the time he realized he had broken the cardinal rule of laboring—keep your breathing calm—he was already panting. His head swam and he was starting to feel sick and the waves of panic left his limbs tingling. He didn’t have time. He needed an ambulance.

He reached into his pocket for his phone… wait. Where was it? Oh god. He patted over his many pockets, but already he could envision his cell still docked above his radio, where he’d left it, back in the truck.

“No, no, no, no,” he panted. How could he make a mistake like that?! “Dave, you dummy, you- you…” he couldn’t even think of another word for how foolish he was, all he could think of was the pressure, the weight, the inevitable forcing his body wide open.

“Calm down,” he mumbled, swiping the sweat from his brow. There was nothing else to do, now; he just had to get the phone.

Well— first, he had to get up.

Trying to even his breathing, he reached for the counter again and got his arms situated against the marble edge. Then he counted one, two, three, and heaved himself up. Or, he tried to. He barely even unbent his legs before his struggling lower back and split-open abs failed, his anvil of a belly pulling him back into a squat. The sensation of the baby plummeting punched a wheeze out of him and made his stomach lurch, and for a moment he thought the head must have actually popped out before he realized he would definitely know if that had happened.

He muttered, “Keep your head on, Dave,” and shifted his boots further apart before trying again. With a colossal groan, trembling limbs, and a full ten seconds of effort, he finally made it back to his feet. He leaned against the counter while he caught his breath, clutching his heaving belly with one hand.

But he didn’t stay upright for long. The next contraction came already, and he barely had time to eke out a noise of dismay before the pain bent him against the counter, the breath forced out of him as the tension pulled his chest towards his belly. His elbows caught him on the marble, but that jarring pain was a mere tickle compared to the sensation of every muscle in his lower body working to tear a hole inside of him. The sheer energy required for the contraction generated heat all through his crushed guts and pinched stomach, and he gagged, whimpering as he swallowed against the urge to vomit on his client’s beautiful counter.

Finally, it ended. His whole body trembled, his sweat speckling the marble. He only lifted his weary head because that kept the bile from rushing up his throat.

Much like being on his knees, bending over the counter like this felt oddly natural, keeping his pelvic bones splayed wide. He wanted desperately to stay there, but the fear of doing the rest of this alone gave him the strength to push upright on shivering arms. So, a hand to his spasming back and one rubbing his belly, he waddle-trudged to the door.

Though he’d feared the trek to his vehicle, it was actually a bit of a relief. Apparently all of that about walking being good for labor was true; it stretched his muscles and made his loosened hips feel even more open. The sensation of his baby oscillating with each step wasn’t necessarily good, but it was its own kind of relief, a bit of variety in the never-relenting pressure.

Finally, he made it to his truck. He leaned heavily on the trusty old girl as he rounded the hood towards the driver’s side. He opened the door and stared at the step up into the high cab before deciding he wasn’t up to climbing. Instead he turned to his side, moving his belly out of the way, and reached over the seat for his phone.

Of course, that was when the next one hit.

The tension and the pain converged on him again, nearly as bad as last time. But there was another feeling, one that took him by surprise too much to resist: the need to push.

His hands fell to his thighs. Knees bending, lungs swelling, head ducking, he instinctively narrowed every muscle down towards his abdomen. The pressure he’d thought couldn’t get any worse somehow did, made him feel like he was about to burst and implode all at once as it inched lower, reigniting the tension near his tailbone and shooting down to his asshole. A deep sound buzzed in his chest, his voice seeping out unchecked as the effort took him over. Deliriously, he thought about how proud he’d been when HRT first lowered his voice, and how he never would have imagined hearing his new baritone strain as he pushed a child into the world.

The contraction eased up, and he stopped pushing, light-headed, limbs tingling, gasping for breath. “Haaa… fu- huh… ohhh…”

Wow, yeah, that definitely was a head in his vagina. The obstruction made him feel a bit delirious, made him want to fall against the truck and twist and wail and squirm and push until it was out. But he couldn’t afford that kind of tantrum, and he knew enough not to push without a contraction, let alone standing over a gravel driveway in the middle of nowhere.

“Alright, Dave, stand up,” he mumbled.

He unbent his legs, but couldn’t bring himself to straighten out his back and lose the relief of his tilted pelvis. That made it a bit of a reach up into the tall cab for the phone. He almost knocked it out of its dock with his unsteady hand, but he managed to curl his fingers around it. It took him a few tries to successfully pull up the keypad and dial. As it rang, he dropped his arms to the seat and rested his forehead on them, hips instinctively swaying, belly heaving gently as he struggled to keep his breathing in check.

A calm voice came over the speaker. “911, what is your emergency?”

He gasped in relief, head snapping up. “Hey! Hey, hello, yes, I’m in labor. Baby’s coming faster than I thought. I need an ambulance.”

“Your wife is in labor?”

His heart sank towards his stomach, a long plunging sensation for such a cramped amount of space. “No, no, I am. I’m having twins.”

“Sir, are you aware it can be a class four felony to make a fraudulent 911 call?”

This far into his life as a transgender man, Dave wouldn’t have thought this sort of thing could get to him anymore. But with a child forcing him apart, it made him gasp a helpless sob.

“No, no, don’t hang up, please, my name is Dave, I’m transgender, as in I- I used to be a woman, but, I-I’m a man now, I just still have a- you know, a uterus, and I- I’m pregnant with my first - with twins, 36 weeks and- four days I think? I thought I had time, I thought - but the first baby is coming, I think I need to start pushing, and—“

“Whoa, whoa, okay, hey, it’s alright. You’re alright, I’m not hanging up. I apologize, sir. I’m here to help you. Can you give me your address?”

“Uh… shoot, I’m- I’m on a job, I have to…” he pulled the phone away from his ear and fumbled through apps before he got the map back up. He read the address off.

“Okay. I’m sending an ambulance to your location. Now, you said you feel like you need to push?”

“Yeah,” he rasped. “I don’t think it’ll take much. She- the baby’s through my cervix, definitely, she feels low- really, really low.”

“How long have you felt like you needed to push?”

“Uh- well, not long, just one contraction so far. But it was- it was really intense. And I’ve been having, um, bad contractions for a while.”

“Okay. How far apart?”

“I haven’t been timing them. Uh… maybe four or five minutes apart before, but now? Less than three. Maybe even two.”

“Okay. Is there anyone there who can assist you?”

He looked forlornly at the tree-lined road winding empty towards the horizon. “Nobody for miles.”

“Okay, that’s okay. Can you reach your vagina, sir?”

He looked down, and groaned a soft, wavering sound at the sheer mass filling his overalls. “I dunno. My belly is so big…”

“Alright. Can you try for me?”

“Oh, jeez. Okay. Uh…” He set the phone down, then stretched an arm out and dug his nails around the leather piping on the opposite side of the car’s seat, anchoring himself. Then he shifted his feet back to deepen his bend, puffing his cheeks with a loud exhalation as he slid his other hand down his immense side.

It strained his shoulder and left him wheezing, but he finally managed the seemingly impossible task of getting his hand between his legs. With some wriggling and the help of a foot lifted onto the truck’s stair, he was able to reach the warm center of his crotch, where his vaginal opening hid beneath layers of canvas and cotton.

“Okay— ah- sh- shoot- okay, I can reach.” He hissed through his teeth. “Barely.”

“Alright, when you insert your fingers, do you feel your baby’s head?”

“Uh… I can’t do that. I’m in overalls.”

“…Can you get them off?”

“Oh.” He withdrew the hand from between his legs. “Let me see if I can…” He reached for the clasp of his overall strap. Teeth clenched, he struggled with the little thing and cursed himself for not choosing something easier to get in and out of. He’d barely been able to get the damn things off and back on when he took his bathroom break before the drive, and now, with his underbelly distended all the way to his pelvis by his descending child, the fabric was pulled far too sharply to get any leverage for lifting the clasps.

It wasn’t until he heard a concerned, “Don’t strain yourself,” over the phone that he realized he was making a thin, forceful noise in his throat, and his forehead was actually quite hot with the built-up effort. He let go of the strap with a huff and found himself panting.

“Shit,” he said, then, “sorry. Shoot.”

“What happened?”

“I think I’m stuck in my overalls. My- my belly’s changed shape since I put them on, and it’s made them too tight. I can’t undo the clasps now. Heck,” he added, with one last vehement pull of the denim strap. “Okay, okay, I’ve got shears with me, so- maybe I can cut myself out of them?”

“That sounds like a good plan, as long as you’re careful.”

“Right.” He looked to his trunk, where he kept his tool kit.

Where it currently was not, because he took it inside for the job.

“Oh, no,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“They’re inside. My tools are.”

“That’s okay. It might seem difficult, but it’s recommended to walk during labor.”

Dave grimaced, but he knew from experience that the operator was right. The operator… “Hey- sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”

“Oh! Uh, Henry.”

“Nice to meet you, Henry. I’m Dave.”

“Dave, right. Hi, Dave.”

“Hi. I’m gonna stick you in my pocket while I head inside, okay?

“Okay. Just watch your step, you don’t want to fall right now.”

“Okay, Hen.”

He looked up towards the house, considering the length of the journey, while he reached for his phone. Eyes elsewhere, he didn’t realize he missed his pocket until he heard the case knock against the stair of the truck and hit the gravel below.

All instinct and pregnancy-brained impulse, he squatted down to pick it up. By the time he realized what he was doing, it was too late to change tracks; the enormous weight of his belly was already dragging him down. A helpless groan punched out of him as his legs hit their deepest squat and the weight inside him lurched down, straining his crotch, so low he was sure it must be just behind his pussy lips.

“Oh, jeez,” he panted, “oh god, oh jeez, oh jeez—“

“Dave? Dave, are you there?” The gravel made the speakerphone sound tinny and distant, like Henry was actually a small man hiding in the pebbles. “Can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah,” Dave rasped.

“What happened?”

“Just- dropped my phone like a dummy. Happens. I’ve gotta—“

Tension plunged through his pelvis. He yelped, dwindling to a thin rasp as he tipped forward. He managed to catch himself with one hand against the car, while the other clutched at his belly, lumpy now as his locked-tight muscles shrunk around the emerging baby, and the one still waiting in his womb.

Then the claws in his back and the pressure in his hips and the noose around his belly all tightened at once, defied by the massive disruption in his core. A single thought remained in his head:

“Needtopush.”

Over the blood roaring in his ears, he barely heard Henry saying, “No, not yet, not yet, you need to get the overalls off first. Hear me? Don’t push, you can’t push yet!”

When he had found out he would be delivering twins at the ripe age of forty, Dave had immediately worried he wouldn’t have the stamina to make it through labor, the possible hours of pushing.

He never would have guessed how difficult it would be not to push.

His throat caught on a loud, humming kind of moan, desperate to listen to his body, but he channeled the urge to push elsewhere and shoved his hand against the metal siding of the car until it dented with a thump. Despite his valiant effort not to move things along, he acutely felt his womb squeezing the baby lower, slowly, agonizingly stretching him until he was sure his whole birth canal was full.

Finally the contraction passed. Dave dropped forward onto his knees and scattered gravel as he reached thoughtlessly for the phone.

“Dave? Dave, you there?”

“I didn’t push,” he panted. “But- the baby feels so low. Oh. Ohhh, I’m so full. Ohhhhh god. I think she’s gonna come on the next one whether I push or not.” He made a forlorn little sound in the back of this throat. “She’s coming, her head’s gotta be coming soon, it’s so big, I can feel it—“

“Dave, hey, don’t panic, alright? I need you to try to feel through your overalls. Does your pubic region feel domed outward?”

Clumsily, he managed to get his hand down there. The area was sensitive, and the pain persisted, but the touch of his fingers barely agitated it. It all felt swollen, but then, it had for a few months now. “I don’t think so?”

“Okay, that means you're not delivering the head yet. Can you breathe with me?”

Right, he was panting again. He rubbed his belly in slow, easy loops, and tried to breathe with the rhythm Henry was demonstrating on the other line. When he felt a bit more stable, he mumbled, “Sorry, normally I don’t lose my head like this, I just thought I had more time, and—“

“You’re doing great, Dave. Just try to get to those shears as quick as you can, but don’t hurt yourself, okay?”

Dave wanted to mutter something a little mean-spirited about how that was easy for Henry to say, since he didn’t have the first of two babies filling his vagina, but instead he just grunted as he gripped the seat edge above him and started to drag himself upright.

Then: a strange snapping sensation inside him, a sudden release of pressure, and the baby slipped lower with a distinct feeling of becoming lodged, no longer an amorphous mass but now a very clear physical shape, complete with angles and edges wedged between his bones. He groaned, only to gasp at the sudden gush of moisture between his thighs. For a moment he thought he’d wet himself, but as the inseam of his overalls grew warm with more and more liquid, he knew what had happened.

“Hooooh. Okay. Okay, looks like my water broke.”

“Oh! Okay, that’s alright, Dave. Nothing’s changed. Just get those scissors, okay?”

“Oka—ayyyye, ohh hoh hoh. Wow.”

Apparently the amniotic sac had been doing a lot of work keeping baby where she was; as he stood completely, he found her so low that he couldn’t believe she wasn’t falling into his overalls. Which, based on how his pussy was burning, really seemed on the table.

He bent to one side with a groan and managed to get his hand between his legs again. The fluid had left everything clinging, and this time he felt it all more distinctively: the hill of his pubic fat stretched by what was happening inside of him, his engorged t-dick, the puffy folds that had been swelling by the day as he neared the end of his pregnancy. But when he spread his fingers and traced the area, cupped it in his hand…

“Okay, shoot, okay, the baby- uh- dropped a little when my water broke, and now I can feel the head. Not- not coming out yet, but- but I’m all- starting to bulge, like you said—“

“Okay, we’re gonna hurry up and get those shears, then, right?”

“Right. Right, yeah.”

It was, in fact, much easier said than done. Dave was hardly even walking anymore, his legs absurdly bowed around the growing burn, each step a heavy rocking motion as he fought the momentum of his belly. It wanted to propel him forward, pull him down.

Unfortunately, moving like so much molasses, he had nothing to do but reflect on his situation, and the indescribable pressure behind his cunt, and how it felt like his hips were being displaced by his trusty Black Widow pearl-reactive 12-pounder with the Predator V1 Asymmetric core. Then he thought about getting back into bowling for a moment before an innocuous step made his pelvic bones feel like they were grinding together, and he decided it was probably a bad time to think about his hobbies, since he was about to have two babies on his hands.

“Almost there,” he wheezed, as much to Henry as to himself.

“Good job, Dave, you’re doing great.”

No sooner had he put his hand on the door knob than he began to feel the tightening in his back and belly again. “Hoh, oh no, one’s coming, a big one— ohhhhh…”

He lifted his elbows and fell against them on the door, folding his forearms to have something to rest his head against, and to dig his nails into his own elbows. The pressure in his belly only grew, spreading down, locking muscles he didn’t even know he had, steel forcing the unyielding mass in his pelvis even lower.

“Ohhh I wanna push, I need to puuuush!” he groaned, but he didn’t. He made strange, almost melodic noises as he rode out the urge, eyes welling, throat dry. The baby kept sinking lower. The steady burn in his cunt sharpened, and the sting spread to his perineum. He whined, his legs instinctively trying to close to get away, but unable to shut with the baby where she was.

Finally it passed, and as the white noise died in his ears, he heard Henry babbling something at him.

“I didn’t push,” he whimpered.

“Good, that’s—“

“Doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, the head is coming. Ohh, it burns. It really burns, she’s coming, I’m having her now!” He groaned as he struggled to get a hand between his legs again. Then he gasped. “Oh, jeez. Oh, I’m so full, everything’s all pushed out, it’s bulging. It burns, it fucking burns, she’s coming now.”

“Alright, Dave, you need to get to those shears, then. Get those shears and you can have your baby, okay?”

With his next step, he suddenly remembered a diagram he saw of a mother pushing, how the baby stretched her open from her depths to her lips, her birth canal so wide it looked like her womb reached right to her cunt. He felt that now, his whole person transforming into nothing but a passage for his baby.

Every instinct told him to stop right where he was and drop into a squat, to work with his body’s painstaking rearrangement, help it fulfill its purpose, and push. But the baby could get hurt if he delivered her into these overalls and they stayed stuck. He took a trembling breath and finally opened the door.

The house looked dangerous and dirty in a way it hadn’t before, now that he knew he was about to give birth here. There were several renovation projects going on at once, the living room wallpaper being replaced and some superficial columns half-broken down, an unmounted mirror resting at a possibly hazardous angle against the wall. Random pieces of debris and loose screws littered the floor.

Dave whimpered gently as he trudged towards the kitchen.

“Dave?”

“It’s a mess in here. Ugh, I wanted to have my babies at the hospital.” His next breath shuddered, eyes blurring with tears. “God, I should have just gone when the contractions started, I’m already a bad father…”

“Dave, best thing you can do for your babies right now is focus on finding those shears. Remember, the ambulance is on its way, okay?”

“Right,” he gasped, and wiped a hand roughly over his eyes. “Right, yeah, I’m almost there. Here’s the— oh, oh, no, no, no—“

He just managed to get his hands on the kitchen counter before the next contraction wrested control of his body. His knees swayed apart and his back arched as his pelvis lowered. He heard himself making a loud, long, “Haaaaaaa,” sound that was somehow helping him bear the pain, but nothing could keep his body from beginning to bear down. He shook his head and panted, trying so, so hard not to push. But still the baby moved lower, and the burn somehow got worse, and his voice went raw as he cried out.

“Dave!?”

“Hurts! It hurts so bad! She must have crowned,” he whimpered. “Oh, it hurts, it hurts…” he trailed into repetitious mumbling, frozen exactly where he was, feeling unable to move except to rock back and forth fruitlessly seeking relief. It felt like every bit of tissue was stretched to its limit, like a single shift would rip him open.

“Dave, you need to get the shears now!”

“Hmmmnnnnn… nnno- no, I can’t, I can’t,” he groaned. “Head’s too big, I can’t…”

“You can, Dave, you have to. Where are they?”

He managed to peel his eyelids apart, the world blurry and throbbing. For a moment, he didn’t even know where he was, or remember what he could possibly be doing other than delivering this baby. Something about… shears?

He glanced back at his tool box. The shear handles should have protruded from the outer pocket where he kept them, but he didn’t see them.

Then he took a shaky breath and smelled the spackling. It came back to him—he’d used the shears to clip off a bit of hardened spackle at the spout of the bottle.

“Right. I left them under the sink.” Knees bowed awkwardly apart, he turned and began to stagger that way. With the solid form of his child dominating his hips, and the still-massive obstacle of his belly, he didn’t trust himself to bend on his own without falling.

So, finally, he answered his body’s plea and squatted. The baby still in his womb pressed up into his diaphragm as he did, forcing a wheeze, but he managed to get there. The stretch of his overalls across his throbbing gash of a cunt only increased the agonizing pressure, and he had the dizzying thought that the firm canvas had pushed the baby back inside.

“Okay,” he panted, “almost there.” He braced an arm on the counter above his head and slowly began to lean forward. A low groan trickled out of him as the tilt of his pelvis shifted the weight inside, at once a relief and an alarm as the pressure somehow increased.

“Hoooooh god,” he groaned.

“Dave?”

“She’s coming out,” he mumbled.

“Do you have the shears?”

“Yeah, they’re right here. I just gotta— Oh. Oh, I gotta— Haa- hah- ho, ho no—”

The contraction was a force that could not be bargained with, so much pressure distilled into such a small space that suddenly nothing was left within him but a blind, instinctive need to push. He reared back to grab the counter lip with his other hand, dropped his chin to his chest, and finally, finally did what his body had been screaming at him to do: he pushed.

Everything in his upper body transformed into counter-pressure against the wrecking-ball presence in his hips, even the air in his lungs, forced low towards his abdomen. He pushed, face growing hot, heartbeat pounding in his ears, a thin, gravelly noise grinding in the back of his throat.

And he felt it, now; before, he’d been so certain each time that the scalp must have reached his lips, but now, he knew the head was the only explanation for the agony licking from his cock to his asshole. The pain eclipsed anything he’d experienced so far, devastating everything between his legs as it all bulged and deformed around his arriving baby.

The shock of his ruined pussy caught up with his breathless lungs, and suddenly he could push no more, forced to rasp in ragged, desperate gasps.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he heard himself wailing, an attempt to say oh god unrealized in the desperation of childbirth.

“—ave, Dave, what’s happening!?”

“The head!” he cried. “The head’s coming out, augh, hmmmn, god, it hurts! Hurts so bad. Haaaaah.” Trying to escape the pain, he started to rock his hips, but that only tightened the canvas of his overalls against the baby’s head—and this time, he really did feel the resistance nudge it back inside. He locked still with a yelp.

“Fuck! No, no, she’s going back in, no, no!”

“That’s okay, that’s okay, You’re doing so good, Dave, you’re almost there, you just need to get out of those overalls and then you can meet your baby. Can you see the shears?”

He whined a thin, affirmative sound.

“Okay, good, you need to get them, okay?”

The two feet between Dave and the shears might as well have been ten miles with the massive belly still hanging from him, and all of the muscles in his pelvis displaced by an entire body.

He whimpered. “Mmmokay. Okay. I can do it. I just gotta…”

Dave was, in general, a slow and methodical man. But he had never done anything more slowly and methodically than beginning to spread his feet apart now, lowering his already-too-low center of gravity. As his legs spread, the blaze between his thighs brightened and grew, and his throat produced a strange, continuously-breaking wobble he didn’t know he was capable of, the kind of noise he’d expect from someone being dragged across concrete.

“Dave?”

“M’bending.” His voice went especially thin as he bent further and the second twin was pushed deep into his lungs. “Ohhhh they’re too big. They’re too big…”

“You’ll be alright, Dave, just keep going, okay? You’re doing so great. You’re almost there.”

He dropped one of his hands from the counter overhead and slapped it on the floor of the cabinet, trying to steady himself. Pressure mounted in his lower back. He began to groan, then whimper as it grew, and grew—

“Ohhhh it hurts, it hurts, it- huuuurrrggghhh…!”

There was no choice now but to push. He went totally silent, not even breath escaping him, trembling from his scalp all the way to his knees. Between his womb-stretched abs and the violently compressed muscles of his birth canal, it was like trying to pluck an elevator cable, expecting something held tense by thousands of pounds to budge.

But his body was made to do this. He pushed, and somehow he forced his child through, and his pussy lips stretched wider around the head, and finally he reached the end of his effort with a delirious, undignified yelp as the crowning child stayed wedged in his cunt.

Henry was saying something on the phone and Dave was pretty sure he wanted to say something back, but all he could think was that he felt like he was about to tear from all sides, his cock a white-hot point of tension, his distended perineum threatening to rip right open. But, despite the strain, his body held miserably solid.

Without thinking, he reached down between his legs. It was a little easier with his belly having lost some volume, squished easily by his stretching arm.

“Oh,” he rasped. “Oh my god. Oh wow. Okay.”

The center seam of his overalls bulged out obscenely. Gently, gasping, tears welling, he cupped the fabric stretched across the distended hill of flesh that used to be his crotch, and stroked the massive wet lump protruding in the center. As it was, he was fairly sure the baby would be eased back into his canal as opposed to being harmed by the rigid canvas, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Okay,” he said, now a bit soggy. “Baby’s- hoooo- baby’s crowning. Head- head’s almost out. I’m gonna. Gonna cut the overalls.”

“Okay, yes, good, Dave, you’re doing amazing.”

Maybe it was the fact that he could feel his baby’s head under his fingers, or just the ecstatic relief of the end being in sight, but he suddenly noticed how much feeling was in Henry’s voice.

“Thank you,” he groaned. “Oh. Hmmm, hoh, okay. Here I go.” Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from his baby and finally reached for the shears. They weren’t even especially far, leaving him a little embarrassed at how cloudy he’d let his head get in the pain, but it didn’t matter. He had them now.

Carefully, carefully, he eased his upper body back out of the cabinet. A high squeak tore from him as the change in angle nudged the baby forward ever so slightly, just enough to somehow strain his cunt further.

“Alright, Dave, how we doing?” Yeah, that was worry in his voice, wasn’t it? How sweet.

“M’okay,” he panted. “Here goes. Cutting now.”

It was then, taking one strap of his overalls in hand, that he realized he didn’t even need the freaking shears. The fastenings were loose now, his belly no longer the absurd blimp it had been with two amniotic sacs inside. With just one, he had plenty of slack to unhook the clasps. The overalls fell limply from his chest, though they still clung around the broadest part of his belly. His plain undershirt was transparent with sweat, showing the damp whorls of his chest hair and the dark peaks of his areolae puffing proudly atop his barely-swelling chest. True to his prediction, little spots of yellow clung to his long, enlarged nipples, his body eager to provide the baby’s first meal.

He took all this in as he caught his breath. “Okay, almost ou— Oh! Oh no- oh that’s so fast, I gotta—“ He set the scissors at his side and grabbed at the counter again, sweaty fingers slipping on the marble. At this point he really thought he was getting into a rhythm, mastering this whole pushing thing, but—

“HmmmmmmaaaAAAAAAAAGH!”

He stretched, and stretched, pussy lips humbled to ribbons of agony, a pain so potent it shot up through his guts right to his sinuses. But still he bore down, kept pushing, he could do it, for his baby, he had to—!

The head burst out. A strangled cry of relief punched from his chest, dissolving into exhausted laughter as he noticed the emerging child had tugged his overalls the rest of the way over the crest of his belly. It sloped out from under his too-small undershirt in an odd pear shape, all of the volume gone from the top, the second twin all but resting on his thighs.

Trembling, he reached down and felt the head through his freshly drenched pants.

“Dave?”

“I did it. Head’s out.” He panted. “Here, let- let me…” He shimmied his overalls down a little lower, unable to get them off his legs, but able to expose his undercarriage enough to push his briefs down. It was much easier to reach around, now, making it simple to dip his hand between his thighs and find…

“Oh, hi there,” he gasped. A sob hitched through him, his cheeks suddenly aching with the force of his smile. “Hi, sweetie, Papa’s here. I’ve got you.” He cupped her head, thinking both how incredibly small she was and how he couldn’t believe he shoved a head that big out of him. Belatedly, he remembered to feel down around her neck, a chill of relief flooding his limbs when he found no cord around the neck.

“Hooo, okay, head’s out, I think she’s all good, and- oh! Ah.” He sucked air through his teeth. “Kicking me still. Ouch. Ow.” He chuckled weakly. “Yeah, sweetie, hold on a minute, okay? Need another contraction and then you’ll have all the room you need, I promise.”

“Good, amazing job, man, that’s so incredible. You’re incredible.” Henry sounded a little breathless. “Good work.”

“Not done yet,” Dave mumbled, as the telltale windup of muscles told him the next contraction was building. “Here it comes. Heeeerrre…. Nnnnnngggh!”

With the end in sight, Dave forced strength he didn’t even know he had into bearing down, taking the strange feeling of the baby twisting inside his cunt in stride, his hand near and steady when he passed the first shoulder. His yelp of pain and the deep breath to replenish his air happened at the same time, making a very weird sound that he didn’t have time to care about in his determination. He dropped his other hand from the counter ledge and let his shoulder fall against the cabinet door as he reached between his legs, and the sliver of voice forced through with his effort rose to a roar—

And he pushed the other shoulder through. His daughter slid into his waiting hands in another gush fo fluid.

He gasped for breath, a little dizzy, and even though his body felt ruined, he didn’t really mind collapsing on his soiled overalls with his back on the hard cabinets. He drew the baby up to his chest and tugged his shirt out of the way so he could press her to his skin, nuzzled to his heartbeat and wiry chest hair, his face close enough to duck and kiss her, not particularly caring about the sort of gross cheesy white stuff smeared all over her, even though some got on his mustache.

“Hi, baby,” he gasped. “There you are. Oh wow. There you are.”

After a few insistent pats on her tiny back, she coughed and started to cry, and he nodded along, laughing. “Yeah, understandable, sweetie. I know. That was hard. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, wow,” came the voice from his phone. He’d almost forgotten there was someone listening.

He laughed. “Good lungs, right?”

“Great. Wow. Whew.” Poor guy. He probably usually didn’t have these kinds of calls, coaching a guy through childbirth.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. Don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just glad everybody’s okay.”

Dave smiled; he couldn’t agree more.

Still, while the baby suckled at his chest, he couldn’t help but be painfully aware of her umbilical cord spilling over his still-pregnant belly, where her twin turned and kicked inside.

Then—

“Hey, uh, Hen, how far’s that ambulance?”

“Uhhh… ah. Forty minutes.”

“Okay,” he said, voice tightening. “Okay. Well. I— aaaah. Mhh. Yeah. I think her brother might- ah- he might get here before that.”

It was a simple plan, but still, there were a few hurdles she had to jump to ensure everything went just perfectly. First was to arrange babysitting. Stacey and Carter had four children; two girls and two boys. Their youngest, Caleb, was nearly two years old, who had made a rather dramatic entrance into the world in a McDonald’s drive thru about 22 months ago. With four children, Stacey and Carter had very busy lives. It was rare they got any alone time these days, with football clubs, gymnastic class, not to mention the fact she was still breastfeeding the little one who was not so little anymore. Childcare for the evening was essential. 

A “date night” she had called it. And technically, that would be true. A nice evening together just the two of them, just husband and wife, and not ‘mum’ and ‘dad’. So she had packed off their brood in the car earlier - they were going for a sleepover with their grandparents. When she got home, she couldn’t help but feel the house was a little empty. Even if the quiet was a blissful change. 

Her husband knew she was planning a date night, a romantic evening for the two of them. What she hadn’t told him was the item she had bought online. One she had discovered in a very particular forum, something she very quickly ordered, and was oh so excited to try out. 

The Pregnancy Pill 

Ever wanted to know what it is like to be heavily pregnant and give birth? The Pregnancy Pill is a unique technological advancement that allows anyone with a uterus to fully experience the whole spectrum of pregnancy and birth. Simply download our app, connect to your individual pill, and choose your desired options. Rapid growth, large baby, multiple babies, long labour, short labour, posterior, breach… the possibilities are endless. And the best part - the special pill is 100% reusable. Once the baby (or final baby) is born, it will shrink back to the original pill size to be used all over again.  

As someone who had given birth for real four times, you would think that Stacey and Carter would be done with pregnancy. However, their youngest’s sudden and unprecedentedly erotic birth in the drive-thru had brought to light previously undiscovered kinks for the married couple. It took a few weeks or months to recover from the ordeal, but then the confessions came out, late at night when the kids were asleep. Both Stacey and Carter admitting just how fucking arousing the whole experience had been. So when Stacey made the discovery of The Pregnancy Pill a couple of weeks ago, she knew what she wanted to do. 

After the kids were at the grandparents, Stacey readied herself for tonight’s events. She had a long shower, shaved her legs and armpits, and afterwards put on her favourite maternity dress. The instructions were simple; connect the pill to the app on her phone, then, once connected insert the pill into the vagina. It took some negotiating to get her hand at the right angle, but Stacey soon completed her task. Next, the settings. 

She scrolled through the app’s different options. It seemed to run in live time, meaning that you could alter or change the pregnancy and birth during the process. That could be fun. Stacey grinned, imagining what Carter would do if left in control of the app. She didn’t go through to the birth options just yet, she would save that for when her husband got home. Looking at the time, he would likely be getting home in the next hour. Excitement twirled and danced in her stomach. Or maybe it was already The Pill. She better progress this pregnancy if she was going to get her desired response from her husband. 

There was a part of Stacey that was nervous about this pill, it wasn’t exactly from a reputable website. But her desires to play out all manner of unplanned or sensual births won out against any hesitation she might have had. As she scrolled through the pregnancy options, there were just so many, she settled on a tamer route for their first go. 

One baby. 9lbs. Anterior positioning. 

Pregnancy development: 30 mins to full term. 

From the second she clicked ‘Accept’ on her choices, Stacey felt an immediate change in her body. A steady warmth erupted from her womb, spreading down her thighs and up her spine. She shifted on the bed, breathing a little more measured as the gentle cramping began, her womb slowly expanding around the developing ‘child’. 

“Whoa… this… this is gonna be fun.” She chuckled to herself, her hand on her belly that was already forming the first signs of a bump. 

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“Thank you.” Carter handed the cashier a twenty dollar bill, taking the bouquet of flowers in his other hand. They hadn’t been able to have a proper night alone in almost two years. Not that it was a large complaint of his, they both loved their children, and adored being parents. But to finally have a proper date night? Carter was prepared to make the most of it.

He left the shop, climbing into his car. It wasn’t far to get home, maybe thirty minutes at most. With a smile on his lips, he sent a quick text message to Stacey.

Carter: On my way home. Need me to stop and get anything?

Carter watched as his phone notified him that his wife had seen the message, a bubble with three dots blinking in and out as she typed up a response. It was simple, quick.

Stacey: Nope! Head on home love. 

With a smile on his lips, he put the car in drive, and began to navigate home. The entire drive he wondered what the plan was. A movie? Nothing in the theaters interested him or Stacey at the moment, all ridiculous action movies or remakes of remakes. Maybe dinner out in town? That made sense, he didn’t want her to have to cook unless she wanted to. Even if she did cook, he would ensure she wasn’t alone in the kitchen. In the end, it didn’t matter what the plan was. All Carter cared about was a night, just them, together. 

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What surprised Stacey most was the realism. As an experienced mother who’d gone through four pregnancies, she was well equipped to make the comparison. She expected the bump, that was a given, but the expansion and sensitivity of her breasts were an unforeseen bonus. Wearing her 1950’s style floral sundress, one of her favourite maternity outfits which had seen plenty of use with three of the four pregnancies happening during the height of summer, her bosom completely filled the larger cup size of the dress. 

Beneath her swollen chest was a gravid and undeniable bump. Naturally her hands moved across its surface, tracing large circles around the full size of the globe that now sat heavy on her hips. That was another pleasant surprise and something which added to its realism - the weight in her hips and pelvis. It was exactly like when she was heavily pregnant with her children. Not to mention the feeling of movement from within, the kicks and shifting as the ‘baby’ grew in her womb. It was just so real. 

Standing in front of the floor length mirror in their bedroom, Stacey looked in awe at her reflection. Within thirty minutes her regular body had ballooned into a maternal goddess, absolutely brimming with life. The relatively quick progress of the pregnancy meant she had to ride out the changes in her body. It wasn’t something she could pretend wasn’t happening, or to carry on as normal. The waves came in bursts, warm and sensual and almost pulsing, her womb expanding and muscles stretching to accommodate the growing foreign object. It wasn’t altogether painful, just a very strange sensation that was at times a little overwhelming. But now, now she was full term. The fact was undeniable. 

The rounded shape of her bump beneath the dress was very obviously hanging low, more oval and sitting closer to her hips. Not only that but her movements had altered. The increased weight in her pelvis made her legs part and the waddle Carter was so fond of to return. 

Carter. Shit. What was the time? He would be home soon. She had to move if she wanted to get the best possible reaction. 

Slowly, and very carefully, Stacey made her way downstairs. She could feel each step seemed to grind the weight of the ‘baby’ deeper into her hips. She couldn’t help the laboured breathing, the occasional huff, as she moved. 

Dinner was already in the oven, well the meat was. She still had to prepare the potatoes. Navigating the kitchen with a full pregnant belly, Stacey very easily slipped into the familiar routine. Stepping a little back from the counter so her bump could fit in the gap, cradling the underneath when she bent over to pick out a pot for the stove, swaying her hips side to side around the fullness in her pelvis when she stood to chop the potatoes. 

The smell from their dinner soon filled the warm kitchen; the glazed brisket in the oven and the roast potatoes on a rolling boil on the hob. Stacey put on some music to fill the empty space, the lack of children making it too quiet for the mother’s ears. She set the table for their dinner, using their fancy placemats and cutlery they’d got as a wedding present but seldom used, lighting a couple of candles in the centre. 

Time quickly passed, the afternoon sun turning the sky through the windows a glorious shade of amber and pink. Carter would no doubt be home soon. Stacey rubbed her giant belly, its size putting even the maternity shape of the dress to the test. She practically thrummed with excitement and anticipation for her husband to gaze upon her changed figure, to discover his surprise. 

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The garage door closed behind him, the car already in park as Carter grabbed the flowers for Stacey. The steps to the mud room had to be carefully navigated, toys littering the floor. It always cheered him, the blatant evidence of their family life. The second the door opened, the most mouthwatering scent hit his nose. She really loved him.

”I’m home!” He called out, kicking off his shoes before walking further. “The grocery store didn’t have our wine, so I’ll make us some tea.” 

“No worries, darling. I’m in the kitchen making us dinner.” Stacey called back innocently, keeping the excitement from showing too much in her voice. 

The trek through the house was the same as always, though without the patter of little feet, it almost felt empty. Maybe their date night would be on the shorter side, if they both grew to miss their kids too much. He forced the thoughts aside with no small amount of will, and kept walking. Their home was simple, decorations on the wall weren’t for ambiance, they were memories. Their eldest, Nathan’s, first little league trophy along with a photo of him in his uniform. 

McKenzie, their second born who was conceived far faster than either of them intended, had her own pictures up as well. She hated being in photos, and Carter distinctly recalled using velcro on her pants to keep her in place for her one year photoshoot. She was the artist of the family, and anytime she handed either of her parents a new drawing, Carter would frame it, and hang it on the wall. 

Their third child, a girl who was the spitting image of her mother in all ways, was named Claire. At only four years old now, she was obsessed with her princess movies and would sing along as often as she could. He held no reservation that her overnight bag to her grandparents included at least three princess dresses and four tiaras. The family had a plan for a trip to Disney soon, and Carter couldn’t wait to see Claire’s eyes light up when she saw her favorite characters in the flesh.

Caleb, the youngest and easily their favorite story to whip out at dinner parties, had fewer photos on the walls. A small collage by the entryway to the kitchen had a picture of him as a newborn held in his mothers arms, a snapshot he’d taken mere moments after birth. Pictures from each month of his life covered the board, usually with another family member holding him. Carter smiled, as he recalled the memory of that drive thru.

”God, it smells good in here babe.” Carter rounded the corner. “Is there anything I can…”

He froze, mouth falling open but failing to formulate anything other than a dumbstruck exhale. Stacey was in the kitchen, cooking and looking as beautiful as ever, and yet… I’m dreaming, this is a dream. As his wife turned to stir potatoes, he got the full side profile. She was, pregnant?! No, that simply wasn’t possible. Not only had they both agreed that they’d wait till Caleb was older before discussing another baby, Carter was dead certain that she hadn’t been pregnant this morning.

”Did, I-is that a pillow?” He asked, his eyes conveying the confusion that his body radiated. It was a full twenty seconds before he was able to put together another sentence. “I guess these flowers are for two reasons now huh?” Carter approached, free hand going to her back while the other held the flowers before her. “You know if you just said you didn’t want to wait for the next baby, I would have been cooperative…”

Stacey couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of her husband’s jaw hitting the kitchen floor was exactly what she’d hoped. She could practically hear the cogs in his brain trying to make sense of the sight before him, knowing full well she was not pregnant when he left for work this morning. And yet there was a flash of doubt, in the grey flecks of his eyes, thinking for a millisecond that they might be expecting their fifth child and he’s just forgotten. 

“A pillow?” She mused, her hands naturally resting on the top curve of her bump that pulled the fabric of her sundress tight over its surface. A grin pulled at her pink lips as she took the flowers from her husband, placed them on the kitchen counter, and took his hand in her own. She placed his palm on the firm dome of her belly over the fabric of her dress. “Does this feel like a pillow darling?” She smirked. 

At that moment the ‘baby’ in her womb shifted, turning around and wedging its head in her pelvis and kicking up where Carter’s hand was resting. “Ooof-” Stacey winced but kept her wide grin and bright smile as she watched his eyes narrow in confusion. 

Well, that felt oddly realistic. And Stacey's acting, pretending as if there was a baby and it was kicking…

”It, doesn’t.” He said, still horrendously confused. Both hands pressed against her womb, as if through touch he might figure out exactly how she was making him believe this. He kept exploring, finding the little nuances through the fabric that told him this was in fact, real. Questions stacked unimpeded in his mind, and with no chance of sorting them out alone, he just enjoyed it for the moment. The baby within was moving, and the look on his face reshaped into that same magical expression he had for every one of her pregnancies.

”How?” Carter asked, and without waiting for her to answer, his fingers clawed at her dress. Inch by inch, the fabric rose, till her fertile dome of flesh was exposed before him. A spike of warmth within him formed as memories of the last time he saw his wife like this entered his thoughts. “Stace?” His eyes rose to meet hers, an effort he hadn’t expected to be so difficult. “Baby what is this?”

Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks tinged pink as her husband clawed the dress up to reveal the full expanse of her stretched and full womb. 

“Surprise.” She said simply, leaving it hanging in the air. It didn’t answer any of his burning questions, but they would get to that. For now she just relished the feel of Carter’s large hands of her bare skin, it was stretched and sensitive, exactly as it had been for every one of their pregnancies. 

“I… I wanted to do something special for us, for our first evening alone in well… years.” She needed to say more, to explain, he didn’t even know this technology existed let alone the fact anyone with a computer could order the device for recreational use. But it was too complicated, too many words to bring him up to speed when all she wanted to know was— 

“Do you like it?” 

Carter didn’t answer at first. The father of four knelt before his wife, gently rubbing either side of her belly. The man was still awestruck, Stacey was pregnant, and yet, not pregnant. Every synapse in his mind fired simultaneously, trying desperately to come up with what to say. All he knew, or at least all his mind told him, was that that ‘baby’ in there was his, almost like whatever she’d done had triggered his protective and fatherly nature. Before either of them knew it, Carter leant in, placing a kiss on her swollen middle. The ‘child’ within kicked, and he grinned, the curl of his lips making his whiskers prickle along the newly sensitive skin.

“I don’t like it.” He said, though his eyes remained joyous. “I fuckin love it.” Carter rose, hands never leaving. In his mind he couldn’t stop thinking how this was exactly how he’d acted with all her previous pregnancies. Hands had to be on her. “This is incredible…”

Habitually, Stacey looped her arms around her husband’s neck, her body pressed against him as much as her new swollen belly would allow. “Hmmm… I’m glad you love it.” She purred, kissing him softly. Their lips parted, tongues entwined and danced together in a passionate, well-practiced routine. 

“And the best part….” Stacey said, her breathing already heavier between the heated kisses. “…is that we can do this again and again….” She hummed “…so many settings to try… to play with….” Her teeth grazed his bottom lip while her fingers got lost in the salt and pepper locks of his hair. 

Carter’s hands were all over her body, massaging and squeezing every inch, and then, all of a sudden he gripped her widened hips and lifted her up in the air. Stacey’s legs wrapped around his hips instinctively and she squealed in surprise. He popped her down on the top of the kitchen counter, standing between her spread legs. His eyes were dark and hungry and laser focused on the gravid bump prominent between them. Her dress had fallen over her bare skin but he soon pushed it up, as if he needed to see her exposed and stretched belly in order to fully comprehend what was happening. 

“It’s called The Pregnancy Pill; a full simulated pregnancy controlled entirely via an app on my phone.” Stacey began to explain while Carter’s fingers roamed across her sensitive skin. 

Carter listened, but all the information she gave was quickly shunned into the back of his mind. The surface was so taut, and he couldn’t help himself as he reacquainted himself with every square inch of her skin. Radiating beauty like she always did, despite it being an artificial pregnancy. Carter lent in, eyes fixating on the little ripples courtesy of the ‘baby’ within.

“So, it’s fake, but it’s real?” He asked her, feeling his body growing warm thanks to his sometimes distracting attraction to his wife. A hindrance in public to be sure, but one the couple always was able to rectify like first time lovers. In the privacy of their home? Carter made no attempt to conceal his lustful looks towards Stacey. “What did you set this one to?” The question came with a gentle pat on her stomach.

She giggled, from the look in his eyes she was hopeful about all the fun they would have with this little device. 

“Just the one baby. A nine-pounder. And I can feel every ounce already in my hips.” Her words were breathless, both from the advanced pregnancy but also the arousal she felt coiling in her stomach. She shifted slightly on the counter, leaning back a fraction to feel the full depths of the large full term baby that was now curled up in her pelvis. 

“I only selected the pregnancy settings, to make sure you came home to find me like this. My date night surprise. But I left the birth options for you…” An arched eyebrow, the pout of her lips, gave her husband all the confirmation he needed for her playfulness this evening. 

“Oh is that so?” He asked, stepping closer. He felt her stomach pressing against his, a sensation he only now realized he’d missed so much. “Well, maybe we can wait to put those settings in…” Carter slid a hand around, finding the base of Stacey’s back. He leaned closer, planting another kiss. “I think this date night is going to be one to remember.” He whispered. Carter's eyes darted to the oven, the timer on it read just over ten minutes. Plenty of time for a little fun before dinner. “So, darling.” He began, his words a purr. “Did the pill cause your hormones to spike too?” As he asked the question, his grip on her lower back faltered, leaving only fingertips. His other hand however, had migrated, his knuckles brushing against her inner thighs.

Stacey shuddered. His hand was barely above her knee but the skin of her inner thigh was alive with sensitivity. “I dunno if it’s The Pill or… just the fact it’s been so long since we’ve had a night to ourselves.” Her breathing was heavy, which had nothing to do with the baby in her belly. “Oh Carter.” 

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him close, her lips desperately colliding with his. Even with their advanced years, Carter still looked so handsome with a touch of ruggedness about him. The stubble on his strong jaw, the grey flecks in his brown hair, his large hands on her bare skin. The cologne he’d put on before work had faded and mixed with an intoxicating scent that was earthy and sexy and just him. Stacey moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing around his with a passion she’d not felt in decades. 

His hand on her lower back pressed up, arching her spine towards him and squishing the heavy orb of her belly between their bodies. They both made a gravelled sound of pleasure, the huge swollen pregnant belly igniting their new desires, discovered following the birth of their fourth child. She wanted him, she wanted to feel him against her when she was gravid and bursting with life. They’d of course been intimate throughout all their real pregnancies but with the other symptoms of carrying a child - the exhaustion, nausea, aches and pains - they never went truly wild. But now, well now she had only been pregnant about an hour. Her body felt heavy and swollen but in the best way - no aches or pains or tiredness. It was perfect. 

His other hand travelled up her thigh, dancing dangerously close to the lace trim of her underwear. She grinned devilishly against his lips. “Careful now, you wouldn’t want to send me into labour would you?” Stacey whispered. As much as she wanted her husband right here and now, she didn’t want to peak too soon. Plus she couldn’t deny the call of the app and all the birth settings they’d yet to discover. 

Her words made his hair stand up on end, a shuddering breath escaping him. “I don’t know if you want me to answer that question honey…” 

Carter's fingers found her underwear, lifting them just enough to allow him to slip beneath. He tugged them, just enough to make sure Stacey knew what he was doing. His own pants grew uncomfortable as his body reacted to hers. The sight of his wife shuddering as his knuckles brushed against her lips made a devious smile appear on his face, a smile Stacey had not seen since that drive thru twenty two months ago.

“But…” He began, letting his fingers extend beneath the hidden fabric of her panties. “I could answer it.” Gingerly, his middle finger found her quivering opening, and with next to no pressure, slid up its center. “But I won’t answer with words my love.”

Stacey’s thighs twitched, her breath hitching, as her husband lightly traced the flesh beneath her underwear. “Oooohh… whoa…. C-Carter…” she moaned. Instinctively her legs drew together like magnets, trapping his hand between her thighs. 

“Y-you know you c-can’t— oooooha— trigger labour this way.” She tried to speak, to tell him their usual methods to bring on contractions wouldn’t work for this simulated pregnancy. Only the app could control what happens. 

Moving around and around, the pads of Carter’s fingers caressed her sensitive skin, pulling focus from the words she was trying to say. “W-we need— to select— the b-b-birth options darling—” But Stacey’s words cut off when her husband slipped two fingers inside of her and she nearly choked on the moan that rattled up her throat. 

He pressed his lips against hers, as he did, he curled his fingers into a hook shape. Carter knew just how to work her when they were in the mood, and the desires being felt in the kitchen were feral. The need to have his wife at that moment overcame everything. Her belly made it difficult, but Carter adjusted, bringing the hand that was on her back around to her womb. The two fingers nestled within her kept their work going, even as he subconsciously rose to his toes, a motion that, if they were both dressed for the occasion, would have embedded his ever hardening erection into her.

“Stace…” He groaned, moving from her lips to her jawline and down to her neck. “How’s it feel?” As he asked, he curled his fingers again, the motion becoming repetitive.

Her body rocked on the counter, circling back and forth in time with his movements, his index and middle finger hitting the perfect spot. “Oh— a-amazing…” she hummed, biting her bottom lip. 

The delicious pressure and weight in her womb was matched perfectly against her husband’s expert moves. He knew exactly what she liked, how to hold her, where to kiss her. Soon any thoughts of conversation were lost to the steady pulsing of pleasure building between her thighs. While Carter’s fingers worked their magic, his lips peppered her neck and chest with feverish kisses. He took extra time on the spot just below her jawline and earlobe, prompting an involuntary squeeze of her thighs around his hand. 

The things he wanted to do to her on the counter… it would absolutely test the construction. Carter's attention became far more involved as their passion flared. Stacey’s squeezing thighs only inflamed his needs. Before he knew it, her hands were on him, lifting his shirt to touch his chest, manicured nails glide across his skin as she pulled him a bit closer. The jostling of his belt made an audible groan escape his throat. Stacey had managed to reach down, an impressive feat of flexibility considering her gravid size.

It wasn’t long before he felt freedom, his jeans no longer containing his desires. Carter's fingers retracted, and the delicious whimper Stacey made caused a spasm as his body reacted. There was a pause as the couple stared into each other's eyes, this moment of intimacy the beginning of a new chapter in their life. Keeping her gaze locked with his, Carter guided himself in, enjoying the delicious flutter her eyelids made as her body accepted his.

Stacey had forgotten just how eye-rollingly good pregnant sex was, especially heavily pregnant sex with a baby so low and heavy in her womb. The air left her lungs as Carter slowly sunk inside, the fullness, oh the fullness. It was almost overwhelming but in the best way. “Oh god!” She gasped, her nails clawing beneath his shirt to both bring him closer and keep her steady. 

“Breathe” he whispered in her ear, foreshadowing words he would no doubt be saying to her in labour. 

It took a few moments, a few deep breaths, for Stacey to settle and adjust to the intense pressures, to the fullness in her lower half. She was right on the edge of the counter now, her legs high and hooked around Carter’s hips, while her arms moved from his chest to drape over his shoulders and hang down his back. The swollen orb of life was squashed between them, only adding to their arousal. Carter began to move, slowly but with purpose, a gentle rhythm as his hips moved back and forth, back and forth. Each thrust seemed to hit deeper and deeper, each prompting low moans from Stacey, husky in his ear while she clung to him and kissed his neck. 

The moment was electric, his hands holding her, their bodies pressed with such intimate closeness that he could feel every tremor. Stacey’s stomach shifted against his abdomen, and he had to consciously tell himself that it wasn’t a real baby in there, just a simulation. That didn’t stop his rising affection for her body though. Carters hand shot behind his wife. Palm down, he swiped it across the countertop, pushing away the ingredients she’d set aside for dinner. A ladle hit the ground with a thunk, but that was a non-issue.

His thrusts became more inspired, each one scooting Stacey back just a bit on the granite topped island. Knowing the counter was clear, he let his hand come back to her stomach. Unbeknownst to him, he’d found some discarded flour which now covered his palm, a white handprint on the side of her womb was the only evidence. One they wouldn’t notice till their moment of passion was at an end.

As Carter’s movements got more passionate, Stacey found her head tipping back, panting heavily towards the ceiling. Her dress was still bunched up between her enlarged chest and swollen bump, each thrust jossling her body making her breasts bounce. The feel of his hand was possessive on her belly, a shiver running up her spine, she loved how dominant and protective he got whenever she was pregnant.  

“Ohhhh… I’m… getting close….” She whined, feeling her muscles coiling, tense and pulsing on the edge of release. “T-tell me… how much you love me like this… t-tell me how you want to see me g-give b-birth…” 

“On your hands, nngh, and knees.” He groaned, his mind drawing a vivid image of how Stacey would deliver this pill baby. His climax was growing near, that warm sensation in his pelvis told him as much. “Wherever in the house you want…” Or wherever you can manage to waddle. Carter thought to himself. Watching her chest rise and fall to match his pace, he knew just how to get Stacey to fall from the cliff of her rising desire. He let go of her belly, sliding along her skin till he found her breast again. “All I know.” He said, his trembling voice unable to hide the fact that he was close. “Is I want you to push for me…”

The second his voice, gravelled and strained in her ear, mentioned ‘pushing’ it was game over for Stacey. With his fingers beneath her sun dress, squeezing her nipples while he thrust deep and uttered his own fantasy aloud, she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasp Stacey hurtled straight over the edge of pleasure, her inner walls clamped down tight around her husband. The orgasm rippled through every cell of her body, back arching and belly jutting against his, all the while her fluttering womanhood squeezed around his girth. She couldn’t help the high pitched moan of pleasure, calling out his name followed by a few expletives, riding the wave of the best high she’d felt in years. 

Carter wasn’t able to hold back, Stacey’s body pulled his release out of him like a siphon. With how busy they’d been after the birth of their fourth child, nothing had been this passionate. Always they were tired, always occupied, but this date night permitted a primal exertion of their mutual sexual frustrations. His chest and stomach tightened as his body pulsed, spilling the seed that gave them both four perfect kids. Even now, he smiled at the thought of this ‘baby’ in her womb being another for the group. They remained there, panting, recovering from their sexual highs.

“Well.” He said, his voice hoarse. “That was, something.” Bloodflow began to return to its normal circulation as he reached up to cup Stacey’s cheek. “I will never not find you sexy baby.” Carter grinned, then helped her to rise up to a seated position. As he pulled out of her, her panties slipped back to their original position between her thighs, already darkening as remnants of their arousal leaked out. “Do we need to worry about that?” He asked her, tucking himself back into his own pants before helping her down off the counter. The way her hands instantly shot to her lower back brought the endearment back out instantly, and his palm joined hers to apply pressure.

“Hmmm? Oh, I’ll clean the surfaces later, don't worry.” Stacey mused with a smile, knowing their night was only beginning. 

Now standing, the familiar weight of the baby dropped back into the bowl of her hips, pulling at her spine. Their love making had been passionate and thrilling, but her age and “pregnancy” made for a slower recovery. Her breathing was still a little heavy as her husband massaged the base of her spine. “Thanks darling, I’ve only been pregnant an hour and can already feel it in my hips and back. Baby is definitely a big one.” 

Their post coital quietness was rudely interrupted by the dinging of the timer on the oven. “Oh… that’s dinner ready then. Assume you're hungry after all that exercise?” She said coyly. 

“I am, and I can only imagine how hungry you are.” Carter grinned at her, then leant in to kiss her forehead. “Now, go sit down. You worked hard on dinner, I will serve.” He helped her to the table, pulling out a chair before retreating to the oven. All of it was ready, and Carter quickly made plates for them both. When he returned to sit beside her, he admired her body’s curves yet again. He knew her eyes were on him the entire time he worked in the kitchen, just as he stole glances at her. 

“Bob appetite baby.” He said. “Don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you.” 

“Did you just say ‘bob appetite’? It’s bon appetit darling.” Stacey couldn’t help laughing at her husband’s faux par. “I was thinking the same thing actually. The father of my children, still devilishly handsome, who enjoys pregnancy as much as me. It’s probably why we have four kids already, though perhaps we didn’t fully understand why until Caleb’s birth.” She ran a delicate hand over the full curve of her bump affectionately, clearly enjoying its weight sitting over her thighs.  

From his pocket, Carter pulled out Stacey’s phone. He’d seen it open on the counter, the app already loaded. Just out of her reach he scrolled, finding all the options. The lump in his throat threatened to come all the way out. There was no way they’d only do this once, so he wasn’t trapped on options.

As she began to eat her dinner, the brisket practically melting in her mouth, she saw Carter on his phone. Wait, no that was her phone. His grin told her immediately what he was looking at. 

“So…. What do you think? The app is amazing isn’t it. All the different settings.” She was ravenous, speaking slightly with a mouth full of food, eager to eat but also eager to talk about what would be happening next on their date night. “I haven’t looked at any of the birth options yet though, I got a bit too sidetracked picking the pregnancy ones.” 

That wasn’t entirely true. Stacey had taken a little peak at the labour and birth settings. From baby’s positioning, to events to trigger labour or water breaking, all the way to the length, intensity and sensations of the contractions - a painful to pleasurable scale. She didn’t need to spend long on the app to know how perfect it would be for them. After a quick glance she did swipe out of the settings, excited over the idea of Carter controlling the birth entirely, to not know what exactly would be happening added another thrilling layer to this whole experience. 

“Found anything that takes your fancy?” Stacey asked, shovelling another forkful of dinner into her mouth. The tone so casual she could have simply been asking what he wanted to watch on the tv that evening. 

“A few things.” He said, setting the phone down for a moment to combine his meat and potatoes onto a single fork spear. “I can’t believe they thought of all these. Baby they even have intensity slides for the ‘urge’ to push. Not the pushing itself, the urge.” While he wasn’t exactly the most tech savvy man, he did at least have a working understanding of phones. He tapped a few different options, scrolling idly as he experimented. Nothing was set in stone, and from what he could tell they could reset or even end the pregnancy at any moment should they decide to. 

“Oooo, baby head size? Length, weight, hell there’s a twins option?” Carter smiled deviously at his wife. “We can save that one for later.” After another few bites, he went back to the labor options. The amniotic sac had numerous options for it, thickness, capacity, even how durable it was. Carter subtly, as if he were just scrolling down a shopping app, slid the capacity to add twenty percent. At first it seemed like nothing happened, but then he felt the table get nudged, and saw Stacey’s bump which had been less than an inch away from the edge was now pressed firmly into it. “I think we are going to get into trouble with this app.” He said with a laugh. “There’s no way we will be productive adults when alone if we have access to this.”

“Ooof… I felt that. What did you do?” Stacey grinned, she readjusted her position on the chair so her belly wasn’t quite as pressed against the table’s edge anymore. 

“Ohhh nothing. Just wanted to give you more reason to waddle.” He winked at her, and continued to eat.

After Carter confessed to his impulsive fingers, Stacey could feel the excitement and thrill bubbling in her belly that had nothing to do with the ‘baby’ in there. Suddenly she couldn’t wait for things to get going, to have her husband quite literally throw her into labour. “You’re loving this already aren’t you?” She teased, her legs parting just a fraction beneath the table to accommodate the slight increase in her bump size from the additional amniotic fluid. 

Throughout their dinner Carter continued to scroll and investigate the app’s full potential. Sometimes he would tell her what he’d found, other times he just gave her a lustful evil smirk. The look in his eyes alone was enough to make her thighs clench with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, both sets of knives and forks were placed together atop the empty plates. 

Carter rose from the table, grabbing his and Stacey’s plates. They’d deal with all those later, or at least once things kicked off and even mundane tasks became highly entertaining. While in the kitchen, he pulled out her phone again, the button to trigger labor was so, so tempting, but the buildup? He couldn’t think of anything sweeter than his memories with Stacey as they waited for progress. Humming lightly, he let the app start some contractions, Braxton Hicks, strong, but nowhere near their peak ability. It was only a few second delay before he heard the humming Stacey made in response, and he felt that lust grow yet again. 

“Feeling something honey?” He asked without looking, his tone indicative of his hand in her newfound situation. “Something like… little bits of pressure? Maybe the head nestling lower.” 

“Ooooh….mmmmh….” Stacey sat back in her chair, both hands either side of her swollen belly that was suddenly very tight. She hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t noticed Carter taking the phone with him from the table. She was idly enjoying her simulated pregnancy and sipping her drink when her muscles began to clamp and squeeze. 

“Hooooo… okay…. This feels… realer than I expected. Not too strong but… they're definitely something. My belly is so tight now.” Stacey shifted on her seat, her legs wide on the chair as she rocked and held her bump, feeling and noticing every little change. “Baby does feel lower now… did you… did you start labour already?” 

She wouldn’t be annoyed if he had, she was just expecting a little warning perhaps. Not that she had any warning for any of her real pregnancies, but at least there had been subtle signs. This felt a bit abrupt. But she couldn’t say that was a bad thing. 

“Kinda.” He turned around, leaning on the counter for a moment as he watched his wife hold her belly. “Just some practice. It’s been almost two years hon.” He pushed off, coming to her side. Carter placed the phone, screen up, in front of her. As he leaned in, he whispered to her. “But maybe we don’t need practice. Just… jump right in.” He tapped the contraction button, the real contraction button.

Stacey sucked in a breath, mouth falling open as the contraction gripped her. Carter had no idea how strong it actually was, but the way one hand white knuckled the table, and the other shot to her stomach, he imagined it was strong. Her fingers enclosed on her dress, scrunching it up in her palm. It was, quite something. 

“Does that feel like old times?” He asked, planting a kiss on her head. “Baby wanting out and telling you as much?” The timer on the contraction was coming to a close, and even though he could extend it, that wasn’t what he wanted… yet. His palm found her rock hard womb, and rubbed wide circles. “Only ten more seconds love.”

“Mmmmmgh…. Hoooooo…” Stacey’s eyes had closed, already having to focus through the contraction, even though it was only the first one. There had barely been any sort of warning between Carter’s fingers pressing that button and the abrupt tightening of her belly. No light tensing, the echo of a contraction on the horizon like with a real pregnancy. No this almost jumped straight into the wave, as if she was already hours into labour. Her belly was a ball of iron beneath her dress, firm and tense, muscles squeezing inward and down. It was painful, but with Carter’s voice caressing her ears and his large hand possessive over her contracting womb, it was painful in the best way. 

Stacey released a hummed moan as it peaked and ebbed away. Slowly opening her eyes to find Carter’s face oh so close to her own. “You… you’re gonna be insatiable with this…” she breathed heavily, recovering slowly. “That was damn strong for a first contraction. I have half a mind to take that phone off you.” 

Stacey playfully tried to take her own phone back but Carter was too quick. Her swollen belly impeded her reach and it was gone before her fingers could swipe hold of it. 

The quickly disappearing phone was followed up by a passionate planting of his lips on hers. Eyes gleaming with love and intent, Carter knelt before her, already knowing just how soon the next contraction would come. Handy that, being able to set progress and timing. Stacey of course wouldn’t know till it came, or till his eyes no doubt glinted with anticipation. He put his hands on her, her womb returned to its softer, round shape. 

“I guess we need to decide what should happen tonight.” He said, as if she wasn’t actively having a ‘baby’. “Are we watching a movie?” Carter patted her bump again, he just couldn’t help himself. “Are we… going to the bedroom?” His fingers formed into a little claw, tips making circles as he rubbed. “Do we need to have a look at all your old maternity clothes?” So many thing, there were so many things he wanted to do with her, to her. His mind raced, and he just couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next with her.

“First things first…. Help me up?” Stacey asked with a resigned giggle, knowing from experience she would struggle to stand unaided. “They’re too low already, think I want to move around a little.” 

It was strange how easily they fell into routine; the way she moved, the way his hands never left her body, both Stacey and Carter slipping back into the familiar rhythm of pregnancy. They’d done this four times already so it was an easy shift. Carter hooked an arm around her waist, helping her to her feet. She had to pause once standing, the distinct movement within, of the baby dropping into her pelvis, caught her breath just a fraction. 

“Ooof…. This feels familiar…” she muttered, one hand on the table while the other rubbed the side of her belly. At Carter’s raised eyebrow she further clarified. “Baby’s dropped, that contraction must have moved them down, I can feel that steady weight right…. Yup, definitely between my hips now.”  Stacey could help but purr the last few words, knowing how much Carter would appreciate the information. 

“Mm, must be a sign that things are gonna go quick.” He knew that they wouldn’t be, no way on Gods green earth was he going to have Stacey be rushed through both of their favorite part.

Even though it was date night, the mum-of-four couldn’t entirely switch off and the thought of the messy kitchen creeped into her mind. “Can I just tidy the kitchen first? I don’t want to have to do it later, plus I kinda want to be standing for a little bit at the moment.” She said honestly, a subtle circling of her hips as she got used to the ‘baby’s’ new low position. 

“I suppose…” He said in mock disappointment. He too was going to be driven nuts if the kitchen was left a mess. Being proactive was important with kids, they’d learned the hard way with their first born, what gets put off till tomorrow gets stacked up with all of the other things they’d said they would do later. Thankfully Stacey’s mom had come and helped them to get their house back in order.

Carter helped her into the kitchen, hand never leaving the base of her spine. He’d gotten too used to her gait returning to normal, a situation rectified after her waddling led to their hips bumping into one another. It made him love her even more, getting to see all these little nuances again, her mannerisms that gradually increased in commodity through pregnancies. Before he let her do anything, he made her face him, and stared into her eyes yet again. He never was going to tire of doing that.

“You wash and I put away?” He asked. “I seem to remember this…” He rubbed her belly. “Always got in the way when you tried to put dishes in the cabinets.”

Stacey laughed, the action making both her bump and breasts jostle as she giggled. “Yes, the amount of times you man-handled me away from the cabinets because you thought I was going to - what was it, oh yes - going to squash them.” 

Stacey was still fiercely independent, even when pregnant, and often (perhaps due to sheer stubbornness) she refused to allow her condition to affect her day to day activities. Carter however seemed to get fiercely protective, not overbearing but cautious and fussing. His whole world was his wife and children so Stacey understood, albeit had the potential to get annoyed. 

“Fine, I’ll do the washing up and you can put everything away.” She rose on her tip toes, planting a kiss on the side of his face before twisting towards the sink. While she filled the basin with hot water Stacey felt Carter’s hands glide across her body, squeezing her hips before moving around to cradle the weight of her belly. His stubble grazed the back of her neck and shoulders, peppering kisses while he enjoyed feeling the weight of her womb. 

“Mmm… Stop trying to distract me Carter— oh shit-!” Stacey gasped, her belly abruptly and harshly turning to stone once again. The second real contraction stole her breath away and she gripped the sink with a low moaning sound. 

Even without the ability to see her stomach from his position, his hands felt it all. The weight he’d been holding was suddenly lessened as his wife’s body ticked another contraction off of the number before the baby would come. He quickly made sure she was supported, caressing her stomach with his hands as her hips swayed side to side against him. The rapidity of it was intoxicating, as was Stacey’s reaction to it. Carter found himself swaying with her, humming into her ear as kisses peppered her exposed skin. Nothing was said, until he felt her womb lower back into his palms, and her tensed body relaxed.

“Good girl.” He purred. “That was a rough one, is the level ok?” As much pleasure as he found in it, a nugget of concern remained. He didn’t want her to feel more than she wanted to.

“Mmmm… yeah… it’s okay….” She hummed a quiet response through the tail end of the contraction, her hips still swaying with Carter's, side to side. “I don’t mind their strength, it’s kinda fun, adds to the drama. They just come on much quicker than real contractions. Like I don’t have much time to brace for it.” 

They were both discovering this pregnancy pill and its technology together. It was a proper simulated pregnancy, which so far was true, but there were bound to be slight differences to the real thing. For Stacey, during her previous labours, her body could feel when the next contraction was coming. Perhaps a sense or instinct, or perhaps they just ramped up with a bit more of a wave. But these, these crashed through her womb like a thunderclap, sudden and abrupt. It wasn’t bad, just different. 

“You might need to be a little more hands on with these labours darling, than I usually allow.” Stacey said with a smirk. “If they continue like this with no warning, well, I won’t want to let you go in case one creeps up on us.” 

“I won’t go anywhere honey.” Carter told her. “I haven’t missed a birth yet, and I won’t be missing any.” He rubbed her back, then looked her up and down assessing. “You sure you’re ok to do the dishes and clean? I can do them while you lean on the counter.” He knew better than to tell her to sit down, but maybe he could secure a little comfort for her by making her not need to lean and bend. A thought occurred, he could make it so she wasn’t able to do the dishes. Too many contractions too fast. Perhaps a little encouragement from the app was needed.

Carter removed her phone from his pocket, and placed it on the counter, screen unlocked and visible for her to see. He didn’t see a way to alter the contractions buildup, perhaps that was a more advanced setting that in their eagerness, the couple had overlooked. No matter, there will be plenty of time to experiment. 

“Carter…What are you doing…?” Stacey’s eyes narrowed at the phone, glaring brightly beside the sink, her hands still resting on the counter’s edge. With joyous slow torment, Carter’s finger hovered over the screen. Then he kissed her, first her neck, then cheek, and in a moment of distraction she turned her head to the side and his lips landed on hers. She moaned pleasurably into his mouth and while her eyes closed… Carter tapped the screen. 

The reaction of her body was instant; the scrunch of her eyes, the sharp inhale through her nose, her knuckles white gripping the sink while her hips twitched back against him. The contraction raged through her body like a storm, tight and unyielding and focused. With her muscles contracting she broke the kiss with a humming moan, bending forward into the twisting cramp, her ass pressing against his hips. 

“Oooooohhhh…. Oh not f-fair…. Y-you barely g-gave me any t-time between those….” Stacey panted, instinctively shifting her weight side to side through her hips, her ass swaying against him while she rode out the contraction. 

“I know.” His voice betrayed the devious smile playing on his lips. Carter let himself lean into her a bit, the pressure of their bodies pressing against one another yet again in such a short time left his chest fluttering. “But if I give you too much of a break Stace, you’ll forget how it feels.” And I can’t help that you’re so damn sexy like this. He left unsaid. “Cmon, you know the motions to ride it out.”

Carter gripped her hips, making her shifting weight far more exaggerated and sensual than was necessary. But, he knew Stacey in her state would still recognize his enjoyment. He pressed with his thumbs, hard, digging into the muscles of her lower back as his hips pressed against her rear. Unable to actually see her belly from this position, Carter was left to figure out when it ended based purely off of her breathing. Her shoulders had curved in ever so slightly as she braced, and for a moment he could have sworn her knees wanted to bend as well. Too soon for that love. The baby is going to take its time. 

“I’ll give you five minutes.” He whispered after he’d seen her shoulders relax. “Five minutes, then we will see if the app is going to be gentle.”

Stacey released a long drawn out breath, lifting her head and straightening up after the contraction.  Turning around with a feigned glare of annoyance, she playfully bumped her hip against his body and stepped away from the sink. 

“For that, you can wash the dishes.” Her lips pulled tight, trying to keep from smirking. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Carter didn’t stop his grin, and recognized Stacey’s attempt to hide hers. He kissed her cheek and gently ushered her out of the way of the sink.

While Carter busied himself with the dishes, Stacey waddled around the kitchen island with her hands pressed into the base of her spine, arching her back and pushing out the full swell of her belly. Already she could feel the effects of the pregnancy in her muscles, the familiar straining and aching of carrying additional weight in the depths of her pelvis. But she adored the feeling, the changes of her body and the shifting of her centre of balance, of feeling just so… gravid. Even though she was in no way in control of this labour, the desire to move around and “help” the baby down was something unconscious and ancient. It didn’t matter that this was a simulated pregnancy or that the baby wasn’t real. Her instincts remained exactly as they had been for each of their four children. 

“Are you gonna warn me when the next one is coming?” She asked, pausing to rub the side of her bump, her eyes drawn to her phone that Carter kept in close reach. 

Carter sat the skillet to the side along with all the other dishes he’d done so far. Absently he shrugged. 

“Maybe. Though if you remember hon, I did say five minutes.” He looked over his shoulder at her, the corner of his lip curling. “Hope you’ve been keeping count, cause otherwise it’s gonna be quite the surprise.” He had been keeping count, and knew that she was about to be hit with another contraction. Thirty, maybe forty seconds at most. “Next one if I remember right… is going to be a bit more intense.” Carter quickly scrubbed a plate, then turned to face his wife as he dried it with the towel. His eyes scanned her up and down, lingering on her stomach as if waiting for it to change in some way. The kitchen was silent save for the steady breathing of Stacey. A calm before the storm, one that was rapidly forming and about to break loose.

The glint in his eyes was intoxicating, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. Stacey kept her position behind the island, needing a barrier between them or she’d lose herself in those deep hues. The not-knowing was exhilarating, even more so because he knew. Carter knew when the contractions would hit, how strong they’d be, what he had chosen for the birth of this ‘baby’. And she loved every second he gazed at her with anticipation. 

The only warning she had was the minute twitch of his lips but it wasn’t enough to steady herself before the contraction took hold. Stacey felt her stomach hardening beneath her dress, the muscles clamping together and pulling the weight inwards towards her spine. She gasped, clutching the bump automatically. 

“Ahhh….ooooooohhhhh Cart—” she couldn’t get her words out, the air trapped in her lungs as her body suffered the intensity of the latest wave. He was right, it was stronger, oh so much stronger. All of the weight inside her womb was pressing down, being squeezed deeper into her hips and forcing her stance to widen. Stacey’s body buckled, curling over the globe of her belly and grabbing the nearest thing in reach to hold on to - the edge of the kitchen island that served as a breakfast bar. Carter was over the other side at the sink, watching with rapped attention as his wife panted and bent forward. 

“Ohhhhhhh… there’s pressure n-now….” Stacey moaned, a deeper sound than normal, evidence of just how low the baby had dropped. Her fingers gripped the surface’s edge while her knees began to dip. The boulder in her hips demanded more space and she could only oblige - lowering into a squat with a husky groan and disappearing out of Carter’s line of sight. 

The unbothered saunter Carter did as he walked around to her side was calculated. His mind raced with what he wanted to try and what scenarios they’d dreamed of to play out. Left without a decision, Carter opted to simply experiment. He knelt by her, brushing her hanging hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. 

“Easy now hon. Pace yourself, you have no idea how long this might take.” He started to rub her back as he spoke. “Labor could be an hour, or, it might last until just before the kids are dropped off tomorrow.” Carter leant in, waiting for Stacey to raise her head. He kissed her, never tiring of the taste of her lips. “Can’t have you getting too exhausted.” That last contraction he was sure brought an urge to push, perhaps not one so intense that she needed to, but enough. Carter took her hands, and rose, letting his eyes linger on how she was forced to keep her feet apart now. The ‘baby’ was deep in her pelvis.

Stacey groaned as she stood, feeling every inch of the simulated pregnancy deep in the bowl of her hips. “Mmmmgh…. low…. feels so low….” Her words were breathy and almost musical in her constant soft humming. 

Carter guided her hands to the counter, only for her to snatch one away to press into her back. Her intoxicating movements and sounds kept distracting him from, well, everything. In his pocket, the phone buzzed. As he pulled it out he saw a notification.

PLEASE SELECT WATER BREAKING PARAMETERS

“Think you can hold on till I finish the dishes?” He asked, all the while pressing the very specific setting he wished to trigger her waters. Orgasm. “I promise I’ll only have one or two more contractions come before I’m done… maybe.”

“Hmmm…sure….I’ll be f-fine….mmmmh….” Stacey hummed, pressing the heel of her palm firmly against the back of her right hip, needing any sort of counter pressure she could find. “Just be quick darling…. Oooohh…. Cos this feels just like it did with Claire…. Just before I hit transition.” 

Keeping one hand on the counter and the other deep into her lower back, Stacey didn’t feel like she could even walk anymore. That last contraction had moved everything so low she daren’t step too far or move too much for fear of the ‘baby’ falling out. She knew it wasn’t possible, not only physically but also because the birth was 100% controlled via the app, but still that fear kept her feet planted on the floor. 

Stacey focused on her breathing, relishing the gradual loss of control of her body. This was really happening, they were actually doing this, the weight and size of her belly attested to that fact. The next contraction came quick, mere minutes after the last, and just when she thought she’d made it through - another contraction started before the previous had even ended. She growled, leaning her elbows on the kitchen island and swinging her hips around the insane pressure between her legs. 

“Ughhhhh…. Ohhhhhhhh—!” Her sounds were low, uncontrollable already. Her head was buried against her folded forearms, panting and moaning as everything dropped lower and lower and lower. The pressure was so real, undeniable and unrelenting, and getting more and more urgent by the minute. It was crazy how quick she had advanced; they were sitting eating dinner not long ago and already she was finding herself trying not to bear down. 

“Nnnghh— ohhhhh Carter—” Stacey whined, rocking her hips back towards the dinner table, her weight fully forward against the kitchen island. “I— ohhhhh—I think I wanna pp— puuuush— mmmmmh….” 

“Oh?” Carter was down to the last few dishes, the app sitting nearby telling him exactly what his wife was feeling. “Pushing is pointless Stace, but if it makes you feel better.” With no ceremony, he wiped his fingers with a towel and tapped the phone screen. On cue, he heard Stacey’s whine. Just for the fun of it, he’d ramped up the contraction, making the ‘baby’ demand progress while actually preventing her from making any. 

When he’d turned to face her, Stacey’s breathing was rapid, her knuckles white as she put a death grip on the countertop. 

“You pushing honey?”

His only answer from her was a low humming groan of primal instinct. Carter kept cleaning, wiping the final dishes before the contraction had ended. At a glance, the app said it would go for another full minute. To offer her a reprieve, Carter ended the contraction, stuffing the phone into his pocket once more.

“Ooooh—fuck—” Stacey eventually uttered, the contraction releasing enough to be able to speak. Her body was flushed, each pore overheating and over sensitive. Slowly lifting her head, breathing heavily, she glanced at her husband. He was still innocently drying the dishes, a false halo practically sitting above his head, but that smirk... She wanted to be mad, but the whole situation was too damn enticing. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to be pushing in the kitchen.” She stated plainly, her breathing still laboured, still recovering. Her hands moved, reluctantly letting go of the kitchen island and dropped down to cradle the weight attached to her hips. She would never get tired of this. 

Carter was putting away the final items, reaching up to the top cabinet easily. Stacey waddled over, staying close to the countertop just in case she needed something to grab hold of. “Is that what you wanted…. to see me start to push right here in our kitchen? Where we make breakfast every morning, have dinner with the children every night, so you’re reminded every day of the sight of your wife in heavy labour?” Her voice dripped with seduction, her fingers dancing up the sides of his waist across his shirt until they reached his arms and shoulders and she wrapped her hands behind his neck. 

“Hmmm.” Carter wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands fall to her bum before eventually resting on her hips. “I won’t lie.” He started. “Having an image in my head of you pushing in every room in our house isn’t a bad thing.” Carter grinned at her, especially as he felt the artificial kicks coming from her stomach. He made a mental note to investigate if they could make the baby more ‘active’. “Pushing in the kitchen, holding back in the pool, moaning while in the shower.” Every square foot of their home being the site of a birth wasn’t unappealing. 

The couple remained in the kitchen a while, Carter using her swaying hips to form an impromptu little dance. The moment made him think about their prom, all those years ago. He recalled Stacey with vivid clarity. Hair up in a braid he to this day couldn’t have figured out how to do, and a beautiful dress. Years had only made Stacey more gorgeous in his eyes. 

“We got a lotta real estate in here Stace.” He said, doing another rotation with her. “So where, oh where, do you think I need to see my perfect wife in heavy labor?” Carter's smirk turned devious. “I have a feeling, that your water might break soon…” He leaned in, kissing her, the heat of her breath making him shudder.

She hummed against his lips, from pleasure but also from the steady heavy weight in her pelvis. “Hmmm…. This house is so big, so many rooms to ‘christen’ with a birth.” She mused as they swayed, her fingers interlaced behind his neck, her body pressed against his as much as the belly would allow. 

Out of their four children, their second and third had been born at home. McKenzie was delivered in their bedroom, while Claire arrived a little unexpectedly in the living room. “Well… the bedroom and living room has already seen me pushing, so perhaps let’s try some different lo—locations—oh!” 

A sharp inhale hissed through her teeth, the next contraction coming on quick. Carter seemed just as surprised, perhaps their dancing and swaying had distracted him from the phone and timing the gaps between. Stacey’s knees immediately softened, her body pulling down while her hands gripped together behind his neck. “Unnnghhh…. Ohhhhhh Carter…..” she moaned against his chest, her knees pointing out as she dipped slightly. The bowling ball in her pelvis was pushing down, making her hips feel like they were being deliciously spread, widening for what was to come. 

“Hoooooo— the pressure— so strong—already—” her staccato breaths punching each word. The urge to push was insatiable, tempting, desperate, but she panted through it. Inhaling her husband’s cologne she pressed her face against his torso, clinging onto him to keep herself from being dragged under with the urges to bear down. 

“It’s different, isn’t it?” He asked. She didn’t answer, whether it was by choice or an inability to do so, he wasn’t sure. “No days of practice contractions, no slow build, just deep, intense cramps.” On cue, he felt even more of Stacey’s weight be placed on his neck. He let her, even allowing his own knees to bend ever so slightly as she tried to find the nonexistent comfortable position. “You’re doing amazing Stacey.” 

When it finally ended, Carter altered his grip on her. He stood by her side, one hand around her waist while the other dug out her phone. 

“C’mon, upsie daisy.” They walked, or in her case, waddled, towards the stairs. Just from the look in his wife’s eyes, Carter could see the regret. These stairs were the bane of her existence throughout all of her pregnancy with Caleb. More than once, he had made a makeshift bed on the couch for them both so that she didn’t have to climb. He was about to ask if the guest bedroom was preferable, but she looked so determined. That alone fueled Carter's next choice. His thumb tapped a series of buttons within the app.

URGE TO PUSH: maximum

DELAY: fifteen seconds

“What are you doing there?” Stacey questioned.

He shook off Stacey’s quizzical expression as well as the question. “Nothing. Let’s get you upstairs baby.”

Stacey gripped onto the handrails either side, looking up the Mount Olympus sized stair case, and groaned. “Stay close please, these stairs, I’m getting flashbacks.” She said over her shoulder, preparing for the journey. 

The Pill was realistic that was for sure; each step up felt arduous and impossible, exactly how she’d felt during those last weeks of her fourth pregnancy.  Each time she lifted a leg she could feel the baby sink into the bowl of her pelvis. It was technically her own doing, Stacey had chosen this ‘baby’s’ size and weight. In truth, she had glorified the heaviness and weight of pregnancy in her desire to re enact, forgetting just how difficult some tasks really were. Like stairs. 

One, two, three, four steps. Carter was close behind, his hands secure and reassuring on her hips. Then it happened. The strongest contraction yet. Stacey didn’t even make a sound, so surprised by the abrupt clamping of her womb. Her muscles were an iron band around her middle squeezing tighter and tighter. Automatically she curled forward, towards the pain, and her hands slipped off the handrails and slapped onto the carpeted steps above. 

“Ohhhhh fuck-!” She growled, lowering to her knees and spreading them wide across the stairs while her fingers clawed at the fibres on the higher step. 

Any semblance of control was completely lost in this moment as the contraction squeezed everything down! There was no riding it out or panting through, the demand of her body was crystal clear - she had to push and she had to push now! Carter’s hands were holding her hips as she gave a deep and primal push, sinking back ever so slightly towards his face, instinct taking over. The pressure was dizzying, unstoppable, and she moaned with a little hint of joy at each involuntary surge of her body. She was pushing, half-way up the stairs, it was ridiculous but fucking amazing. 

“Good girl.” He cooed. Carter allowed his hands to linger on her hips, giving her soothing pressure against the intense downward need of the ‘baby’. “That’s it, Stace, give in.” The view was stellar, one that no matter how many years they were together, he wouldn’t tire of. Carter climbed a step, gaining just enough height to allow his lips to plant a kiss at the base of her spine. The image of his wife pushing was far more arousing than he recalled, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching around, taking hold of her gravid body in his palms. 

“This dress is too loose on you.” He said matter of factly. “How can we tell how much progress you’re making when there’s so much fabric in the way?” 

She couldn’t answer, the contraction was still at its peak, and wouldn’t fall for at least another minute. With a grin, he started to lift her dress. Stacey remained mostly covered, but his fingers found her bare flesh. Knuckles brushed against her inner thigh as he kept whispering sweet nothings, all the while her thighs quivered from the combination of his touch and the laborious task of pushing. The phone in his pocket buzzed, and he knew the contraction just hit its most intense point. With that in mind, he let his hand creep higher.

“Can you describe it?” 

Stacey opened her mouth to speak but only a lowing grunt escaped. It was as essential as breathing - the act of pushing - completely and utterly unstoppable. She marvelled at its strength, at her loss of control, the way her limbs and muscles worked in sync without any instruction from her mind. 

In the tiny gaps between pushes, she inhaled, gasping, and managed to say “…pressure...low… nnnghhh…full…” Attempting to find the words to explain to her husband what exactly she was feeling. 

Carter’s hands were soft and delicate between her trembling thighs, but it was too gentle against the raging storm of the contraction and the pressure moving through her body. “Push….” She gasped a request, but Carter misunderstood. 

“Yes darling, you are pushing, pushing so beautifully for me.” He purred over her shoulder. 

“No— ughhhhh— push against me—p-please— h-hold me—nnnnnnghhh!!!!! Can’t stop—” Stacey panted, rocking her hips forward and back with each surging push. She was desperate for counter pressure, for stability, kneeling wide and fragile half way up the stairs. She needed something sturdy against her body while she fruitlessly pushed. 

Carter rose, adjusting his position so that Stacey’s body would press against him whenever she leaned back. It wasn’t much, but he knew the exact pressure she was describing. He waited a moment, letting her rock forward and back twice before shifting his weight to meet her. Stacey backed into him, a gasp escaping her. The sound made it seem like she was surprised by the sudden intervention, even though she’d been asking him for it. Carter knew better, it was a sudden exhale of relief as her body finally had the much needed counter to her primal need.

“Only a little longer now.” He told her, leaning even harder against her hips. “Contractions coming to a close, unless I make it longer… of course.” Carter couldn’t help it, in all their fantasies they’d spoken of after Caleb was born, the idea of roleplay was at the forefront. Some darker and more taboo, while others were simply just fun. “Would you like that?” He asked her, running his fingertips across her back as a makeshift massage. “Need that pressure to last all night long?”

“Ohhhhhhh…. Yes…. No…. Dunno…. Oh god-!” Stacey breathed heavily, each word in sync with the gentle rocking motion and uncontrollable pushes. 

The feel of Carter’s body against her, providing blissful counterpressure in the depths of her spine and hips, was the only thing Stacey could cling to through the peak of this contraction. Keeping her from spiralling into a pointless round of guttural pushes. The pressure in her pelvis stayed strong and exactly in the same spot - no moving down, no peaks and troughs, not an inch of progress made even with her involuntary pushing. 

Mercifully the contraction began to ebb away. The contraction Carter had chosen, specifically selected, had added the overwhelming urge to push. She knew this from the smile in his voice, the way he purred over her shoulder, and the feeling of his arousal pressing against her back. 

“E-enjoyed that, did y-you-?” Stacey asked as she tried to recover, still kneeling half way up the stairs. 

“Almost as much as you did Stace…” Carter answered. “Don’t even try to deny how much you loved that.”

“As fun… oooooh… as that was, if the pressure stays like that all night, no breaks, well…. I’m not sure I’m moving from this spot til baby comes.” 

Carters fingers lazily played through her hair, lifting it off of her neck to give Stacey a much needed cooling off. He wanted her to cool down, because from here, this night would only get hotter. A single finger traced down her spine, taking a certain level of pleasure at her reaction. His hips felt her press against him, her spine arching ever so slightly. This would be a perfect moment for another contraction. He thought to himself. But, he would be nice. For a few more minutes at least.

“You aren’t staying here.” He said, firmly. Giving birth on the stairs wasn’t going to happen, because these stairs won’t give her what is needed to truly start labor. “Now stand up, and waddle that beautiful body to our bathroom.” Carter lifted her, taking control of the situation. Each step took almost a minute, and he had to resist causing more contractions in the process. Sweet nothings continued to be whispered into her ear as she made progress. 

“That’s my girl. Almost there.”

Stacey couldn’t help the huffing and puffing as they went up the stairs, her hands gripped on the rails even though her husband was holding her hips securely. Eventually they made it to the top and immediately she leaned against the wall, hands cupping beneath her belly, catching her breath back. 

“R-remind me next time…. to better plan for heavy babies… and avoid stairs.” Stacey smiled through her accentuated exhales. She knew the next contraction would be coming soon, whatever break Carter had pre-set the intervals to would surely be coming to an end. Her body felt hot already, sweat dampening the back of her neck, as if she’d been labouring for hours and hours. The thrumming ache in the base of her spine coupled with her overheating reminded her of something she enjoyed with the labour for each of their children. 

“Shower… I think I wanna get under the jets to help make these contractions a little less intense.” She said, pushing off the wall and waddling down the hallway towards their bedroom. The married couple had a large master bedroom complete with an en-suite that had a double occupancy waterfall shower head. And it was calling her name right now. 

While she walked heavily through the house Stacey pulled at her dress. Her skin was too sensitive, too warm, and she was desperate to free her gravid body from the confines of the summer dress. She managed to pull the hem up above her bump but the fabric was tight at her waist and chest and the zip was behind her. She couldn’t reach, not with one hand continually cradling her swollen womb. 

He was one step behind her the whole way. The sight was endearing as much as it was arousing to Carter. Throughout Stacey’s second, third, and fourth pregnancies, Carter kept himself next to or behind her. With their first baby he’d made the mistake of walking away and leaving her behind due to her waddling slowing her pace. She’d forgiven him of course, after he bribed her with ice cream and a foot massage.

The phone found its way into his palm, while his other hand reached out for her. Stacey’s dress was beginning to darken as a sheen of sweat soaked into the fabric. With the zipper pinched between his index and thumb, he leaned in close to her ear.

“A shower sounds perfect baby.” He told her, pulling the zipper down. Without the belly, the dress would have fallen to the floor with ease then and there. Instead, it crumpled, using the top of Stacey’s swell as a makeshift shelf. The image made him smile. “How about you lean on the bed? I’ll get the shower going for you.” Three quick taps of his thumb adjusted the settings for the next contraction.

Urge to Push

90% Intensity

45 second delay

“I’ll get you out of your dress first though.” He said as he confirmed the settings. Carter pulled the fabric up over her head, tossing the dress over into their laundry hamper. The phone went back to his pocket to free up his hands for some attention to her body. Smooth skin against his fingers, he leant to kiss her again. “Don’t have a baby while I’m gone.” He told her with a smirk, and walked away to turn on the shower.

“You’re the one in control here, not me…” Stacey muttered back with a returning grin. 

She planted her hands deep into the mattress, leaning forward to let her belly hang and take the weight off her pelvis. The bump was tight and low, her popped belly button pointing towards the floor as she moved her hips in large pendulous circles. The Pill was immensely realistic, she felt so swollen and feminine and gravid, something she only felt right at the tail end of pregnancy. But now, since their fourth child’s unexpectedly erotic birth, now she could really enjoy it and indulge in the sensations. 

Stacey hummed and rocked. The next contraction was surely on its way if the way Carter had looked at her was anything to go by. She daren’t take her hands off the bed, knowing by now just how quickly they came on. 

Her instincts were proved right not even thirty seconds later - her uterus suddenly clenching in on itself and squeezingdown. “Ugggghhhhh…. Oooooooooh….” She tried to breathe her way through the abrupt shift, the fierce tightening, the increased pressure. Her feet moved wider on the carpet, her back curved as she fully braced against the edge of their large bed. Without her dress she was left in just her knickers, her sensitive bosom hanging towards the floor in tandem with her bump which had risen up with the contracting muscles, warping it into an iron boulder. 

But no amount of panting and moaning was going to keep this contraction at bay. Whatever Carter had done on that damn phone was just as bad as the contraction on the stairs and she couldn’t help but bear down. A naturally low sound emanated from the depths of her chest, knees bending as her body pushed. She gave a long and primal push right into her bottom, nature and instinct guiding every hitch of her breath and squeezing of muscles. But unlike real labour, this push didn’t do anything. It didn’t relieve the pressure, it didn’t satisfy, it wasn’t “productive”. The baby remained right where it was, meaning the heavy boulder in her pelvis stayed in the same deliciously torturous position. 

From the door to the bathroom, Carter gazed at her with poorly hidden lust. The angles were simply all perfect, the dim light peeking though the fabric of the curtains making her appear almost as an art piece. Her back was arched just right, her hips pushed back as if such a motion would ease the pressure. A part of him wanted to mess with the phone again, to make her be like this for hours. But, he refrained. He’d already done far too much to alter the already pre-set labor. All he needed right now was to spectate, and enjoy. 

The contractions peak must’ve come on, because the shadow that fell across the floor towards him altered. Her knees bent, her gravid swell shrinking away from the carpet. That image alone was enough for him to grow aroused. Carter let her suffer alone for just a few moments longer, relishing that what happened next would cause everything to change.

“That’s it.” He purred. It hadn’t taken long to get the shower to temp, already steam was collecting on the glass surfaces closest to the bathroom door. “Sorry baby I couldn’t resist one more surprise contraction, just to set the mood.” Carter had stripped, a sensation his wife no doubt felt when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning over to cradle her womb. Slowly, he helped her to rise, his interlaced fingers taking most of the weight from the baby off of her back.

“Mmmhm… you’re not sorry…” Stacey quipped, breathless from the contraction, but smiling. “You just like watching me trying not to push.” 

They waddled together, the distance from the bed to the bathroom a practical marathon for a woman in the middle of labor. Carter knew how to distract her though. Without the phone he could change no settings, not that he desired to. His desire was for her, and he knew that she was already well aware. They halted at the entrance to the shower, the steam and stone giving it some sort of mystical ambiance. Gingerly, Carter let the weight of the artificial baby rest at its natural position, his hands tracing from bump, to navel, to breasts, and then retreating to her back.

“Hold the wall for a moment love.” He commanded, though his voice remained as endearing as always, simply with seduction added in. Lips pressed to the back of her neck, finding new territory the further down he crouched. As he kissed her body, his thumbs hooked her knickers, pulling them down as well until they fell to the floor. He planted one last kiss to the base of her spine, then rose, fingers trailing along flesh the whole way. “Perfect.” Was all he could say.

Despite the warm temperature in their en-suite, Stacey shivered. Her husband’s feather-like touch on her swollen and sensitive skin prompted a physical shudder of arousal. Her hands gripped the glass doorframe of the shower as she lifted each foot in turn, stepping a little ungainly out from her underwear leaving the small heap of lace and cotton on the tiled floor. 

Stacey pressed on, stepping further into the large stone-tiled shower, knowing Carter would follow. Her wonderful husband would follow her anywhere, to the ends of the earth and back again, and with this rounded belly attached to her hips she knew he wasn’t going to be separated an inch from his beautiful wife. As the hot water fell from the ceiling onto her aching pregnant body, Stacey couldn’t help accentuating the moan of blissful relief - her muscles relaxing under the glorious heat. 

“Ooooh…yes…. Oh that’s nice..” Stacey hummed, swaying a little to get every inch of her body beneath the hot waterfall. Her hands had found their way to her bump, cradling it subconsciously - protectively, but also lifting it as she circled her hips. She was the epitome of motherhood in this moment, heavy and swollen and full of - albeit artificial - life. 

“Yes, it is isn’t it?” Eyes never left her body, mapping out every little detail as if his intimate knowledge of her wasn’t retainable. “It’s perfect.”

Carter stayed right behind her, first enjoying her body but then examining her as he always did when she was pregnant. In the shower he had the habit of watching her, making certain that she was ok. It was her joy that stopped him in his tracks. He didn’t need to worry, because the woman before him was the perfect person for him. He pulled her close, his desire pressing against her lower back as his arms hugged her to his chest.

“I don’t want this night to end.” He admitted, his voice a whisper. “I never want it to.” Hands found her gravid womb, and with delicate precision, he traced her faded stretch marks, the evidence of four separate children giving Stacey the badge they both loved, that of a mother. “Remember how we helped Caleb come along?” As the question came, so too did his fingers reach lower, finding that sweet spot between her thighs. “Think that will help here?” Carter rolled onto his toes, brushing her spine.

“Almost certainly.” She hummed, tilting her head skywards so it rested against her husband’s shoulder. If the placement of his hands weren’t enough of a giveaway, the feel of his arousal pressing against her back certainly gave the game away. Stacey arched her spine, the full sphere of her belly jutting forward while her hips went back, ass pressing against him in return. 

“I think you’ll find this… ohhh… this method wasn’t to help Caleb come along and more to try and stop his ill-timed descent.” 

“That's true.” He said, swaying with her, his hands never leaving her body. “You were so sexy trying to hold back from pushing, and when you pushed into my palm...” Carter kissed her again. “Maybe we can try to hold this one in too? After we make sure they start coming out.”

Stacey continued to sway beneath the rainfall of warm water from above, enjoying the feel of the jets on her swollen body coupled with the supporting embrace of her husband. His one hand stayed wrapped around her hips, lightly pressing between her thighs, while the other free hand roamed across her skin - over her giant bump and then cupping her full heavy breasts. When he pinched her nipple she gasped, shuddering with pleasure but wobbling slightly unsteadily. 

Carter’s hands were quick to respond, holding her close against his body, keeping her steady. “Careful honey, you’re carrying precious cargo.” His hand moved naturally and possessively over her belly, even though it wasn’t a real baby the instincts remained the same for both of them. 

The feel of his touch on her sensitive skin sent waves pulsing through her veins. Stacey’s thighs clenched, trapping his hand between them, craving more friction and more pressure. She sighed, long and lyrical, her head tilted under the water and against Carter’s shoulder. With her neck exposed he began to kiss just below her ear, delicate and slow, the coarse scratching of his stubble against her skin triggering every sensitive nerve in her body. “Ohhhh… Carter….” Stacey moaned, feeling every hard inch of her aroused husband pressing against her cheeks. 

His stubble shifted against her skin as he smiled. Hand trapped between her thighs, he was only encouraged to try harder. His middle and ring finger began to shift, playing with her lips. Carter felt her body shudder against his.

“Stace…”

He retracted his hand from her legs, savoring the whimper of disappointment. He found her hand, gently taking hold of it as he guided her towards the tiled wall of the shower. Kisses continued to pepper her neck and jawline before nibbling on her ear. As soon as both her hands were placed against the wall, his hands found her hips. Thumbs applied pressure to her lower back, a silent encouragement to lean forwards. Water rolled down her back, flowing like a river along the line of her spine all the way down to her ass. Carter took position, guiding himself in with intentional slowness. Her folds accepted him, and Carter was forced to take a sharp inhale as their second intimate entanglement in as many hours began.

The fullness brought a gravelled moan from her throat. Stacey leant forward, pressing her hands against the cool tile as she adjusted to her husband’s size. Thank fuck he had moved slowly, her already sensitive body might have blacked out with a harsh intrusion. But Carter was gentle, delicate, deliberate, but it was with intentional torturous lust behind it. He knew exactly how to make her squirm and shudder, and he knew how amplified the pregnancy would make things. 

Stacey hummed with pleasure as he moved, a slow pull back and gentle trust forward, as if testing the waters. She bent further forward, lowering her belly and spine just a fraction, seeking more of Carter’s appendage. “Hmmmm… d-deeper… ohhh go deeper please darling….” She almost whined. 

With a husky growl and nibble of her neck, Carter’s hands gripped her hips more forcefully before thrusting forward. The sound of their skin slapping was muted by the rumbling of the shower jets. 

It was at that moment they were rewarded with the next contraction and Stacey all but cried out. “Ooouuhhhh…. Fuck….” Her hands clawed at the slippery tiles as her belly tightened abruptly, muscles squeezing and lifting her heavy bump up, trapped by the iron band wrapping her middle. Every part of her body seemed to clench and press down, trying fruitlessly to aid a labour that wasn’t controlled by nature but by the phone left in their bedroom. 

Carter grinned, he was about to joke with her to ‘watch her language’, that ‘they were about to be parents and couldn’t say that in front of the kids’. The thought was seized when he saw her knuckles turn white as she tried desperately to grip the wall, to grab something, anything. Carter, both to torture himself a little but also to give her some extra pleasure, slowed his pace even further. 

“Contraction?” He asked, tucking her soaked hair behind her ear. He heard her try to say something, but it was interrupted by a grunt of effort. Her body was squeezing him, and even though he wanted to slow, it felt as if her body was calling to him, challenging him to keep going. Skin hit skin, and Carter grunted as the friction between their bodies increased. “Pushing, mmm, won’t help.” He said, taking a handful of her breast and giving it a squeeze. His voice dropped low, becoming more of a growl than a whisper. “But dammit I love when you push for me baby…”

Stacey’s palm lifted and slapped against the tile, pressing through her elbows and shoving her hips back to meet Carter’s pelvis. His groping, his primal sounds, the feel of him so deep it made her see stars. And then he mentioned pushing and she was completely lost to her body’s urges. “Mmhhhaaa… ohhhhh…. Can’t… can’t stop… p-pushing…..” She panted. 

The contraction, like all the others, was intense and powerful. Her legs were trembling and the weight in her pelvis was outrageously low. They’d been playing with The Pill not even two hours and she already felt simultaneously on edge of climax and on the cusp of birthing this pretend baby. With a shuddering gasp Stacey bore down on his instructions. It was instinctual, yes, but she was also very aware of how each push seemed to bring Carter closer to release. His hands palmed and squeezed and pinched her breasts while he plunged deep into her wide hips, drawing husky grunts of uncontrollable pushes from Stacey. 

Carter didn’t say anything, his mind and body too immersed in the moment to form anything intelligible. This was the sexiest Stacey had ever been. She was gorgeous and beautiful, but this moment, pushing as he was rapidly thrusting into her, this was the most intense any of their exploits had been. To think the drive-thru could be topped…

The warmth in his pelvis grew, the sign of his impending climax. There was no way to get closer to Stacey, and he hated it. Nothing was between them. Yet the need to be even more intimate and close frustrated him. A hand left her breast, finding the side of her womb. Hard as rock. He knew it looked larger now because she was letting it hang as she bent over, the weight of her womb trying to reach the floor without her. But damn if he wouldn’t let that visual of her body fighting to expel the fake baby build in his mind. 

His hot breath hit her neck, audible moans coming with them to match her own. The thrusts became frantic, primal need overtaking the kink driven intercourse. He found resistance, and even with his mind clouded, Carter knew exactly what it was. Not solid, but tough, with something concealed behind it. Knowing that each thrust against its unbreakable surface was too much to bear. A singular twitch, that was the only prelude they had. Carter buried his face in the crook of her neck, simultaneously squeezing her breast and digging his fingers into the side of her womb. 

Stacey cried out, her knees shaking beneath them as that climax Carter knew she’d been staving off bloomed into an explosion of pleasure and release. As he kept the expulsion of his own desires pumping into her, he felt her hand grab his, pulling his hips closer. Every time, she did that, not wanting anything to go to waste. Both of their simultaneous orgasms rang out for a moment long, then it all changed. She clamped down on him, and he felt an onrush of something hitting him before exiting her, momentarily covering his hips before the shower washed it all away. Her moaning had grown more intense somehow, and for the moment, he was the only one who knew why.

At first Stacey assumed the change, that feeling of release, was from the exceptional pregnant sex and orgasm. But her uterus was still contracting hard and she could barely breathe. The pressure had dropped so low it felt like the baby had fallen all the way to the kitchen downstairs. But Carter was still inside her body, still pulsing with post-love-making bliss, so she knew the baby couldn’t be that low. And yet— 

“Unnnghhhh…. I have… I have to p-push….” She cried out in a slight frenzy. 

The primal sensations overtook any cohesive thought. Normally the experienced mother would recognise the signs of her water breaking, especially considering the torrent that ejected onto her husband’s groin, but this was no ordinary pregnancy. And this was going to be no ordinary birth. 

With Carter still holding her tight, still buried inside, she gave a guttural push right down into her pelvis. Alongside the grunt of effort her fingertips squeaked down the tiled wall of the shower as her knees softened with the push. It didn’t matter that they were in the shower, that their bodies were still connected and intertwined, all she knew was she had to push and she had to push now. 

He felt it. Carter's arms felt her body contracting in his hold, but that wasn’t the exhilarating sensation that he was wide eyed at experiencing. He felt it. The phone was in the other room, so there was no way to tell for certain aside from their four previous births. Stacey’s dilation must’ve progressed instantaneously, or was already at its widest when her waters had broken on him. 

“Good girl.” He told her, his voice still strained from his recent climax. “That’s it, you can push.”

The pressure was intense, her body clamping down even as he was returning to his natural limp state. It was almost enough to reinvigorate him for round three, almost. He felt her lower slightly, and almost instinctively he took hold of her hips, still in position but keeping her steady. He had an adversary within her, forcing him out as she pushed. Fuck. He wasn’t ever going to be able to get this one out of his head. Carter decided it was best to remain right where he was, at least for the moment. Stacey, apparently, didn’t realize that her own orgasm had been the straw that broke the camel's back as it were. Her pushes were no longer pointless, they were purposeful, and progressive.

While the contraction held her hostage, Stacey could only gasp and push, gasp and push, over and over. Autonomy was long gone and all her focus and efforts were diverted to this one cause. With every grunting push their bodies inched lower in the shower, an unconscious slow motion to get her pelvis wider and more open by squatting slightly. She was working entirely at the hands of primal instincts - no thoughts or plans or intentions. 

Her whole body trembled with a roaring push, the action egged on by the purring encouragement of her husband, and then eventually the contraction ebbed away. Her breathing was heavy and rapid, control gradually returning, and god did her knees ache. 

“Hooooo… hooo oh my… that one was the most….intense…yet…” she puffed out, palms still cemented on the tile, still unaware of the specific sequence of events chosen by her husband. Her knees promptly checked out, buckling with exhaustion post-orgasm and post-pushing. Somehow she got down onto all fours and she immediately felt the loss of her husband slipping out from between her legs. 

Carter dropped with her, protectively holding her on instinct. The way she’d gotten downward was too fast, and he was afraid for a moment that she’d possibly blacked out. Her back was still arched though, and even now she panted through the pain and discomfort.

“It sure felt intense.” Carter said, adjusting his positioning so that he was beside her. “I think that might be the end of sex for now.” A smile split his face, growing broader when Stacey gave him a questioning look. He read her like a book, it was saying ‘What aren’t you telling me?’ Carter kept the little nugget of truth to himself for now, after all, maybe she’d assume the settings were altered when he’d gone to start the shower, or just not realize that progress was possible. Either way, Carter wouldn’t tell her until the very last moment.

“Here…” He said, placing the heel of his hand in her lower back. He pressed down firmly, making little circles as he did so. “How’s that feel?”

“Mmmhh… good… helps…” Stacey hummed, rocking slightly on hands and knees to adjust to the new weight that had settled deeper in her hips. 

The shit-eating grin on her husband’s face told Stacey that he had planned something, or at least knew something. What that was - well, she would have to find out. She knew giving him full access to the damn app would make him feral, only time would tell if she’d let him have control again next time or not. 

Even without a contraction Stacey’s words sounded breathy and moany. Any pressure she’d felt with each wave no longer disappeared - remaining heavy and unrefutable. “Oooof— god Carter this baby feels low already. For a second there, I thought it was going to deliver right here in the shower.” 

“Well that is an option.” He said with a one shouldered shrug. “But I was thinking we should go back downstairs”

The look on Stacey’s face made his grin only grow wider. He relished the prospect of watching her try to waddle downstairs while in active labor, especially seeing as he had yet to look this far into the app to see how the birth was meant to play out. His only alterations had been triggering her water to break and the extra contractions, as far as progress, he was now as in the dark as his wife was.

“Tell you what, love.” He said, rubbing a bit harder again against her back. “After the next contraction, we could try on some of your old clothes. I know a certain pair of leggings we both have fond memories of…”

Stacey laughed. Those leggings were a big part of the success of their fourth birth, managing to hold back from delivering the head as long as she did. Those leggings were also long thrown away. 

“I chucked them out, remember, they were ruined after Caleb’s birth.” Stacey said heavily, managing to recover a bit more to lift her head and sit back on her heels. “But I like where you’re going with this. I do have some non-maternity leggings we can use. It won’t go over this bump, but they’ll certainly be tight.” 

Carter helped Stacey off the shower floor, switching off the waterfall jets before wrapping her in a towel. It barely went around her circumference - the belly poking out the middle. Waddling back into their bedroom, both stark naked, Stacey made her way to the dresser to get the specific outfit she was thinking of. The next contraction happened while she was hunting through the drawers and she had to elbow the surface of the dresser and moan her way through it. The urge to push happened every-damn-time now, the baby felt like it was right in the bowl of her pelvis. Carter stood loyally behind her, pressing hard against her hips and encouraging her not to push. His words were gravelled and so sexy, and combined with the pressure she felt it was hard to stay focused. 

Eventually, and with only two contractions in the middle, they both got dressed. Stacey wore her regular black leggings and a long black and white striped tshirt. Carter meanwhile opted for a pair of athletic shorts and a long sleeve blue shirt with grey sleeves, his typical attire for being around the family all day. Huffing from the effort of getting dressed, Stacey automatically cradled her belly as she turned around on the spot - almost asking for her husband’s approval in her choice. 

“Come here often sexy?” He asked, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he cocked an eyebrow. A full intake of her outfit didn’t trigger lust as it had with the dress. It was endearing on a level he couldn’t explain, seeing the love of his life dressed so casually with a life growing inside.

“I know where I want to go next….” Stacey purred, slowly stepping in her husband’s direction until her rounded orb of a belly pressed against his torso. She lifted on her tiptoes, holding his shoulders to keep balance, and leaning towards his ear she whispered “Your office, downstairs.” 

“Oh?” He questioned, hands instinctively falling to hold her swollen stomach. “All the way down…” As he spoke, Carter slowly turned with her, the couple making a tiny circle. A waltz of two lovers. “That’s a long way Stace, and I don’t know how patient our baby will be.” His fingers found the edge of her shirt and lifted till he felt the warm flesh. She was still slightly damp from the shower, and he knew they’d both relish when she got soaked to the bone with sweat from the labor.

As if his thoughts had triggered it, the third contraction since they left the bathroom hit her. He knew before her face even changed, the muscles in her abdomen tightened beneath his palms a fraction of a second before her jaw quivered. Before him his wife quivered, no doubt feeling that urge to push again. She still didn’t know, did she? He leant in, already noticing how more of her weight was on his neck. She was trying to squat again wasn’t she?

“Hold back hon.” He told her, thumbs rubbing the rock solid sphere of flesh between them. “It’s not time to push yet.”

Her hands gripped the back of his shirt, bunching the blue fabric in her fists as she panted rapidly. Without thought, her stance was wide as she clung to her husband through the raging contraction, trying to withstand the pressure between her hips. 

“Mmmmghh… but… I want to push darling…. Ohhhhh god I wanna push….” Stacey practically whimpered, hips rocking and swaying around the iron boulder pressing down, barely managing to hold back. 

By the skin of her teeth Stacey made it through the contraction without pushing, at least, not consciously pushing. But as she moved again it was hard to ignore how much lower the baby felt. “Carter… I’m not sure if this is… right…. Baby feels so low?” 

“I know darling, but it’s not time.” He told her, bringing a hand up to twirl her hair between his fingers. “It’s just the urge, the labor is not moving along just yet. The app even says so, we have time before the baby comes. Let’s enjoy it.”  

Despite the reassurance, Stacey felt on edge, as she did with each birth just before things got serious. As if her body was on the precipice of something monumental. She might not have the app, or know what was coming, but she was certain of one thing - she didn’t want to deliver in the bedroom or the living room. Two of their children had been born in this house and she wanted to explore more unconventional locations with this simulation. So she waddled out the door of their bedroom, down the hallway, in an attempt to get down the stairs before the next contraction happened. But if she had been timing them, she would have known the mission was bound to fail. 

Carter remained two steps behind her, already anticipating the inevitable. He wasn’t dumb enough to try and stop her when she was so determined. But, he was smart enough to know that there was no chance of her descending the stairs without issue. Eyes examining her every move, Carter watched as Stacey tried to go down. Pregnancy affected her balance horribly, and while normally she was able to adapt over months, this short gestation seemed to still be troubling her. She’d started to step, paused, seemed to reassess, then turned to the side to go down one step at a time.

The tedious method reminded him all too well of when she was pregnant with their first. Constantly having to adapt to her own changing body was a skill that never ceased to amaze. Stacey managed four steps, and froze. White knuckled, her chest heaved, her stomach shrinking to show the outline of her womb. Mere moments before her knees buckled, Carter had looped his arms beneath hers, holding her upright.

“Breathe.” He told her. “Just a contraction like all the ones before. Nothing to it, and no pushing needed…”

Automatically her eyes closed with the sudden clamp of her womb and while her fingers gripped the rail Stacey was grateful for Carter’s swift reaction. This so easily could have ended badly, so easily could have fallen, but her husband - as always - kept her steady and safe. A groan came bubbling up her throat while her muscles clamped down, her knees widening and softening part-way down the stairs. 

“Hooooo—hoooooooo— Car—Carter—” Stacey moaned, her mouth hanging open to pant through the pressure. 

His soft soothing words in her ear did nothing to alleviate the desperate weight in her hips determined to sink lower. She grunted, unplanned and uncontrolled, her body bearing down with the contraction unconsciously. She only realised when she felt the fruits of her labour and an increase of pressure against her cervix. 

“I… ohhhhhh… I think it’s coming…? I’m…. I’m pushing….?” Stacey panicked slightly, caught entirely off guard with how forcefully her body was acting of its own accord. While they were stuck on the stairs. 

“Hey hey, it’s ok.” His reassurance came with a kiss on her cheek. Stacey was trying to squat, whether intentionally or not he was unsure. What mattered was keeping her up, and keeping the baby in. “Baby isn’t coming, the app is saying as much.” A lie, but one that was going to feed into both of their fantasies. To give his wife even more comfort that it was fine, another small lie came. “Your water hasn’t even broken, it has to before the baby will make progress.”

A slight nod was her only answer. Carter waited, holding her until it appeared the worst of the contraction had passed. The weight in his arms lessened, and he spotted her knuckles regaining color. She had absolutely been pushing, but a little fib to make her doubt whether it was true wouldn’t hurt. This pill was safe, and with it they didn’t need to worry about possible dangers. They moved, taking one step at a time. Stacey didn’t push him away, her independence taking a momentary backseat to make sure he was near enough in case another contraction came. Thankfully, they made it all the way down.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Carter asked, that shit eating grin he knew she loved plastered all over his face.

Stacey paused to glare at her husband, lips pressed in a thin pout. But the sparkle behind her eyes, the slight curve at the very edges of her lips, confirmed the underlying playfulness of the moment. She released a long and heavy exhale before responding. 

“T-they’re getting harder and harder to ride out.” Stacey mused while rubbing her belly over the striped cotton jersey of her tshirt, still keeping a hand out just in case she needed to grab onto something. “I can’t even speak through them anymore. If this was a real pregnancy I’d say we were long overdue calling for the midwife. It’s all so intensely realistic babe, the pressure, the urges.” She couldn’t help soften the last word, a breathy husky tone that she knew would affect her husband. 

His body betrayed him, a shudder rippling through him. It disappears as fast as it came, but even in that short span, Stacey had absolutely noticed. Maybe there was time for more fun…

They had to ride out another contraction at the bottom of the stairs before they could move to Carter’s home office. Her husband seemed to foresee the weakening of her knees and had wrapped his arms around her upper back and entwined his fingers together over her spine. When Stacey moaned and panted her way through the contraction, when her knees started to buckle, his strong arms held her close and she was almost hanging off his broad frame. The instinctual need to lower her stance and spread her legs wide was something so primal she barely noticed, but Carter certainly had. He took extra care after the contraction had ended to make sure her stance returned to a much narrower position. And god it made it feel so full. 

“As much as I love your waddle, you don’t need to be so wide.” He told her. “Not till I let you know it’s time to push.” 

Stacey’s eyes fluttered, almost rolling, and she held on to his shoulders for a second while she adjusted to the heavy bowling ball sitting oh so low in her pelvis. 

The office was in the corner of the house, opposite the kitchen. He tried to spend as little time there as possible when the kids were home, preferring time with the family. But, as it was, work did sometimes find its way home with him. Today the office wasn’t for work though, it was simply for pleasure. Walking backwards so that he could continue his support of Stacey, Carter pushed against the doors to open them. Double doors with glass panels led into the room. The walls were painted white, a row of books on shelves against the back wall with his desk sitting in the center. That was the goal.

“I think this is the perfect place.” He whispered to her. The couple made it to the desk, and simply from the counting in his head and the way Stacey’s body was trembling, he knew the next contraction was near. Mischief in mind, he pulled out the phone as she leaned on the desk, her rear towards him. Sure enough, another ten seconds, and she’d contract. He sat her phone down, screen up, and took hold of her hips. Carter leant in, timing his words perfectly. “You can’t push…”

With her head hanging between her shoulders, Stacey began to pant, faster and faster as the contraction took hold. Beneath her clothing the glorious orb of her belly had lifted and distorted, turning to stone and squeezing everything down. She whimpered, rocking her hips and moving her feet wider on the carpet. 

“Oooohh—ohhhhh— ughhhh!!!” The groan that slipped from her mouth was gravelled and breathy. She could feel sweat start to dampen the back of her shirt as she tried to hold off against the barreling urge to bear down. 

“P-Press—back— h-hard—” she managed to huff out in staccato breaths. She needed something - anything - to counter the overwhelming pressure between her legs. If she couldn’t push yet, the last resort was the firm weight of her husband to stop this contraction from taking over. 

He said her waters hadn’t broken, that the simulated baby wasn’t ready to be born yet - but fucking hell she wanted to push. She wanted to push so fiercely that it was starting to overwhelm all thoughts. Until Carter’s hands pressed hard into the backs of her hips, his breath caressing her neck from behind. And then she remembered the pleasure, the game they were playing. 

“That’s my girl…” He purred. Hips pressed against hers, he continued the deep massage in her lower back muscles. “Breathe, but don’t push.” Her legs were trying to spread again, and he could only imagine the pressure and need she had to do so. But it wasn’t time, they could have so much more fun before he let the path from her womb open up. With relative ease he put his feet on either side of hers. The action must have been noticed, because less than a second later her legs were trying to claim any open space they could. Carter remained firm in his position.

There were little noises, sounds so familiar to him that they may as well have been projected over a megaphone. Even though she tried not to, Carter knew she’d just given in. It was barely anything, but that little failed effort made a part of his brain click, a role to play, one that he’d put into action immediately.

The game was growing intimate again it seemed. Perhaps unintentionally, Stacey’s hips rocking led to Carter's body reacting naturally. It could be easily said though, that Stacey rarely had to do much to get Carter excited. Stacey took in a gulp of air, and Carter rightly assumed the contraction was gone. Gentle hands took her, and spun her around to face him. Red faced, sweaty, and exhausted, yet the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“You pushed.” He admonished. “I don’t remember saying it was time…” Carter looked her in the eyes, unblinking and focused. “I think I need to keep an eye on you, and check, to see if you moved things… too fast.”

“What… no, I didn’t push… I don’t… I don’t think I pushed?” She breathed heavily, her full chest rising and falling as she attempted to recover from the contraction. The waves were so close together it felt like she was continually huffing and puffing, sweating and waddling, it was exactly as she’d hoped. 

At her husband’s feigned sternness, Stacey pushed her bottom lip forward, a little pout. “I didn’t push.” This time more definitively, a little defiantly. 

With the desk now behind her, Stacey shifted slightly back, planting her ass on the very edge of the wooden furniture to keep herself upright. Her hands moved in large circles around the full sphere of her belly that stretched the jersey knit of her long top, and accentuating her breathing through soft pursed lips. 

“Baby is so low and heavy… they feel like they’re close…” she cooed softly, watching her husband entranced by the sight of her gravid form. “How are you going to check my progress, with these tight leggings on?” 

He blinked, momentarily taken out of the role he’d been trying to become. Stacey was just too damn sexy when she was like this. Her curves were begging to be exposed, yet for the moment, he knew they both wanted her to stay dressed. Carter stepped closer, hands planting flat on either side of her on the desk. Her belly stopped him getting any closer. Her scent filled his nostrils, and he savored the intoxication it offered. He exhaled, his hot breath breaking against her sweat-damp skin.

“I have my ways.” Carter told her, reimmersing himself. In a flash, he took her thighs, and lifted. Pregnancy added weight, as was natural. But dammit when a man was hungry for his wife he could do anything. Before she knew it, Stacey was fully on the desk, any paperwork that was stacked there was brushed away, and his laptop set far to the side. Carter stared at how her legs were forced apart by her belly, her forward posture making the underside touch the desk.

“Now.” He said, calmly. Carter gingerly pulled up her shirt to expose her stomach. Palm flat on its surface, he spoke again. “I need your legs apart.” As the words came, his hand crept down. “But don’t take that as an opening to push Stace. I told you, it’s, not, time.” He found the elastic band of her leggings, digging beneath them with his fingertips. “Can you promise me that?” Before she had a chance to answer, his lips were on hers, and his hand, found its intended target.

Her moan was swallowed by Carter’s hungry kiss, the growl from the back of her throat disappearing into her husband’s mouth. His lustful gaze, his hot breath, and soft caress had all cumulated into putting every nerve in Stacey’s body on edge. She was trembling beneath his touch, moaning pleasurably against his lips, all the while her legs parted to let his hand explore. 

His digits plunged deeper, and Stacey gasped, her hands rising to grip his shoulders - nails digging slightly into the blue fabric of his shirt. Everything was so sensitive, delicate, thrown into an ocean of arousal at the slightest of movements. The lingering pressure from the latest contraction seemed to be so low she was almost sure Carter would cross paths with that heavy weight. But as his fingers plunged he curled them slightly, his lips grinning against hers, and she cried out at the sweet spot he had reached. 

“Oooooh—my—god…” 

Automatically her thighs parted wider on the desk, simultaneously to allow better access and to alleviate the ache of her hips. Stacey ground her pelvis, trying to meet more friction, to seek more from her husband. But midway through her pleasurable humming a sharp contraction stopped her in her tracks. Every part of her body stiffened, tight, braced for the inevitable peak. Her womb seized, lifting her low belly from the desk where it had been hanging over and between her legs.  Every muscle clamped and squeezed, her breath catching on the painful pressure, made all the more intense with her husband’s hand, so deep, and practically trapped by her contracting body. 

“Ughhhhhhh— ohhh ohhhh-ohhhhhh nnnnghh! I—I’ve gotta push—!” She suddenly cried out. 

Carter let the silent debate in his head roll for a moment before the decision was made.

“Push.” He told her. The single word came with a curl of his fingers within her. She bore down almost immediately. He knew this was the first time she intentionally pushed, and the way her chin dug into her chest was perfect. He allowed her to keep going, only able to imagine the satisfaction she felt giving in to the instinctual needs of her body. He waited, after four kids he knew exactly how she’d shift when the contraction peaked. Stacey’s thighs shook, and he knew it was time.

“Now stop.” He said. “That’s all for this one love.” Carter's eyes were hungry and devious. This moment couldn’t end too fast.

Her eyes flew open, staring hazily up at Carter. “Wh—what?! No!” She gasped. 

The contraction had reached its peak and had only granted her enough time to take a breath - utter her words of dismay - before her muscles squeezed again. She couldn’t stop now! The contraction was still raging, the urge still screaming at her to bear down. 

She did it anyway, not fully taking seriously her husband’s instruction. With her teeth gritted and exposed, she bore down against her husband’s fingers once more. Desperately craving that satisfaction of a deep and productive push. 

Well, that was a mistake on her part. Carter remained silent, letting her savor this push. A quick glance over to the phone would have revealed his intentions if it hadn’t been for Stacey’s current condition taking all her attention. He reached for it. With phone in hand, he looked through the settings. He didn’t need Stacey to tell him the contraction was ending. The grip on his fingers loosened, and now that she’d done the opposite of what he said, it was time to get serious.

“That wasn’t a suggestion.” He told her, slipping his fingers out. His palm remained on her belly, feeling the baby shifting. According to the app, its descent was underway, the head finally starting to exit the cervix. Little dials and scales, as well as a virtual diagram of the baby’s progress filled the screen. A thrill went through him, as his thumb pressed on the dial labeled ‘progress’. “Let’s try that again baby…” Carter, slid the dial, reversing all the progress his wife had just made.

Initially Stacey whimpered, an automatic response assuming another contraction. But the feeling inside of her body was unlike anything she’d experienced; the pressure was receding but the fullness - oh god the fullness. 

“Ohhhhhhh….” She gasped, pressing her hands into the desk and lifting her hips a fraction through the peculiar pulsing inside her womb. It was as if her belly was getting bigger, rounder, and her thighs began to shake. Stacey felt the weighted sphere in her pelvis rise instead of sink - the baby was going— 

“Carter!! What have you done…? Hoooooo…. It’s going back…!” She panted her way through the disturbing reverse of sensations, the sounds coming from her chest were almost whimpers. It felt weird, wrong, and yet the continued stretching of her hip joints meant she still felt deliciously full, so it wasn’t all bad. 

“It told you little pushes Stacey.” He leaned in, putting his face so close that the smallest shift would inevitably lead to another kiss. “That, wasn’t a little push. So I figure, why not have a little punishment for not listening?” Carter was fully immersed into his role, ready to take control in a more dominant way. “It only makes sense darling. If the kids don’t listen they get timeout, if you don’t listen, you gotta start, all, over.” He smiled again, letting that kiss happen he’d been teasing. 

Their lips pressing together didn’t stop him from reading a few things from his wife simply by how she kissed. Over a decade of marriage would let anyone read more into the most subtle of changes in a person's behavior. She’d exhaled, a quick huff that he clocked as annoyance. Carter expected as much, so in response he sat the phone down, bringing his hands to the sensitive underside of her womb. Teeth tugged at her lower lip as he pulled away. She was pouting, and that made him even happier about doing what he did.

“You’re an ass.” She blew out a heavy exhale, slowly settling after the retreating of the “baby” back into her womb. 

“I had to show you I was serious, didn’t I? You’re just lucky that I didn’t have the baby stop halfway out. It is an option you know.” A wolfish grin split his face. “Now, promise to be a good girl for me, and only do little pushes, or maybe the progress will get even slower…” 

“Hmmm…” Stacey’s pout lingered, her eyes glaring playfully at her husband. She was annoyed, yes, the undoing of her pushing progress was bound to have that effect. But the annoyance was only surface level - in truth she was relishing the evening, getting to indulge in all their fantasies. It was clear from her husband’s tone that Carter was really getting into the role, a role so unlike his caring and thoughtful self but one of loving dominance. 

Well if he was going to play a role this evening, then she would too. 

Stacey fluttered her lashes, the pout on her lips turning coy, and she gently let her hands roam and caress the front of his shirt. “I’ll try not to push… I’ll be good.” She purred. Usually fiercely independent, Stacey played up the submissive role with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks. “It’s just… when the baby gets that low, it is hard not to push. My body wants to push so badly.” As if to tempt him from his role Stacey widened her thighs on the desk, sliding to the edge and pressing her full swollen belly right against his torso. 

Carter leaned over her, feeling her womb press against him. It was an impossible task before him, trying to keep himself immersed without melting like putty between his wife’s honeyed words. He wanted her again, and his body knew it. Lips found her neck, and the heat of her breath against his skin only made that urge grow. Carter was huffing as he whispered into her ear.

“I know.” He purred. “But we don’t want the baby coming love… slow, so, so slow. I want you to feel every centimeter as it goes down.” His palm found her crotch, massaging over the fabric of her leggings. “I can’t have you missing the sensations like you did when I broke your water…” 

The words hung in the air and Stacey almost missed them; too distracted by the teasing movements of her husband’s thumb over the stretched Lycra of her leggings. 

“Wait— what?” She breathed heavily, trying to focus through the sizzling pleasure between her thighs. But she couldn’t question Carter any further, her round belly seizing abruptly and she gripped his shoulders with a gasp. 

“Shhhh, shhh. Feel that?” He grinned. “You think it would feel like that with the amniotic sac?” Her tightening womb flared his desires, making his body shudder. “Be a good girl, and give me one, little, push…”

Stacey was already panting - whether from the contraction or arousal, she didn’t know. With her head tilting skyward, her husband’s lips grazing her neck, her body complied without question. All the tension, all the pressure, moved south. She grunted, the push drawing out those delicious primal sounds that made her husband feral. Hell, it made her feral too. Fuck, she loved pushing. Even more so when it was against Carter’s large palm. She lifted a fraction, tilting her pelvis towards him and pushed against his perfect counterpressure. As the ‘baby’ moved, her efforts fruitful, she moaned beautifully. 

“Ooooohhh Carter…. That’s… that’s why it feels so… so…. looooooow….. no fluids… this is all just—ughghhh— the head is coming d-down…” she sang through the moan, grinding down on the desk, and taking another breath she prepared to push again with the current contraction. 

“That’s right.” He groaned. “The heads coming down, almost too big for you isn’t it…” Carter pressed his pelvis against her, her inner thighs telling her what she couldn’t see. Maybe there’s time… Carter applied pressure with his palm, the heel of his hand finding her most sensitive spots. 

The contractions peak left his wife panting, but she was waiting, waiting for his approval. The hungry look in his eyes would have betrayed the temptation to make her hold back. The beautiful agony she’d experience would be such a turn on for them both. The mere thought made him want to rip her clothes off here and have sex on his desk. Desperate eyes stared up at him, pleading, she was doing so well at holding back. But even in this role, he wasn’t so cruel that he’d force her to go with no progress.

“Push.”

The word barely left his mouth before Stacey was giving it her all. Her knees lifted, belly firm and tight as she curled forward with the effort of bearing down. “Nnnnghhh!” 

The heat between them, the sexual tension, could be cut with a knife. And yet Stacey’s body was on an instinctual drive, automatic clenching and squeezing of muscles against the solid weight between her hips. Her waters had already gone - Carter hadn’t told her when or where but it must have been in the shower. She’d have noticed otherwise. The pressure on her cervix was astronomical and she was surprised she hadn’t realised it wasn’t the cushioning of fluid but the firm hard skull of the ‘baby’ that was wedged there. 

“Oooooh—ohhhhh—nnnnghh— oh god!” Stacey gasped at the end of push. All her efforts were on bringing this baby through to the birth canal, so much so that as she released the push she slipped backwards, no core muscles to keep her upright. 

Hands took hold of her, gripping beneath her arms to prevent Stacey from falling down to the desk. No matter how immersed into a role Carter might become, there was no chance he would allow Stacey to even have the chance of getting hurt in the pursuit of their pleasures.

“I’ve got you hon.” He said, the mask of a dominating lover slipping for a moment.

“Mmmh… c-can I move? It’s h-hard to push p-properly like this…” Stacey breathlessly asked. The question partly in her submissive role but partly because she’d need assistance to move with the near-constant contractions and the sheer size of the baby in the bowl of her pelvis. 

“Oh?” Carter cocked an eyebrow. “Asking instead of just doing?” He didn’t lean closer to her, instead, he pulled her towards him, forcing her to sit upright in what he could only imagine was an uncomfortable position with the baby so low. “You’re learning love. Let’s get you a new position then…”

He helped her to scoot off the desk, her stance forced wide due to the baby’s low movements. She’d started to turn, to lean on the desk in what he knew she would find more comfortable. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Carter held her from behind, his arousal pressing against her lower back. Hand between her legs, as if he was concerned the baby would come, he spoke again.

“I haven’t told you what position yet baby.” Carter guided her away from the desk. “I think your only support right now, should be me. No desk to hold, no chair to lean on.” He kissed her cheek. “You bend over and this will end up like the shower all over again…” Not that he’d complain, and for her to be actively pushing? Well that would have been quite the experience. “I’ll make a deal with you.” He lifted her striped shirt, fingers brushing against the nub of her navel. “If you can orgasm, then I’ll let you lean on the desk for a few contractions. Deal?” 

She nodded, breathing heavier from the effort of standing. “Okay y-yes… oooof…mmmhh…” 

At this point the phone was an afterthought, an extra whimsy for him if the mood struck. Perhaps after another contraction or two he’d tweak settings, but this slow progress was far too delicious to alter just yet.

Stacey’s head fell back against her husband’s shoulder, his hands possessively wrapped around her body - one splayed across the firm globe of her belly while the other dipped beneath its curve to cup between her wide legs. “Mmmnh… baby is so heavy, so low… I can feel it-” She hummed, circling her hips slightly, the movement highlighting just how hard and aroused her husband was as his hips mirrored her own “-just wedged there. Ooof— it’s huge!” 

They barely had thirty seconds of this intimate swaying before the next contraction, the first one standing in a while. As she stiffened, Carter growled a pleasurable noise in her ear. “Hold it.” He whispered, her body tensing and tightening beneath his hands. Her knees widened and shook automatically, the barreling pressure reaching new heights aided by gravity. Without anything to lean on, to bend over and brace, Stacey was stuck in her husband's arms while she panted frantically. 

“I… I wanna push….mmmmgh…” she whimpered, trying to fight the urges to bear down. Lifting her arms up and behind her head, she grasped on to her husband any way she could - looping her fingers behind his neck. 

Her preferred labouring position was always to curl forward - on hand and knees, bracing walls, or leaning over the bed or couch - to ease into each contraction and help it progress. But here, now, she was the complete reverse; Carter standing behind while her body arched uncomfortably backwards like a crescent moon, her bump sticking so far out like it was orbiting the couple. It was doing nothing to aid the ‘baby’s’ journey through her birth canal but that didn’t mean the desire to push was any less urgent. 

Stacey hissed through her teeth as the contraction fast approached its peak. “I—I need to push— Car-Carter I have to push—” But still her husband didn’t give the word, didn’t tell her to bear down. In desperation to continue holding back she uttered the shaky words “touch me!”, knowing if she wanted to push in her preferred position she’d need to climax first and there was only one way that was happening. 

One hand stayed dominantly between her legs but Carter slowly moved his other hand over her low and contracting bump, beneath her clothes, towards her sensitive breasts. She moaned, almost shuddering, his fingers brushing over each nipple. 

“I know you want to.” He mused, placing emphasis on how her pushing was a choice. Of course at this point he knew to resist was an impossibility, but watching and listening to her try to hold back was a pleasure unto itself. “But you can’t. Not yet…”

Between index finger and thumb, he pinched her breast, the warmth of her milk coating his fingertips. Simultaneously, he straightened his other hand between her thighs, lifting it up to press against her opening. The fabric did nothing to conceal her desire. And Carter didn’t care if that was just leakage of the excess amniotic fluid or actual sexual fluids, his wife was dripping beneath his touch, and that was exactly what he wanted. The hand between her legs moved back and forth, making a sawing motion that with her increased sensitivity would drive her mad. He’d done it before, and adored the result. 

“That’s my girl.” He purred into her ear. “I can see you thinking you’ll get away with pushing a little… I suggest, you don’t try that.” His middle finger curled between her legs. “Be a shame if I have to punish you again.”

“Oh god, Carter!” She mewled. Stacey bent her legs without thinking, sinking onto his flattened palm, chasing friction and grinding down. Pleasure thrummed through her veins, reaching almost the same intensity as the need to bear down. Every part of her body was trembling, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, stuck beneath the devilish ministrations of her husband’s hands. She was on a knife edge with no idea which way she’d fall. 

He squeezed her nipple in tandem with additional pressure between her thighs, Stacey shuddered before grunting a moan. “Oh no… I’m gonna… p-push…” Her words were a frantic whine laced with unbridled enjoyment. She was desperately clinging on, trying to hold back, but there was just no distinction between her body’s demands. There was no way she could do one and not the other. If she climaxed, she’d most definitely push. 

“Not. Yet.” He growled. Carters hips pressed against her, his arousal undeniable. This torture was so, so sweet. Milk was leaving Stacey’s shirt soaked, almost as if their son was in the other room crying and she responded in kind. The warm fluids coated his fingers as she whimpered. He stretched the moment, three seconds, five… Carter decided that now, she deserved a little relief. Fingers dug in, the fabric of her leggings only barely preventing him from penetrating deep inside. As it was, he still found some depth. In the same moment, he moved his hand back and forth with speed, his breath exhaling against her sweat damp neck. 

Stacey careened right over the edge, any hope of holding back promptly evaporating. Her inner muscles clenched, a sharp gasp catching in her throat, the climax taking hold. “Ah…ahhh…. Carter—yes—!” With trembling knees she held on tight, her fingers still looped behind her husband’s neck above her head. With the crescendo of pleasure spasming between her thighs, her womb clamped down in tandem, taking the opportunity and pushing along with the orgasm. 

The result of her combined arousal and pushing was felt instantaneously. The heavy boulder in her hips shifted lower, splitting her pelvis apart, forcing her knees to bow. The simulated baby was dropping even further, even closer to the exit and she groaned with pained pleasure at the increased fullness. 

The drop was anticipated. Carter's hand between her legs held firm, preventing his wife from dropping to all fours in order to open up for pushing. This was still early in the active stage of labor, and he knew as much as her body wanted to rush, Stacey would want it to move slowly. Or would she?

“Don’t hold your breath.” He told her, letting his own knees buckle to give her just a little more space to work with. “Feel it dropping down?” Of course she did, her moans were enough evidence of that. “I’m sorry I had to punish you love.” The contraction was ebbing, as it did, he guided his laboring wife to the desk so he could place her hands on it. Before he let go, he tucked her hair behind her ears. Sweat dripped off her nose onto the stained wood top, her exposed womb still open to the air. Carter was forced to bottle his lust for her. He moved, leaning on the desk in a nonchalant manner.

“You did good, you listened.” He smiled, showing just enough teeth that told Stacey he was enjoying playing this part far more than either of them could have anticipated. “And when you listen…” Carter turned on the phone screen, letting it be in plain view for Stacey. “You get a reward.” His finger found a slider, next to it, a depiction of a uterus and birth canal, with the artificial baby’s progress. He moved it, to just behind the opening.

With her hands on the edge of the desk, Stacey settled into her much preferred position, watching the way her husband’s eyes sparkled with the reflection of the phone’s light. Or perhaps it was pure glee. As his fingertip rose from the screen she felt something change deep inside her womb. She hadn’t seen what he’d selected, only that a decision had been made. But she was soon to find out; immediately her swollen belly seized, tight and firm, outlining the shape of the artificial baby inside. It was strong, almost like a contraction, but somehow not. 

“Ohhhhh… ohhhh something's happening… mmmmhh…” she moaned, leaning into the desk and lowering her head slightly, her ass naturally shifting backwards and opening her pelvis more. “Ahhh… oh it’s moving… down! Oh wow….” 

Stacey couldn’t help the lengthy breathy moans as whatever setting that had been chosen activated. The bowling ball between her legs was sinking - heavier, deeper, closer. Without thought her feet slid apart on the carpet, widening her stance instinctively around the hard skull that now felt dangerously close to appearing. 

“I’m… I’m not pushing… oh but it feels like it’s coming out… unghhhh….” Stacey almost purred the moan, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness that was making her aroused again already. And brought with it the desire, but not a need, to push. 

He cupped her cheek, running a lover's thumb across it. Using the smallest implication of force, he lifted her gaze so they could lock eyes. 

“It’s going to try and come out.” He told her. “It’s right there, between your legs.” Carter's smile became more genuine as memories of the drive thru played on repeat behind his eyes. He recalled this exact moment there, where he’d placed his hands, what he’d done while she pushed, the pleasures they both felt as a result. He wondered inwardly if such pleasures should be repeated, if Stacey’s body could handle even more erotic pleasure. His hand dropped from her cheek, and he pushed off the desk.

“Now, I could let it go smoothly.” He said, circling her. As he did, his fingertips graced along the exposed flesh of her belly and lower back. “But I think that would be too nice.” The gap between her shirt and skin spread as he slipped his hand up, middle finger finding every bump of her vertebrae. The shudder she gave in response fueled his own need for intimacy. He found her shoulder, giving it a squeeze as he leant in to whisper in her ear. “What do you think baby? Should I be nice? Or will you be naughty?”

Stacey was practically panting. The thrumming pressure combined with Carter’s teasing touches was deliciously intense. She could feel his warm breath on her sweat-dampened neck, the rough callouses on his hands as he glided up the smooth skin of back. 

“Mmmhh… I… I just wanna push Carter… I don’t care if I d-don’t make progress I just— oooohhh I want to feel… damn it’s right there!” Stacey groaned, her knuckles squeezing the edge of the desk, the fullness between her thighs was so tempting, calling at her to bear down. “P-please let me p-push properly.”  

Carter took his time to think on it. She did ask nicely, as he’d told her she must, and she was in what he remembered as the hottest part of the whole ordeal. The phone was stuffed into his pocket, the next alteration wouldn’t be till a very specific point was reached. So all his attention could be on the moment about to unfold.

“Ok.” He said, slipping a palm between her opening thighs. “Push for me…”

A sharp inhale, a minute adjustment of her legs, and then Stacey was pushing. A deep and forceful push, a productivepush. “Nnnnghhh!!!” Her teeth were bared, gritted, as all her efforts sank down through her pelvis. It felt so damn satisfying she sighed an enjoyable exhale at the end of the push before taking another deep breath and going again. 

Her husband’s hand was cupped between her legs, keeping her stance suitably wide, but crucially applying counterpressure through her tight leggings against her sensitive opening. Stacey found her hips dipping slightly, grinding and pressing down against his palm as she pushed again, feeling the baby move down while Carter’s hand pressed up as if to meet it. She was so beautifully full. So heavy and swollen and gravid and now pushing into her husband’s firm hand. It was exactly where she wanted this evening to go and was determined to enjoy every second of it. A low grunt of pure primal effort rattled from her throat as she beared down, feeling every tiny millimetre of progress, the baby sitting heavier against her labia and beginning to peak through with the push. 

The pressure against his hand increased, and the delight along with it. Her body was trying to open around the head, but with the size they’d set, even the added effort from her openly pushing was doing little to progress it. Even if it did start to poke out, Carter would simply have held firm. So many unmedicated births, and Stacey still shook when bearing down. Carter supposed that no matter how many children they had, her body would always react like this. That, was more than ok with him. 

“I can feel it.” He said, gently patting the solid mass bulging in her leggings. “It’s right there love, trying to escape.” Carter found her stomach again. “I think it’s safer in there, don’t you? Maybe we should try to hold back a bit, let this moment stretch.” As the words came, the contraction finally ebbed, and he emphasized by pressing firmly where the baby was descending. 

A whimpering sound rumbled behind Stacey’s closed mouth. When the contraction released her muscles stopped pushing and with the relaxation - along with Carter’s gentle nudge - the baby slipped back slightly. It was still undeniably there, just behind her skin, sitting heavy and oh so ready. 

“I forget… how intense this bit is.” She mumbled, catching her breath back. “When they are this close, but not quite crowning, it’s like— hmmmm…. It’s like nature takes over. My body working on pure instinct.” 

Slowly Stacey circled her hips, a tentative move to really feel just how low the ‘baby’ was nestled, to appreciate every ounce of fullness. Usually, with a real baby, there would be a sense of urgency and need to deliver quickly and safely. Especially once this point had been reached. But now, now there was no risk to an infant or Stacey. Right here and now was purely about pleasure and fantasy and exploration. Her husband’s choice of words echoed in her mind. Stretch. Yes, soon her body would be stretched thin around a baby. The implication behind Carter’s words was clear - this birth was going to be a long and slow progress. 

Slowly, Stacey righted her body, letting go of the desk to stand straighter. Somewhat. Carter’s hand stayed between her legs, reluctant to let go. 

“Yes, it’s definitely safer for them to stay inside a little longer.” Her words purred with emphasis. “You’re right. You’re the boss.” Stacey added, appealing to the dominant role Carter was so eager to play. “And…. Perhaps as the Boss, you should take a seat at your desk.” Her eyes twinkled with delight. 

“Mmm.” Carter hummed, weighing the prospect. A show would be nice, and with the tightness in his shorts, sitting would be preferred. The smallest application of pressure between her thighs before pulling it away was his answer. Revelling in the stifled yelp Stacey made, he distanced himself. 

“I think I will.” He said. The office chair had been pushed aside not long before. Upon first entering the room Carter had debated having Stacey sit in it while he leaned on the desk, watching her embrace the beautiful agony as the ‘baby’ emerged between her thighs, its gap shrunken by the leather of the chair and the gravidity of her womb. The mental image left him salivating. He pulled the chair forwards, sitting himself down facing her. The phone was on his lap, as was the obvious evidence that he was still in fact very in love with his wife. 

“I don’t think you should use the desk for the next few contractions honey.” He told her. Absently the phone was unlocked, and the settings opened. Not yet. Not just yet. Carter resisted the urge to enact his plan. They needed some more fun first. “Come here love.” His wife took a moment, gathering her strength he assumed. The second her hands left the desk, they were cradling her stomach, one reaching even further to that growing mass between her covered thighs. The devious side of him couldn’t help itself. As soon as she was standing in front of him, he smiled up at her. Carter, triggered a contraction.

“W-what?” She’d only had a moment to glance at the phone before the contraction hit full force. With no build up, Carter was able to watch her body alter. Stacey was forced to double over, and he caught her, placing her hands on his shoulders. The position left him with an eyeful of cleavage and a rock hard hanging belly. With those in front of him, he had to fight to keep eye contact with her.

“Push for me.” He said. “I won’t stop you…”

But Stacey was already bearing down. The choice wasn’t hers to make anymore. Immediately her legs trembled and widened, her fingers squeezing Carter’s shoulders, and a deep primal force squeezed deliriously low. The whimpering groan in her throat transformed into a grunting sound of effort. 

With how low the ‘baby’ was in her pelvis, the absurd width of her gait, she was practically standing over Carter's legs, bent forward at the hip as she braced against him during this intense contraction. Their faces were mere centimetres apart, both flushed and heavy breathing for entirely different reasons. Stacey’s mouth hung open with another push, eerily silent this time as she bore down with such focus she lost herself for a moment. The pressure was growing between her thighs, that firm and heavy weight slowly parting her body open more and more and more. She could feel every iota of progress happening beneath those tight black leggings, the skull of the ‘baby’ bulging and retreating with each individual push. After four kids already, every second was familiar, her body knew exactly what to do. It also recognised every slight change of sensations and she gasped at the end of a forceful push. 

“Ughhh… c-crowning… oh god….mmmmmh…” Stacey moaned with a wobbling tone of pain and pleasure. 

Carter knew she was telling the truth, Stacey’s experience was not in question. However, that didn’t prevent Carters hand from finding the evidence of that crown. His eyebrows rose slightly as he realized just how big the ‘baby’s’ head was. It was one thing to see the measurements on the app, but feeling how completely it filled his palm was a whole other experience.

“Good girl.” He told her, patting the bulge as if it too deserved praise. “Don’t let it slip back in, you’ve made so much progress.” She was finally there, the stage where she was at her most beautiful. The concern was empty, there was no chance of the ‘baby’ slipping back in. Carter enacted his plan, the role he played and his own desire for what happened folding in to become one thought. The phone screen was back to the control, where only a little while ago he’d reset her progress as punishment. What he was planning now was no punishment, it was ultimate pleasure. A single toggle, and the ‘baby’ ceased to move. No progress, no loss, its head was trapped at a full crown. 

“There.” He told her. “Now it won't slip back in. But, it’s not coming out either.” 

She looked confused, or simply exhausted, Carter had a hard time differentiating. Stacey was still panting as her body recovered. He felt the trembling in her fingers, and saw the shaking of her thighs. A full crown, trapped until he changed it. He sat the phone aside, bringing both his hands to her belly.

“See, I was thinking.” He spoke slowly, letting each word sink in as Stacey battled her body’s needs. “We had sex, a few times… we both had our fun and finished together. But then, just a few minutes ago, you finished, without your husband.” His grin grew wolfish. “I don’t know if it’s fair to be uneven in that, do you?”

Stacey shook her head, unable to speak, panting through the sheer fact a large ‘baby’ was at a full crown between her legs. She knew Carter wasn’t asking for penetrative sex, his hand cupping the bulge beneath her leggings meant he knew that was not physically possible. Her eyes dropped from his face, seeing the strained fabric of his trousers that were tented to the ceiling. She wanted to hold him, to bring him as much pleasure as she was feeling, but damn with the baby where it was she was hesitant to let go of his shoulders. 

The app might have changed settings, preventing any progress from happening, but that certainly did not alter what she felt on a deep and primal level. The instinct to drop into a squat and push, no matter how pointless, was oh so tempting. With a trembling hand, Stacey let go of one of Carter’s shoulders and reached for his waistband. Immediately her knees began to shake and she whimpered against the urge to push. 

The elastic band was pulled away with ease, as was that of the underwear he wore beneath. He was at attention already, and had been for some time, leaving no need for any foreplay or teasing. He shuddered, as her fingers wrapped around him, shocks of pleasure echoing through him. 

“That’s it, Stace.” He said, keeping his palm firm against the bulge while the other rose to her cheek. She began to move, her hand making the necessary motions to give him a much needed release. His thumb probed for her most sensitive spot where it was stretched to the max around the head. He brushed against it, only then noticing her legs shaking. He excused it as her own pleasure growing from the intimacy of the moment. “That’s my girl.”

She tried to focus, to listen to the gravelled sounds of her husband’s enjoyment, concentrating on her hands as they glided up and down his length. Then his thumb ghosted her clit and she shuddered, his touch prompting a sudden contraction. 

“Ohhhh… Carter…. This-might— not be a good— idea…” she breathed heavily. 

The pressure between her wide legs was intoxicating and forceful, her body stretched thin and on edge, Stacey barely managed to hold back the instinct to bear down. She had one hand braced against his shoulder while the other worked on Carter’s erection, all the while her belly was an iron sphere that was contracting so hard and begging for her to push. Stacey couldn’t help but clench both her fists a little firmer unconsciously. 

The firmer grip only seemed to invigorate him more. His chest was rising and falling with speed, each pump bringing him closer and closer to the edge of climax. This wasn’t a typical vice of theirs, but dammit he was enjoying it. He brought his index finger to her lips, still too immersed into the role to actually take in the weight of her words and look. She was just playing the part, and doing incredibly good. His lust filled gaze met hers, and he felt the beginnings of his body’s crest over the peak. He pressed harder against her clit, lost in the moment and unable to comprehend the gravity of such an action. 

“Don’t worry.” He said, struggling to keep his voice level. “This is perfect.” 

“B-but.” 

Carter leant in to kiss her, the only sure way to prevent anything more from escaping her lips. He felt her pace quicken, and their tongues began a dance within their mouths. He grabbed her breast, closing his eyes as the two of them enjoyed the moment. He was so close, so very nearly able to release the pent up pressure within his loins. She was holding him a little tighter now, and he couldn’t help wondering in what way she was playing her role. Her jaw quivered against his, a sharp exhale of breath into his mouth. She was no longer pumping, she was simply standing, breathing. 

“O-oh. Ohhh!” She groaned. He knew that noise, more specifically, he knew what came immediately after.

His eyes opened, only to see hers shut tight, teeth clenched. A fraction of a second later, pain hit him and he was forced to cry out in alarm. Her knuckles were white around his shaft, squeezing it with such ferocity that any thoughts of pleasure or even roleplay disappeared in an instant. 

“Stacey?! Ah! Stacey!”

“Can’t. Stop!” She grunted, words barely forming as her growls of effort tried to force the baby out.

He quit fondling her breast, and tried desperately to loosen the vice on his erection. Her stomach was shrunken, this contraction far more intense than what he’d ever set. Any chance of the analytical side of his mind figuring out if there was something going on with the app was squashed along with his manhood under his wife’s grip. He tried to apply counter pressure to the baby’s head, hoping that it might get her to relax, but what he felt as pressure was applied made his eyes widen. Despite the app pausing the progress, and despite her body being stretched to its limit, the head was shifting, her primal efforts combined with her body’s need to expel the child within actually overwrote the programming of the app. She was making progress, the bulge in her leggings moving millimeter by millimeter.

“Stacey! Stop pushing!” He hissed. Her grip couldn’t be loosened, and he could only imagine how much worse it’d get if she kept going.

“It’s— it’s coming out—!” She gasped, unable to stop the actions of Mother Nature. 

The contraction was a tsunami of pressure. There was no fighting or denying it, all Stacey could do was ride it out. But her hand was wrapped around her husband’s appendage when the wave struck, rooting her to the spot, unable to move or loosen her grip or do anything besides push. Carter’s noises of agony shocked her, it matched the fiery pain between her legs. With her eyes closed she couldn’t see what was happening, or even think beyond the realm of her own existence. The only thought in her mind was to push. And push hard. 

Carter desperately reached for the phone. With the contraction only worsening, there was no way for her to finally let go until it was over. He grabbed it, opening the app with speed and quickly hitting the button to cancel the contraction. He heard Stacey gasp, and felt her weight press on him as the peaked contraction ended as fast as it had begun. 

“Easy.” He encouraged, pain still in his voice. “Easy…” Carter rubbed her stomach, already able to tell that she was recovering simply from how her breathing was normalizing.

The contraction ended but the throbbing pressure of the full crown lingered. It took quite a few breaths to fade to a point where she could speak or move. 

“I know that one was rough, and I hate to kill the mood but… d-do you mind loosening your grip a bit baby?” He looked down at his shaft, all the blood practically choked out of it. “I don’t think a vasectomy was in the plans for tonight.”

“Oh…. Oh my god Carter…” Stacey stuttered, finally realising the full effect of what just happened. Immediately her fingers loosened, her hand pulling away quickly. “Shit. I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to, I just…. that contraction was insane.” She felt so guilty, accidentally nearly castrating her husband was certainly not how they wanted the evening to go. 

“I couldn’t stop pushing, everything just got so… primal or something.” She was still panting heavily, her legs still bent wide over his lap, miraculously the crown between her legs momentarily forgotten with her worry for Carter’s well being. “Are you okay honey?” 

“I’m ok, Stace.” Carter couldn’t help the chuckle that came. This was all so ridiculous, and clearly they’d been so caught up in the moment that consequences of their actions became moot in their minds. “Just want to make sure I can give you a real baby when the time comes.” He made a show of checking to make sure that he was still in possession of his appendage, then tucked it away into his pants. As soon as it was away and safe from Stacey’s frankly frightening grip strength, he returned his attention to her.

“Seriously, it’s ok.” He smiled. To show her that he was in fact fine, he leaned in and kissed her. “No hard feelings. Well, besides down there.”  

Her worried expression formed a slight smirk. Playfully she pushed at his shoulders, stepping back ever so slightly and straightening up. “Carter! I was really worried, I thought I’d hurt you.” Relief flooded her heart. Not only did she not want her husband to be injured, but she too was thinking of future real babies to add to their brood. Neither of them wanted that to be taken off the cards. 

The unplanned ending to Carter’s hand-job really took the pair out of the moment, fantasy having been quickly swept aside. But their evening wasn’t over; Stacey was still fully crowned with this simulated baby. A fact her body was all too eager to remind them both. 

As her womb clenched abruptly again, in spite of the app’s settings, she spun around to brace the desk edge. “Oooohhhh… this.. this baby wants out… Carter….” She moaned deeply, leaning forward, giving an impromptu perfect view of her backside for her sitting husband. 

“Shit, ok, ok we got this.” The roleplay was gone, the pure sexual bliss along with it. But they remained, a couple who found more joy in these kinds of moments than anyone could have dreamed. The app was forgotten, and it was like they were trying to deliver one of their own children again. Carter took hold of her hips, appreciating the view for a moment. Thumbs dug into her flesh, massaging in the exact spots he knew would count. The head was right there, her leggings left nothing to the imagination. 

“No more holding back Stace.” His tone was that of a husband and father, encouragement dripping from each word with ease. “I want you to push for me ok? I’m right here, you know what to do.” 

“R-really-? I can p-push?” Stacey’s words were barely cohesive through the desperate panting she was making. With how the last contraction had gone she was doing her damndest to hold back, not to let her body give in to the primal surge to deliver. 

“No more roleplaying honey. Let’s get this baby out.”

With a shaky inhale, Stacey gripped the desk edge and spread her feet wider on the floor, opening her pelvis that necessary fraction more. She was silent at first with the pushing, then louder and louder the grunting strain of effort rattled her throat. It was right there, so fucking close and stretching her beyond anything she remembered. Carter’s hands pressed against each ass cheek, blissful counterpressure for her widening hips. One…two…pushes, each one bringing progress but seemingly not enough for the head to fully come out. The leggings. Damn it. 

Stacey groaned, frustrated, and took a long deep breath. This time her whole body shook with effort as she bore down with a fierce goddess like energy. Suddenly the head burst free into the gusset of her leggings and she cried out with sheer relief and slumped over the desk with exhaustion. 

He saw it coming, Stacey’s elbows rested on the desk as the head burst from between her legs. Her leggings were stretched thin, the fabric nearly allowing him to actually see the artificial baby through it. Before the inevitable occurred, Carter scooted forwards in the chair, bumping into the back of her knees with his. It took her by surprise, but in one fluid motion his wife had gone from standing precariously on the verge of collapse, to sitting in his lap, legs spread wide.

“Hey there pretty lady.” He said, wrapping an arm around her gravid body to make sure she wouldn’t slip off of him. “There’s a baby hanging between your legs, love.” The baby wasn’t real, none of this really was, but even so Carter felt the sting of emotions at the idea that they’d have another baby in their arms soon. Gingerly, he took hold of her hand, and reached it down between her quaking thighs. “Right there Stacey. It’s right there.” His thumb caressed her hand as they both touched the head. 

Her chest was heaving, trying to catch her breath back. It was difficult to reach around her still present bump but Carter’s warm hands ensured they reached the destination. Beneath the stretched jersey there was an incredibly large sphere between her legs. “It’s… it’s huge….” She laughed through her heavy breathing. “I didn’t think I selected too large a baby but this… this head feels bigger than any of our kids.” 

Stacey felt safe and at home in her husband’s arms, comfortable and familiar, albeit with a ‘baby’ half born from her body. Arguably that was an accurate reflection on the couple's lives. Her head tilted back, turning to nuzzle his chest and neck, inhaling him. Their hands stayed between her legs as she mumbled with quiet content. “Shoulders… starting to… press down…” 

“Perfect timing.” He told her, his smile making the whisker on his cheek brush against the skin of her forehead. “How about we try one last little enjoyment with this?” He let go of her hand just enough to tug on her leggings. There was no way to remove them currently, not that either of them wanted that anyways. He simply pulled them to the side, allowing the baby’s head to rest to the right, giving an easier path rather than directly into the seam.

“Think you can pant the baby out? You did all the hard work getting the head, relax yourself, the hard part is over.” He planted a kiss on her temple. He couldn’t help thinking that this was more intimate a moment than any other they’d had today.

“Mmmmmh…. I can try…. Hooo okay… here it comes…” Stacey swallowed, readying herself as much as she could. Without any input from the phone, which was long discarded, her body squeezed familiarly. Muscles tensing and contracting, clenching around the rest of the ‘baby’ that was nestled in the birth canal. Naturally her hips began to rock in time with the rhythmic spasms of her body, soft moans through breathy exhales erupting from her chest. 

“Uhhhh… ohhhh I can feel it babe! Oooohh I’m not pushing but it’s moving down… ohhh god….” Stacey’s breath got quicker as one shoulder stretched her sensitive opening, the temptation to push with the pressure was enticing but apparently not necessary as she jolted slightly when the first shoulder slipped free. 

“You’ve got it!” Carter moved her hand, bringing it to the side where the second shoulder was emerging. Even without being able to see, he knew exactly how it looked. The head, sliding along her thigh, stretching her leggings as the shoulders pushed out behind it. With a gentle nudge, he pressed against the baby, just enough to have the second shoulder pop loose. He felt her jump, and a second later the relieved exhale that came from the biggest ordeal a woman could face drawing to a close. The ‘baby’ slipped out, filling her pant leg and leaving them both awestruck.

“Holy shit.” Carter muttered, half chuckling, half crying. “We just had another baby.” Instinct fought him, a need to check on the wellbeing of the newborn. Such instincts melted away as two things happened. Carter watched, as Stacey’s stomach began to deflate, becoming the same as it had been only this morning. As unsettling a sight that was, it was nothing compared to the next. The ‘baby’, which had not made a sound upon coming into the world, simply began to shrink. “Holy shit…” The words were quiet, his brain having trouble processing such a thing.

Stacey’s hands went between her legs automatically. By the time they got there the ‘baby’ had shrunk so much there wasn’t much more than a tennis ball size shape behind her leggings and that promptly disappeared. All that effort, all that straining and pushing, and there was nothing there. This was a stark difference for the mother of four. 

As if a switch clicked in her mind Stacey pulled at the waistband of her leggings and her hands dived into her panties. She slowly pulled it back out with a tiny pill placed between her index and thumb. “That happened… that happened quicker than I expected. To be honest, I didn’t read up much about what happened after, got too carried away with the pregnancy and birth instructions.” 

She lifted to their eyeline. It was the first time Carter actually saw the pill for what it was, Stacey had inserted it before he’d got home from work. “It’s crazy that this one pill… could do all of that.” She said in quiet awe. Her breathing was slowly coming back to normal, her stomach returned to its usual slightly rounded shape. Her husband was quiet behind her. “Are you okay?” 

“More than ok.” He said. “We got a little carried away eh?” He laughed, holding her tight to him. He felt like he could sleep for days, and if that was how he felt, he could only imagine how exhausted she was. They remained in the chair for a while longer, not daring to seperate after such an ordeal. If he was honest, not having a newborn to cuddle with after the birth was a disappointment, but such feelings would ebb as soon as the kids were home. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his wife.

“I think the app has a few glitches.” He told her after a while being quiet. “I’m excited to see what others we might be able to find. Maybe later tonight…” Carter traced his finger across her stomach. “We can test out that twins option?”

The midwife Kenzie was all set to deliver the baby right in their home. The living room had been taken over by the yoga ball, birthing pool and newborn supplies. 

“Mmmh Sarah? You wanna watch a movie with me?” Tracy asked, rubbing her large swollen belly. The baby was measuring in the 95th percentile, taking up every inch of her womb. 

Tracy had always been a curvy girl, her breasts were definitely on the larger side now. She was about 5”3 with curly brunette hair, green eyes, and olive skin due to Italian heritage. From what Tracy remembers, this baby’s father was Italian as well.

She had been rubbing cream on her big tummy every night but still had two stubborn stretch marks. Ehh, at least my kid’s big and strong. Although her baby was large, she wasn’t necessarily scared of giving birth. Tracy actually couldn’t wait since she was pretty over being pregnant these days. Her back ached more with each passing day, her feet were swollen, plus it was ninety degrees outside. Ready when you are baby boy. She thought to herself. 

A voice echoed from the kitchen. “Sure!” Sarah shouted from the other room, answering Tracy’s question about watching a movie. “What did you have in mind?” 

With the summer heat their old rental house wasn’t great, the warm air almost trapped inside the walls and the AC wasn’t functional at the best of times. If Sarah was too warm and she couldn’t imagine what it was like for her heavily pregnant roommate. To help cool them off Sarah was preparing some iced tea and an array of snacks - fruit slices, crisps, and ice cream. They didn’t have plans today and Tracy was too exhausted and pregnant to go out, so the women figured they’d have a nice chill day on the couch. 

Walking into the living room Sarah smiled seeing her best friend sitting there in her navy sundress and rubbing her bump affectionately. Tracy was absolutely gorgeous, so feminine and curvy, significantly more so during her pregnancy. Sarah however, was rather slim, not much in the hips or breasts department, damn genetics. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to the mother-to-be, her shape and curves was something Sarah longed for. She thought she would develop boobs during puberty but never did; her body pretty much went straight up and down. As a way of showing her femininity, Sarah had long ash-blonde hair but with the heat it was partially twirled up in a messy bun, her slim frame wearing just baggy shorts and a casual spaghetti trap tee. 

“How’s he doing?” Sarah asked, nodding to the bump that sat heavily over Tracy’s thighs. 

Sarah placed the tray of snacks and drinks onto the table in front of the couch, then immediately picked up a tumbler of ice tea, complete with a metal straw, and handed it to her friend as she sat down beside her. “Thought you could use a cool drink and some snacks.” 

Sitting so close Sarah’s hand naturally went to Tracy’s bump, running gently over its curve and she felt the familiar movement beneath her skin, baby boy’s feet pressing up against her palm.

At the sight of the tray of goodies, Tracy’s mouth starts watering almost immediately. “Mmh thanks,” she hums, taking a few long sips of iced tea. “He’s getting bigger by the second Sarah, I swear.” She lets out a little whine. Of course Tracy was grateful for having this unexpected baby, he certainly wasn’t in any plans but she loved him all the same. She truly couldn’t wait to be a mother. Kinda feels like Sarah’s in this with me too. Tracy thinks to herself. 

The feel of Sarah’s hand caressing her bump was magical, like it was always meant to rest there. “You’re so good to me,” Tracy puts a hand over Sarah’s and smiles, “I really am so lucky to have you through all of this.” She says, trying not to get too deep, though it was hard to resist as she looked into Sarah’s gorgeous eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” Tracy felt a blush rise up in her cheeks, one that had nothing to do with pregnancy or the heat. 

The mother-to-be clears her throat, breaking the moment of sexual tension. “I’m thinking a comedy? If I laugh enough, maybe I’ll get some contractions going here.” She winks at Sarah teasingly. “How about a classic Adam Sandler movie? Or maybe something with Will Ferrell?” Tracy suggests, blowing out a breath at another damn Braxton hicks contraction. 

Her belly tightens like a drum under their hands, the pressure in her lower back becoming unbearable for more than a few seconds before it passes. “Hhhooo easy there buddy boy.” Tracy breathes, slowly caresses her bump.

“Mmh… your body sure does like to practice doesn’t it.” Sarah muses with a comforting soothing voice, observing the way the bump hardens beneath her fingers. The last few weeks Tracy had been plagued with braxton hicks. Both women panicked at first thinking it was go-time, but Kenzie was very lovely when she told them it was simply Tracy’s body practicing for the main event. Now, neither of them worried at how much Tracy’s belly tensed and relaxed. “Nice and easy Trace, breathe through it. You got it.” 

The mother-to-be relaxed beside Sarah when it was over, sinking further into the worn cushions of their second-hand couch. Sarah’s hand stayed on her friend’s belly, she had no reason to keep it there, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to break contact. 

“Of course I was going to be here for you. I’ve said it thousands of times, you’re my best friend and you’re having a baby, like hell were you going to do this alone.” She lifts her free arm over the back of the couch, wrapping around her friend’s shoulders to give a hug. “I know this wasn’t in your Big Life Plans Tracy, but you’re going to make an excellent mother. And I’m so glad you chose me to be there for you through it all.” 

Sarah placed a soft kiss to the side of Tracy’s head. A small sign of affection, of close friends, but she couldn’t deny there was something more behind the gesture. Getting to be with Tracy through this life-changing process was an honour and a privilege. Getting to witness the incredible changes of her body, how it prepared and nurtured the little life in her womb. Honestly, women were amazing, Sarah thought. 

“Let’s get the film started then, see if we can laugh this little guy outta you.”

Tracy relaxed further into her best friend’s arm, putting her feet up on the pillow on the coffee table. “Mmh sounds like a plan.” She smirks, still reeling from the kiss on the side of her head. Tracy had never been with a woman before, not in any romantic way, but just couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Sarah was gorgeous, slim but soft in the right places. They certainly couldn’t share bras but Tracy had caught sight of Sarah in the shower once and she was a freaking vision. Her hair reminded Tracy of the sun, as did her personality. God, am I falling for my best friend?

The movie starts, Tracy tries to focus, but between Sarah’s arm around her and the occasional Braxton hicks, she was not following the plot. Shifting over a little, Tracy turns her head to find Sarah already looking at her. 

If you asked them later, they wouldn’t be able to tell who leaned into who, but seconds after the women locked eyes, they locked lips. Tracy’s whole body tingled, lips moving with more passion than a pregnant woman should have. 

“Mmhhh Sarah,” Tracy hums cupping a hand on the back of Sarah’s neck gently, her round belly pressing into Sarah’s flat one. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She says honestly, a hand moving to tuck her friend’s blonde hair behind her ear. Tracy tries to gauge a reaction to the kiss while also managing her raging pregnancy hormones that tell her to take their clothes off.

During the kiss Sarah had moved her hand without conscious thought, over the fullness of Tracy’s belly and around her waist, pulling her close as their lips touched. The feel of her roommate’s hand on the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine, and then Tracy moaned. She moaned Sarah’s name, making her freeze, in shock. 

Staring at her friend, Sarah wondered if the kiss was a good or bad thing. Tracy was pregnant, she was her best friend. Had I ruined everything by kissing her? But then Tracy had spoken again, cheeks flushed with a smile on her lips. 

“Y-you’ve wanted to do— oh Trace, I had no idea. I had no idea you felt it too…” Sarah’s words were quiet and stuttered, lost in the way Tracy’s eyes were looking directly at her lips. “But… you’re pregnant. You’re about to become a mum. Is this… a good idea? I mean… I want to, I really do. But I didn’t want to tell you how I felt, didn’t want to add to your stress levels or risk ruining our friendship.” 

The words fell out if Sarah’s mouth with barely any semblance of thought. As if the kiss had opened the door to something she’d tried but failed to close. Over the course of the pregnancy the pair had grown closer and closer, that was undeniable. At first Sarah thought her appreciation of Tracy’s changing body was simply awe of what the female form was capable of. But as her friend’s curves expanded, her figure fuller and rounded, Sarah slowly began to realise she didn’t want to be Tracy but she wanted to be with Tracy. 

The film continued to play in the background but neither of them could pay any attention, all focus was on the narrow space between the women and the nervous rising and falling of their chests.

Tracy breaks the silence, relieved to hear her own worries and desires mirrored in exactly what her roommate seemed to be feeling. “I figured you wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with a big ole pregnant lady.” She chuckles. “My body has changed so much and. . . I guess I was feeling a little self conscious.” Tracy admits softly, looking down at her belly. 

“I’m so happy he’s coming, that I’m becoming a mom. It’s just a lot of ask someone to deal with so early in a relationship.” Tracy’s laugh didn’t hide the intensity and nervousness as she locked eyes with her friend. “These past few months you’ve been here for me though. . . My attraction grew and I just. . . I guess I couldn’t hold back anymore.” 

You still can’t Tracy, stop with the word vomit, she chastised herself. 

“Maybe we can just. . . Take it slow and explore this,” Needing a distraction from the painful ache in her lower back Tracy leans over and kisses Sarah again. Her roommate’s soft lips pull focus away from Tracy’s aching hips that feel like they’re separating. Easy kid, your mom’s trying to work some game here.

Sarah melted into the kiss, so soft and gentle, so different to anyone she had kissed before. On hearing Tracy’s erratic and nervous rambling, knowing they both were feeling the same mix of emotions, made Sarah relax into the change of events.  “Mmmm… T-Tracy… are you s-sure?” Sarah asked, in between kisses and heavy breathing.

“Mmmh I’m sure. . . If you’re sure.” Tracy smiles, seeing the look in Sarah’s eyes that confirms they’re on the same page. 

It was hard to miss that Tracy was doing the majority of the leaning into the kiss, but her bump was heavy and full between them and they weren’t exactly at a good angle to face each other - having initially sat down facing the tv. If only Sarah were stronger or more muscular, she’d have lifted her gorgeous friend. She wanted to hold her, to wrap her arms around every inch of Tracy’s beautiful pregnant shape. Instead, her hand travelled down the curves of Tracy’s body, caressing the bump before taking a risk. Swiftly, Sarah’s hand cupped the brunette’s right breast, giving a gentle squeeze through the fabric of the navy sundress. She knew how sensitive they were, boobs so full of milk for her impending child, so Sarah took great care to be delicate and careful with the movement. 

“Is that okay?” She asked a little hesitantly, wanting to check Tracy was alright.

The response from the mother-to-be was a soft moan. Tracy’s breasts had been so sensitive lately but Sarah’s hand gave just the right amount of pressure. “Mmmh it’s more than okay,” Tracy then turns towards her friend before making a bold move herself. Shifting up onto her knees Tracy lifts one leg up and over, straddling Sarah’s lap. Her big belly an ever known presence between the pair, heavy and full of life. 

“Is this okay?” She asks, unable to stop her lips from trailing down Sarah’s soft neck. The position surprisingly wasn’t hell on her back, however she still felt a lingering ache. This baby’s big Tracy, what do you expect?

Instinctively Sarah’s hands went to Tracy’s hips, steadying her pregnant friend as she settled her knees either side of Sarah’s thighs. “Whoa…okay. Mmmhh oh Trace you are…. gorgeous.” She hummed, her hands exploring Tracy’s voluptuous curves while her roommate peppered her neck with soft kisses. 

The weight of Tracy’s pregnant belly against her slim frame felt heavenly. Its size and shape, so firm and perfect and absolutely bursting with life as it pressed against her flat stomach, almost pushing the thinner woman deeper into the couch cushions. While Tracy curled over the bump to kiss her neck, Sarah’s hands held and squeezed her pregnant friend’s hips - both as support but also in Sarah’s own desperate way to hold her close. 

“You feel so good Sarah. . . You have no idea how much I want you.” Tracy purred, biting her lip and moving her hand up Sarah’s waist to her smaller breast, cupping it and gently squeezing the nipple through the blonde’s thin shirt.

Sarah gasped, arching backwards. “Oooohhh Tracy!” Letting go momentarily on Tracy's hips, Sarah’s hands slid down her thighs before going back up, this time holding Tracy’s hips under the navy fabric of her sundress. Her fingers gliding along her friend’s soft skin and grazing the lace trim of the mother-to-be’s underwear. Sarah felt Tracy rocking slightly, hips swaying between her hands, but she wasn’t sure if it was enjoyment or perhaps from discomfort. 

“Are you alright? I know baby has been nestled really quite low lately... is this erm, a good position for you?” Sarah asked with concern. 

“Mmhh I’m great, it actually feels good to have my hips like this,” Tracy reassured with a smirk. Her hips had been so sore today, feeling like they were almost splitting apart. One would think this position would be uncomfortable but it was just the opposite. She pulls back a bit, looking at her belly. “He is quite low, isn’t he?” She can't help but giggle. “Honestly, I’m comfortable if you are, gorgeous.” Tracy confirms, brushing some of Sarah’s loose blonde hair away from her eyes. 

She had such trouble focusing when she looked into her friend’s green eyes, like a damn siren pulling her in. Between that and hormones, Tracy found her hands moving to the skirt of her dress, slowly pulling it over her head. She gives Sarah time to protest, but when she doesn’t, Tracy lets the garment fall to the ground. 

Her heavy belly was an orb of life between them, her skin so soft and smooth thanks to stretch mark lotion. Remembering she’s not wearing a bra, it was too cumbersome to deal with this late in pregnancy, Tracy blushes slightly. Her large full breasts on display, nipples hardened with arousal. 

“I. . . I hope that wasn’t too forward. . .” She bites her lip nervously, trying to gauge Sarah’s reaction. Thinking about that distracts from the sudden ache she felt in her lower belly, muscles clenching tightly around her womb. Damn Braxton Hicks.

Sarah’s jaw fell open taking in the sight of her topless heavily pregnant friend. Warm olive skin, stretched and full, her beautiful belly and… wow… 

“I don’t think I fully appreciated just how much your breasts had swelled in pregnancy….” She muttered, eyes drawn to Tracy’s dark and insanely large areola’s. “Shit… didn’t mean to say that aloud.” She giggled and blushed. 

Sarah’s hands squeeze Tracy’s wide hips, keeping her ass steady and supported on her knees. With the gravid shape of her belly Tracy’s underwear was almost completely hidden, but Sarah’s fingers brushed the hidden cotton side seams that clung and dug into the flesh of her friend’s hips. The way Tracy was kneeling and how Sarah was slumped slightly on the couch, meant her eyes were level with her friend’s engorged chest. Sarah’s mouth dried, jaw open, and a stirring in her belly dictated the next move. 

Keeping hold of her hips, Sarah leant forward and kissed the very top curve of each breast. Just above the nipple. Tracy smelt phenomenal. Slowly her lips danced from side to side, caressing each and every inch of the brunette’s sensitive bosom.

Giggling and moaning, Tracy blushes at the fact Sarah enjoys her breasts so much. “Mmmh I like hearing you say stuff like that,” She says honestly. “I like saying stuff like that too. . . You have no idea how sexy you are Sarah.” Tracy’s hands move to the hem of Sarah’s thin shirt, a question in her eyes. She hesitates a moment before quickly stripping it off. 

They had different body types for sure but her friend’s soft sleek body was no less gorgeous than her own curves. “Fuck. . . You’re incredible.” Tracy leans down to capture Sarah’s lips again, her belly pressing into her friend once more. She never thought she’d be this sexually forward so late in pregnancy but here they were. “Can. . . we go into my room?” She whispers, breathing a little heavier from their passionate kissing. 

As if to confirm her intentions Tracy’s hands move up Sarah’s now-naked torso and cups her smaller breasts, fingers teasing the hardened nipples there. “I want you sweetheart.” She husks, the endearment falling right out of her mouth.

Sarah shudders, gasping a little, both at her racing heart but also the weight of Tracy’s bump pressing her right back into the couch. 

“Oh yes… It’ll be more comfier for you… of course.” Her brain short-circuited, focusing on her friend and her comfort, completely missing the signal of why Tracy wanted to move to the bedroom. “Ohhhhh….” The penny drops. 

Sitting up on the couch Sarah’s hands move and cradle Tracy’s lower back, keeping her supported - she was a little worried she’d topple backwards off her lap. “A-are you sure Tracy? We don’t have to… I- I wouldn’t want us to do anything that might make you uncomfortable. Can you even….” Her eyebrows raise in an unspoken question. “…is it safe in your condition?” 

As much as Sarah had dived into all things pregnancy since they discovered Tracy was expecting, her mind was drawing a complete blank on what was recommended when it came to sex during late-term pregnancy. She didn’t want to put her best friend under any strain or stress. And in all honesty, she’d never been with a woman before either so this was all uncharted territory. 

The mother-to-be’s answer came in the form of movement, climbing off of Sarah’s lap with surprising ease for someone with a baby nestled in their hips, and took her hand with a smirk.

“I’m sure if you are,” Tracy caresses her belly once standing, a gleam in her eye. “It’ll be new for both of us but I’m gonna be out of commission soon,” She winces a little, feeling a rough kick. Wait, tightening and a kick?

“I’d like to explore this before I’m all sleep deprived and covered in baby spit up.” Tracy smirks, taking Sarah’s hand and slowly leading them to the bedroom. 

It doesn’t take much, both women caught up in finally acting upon their hidden desires. They find themselves at Tracy’s bed, lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Tracy still had her panties on but she wanted to get Sarah’s pants off. Sue me, she’s gorgeous.

Tracy’s heart races as she starts to push down the waistband, her belly pressed against her friend as they moan into each other’s mouths. She couldn’t believe this was finally happening but also couldn’t believe how natural it felt. It was like they were supposed to be together in this way all along.

The touch of Tracy’s warm hands on her bare skin sent bolts of electricity through Sarah’s veins. She moved her own hands, glided over every inch of her pregnant friend that she could reach, pulling her close while her tongue danced deeper into Tracy’s mouth. 

“Mmmmh… Trace…. This is crazy… but damn… so good.” She hums against the other woman’s lips. One hand was wrapped behind Tracy’s neck, fingering her curled hair, while the other stayed on her plump hip. She felt Tracy’s hand travel lower, reaching around her belly to find Sarah’s underwear and slipping her hand inside the thick elastic of her cotton boxer-short style panties. 

The breath left Sarah’s lungs with a shaky exhale, fingers curling in Tracy’s thick locks of hair. There was no doubt of her attraction when Tracy felt the dampness between her legs. Sarah gasped, pulling her roommate close. She couldn’t get enough, she needed Tracy, every inch of her pregnant form against her skin. Sarah’s mouth opened, kissing deeper as Tracy’s fingers danced beneath her clothes and then, Sarah nearly bit Tracy’s bottom lip when her best friend slipped her fingers inside. “Oh god—”

Tracy had never felt so aroused, assuming that’s part of what’s causing the incessant tightening in her lower back. She gasps, both from Sarah’s passionate kisses and from the pain moving slowly around to her belly, squeezing around the life inside of there. Easy baby boy.

The need to be with her roommate was strong and once Tracy felt how wet Sarah was, it was game over. They slowly strip off the rest of their clothes, lying atop the soft comforter of the bed. “Mmmhhh oh god. . . Sarah. . .” Tracy pants, lying on her side so her big belly was resting between them. 

Tracy’s hands knot in the blonde’s silky hair, pulling her closer. When she pulls away from the kiss, it’s only to lean her head down and take Sarah’s firm nipple into her mouth, licking around it and hoping she enjoyed it. “Mmhhhh. . .” One hand moved between their bodies and Tracy pushed two fingers inside again, this time focusing a thumb on Sarah’s clit. 

“This okay love?” She breathes heavily, not really sure if she could stop but knowing she would if asked.

“Y-Yes… god yes.” Sarah gasped, arching her spine as her best friend’s fingers plunged deep, her beautiful expert thumb landing in the most perfect place. 

She felt almost helpless beside Tracy, wanting to pleasure her as well, but her roommates' hands were busy making her see stars. Sarah’s head lowered, nestled into the frazzled nest of Tracy’s hair as the brunette licked her nipples. Taking a deep breath she inhaled the sweet apple scent of Tracy’s shampoo, combined with the unique smell that was just… her. 

Sarah shifted closer, pressing her bare skin against Tracy’s. The hand between her thighs just kept circling, moving in and out gently as Tracy’s thumb danced over her clit. She could feel the swollen belly against her torso, its shape so firm, hard, and heavy with child, it made her dizzy. Sarah should be the one making her tired and exhausted friend feel incredible, but she was completely lost to the pleasure and the feeling of the beautiful pregnant body against her skin. 

“T-Tr-Tracy—” she gasped, feeling her walls clamp around Tracy’s fingers. Sarah trembled on the edge of release. Somehow her leg went in the air, giving her roommate better access between her thighs, and then her foot hooked over Tracy’s leg and abruptly pulled her closer. Arms and legs entwined, she needed her against her body, as close as physically possible. Sarah heard her friend gasp at the sudden movement that dragged Tracy right up against her quaking body. “I’m…. I’m gonna….” was all she could gasp as she hurdled straight over that cliff edge of pleasure.

Tracy’s warm eyes were focused, watching her friend’s flutter in ecstasy. She had done a lot of self pleasure over the past few months which evidently was paying off. Any nerves Tracy had of being with a woman for the first time were being squashed based on her roommate’s encouraging reaction. 

“Mmhhh that’s it Sarah…” Tracy purred. She felt the tightening in her belly come back again, though Sarah was probably too busy orgasming to notice. “Oohhhhh cum baby… cum for me.” 

Tracy’s lips kiss along Sarah's neck as she increases the pressure on her clit. The mother-to-be winces, face tucked into Sarah’s neck, knowing without a doubt she just had a contraction. Labor can take forever, enjoy this while you can, she thinks to herself, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

Hey I know we just connected romantically for the first time but uhh my baby’s coming - yeah that would definitely kill the heated atmosphere in the room. 

Shaking her head, the contraction dying down for now, Tracy asks “Mmmhh you okay?” She pulls back to look at her friend in her post-orgasm bliss, her hand brushing Sarah’s hair away from her face. “I didn’t push you too far did I?”

For Sarah, Tracy’s face glows above her like the sun and she just smiles through heaving breathing as she tries to recover. 

“Whoa… that was… unexpected. But amazing!” Sarah huffs out, grinning like a cat who got the cream. Her head tilts, melting against Tracy’s palm before kissing the soft skin of her friend's inner wrist. Sarah’s other hand skims the length of Tracy’s body that is still pressed close, gliding up and down the wonderful curves. “I had no idea a woman could make me feel so… alive.” 

Tracy grins, a blush rising to her cheeks but takes the compliment. “Unexpected but amazing is right,”

Slowly Sarah came around from her orgasm, her mind functioning a lot better than it did a few minutes ago. She wrapped her arm around her pregnant friend, holding her close in post-pleasured bliss, taking in every second of this moment that just felt so right. 

“So…. My gorgeous pregnant roommate….” Sarah whispered with a smirk and a glint in her eyes. “I believe it’s customary to return the favour?” Her warm hands moved over Tracy’s curves, rubbing the firm sphere of her belly that she just couldn’t get enough of. 

“Mmmh I’d love for you to return the favor.” Tracy mumbles and kisses Sarah deeply, parting her legs slightly.

Before Sarah’s hands could travel any lower, where intended, she felt her friend’s womb abruptly harden and shift beneath her palm. “Er…. Wow… are you okay? That looked and felt different…”

Tracy honestly wasn’t sure what was going on but replies, “I’m sure it’s just a Braxton hicks.” She moves impossibly closer to her friend, bodies touching, skin on skin. “Or maybe we’ll kickstart labor, who knows.” Tracy’s giggle fades as she feels Sarah hand trailing down between her legs. 

“Mmhhh my gorgeous sexy roommate. . .” She leans back against the pillows, her huge belly pivoted towards her friend but legs open for Sarah’s wandering fingers. “Ohhhh mmmhhhh that feels so good baby. . .” Tracy’s dark nipples tighten in arousal, her belly heavy and full of life. 

Once her orgasm starts, Tracy finds the delicate but specific touches from her friend drive her crazy a lot faster than expected. Tracy’s bump tenses once again, another big pain rippling across her lower belly. “Mmhhhh ooohhhhhhhh! Ooohhhh god yes. . .” She moans in an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain, eyes closed with the intense sensations coursing through her body, but the shift and tensing of her belly was undeniably and externally visible. 

Seeing her roommate naked and writhing on the bed, eyes closed and chest heaving, Sarah grinned and increased the motion of her hand. After what Tracy had just done to her, she was determined to make her friend feel just as fucking good. Sarah’s fingers went deep, curling slightly, and her thumb pressed down on Tracy’s clit. She felt the shudder from her roommate instantly.  

Tracy was just so bloody gorgeous, so pregnant and swollen and absolutely ripe. Sarah couldn’t help herself as she shuffled down the bed a fraction so she could kiss and suck those glorious breasts. Slowly she kissed the skin around Tracy’s nipples before landing on the target. Lips pursing, tongue licking, teeth grazing. To her surprise a little bit of milk began to leak, the sweetness on her tongue was unreal! 

“Oh my god Trace… you are absolutely incredible. Yessss darling….” She purred into Tracy’s swollen and full chest as she plunged her fingers deeper between her friend’s legs. 

When Tracy’s body quakes with pleasure Sarah synchronises the movements of her hand and mouth to send her roommate right over the edge. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tracy’s belly rising and falling with her heavy breathing, but then it lifted and stayed in a weird shape. Not the usual beautiful sphere but more oblong and torpedo shaped. 

When the mother-to-be moaned, it was clear that it wasn’t just from the fluttering aftermath of her climax. It was the second time that had happened in short succession. The first Sarah had dismissed, but now… 

“Erm… Trace? Was that what I think it is?” Sarah asked worriedly, fingers still wrapped around and inside of Tracy, holding her close while she came down from her orgasm and rode out the contraction.

Tracy pants heavily, her orgasm washes through her very core, making her thighs quiver and toes curl into the blanket. “Mmhhhh I, I think so. . .” She hums, the contraction slowly easing. There was an ungodly amount of pressure in her hips, her pelvis widening with impending birth. 

She took a second to lay her head against Sarah’s neck, letting her friend’s body embrace her own as she came down from such a high.  “Mmmhhhh mmmhh Sarah I think he’s coming. . .” Slowly Tracy moves to stand, her legs suddenly restless. 

Once on her feet, the mother-to-be rocked back and forth naked, hands on the bed. Tracy’s big belly hangs, lower now, and her breasts leak the tiniest bit of milk. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal remembering Sarah taking them into her mouth just a moment ago. Did she like that?? God, I loved that. 

The pressure in her pelvis intensifies a few minutes later, causing her fingers to dig into the comforter. “Mmhhhh nngghhhhh! He’s c-comingggggg!” Her belly is rock hard, visibly lifting up. “Oohhhhhh god!” Tracy winces, trying to breathe through the worst of the pain when suddenly her water breaks, clear fluid gushing down her thighs. 

“It’s time… hhhooo hhhooooo Sarah it’s time!” Tracy tries not to panic but with her water out of the way, she suddenly felt like she needed to push. It couldn’t be time for that yet, could it?!

“Shhhh… it’s okay, it’s okay darling.” Sarah soothes. Having already jumped off the bed when Tracy started rocking, her hands were now rubbing her friend’s lower back, her mind suddenly scrambling to try and remember all the labouring poses they learnt in birth class. “It’s just your water breaking, you’re okay Tracy. Deep breaths okay. Slow and steady.” 

It was such a juxtaposition; one minute they were entwined in post-orgasmic bliss and now suddenly Tracy is leaning on her bed and making the strangest lowing sounds. Well, they were hoping to induce labour today, albeit they were originally going to laugh Tracy’s body into labour watching a comedy movie. Perhaps all the myths were true - sex really did have the power to send someone into labour. Sarah couldn’t help the sly grin on her face at the thought that she may have played a part in this. 

“Take slow breaths for me Trace, inhale…. then exhale. That’s it. Now when this one is over you can tell me what you’re feeling and we can make a plan. Everything’s going to be okay.” Sarah stood close, her hands never leaving Tracy’s bare skin. As she rubbed her lower back and Tracy’s rocking slowed, Sarah naturally placed a kiss on her friend’s shoulder from behind. “Baby boy is just excited to meet us eh?”

“Mmhhhh hhhooo hhhooooo…” Listening to Sarah’s encouragement and advice, Tracy takes a few deep breaths. Once the pressure/pain passes, she stands and turns to face her friend. “Mmmh I guess he is just excited.” She huffs a small laugh. 

She should’ve felt vulnerable or at least a little embarrassed standing naked in front of her roommate, thighs slick with birthing fluid but she didn’t. She was completely comfortable with Sarah. They’d even talked about her friend being there along with the midwife for the birth. 

“Oh! The midwife!” Tracy suddenly remembers that they need to call her. “She’s in my phone love, can you give her a call for me??” She asks, leaning to kiss Sarah’s cheek before feeling more pressure building. 

Immediately Tracy takes up her stance again, palms to the bedspread and rocking hips back and forth. She tries to focus on submitting to the pressure in her hips, her pelvis, but it’s agonizing. “Mmhhhh hhhoooo hhhoooo oohhhhhh god… he’s c-comingggggg. . .” She releases a long moan, her belly hard and tight like an iron boulder.

With the next contraction taking hold of her body so quickly Sarah was torn what to do. She had asked for her phone and to ring the midwife, and it was clear they needed help, but seeing her best friend riding out the wave of pressure and pain… she just couldn’t leave her. 

“That’s it darling, keep those sounds nice and low for me.” Sarah said softly, standing right behind her and holding her hips tight. “You got this Mumma.” 

Tracy was too busy groaning to convey how much the counter pressure on her hips was helping. Sarah’s hands felt like they were holding her hips together, in the best way possible. “Mmmhhhhh nnghhhh-OOHHH! Sorry we skipped… mmhhhh the cuddling part…” She can’t help but grin as the contraction eventually releases, Tracy’s belly relaxing a bit more. 

They’d gone to birth classes together, had practiced all the ridiculous breathing and positions to help labour - giggling a little at some of them. But right now, Sarah was just following her instincts. The pair were still both completely naked from earlier escapades on the bed, and practically standing in the puddle of Tracy’s broken waters, but she didn’t care. Somehow it felt right, like she was supposed to be here, like this, for Tracy. “You’re doing great my lovely. Low and slow, keep rocking and bringing him down.” 

Tracy’s sounds got more strained as the contraction peaked, her body so tense beneath Sarah’s hands. She gripped her hips, squeezing and holding them, trying to offer some counterpressure against the wave that was clearly very strong. When it was over, Sarah stayed pressed against her roommate from behind, not wanting to let her go. But she knew she should. Someone had to call Kenzie. 

“Stay right there Trace. I’m gonna go grab your phone and some towels. I’ll be right back okay.”  And reluctantly she lets go of Tracy’s hips before rushing towards the living room as quickly as she could.

“Mmhhh I’ll be okay, thank you gorgeous.” Tracy says at the end of the contraction. Taking a few steps when Sarah was gone, careful of the puddle on the floor, she noticed how restless her legs felt, her hips feeling better in motion. Labor is weird, Tracy thinks to herself hearing her roommate scrambling around. 

“I’m okay Sarah. . . Don’t worry.” She pants out, remembering to breathe the baby down. Tracy’s hands find her belly as she waits for the next contraction. “You’re coming to meet us huh little guy? Go easy on Mumma.” A low sigh slips out when her answer is another contraction starting to build. 

“Mmhhhh hhhoooo hhhoooooo…” Tracy tries to stay upright this time, holding onto the bedpost, thinking she can make it through this one alone. “Mmhhh oohhhhh-fuuuucckkkkk!” The slightest urge to push echoes in her mind but she fights it. 

In the midst of the overwhelming contraction Tracy’s hips missed Sarah’s hands so much she could cry right then and there. “S-Sarah… oooohhhhhh honey, I n-need your-Nnnhhhhhh!- hands.” She struggles to speak through the incessant pain.

Hearing the desperation in her friend’s groaning made Sarah’s heart clench. Quick! I had to move quickly! 

“Where the fuck is her phone??!” Sarah cursed throwing the cushions off the couch haphazardly, digging around pointlessly trying to locate her friend’s phone. She could have kicked herself when she saw it on the coffee table beside Tracy’s glass of iced tea. 

“I’m coming Tracy! Just breathe…. Slow deep breaths.” She shouts, running from the living room to the bathroom. Sarah grabbed some towels, how many do they need? One, two, three, is four enough? With the phone in one hand the other cradling a giant pile of towels she rushes back to Tracy’s bedroom. 

Deep in the throes of labour her best friend looks almost ethereal with the sunshine streaking behind her silhouette from the wooden slats on her window. Gorgeously curved, absolutely gravid with child, and gripping on to her bedpost while circling her hips in a figure eight. Sarah’s heart nearly stopped at the image alone. But she didn’t have a chance to appreciate the view properly because Tracy’s sounds were getting more and more feral and desperate. 

“I’m here, shhhh, I’m here. Where do you need me to—” The towels fell from her arms as Tracy gripped her hand tight and yanked her closer, moving her hand to Tracy’s sweaty lower back. “Right, erm, okay. Same as before?” 

The labouring woman couldn’t speak but offered a nod of confirmation followed by a deep groan. Sarah threw the phone on the bed so she could take Tracy’s hips in both hands, cupping her soft skin in her palms as she pressed against them. She could feel Tracy shudder, a noise of pained relief coming from the depths of her chest. Whoa, early labour was way more intense than I expected. Sarah thought to herself as she held her friend’s pelvis together. 

“You’re doing great sweetie. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Move however you need. I’ve got you.” She tried to offer some reassurance and comfort, Tracy seemed to be struggling already. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her friend’s left shoulder, nothing too overbearing but enough to tell her she was here. She was with her through this.

“Mmmhhhhh!” Tracy nods quickly, her body calming a little while her friend holds her hips once again. “Hhhhooo hhhooooo he’s coming… oohhhhh god he’s coming….” The pressure kept intensifying between her legs, the heavy feeling in her pelvis was only getting worse. Tracy’s body was starting to feel the need to be more productive. . . like pushing productive. 

That couldn’t be right, did I have back labor? Tracy ran through her head how long this labor could’ve actually been. 

Once the contraction passes, the mother-to-be slowly stands with her hands on her lower back, making her heavy low belly stick out. “Mmhhh. . . He feels so freaking low Sarah. . .” Tracy takes a sip from the glass of water nearby, letting out a groan when a contraction comes not a minute later. 

“Oohh god another one. . . Hhhhooo hhhhoooo mmhhhhhh!” Tracy breathes through most of it but she can’t fight the urge to bear down anymore. With her hands planted on the bed, Sarah’s hands on her back, she can’t help but lower into a semi squat and push. 

“Nnnrggghhh. . . Nnnggghhhhh!” The grunts echo in the room, making it clear what she was doing. Tracy couldn’t explain how she knew, it was just a primal need to birth this baby now.

“Whoa— whoa— Tracy— what’s happening?” Sarah’s eyes fly wide open. Tracy had almost thrown the glass of water so quickly it spilt down Sarah’s still-naked body. Suddenly her friend was hunched over, knees bending, and grunting! “Are— are you pushing? Oh Trace, no… you can’t be pushing yet. It’s still really early. We’ve not even called Kenzie yet.” 

Sarah’s hands found their way back to Tracy’s lower spine and hips, whose ass was stuck out in her semi-squat and for some reason Sarah instantly held her roommate’s wide hips. Keeping the pressure against her pelvis as she had done no more than two minutes earlier. 

Tracy’s waters had broken, so it must be because of a change in where the baby was positioned now her belly wasn’t full of amniotic fluid anymore. That’s why she felt like pushing. Sarah didn’t know what to do. It was so soon to be pushing, it would only tire Tracy out and could do some damage… but the way she was rocking and grunting seemed so natural and primal. Even in her panic, Sarah couldn’t help but be in awe of her best friend in this moment. And very possibly, a little bit in love. 

“Try not to push darling, pant through those urges okay. It’s much too soon. I’ll erm…. I’ll call Kenzie. Tell her to come round urgently but she can also help us over the phone. I’m sure it’s too early for pushes Trace.” Sarah’s words were soft but clearly worried. But if Tracy’s grunting sounds of effort were anything to go by… she suspected her friend didn’t hear a word she’d just said.

With a widened stance Tracy barely listens to the encouragement to wait. She finishes a deep push with the contraction before taking a big breath and turning her head towards her friend. Sarah’s hands still braced on her lower back which is heavenly but the words coming from her mouth were all wrong. 

“Love he’s c-coming. . . I swear he’s coming now, I think. . . mmhhhh I think I had back labor or s-something.” She pants out heavily, putting a hand on her lower belly and rubbing the spot where the baby rested. He was so low, so close to being born. Tracy’s eyes well up, so overcome with emotion. 

“Mmhhhhh I’m l-listening to my body, gorgeous. . . There’s no time to call her.” Soon she feels another contraction coming on, the tightening in her lower belly and pelvis feeling so familiar now. She wasn’t really scared before but Tracy certainly wasn’t scared now. She felt confident in her body, her pushing and her partner. 

“Mmhhhhh I’m s-supposed to push love. . . Nnnnrgghhhhhhh!” She lowers into a semi squat again and grunts loudly, pushing down for her child. “I just know it. . . Nnnnnrgghhhhhhh- he’s coming!” Between her thick thighs, the smallest little bulge was starting to form, her son’s head descending slowly but surely.

“Oh Trace, no-no-no— I really don’t think it’s time.” Sarah insists, blindly unaware of the progress being made. 

Her heart was thundering, her breath huffing out her lungs as loud as the woman in labour, panic gripping Sarah’s thoughts. Tracy was pushing too soon, she was going to hurt herself. Sarah’s hands stayed on Trace’s hips while she gave into the next urge, sinking her ass down slightly and grunting down almost automatically. Sarah couldn’t stop her, the way she moved, the way she pushed. Even if it was wrong, too soon, the blonde was like a deer caught in the headlights - unable to do anything but watch. 

And what a sight. Tracy was incredibly gorgeous in that moment, sweaty and flushed and the sounds she made were going right to Sarah’s core. As Tracy moaned and bore down, more fluid dribbled onto the carpet, and the dampness under her own feet shook Sarah from her reverie. 

She couldn’t stop her, but she sure as hell could support and help her friend. Towels… she threw some on the floor and placed them between Tracy’s unnaturally wide legs. Phone… where the fuck did I— the bed! She grabbed her friend’s mobile phone from the bed where she’d thrown it. But it was an android and Sarah had an iPhone. Staring blankly at the lock screen she realised she didn’t know how to work it! 

“Trace, I need you to unlock this, I need to call Kenzie!” She waved the phone in front of Tracy’s face, one hand still resting on her lower back, subconsciously keeping contact at all times. But Tracy’s eyes were glassy, rolling or closing with the overwhelming sensations rippling through her heavy labouring body. “Tracy! I need to call the midwife!” She shouted trying to get her attention, but the mother-to-be was lost to the urges and instincts of her body.

While Tracy could hear every word loud and clear, her body’s instincts were louder. Every bit of it was telling her to push, to bear down against the insane pressure the baby was creating in her nether regions. “Mmhhhhh it’s t-timeeeee- Nnnrrgghhhhhhh!” 

Her thighs quiver, limbs shaking a bit as labor moves Tracy through the transition phase. There was no way, with words at least, to convey how she knew that it was time. She takes a few breaths before pushing again, focusing on the heavy mass of her son’s head, which was currently beginning to bulge out of body. 

“Sarah… Sarah…” Tracy lets out a gasping breath as the contraction ends, Sarah still waving the phone in her face. She grabs the phone, tosses it on the bed and goes back to grab her roommate’s hand. “F-Feel…” 

Their hands travel down between Tracy’s legs, guided towards her descending wet sex. What a whirlwind of a day to go from slick with arousal to slick with birthing fluids, she thinks to herself. Together they feel the baby’s head so close to emerging, his heavy weight nestled into Tracy’s hips and waiting for his Mumma to push for him. 

“It’s gonna be okay… mmhhh I’ve g-got this…” Tracy groaned as another contraction came. Her belly was longer, like a hanging oval between her legs. There was no time for her to stare in awe, it was time to push again.

“Oh my god….” Sarah’s words were barely a whisper. With her hand between Tracy’s legs she was speechless and shocked to feel the whole of her friend’s lower region bulging out.  The head was right there, just inside of her body, so close to coming out. So eager to join them. 

With the contraction taking full control of her faculties Tracy left Sarah’s hand between her legs to grip the bedpost with one hand and Sarah’s skinny shoulder with the other. Sarah felt Tracy’s fingers hook over her bony frame, nails almost digging in, as she fiercely bore down. I could actually feel her pushing efforts in my palm!!! Whenever she pushed - the baby pressed against Tracy’s sensitive skin, parting her labia ever so slightly and Sarah could feel it against her soft palm. It was the craziest thing she had ever felt. What her roommate was doing right now, what her body was doing, was nothing short of inspirational. 

“He’s… oh wow he’s right there…. You’re doing it… fuck… you’re actually doing it Trace!” Sarah smiled, in shock and awe and wonder as she looked up. Tracy’s rosy flushed face was inches from hers, holding on to her as she pushed with such low grunting sounds, while Sarah’s hand stayed between her legs. 

For Sarah, Tracy was a goddess right now; incredible, strong and unbelievably powerful, and the next words that tumbled from her mouth didn’t come from the brain - they came from the heart. “That’s it… push darling… push for me.” Sarah couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward, holding Tracy’s hip and her bulging womanhood in each hand, and she kissed her lover deeply.

“Nnnrggghhhh! Oh my-NNRRGHHH!” Tracy roared, the primal sound was so new but it came so naturally. Her nipples tighten at the feel of Sarah’s hand between her legs, cupping the life inside that she knew Sarah loved just as much as she did. If the past few hours were anything to go by, the pair were at the beginning stages of the rest of their lives. 

“Sarah,” She huffs with a flushed face. “Mmhhhh sweetheart, I’m p-pushhhhing for you-NNRGGGHHHHH!” The baby’s head continued to part her labia, the visible coin-size shape was slowly expanding with her efforts. “C-come on baby boy,” Tracy loosened her grip on Sarah’s shoulder but leaned into the kiss. “Mmhhhhh he’s coming…OUT!” 

Hearing Tracy say her name, the sound low and gravelled in her throat, which then transformed to a moaning grunt of a push - wow. Sarah had no idea if it was her, her friend, the situation, or a new kink discovery…. But this was absolutely incredible right now. She could feel with every strained sound just a little bit more progress filling the palm of her hand. 

Slowly, Tracy breaks away from the sensual kiss, shocked that she could feel so aroused during childbirth. Between Sarah’s caressing hands and encouraging words, Tracy was falling more and more in love with her best friend. She had stood by the mother-to-be through everything, taken care of her, made love to her. Tracy couldn’t have been more aroused if she tried. Deciding to test that theory, she timidly moved Sarah’s fingers up to her clit. The nub between her legs was throbbing, a delightful sensation alongside her son’s crowning head.

Sarah almost pulled away when her roommate grabbed her wrist, thinking perhaps she needed space. But then Tracy moved her hand, silently telling her partner what she needed. Sarah bit her bottom lip, smiling, and then kissed her again. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Sarah whispered against her lips, tasting the salt of the sweat that had dampened every inch of her naked skin. Gently, and oh so slowly, she brushed her thumb over the sensitive bud between Tracy’s thighs. Her fingers curled over the gradually stretching folds, not to inhibit but to support and encourage. And selfishly, to feel for herself each victorious millimetre of progress as more and more of the head pressed out.  

“Mmhhhhhh I know you’ve got me,” Tracy hums, staring into Sarah’s eyes before kissing her softly. 

Sarah felt her roommate’s breathing catch, the trembling of her knees that quaked her whole body. Wrapping her other arm around Tracy’s waist she held her close, to support in her partial squatted stance. There was no denying it - this baby was coming right here and right now, in Tracy’s bedroom. Sarah kissed her again, whispering soft words of encouragement while her best friend pushed and grunted into her mouth. The sound alone made her stomach flip and heart flutter. God, you were beautiful! 

After a rather strong and forceful push the mother-to-be groaned with frustration. If she wasn’t holding the emerging sphere at the apex of Tracy’s thighs Sarah would have been confused, but she understood. The baby had retreated slightly. 

“It’s okay sweetie, he’s coming. Just taking it slowly. He’ll be out soon.” She pulled Tracy close, letting her hang against her while she recovered from the contraction. “Take a breath, get all that oxygen down to him. And then we’ll keep going on the next one.” 

She could feel Tracy rocking over her hand, grinding against her thumb, so Sarah increased the pressure a little bit. Dancing over and around her clit in more focused moves. It was obviously helping. “That’s it, focus on the pleasure, not the pain. All that pressure and fullness, you are so incredible darling, so ready to give birth. Are you happy delivering here Trace, or do you want to move?”

The part of birth most women were scared of was quickly becoming Tracy’s favorite, and she knew that was only because Sarah was here. Her words, her kisses and her cupping of Tracy’s crowning opening were somehow so erotic. Am I having an orgasmic birth? She had read about those of course, how pleasure can be helpful in managing the pain of childbirth. Tracy never thought she would actually experience it. Here they were though, her best friend’s fingers on her clit, her baby’s head emerging into Sarah’s hand. Tracy’s dark nipples were leaking slowly, droplets of milk dripping down her heavy laboring belly. 

“Nnnrgghhhhhhhhh! Keep p-pressing… ooohhhhhhhh my god!” She cried out loudly, clit throbbing against Sarah’s fingers, slick with arousal now, not just birthing fluids. Her baby’s head pushed forward, retreating only a tiny bit now. “He’s c-coming… nnnhhhhhhh he’s coming into… mmhhhh into your hand love.” Tracy didn’t know if something was wrong with her but this was so damn erotic. She was birthing her baby into her girlfriend’s hand… her lover's hand? We’d figure all that out later. 

Humming and rocking, Tracy focuses on the pleasure she feels, Sarah’s eyes on her swollen form and the feel of her hand cupping his crowning head. “Mmhhhhh I’m g-good here… right here…” she answers Sarah’s question about moving. Her belly lifts slightly, the oval shape tense with a contraction. “P-pushing for you gorgeous… ooohhh oohhh-NNRGGHHHHHHHH!” Grunting loudly, she felt his head stretching her delicate tissues. It was painful but it was working, she was filling Sarah’s palm up. 

Her fingers weren’t taking a break. It was like without a word, Sarah knew that she needed the pleasure. “Sarah!” She cries out the name with a shudder, “Don’t s-stop… mmhhhhh nnnrgghhhhhhhhhh! His head’s COMING!” Tracy gasps as it shoots out into her lover’s hand, her orgasm peaking. Her eyes roll back, her toes curl and a mixture of birthing fluids and arousal gushing out of the birthing woman. Her baby’s head now dangling between her thighs.

The strength of her pushing, her orgasm, and the instant release of pressure made Tracy wobble, knees softening with sudden exhaustion. With the baby’s head in one hand, Sarah’s other arm quickly wrapped around her waist, keeping her safe and steady on her feet. 

“Whoa— breathe Trace— you’re okay. The head’s out, you did it!!! You did it darling.” She kissed the side of her lover’s sweaty flushed cheek, gripping Tracy’s waist and keeping one steady hand between her legs. “I need you to hold on to the bed now honey, okay? I need to check how baby is doing.” 

Tracy releases a few gasping breaths as she recovers from birthing the head. Unable to answer she nods along and makes sure she steady before Sarah lets her go. “Mmhhh mhhhhh mhhhhh…” Her moans sound primal, natural. Her body feels like this is exactly what it was meant to do. I’m hoping she wants more babies. . . Tracy can’t help but think to herself. Another thought pops into her head, if Sarah had one of their babies… it’s almost enough to send Tracy into another orgasm. 

Once Sarah was confident Tracy’s knees weren’t about to give out, and once her hands left her shoulders and moved to the bedpost, she gently let go of her waist. Every inch of her roommate was trembling; adrenaline, exhaustion, orgasm…. an overwhelming combination. Sarah slowly lowered into a squat and knelt on the floor in front of her, eyes roaming every swollen curve of her still-pregnant body on the way down. She noticed the beads of milk from Tracy’s enlarged nipples had managed to get to her bump and were running over its slightly flattened surface. Kneeling between her legs, Sarah’s hands shook and slowly lowered to reveal the head that had not long pushed against her palm. Your son.

“Oh my gosh Tracy, I can see him. I can see his little face. He’s beautiful.” The tears pricked and gathered at the corners of her eyes. Hanging between Tracy’s thighs was the red chubby perfect face of her child. 

“I… I don’t know what to do…” uncertainty suddenly sobered the friend up and was now panicking slightly once again. Sarah gently cupped his head, using her hands to wipe some of the blood and fluids from his face. “I erm… I need to check for a cord right…?” 

Sarah was monologuing. Neither of them were experts at delivering babies, but she had enough of an interest to retain that fact. She wasn’t sure if Tracy had even heard her, her curvaceous body was swaying ever so slightly and a contented hum was singing from her chest. She didn’t know if she was contracting or just waiting, but Tracy looked very much “in the zone”. A gorgeous labouring woman, standing above her.

“Y-Yes the cord. . . Just feel mmhhhh gently around his neck.” Tracy pants out, her legs spreading a tad bit more. She felt the ache in her hips, one that felt like it was never going to go away. Her baby’s weight was nestled firmly in her pelvis, waiting to be pushed through. It was painful but also the most incredible and rewarding feeling. 

She winces when Sarah pushes her fingers inside her abused sex, alongside the baby’s neck. Waiting for confirmation, not wanting to hurt him or herself, before she gears up to push. Once she gets the all clear, her belly tenses once more and she grunts loudly. 

“Nnnrgghhhhhhhhhh! C-Come on baby boy… nnnrgghhhhhhh!” Tracy feels light headed for a second, needing to adjust her stance. “S-Squat. . .” She breathes out, starting to carefully turn her body with Sarah’s help. Eventually she settles down, her back resting against the bed, facing her still-naked lover. There’s a mirror across from where the pair are situated, Tracy’s eyes were fixated on the intimate scene of her baby coming. . . hopefully our baby. Her belly is lower than it’s ever been and the shape is an elongated orb. Her full breasts sit atop of it, slowly leaking milk by the drop, nipples large and dark. Tracy’s entire body had a thin sheen of sweat over it, hair was stuck to the sides of her temples. God I’m really birthing. 

The best part, her favorite view, was her son’s head hanging from between her legs, curls on his slick head. He looked big, perfect but big. Tracy’s eyes focus on him as she pushes again, watching the fruits of her literal labor.

Tracy was as gorgeous as Mother Earth herself to Sarah at this moment. Her belly still large and full, hanging between her thighs as she squatted down. So primal and flexible and so focused on this ancient beautiful process. 

“Yes Trace! Keep it going, big big push for me darling!” Sarah encouraged, her hands shaking slightly between her partner’s legs as she cradled the head of their emerging son. The baby was turning, mouth moving, already wriggling and yet so much of him still to be born. The shoulders pressed against Tracy’s skin, stretching her body open, white and thin as the beginning of his large torso slipped out. “Oooh! One shoulder… two! He’s coming darling. He’s coming!” Sarah blindly narrated, as if the other woman couldn’t feel exactly what was happening. Sarah’s joy and awe and shock all rolled into one. 

Even with only his top half delivered Sarah was surprised at how heavy he was, that something so big and weighty had been lodged in her best friend’s hips for so long. No wonder Tracy had struggled so much during these last few weeks. 

Tracy could feel her body submitting to the stretch, to the birth. Her son’s torso stretching her open as she worked and strained to bring her child into the world. 

On hearing Tracy’s continued grunting pushes, her hands cupped as more and more of the baby emerged. “Keep it going!!! He’s almost here! One more push, sweetie, one more!!!” And with a low primal roar of effort, the baby suddenly shot from Tracy’s body into her waiting palms. 

“NNRGGGHHHHH! M-My baby!” Tracy cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt the heavy weight of her son come out of her sore abused sex. A gush of fluid accompanies him, soaking her thighs and the floor beneath. 

Sarah couldn’t help but cry as well, tears rolling down her cheeks as she lifted the wailing new little life and placed him immediately on her roommate’s belly. “Y-you did it Trace…. Here’s… here’s your son.”

“Mmhhhh h-hi. . . hi baby boy.” Tracy’s voice squeaks with emotion. She immediately places a hand on his back, holding him to her no-longer-pregnant belly. “Sarah. . . I couldn’t have done that without you honey.” She gives a tired grin and tilts her lips towards her roommate, her best friend, her partner. “Thank you.”

Eddie's eyes open to the sound of Lianne moaning beside him, her voice breathy and low in a way that makes his body respond before his brain fully catches up. He lies still for a moment, listening, and another moan curls out of her, this one longer, her hips shifting under the sheets.

"Mmm... yes... right there..."

He turns his head on the pillow. Her face half covered by her arm, her enormous pregnant belly creating a round silhouette beneath the covers, and her hips are rocking in slow, small circles. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a gasp that goes straight to his groin.

"God, you're so big," she breathes, her voice thick with sleep and something else entirely. "I can feel all of you..."

Eddie props himself up on one elbow, a grin spreading across his face. At thirty-nine weeks pregnant, Lianne's sex drive has been insatiable, and apparently that extends to her dreams too. He reaches over and places his hand on the swell of her belly, rubbing it gently through her thin nightgown. The gravid globe of it is warm against his palm, so low and heavy that it sags into the mattress beneath her.

"Having fun without me, babe?" he murmurs.

She gives him nothing back, lost in whatever scene her sleeping mind has built for her. Her thighs press together and release, and a shudder runs through her body. "Nnnh... fuck... stretch me open..."

Eddie chuckles softly and presses a kiss to her bare shoulder. He is about to settle back into his pillow and let her enjoy her dream when his hand registers something unexpected. Her belly is hard under his palm, the muscles drawn tight like a fist clenching, and it stays that way for several long seconds before gradually softening.

He keeps his hand there, waiting, and Lianne moans again. "Ohhh... oh god, it's so much... I'm so full..."

Her pelvis tilts forward and her back arches, pushing her massive belly outward, and Eddie feels it happen again: the entire surface of her abdomen goes rigid beneath his fingers, tightening from the top downward in a slow, powerful wave. His grin fades.

"Lianne? Babe, wake up."

She is gone, somewhere deep in her dream. Her lips part and a long, shuddering exhale escapes her. "Mmmhh... deeper... give me more..."

Eddie sits up fully and pulls the covers back. In the dim glow from the hallway nightlight, he can see that her nightgown has ridden up around her hips and her thighs are glistening. There is a large wet patch on the sheet beneath her, soaking outward in a dark, irregular circle that has already spread to his side of the bed.

His heart kicks hard against his ribs. "Lianne, honey, I need you to wake up right now."

"Aahh... aahhh, yes... spread me open, I want to feel it all..."

She rolls onto her back with a groan, her knees drawing up and falling wide apart, and Eddie's stomach drops.Between her legs, the cotton of her underwear is soaked through and clinging to something round and hard that is pressing outward, the fabric stretched so tight over it that he can see the curve clearly in the low light.

"Oh fuck." He scrambles to his knees on the mattress and leans in close, his hands hovering uselessly. He reaches between her thighs with shaking fingers and presses them against the saturated cotton, and through the clinging fabric he can feel a smooth, firm dome about the size of a tennis ball, bulging steadily from her body and distending her underwear into a taut, glistening pouch. He can feel the seams straining under the pressure, feel the heat pouring off her skin, and when he traces the curve of it, he feels the unmistakable texture of hair through the wet cotton.

"Lianne!" He grabs her shoulder and shakes her hard enough that her head lolls. "Lianne, wake up, the baby is coming out!"

Her brow furrows and her head rolls to one side, her lips forming words between shallow breaths. "Mmmh... so close... I'm going to..."

Her entire body tenses, her fingers curling into the fitted sheet so hard that the corner pops free from the mattress. A deep, guttural groan pours out of her as her pelvis bears down, and Eddie watches the bulge between her legs swell further, the baby's head pushing harder against the straining cotton. A fresh gush of warm, clear fluid soaks through the fabric in a sudden rush and spreads rapidly across the sheet beneath her.

"Nnngghhh... oooh god, yes, fill me up... every inch..."

Eddie's hands are trembling so badly he nearly drops his phone twice before managing to dial 911. He presses it to his ear with his shoulder, keeping his eyes locked on his wife.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My wife is having the baby right now, in our bed." His voice cracks on every other word. "The head is already coming out and she's asleep. She is completely asleep and I cannot wake her up."

"Okay, sir, I need you to stay calm for me. Can you see the baby's head? Is there any active bleeding?"

"I can feel it through her underwear, it's, like, bulging out, and there's fluid everywhere, her water must have broken, and she..."

He trails off because Lianne lets out a loud, throaty moan that fills the bedroom, her back lifting off the mattress in a long, slow arch. "Aahhh... fuck yes... right there, right there, don't stop..."

"Is that the mother?" the dispatcher asks.

"Yeah, she's talking in her sleep. She's dreaming. I think she thinks she's..." He rubs his face with his free hand. "She thinks she's having sex."

"All right, sir, that's okay. I need your address."

Eddie rattles it off, tripping over the street number, and the dispatcher confirms that paramedics are being dispatched. "In the meantime, I need you to support the baby's head. Do you understand? Support the head, and do not pull. Can you remove whatever's covering the birth area?"

"Yeah, okay, I can do that." Eddie drops the phone onto the bed with the line still open and positions himself between Lianne's splayed thighs. Her underwear is stretched to its absolute limit, both side seams cutting into her hips, and the saturated cotton is molded around the top of the baby's skull like a second skin. He can see dark, wet hair plastered against the curve of it.

"I'm going to move your panties, honey," he says, knowing she cannot hear him, needing to say it anyway. He hooks two fingers under the crotch of her underwear and pulls the fabric to the side, and the pressure is so great that the cotton resists him, pressing firmly back against his fingers before finally giving way with an audible snap of a side stitch.

The baby's head emerges from behind the cotton with a slick, wet sound, and Eddie sucks in a sharp breath. Lianne's vulva is stretched wide around the crown, her skin flushed a deep, rosy pink and glistening with amniotic fluid. Her outer labia are pulled taut, swollen and shining, and her inner lips are splayed flat against the curve of the baby's skull, so thin and stretched that they look almost translucent. 

The dark, matted hair of the baby's head is visible in a circle about three inches across, and below it, her perineum is bulging outward, thinning slowly as the head advances. Her clitoris is engorged and prominent above the crowning head, and below, her butthole clenches and releases in involuntary pulses as the internal pressure builds.

The shape of the opening is a perfect teardrop, the widest stretch at the bottom where her perineum is pulled thin as paper, and Eddie can see the slow, impossible way her body is yielding to the baby's head, millimeter by millimeter.

"Oh my god," he breathes.

"Mmmmhh... I can feel it... it's stretching me so wide..." Lianne groans, her head pressing back into the pillow, her eyes sealed shut. Her hands find her own belly and grip the taut, hanging swell of it, her fingers pressing into the drum-tight skin. "More... give me more... I want all of it inside me..."

Her body bears down again in a long, involuntary push, and Eddie watches the head advance another centimeter, the crown widening the teardrop, her vaginal opening expanding in a slow, glistening stretch that seems to defy everything he thought a body could do. A thick trickle of amniotic fluid leaks around the baby's head and runs in a warm line down over her perineum, pooling on the sheet beneath her.

"Hnnngggh... ohhhh... ohhhhh fuuuuck..." The sound that tears out of her is deep and primal, and her thighs tremble violently as the widest part of the head begins to emerge.

Eddie cups both hands beneath the baby's head, feeling the warm, wet curve of it against his palms. "Come on, Lianne, that's it, the head is coming..."

"Yes... yes... I'm going to come... I'm so close, I can feel it right there..." Her pelvis rocks forward and she gives a hard, involuntary push, her abdominal muscles visibly contracting beneath the enormous globe of her belly. The head surges forward and her perineum stretches translucent-thin, the delicate skin shining, and Eddie can see the baby's forehead now, the brow ridge, the tiny nose scrunching.

"It's coming out, babe, the head is right here," Eddie says, his voice high and tight with tears.

"Nnngghhh... AAHH... oh god, oh god, it's so big, it's splitting me open..." Lianne's back arches hard off the mattress and her knees clamp toward each other before falling wide again. Her vagina is stretched into a wide, gaping oval, the inner walls slick and flushed and visible around the baby's emerging face, and her perineum is so thin that Eddie can see a web of tiny blood vessels through the skin. Her butthole flexes again, hard, as the pressure of the head forces everything outward.

The head keeps coming, slowly. Eddie sees the chin slide out last, and a rush of warm amniotic fluid gushes out around the baby's neck, soaking his wrists and spilling across the sheets in a spreading pool. The baby's face is scrunched and purple, turned slightly to one side, and a thin strand of mucus stretches from its tiny nose.

"The head's out, Lianne," Eddie announces, his voice cracking. "The head is out."

She sags back against the mattress, panting hard, her enormous belly still heaving with each labored breath. Her nightgown is bunched up under her breasts and her skin is slick with sweat. Her lips move between gasps, forming dreamy, breathless words.

"Mmmhh... don't pull out yet... stay inside me... I want to feel you..."

Eddie would laugh if he could breathe. He cradles the baby's head gently in both hands, supporting the warm weight of it, and waits. After about twentseconds, Lianne's belly hardens again beneath her gripping fingers, the contraction rolling visibly across the surface.

"Hhhooouughhh... NNNGGHH..." She bears down with a long, grinding push, her face reddening, her neck straining, and the top shoulder appears, rotating slowly out of her stretched, glistening opening in a slick, wet turn. Amniotic fluid leaks out in a steady trickle around the shoulder, running warm over Eddie's fingers, and the baby's body rotates slightly, following the natural curve, as the second shoulder begins to emerge.

"Keep going, babe, almost there," Eddie urges, tears running freely down his face.

"Aahhh... aahhh... I'm coming... oh fuck, I'm coming, don't stop..." Lianne's entire body clenches, her toes curling into the ruined sheets, her belly pulling hard inward, and with one long, deep push, the baby's torso slides free in a rush of fluid and warmth. The wide and chubby torso, the hips, the curled legs, the tiny feet, all of it slipping out in a wet, squelching cascade that leaves Eddie holding a wriggling, slippery newborn in both hands.

A sob punches out of his chest. The baby is purple and streaked with white, waxy vernix, his little fists clenched tight, the umbilical cord trailing from his navel back between Lianne's legs. For one heart-stopping second there is only silence, and then the baby sputters, coughs, and lets out a thin, warbling cry that pierces the dark room.

Lianne's eyelids flutter. Her brow creases, and her head turns toward the sound, slow and confused. "Mmm... wha... Eddie...?"

Her eyes open, glassy and disoriented, and the first thing she sees is her husband kneeling between her thighs, sobbing, holding a screaming newborn in his shaking hands. She looks down at her own body, at her nightgown shoved up under her breasts, her soaked underwear pulled to one side, the blood and fluid and the cord snaking out of her swollen, gaping vagina.

"What... Eddie, what happened?" Her voice is rough and cracked, her hands reaching instinctively for the baby.

"You had the baby." Eddie is laughing and crying at the same time, carefully placing their son onto her bare chest. "You had him in your sleep, Lianne. You gave birth while you were completely asleep."

"I..." She stares down at the baby, at his scrunched red face and flailing hands, and her arms wrap around him before her brain can even catch up. "Oh my god. Oh my god, Eddie, I... how?"

"I have no idea." He wipes his face with the back of his wrist, smearing fluid and tears across his cheek. "I called 911, they're on the way. Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"I feel..." Lianne blinks several times, taking stock of her body, and then her face tightens. "I feel like I need to push again."

Eddie's eyes go wide. "What? Is there another one in there?"

"No, I think it's the..." She winces, her free hand pressing against her belly, which is still round and soft, deflated and slack beneath her palm but clenching again in a low, rolling cramp. "The afterbirth. I can feel it coming down."

"Okay." Eddie swallows hard. "That's... that's supposed to come out, right?"

"Yes, Eddie, that is supposed to come out." A breathless, disbelieving laugh escapes her, and she adjusts the baby against her chest. He roots toward her breast, his cries settling into small, hiccupping grunts. "Can you look? I think it's close."

Eddie leans down and looks between her legs again. Her vagina is open and swollen, her labia puffy and deeply flushed, and he can see something dark and glistening beginning to descend inside her. The umbilical cord hangs from her opening, pulsing faintly, still connecting her body to the baby on her chest.

"Yeah, I can see something coming down," he tells her.

"Okay." Lianne takes a deep, shaking breath, and her belly tightens visibly beneath her hand. "Hhhooooh... okay, here we go..." She bears down, her face reddening, her chin tucking toward her chest, and the dark mass moves lower, filling her vaginal canal. Her inner walls flex around it, and a gush of blood-tinged fluid spills out over her perineum, running warm between her thighs.

"Nnngghh... god, it's like giving birth all over again," she groans through clenched teeth.

"Is it supposed to feel like that?" Eddie asks, hovering close.

"I have no frame of reference, Eddie, seeing as I slept through the first one." She pushes again with a long, low grunt, her knees pulling up higher, and the placenta slides lower, its dark, liver-colored surface becoming visible at her opening. Her labia stretch around the wide, flat disc of it, and the shining membranes trail behind in a slick, translucent sheet.

"I can see it, babe, it's right there," Eddie says, cupping his hands below her.

"Aahhh... mmmhhh..." With one more slow, bearing push, the placenta slides free with a heavy, wet sound, dropping into Eddie's hands along with a final gush of dark blood and fluid. It is larger than he expected, warm and dense, the veiny surface slick and iridescent in his palms. The trailing membranes stretch thin between the placenta and her body before finally slipping free with a soft, liquid sound.

"Oh god, that feels so much better," Lianne breathes, her head falling back against the pillow.

Eddie sets the placenta carefully on a towel beside her, keeping the cord intact because he is absolutely certain he should not be the one to cut it, and wipes his hands on the cleanest section of sheet he can find. He pulls the covers up over Lianne's legs and settles beside her, one arm going carefully around her shoulders. Their son has found her breast and is already nursing, his tiny mouth working in small, urgent pulls, his dark eyes open and blinking in the lamplight.

"You were talking in your sleep," Eddie says after a long moment.

"What do you mean?" Lianne turns her head to look at him, her eyebrows climbing.

"Before I figured out what was happening. You were, uh... you were having a dream. A really, really good dream, from the sound of it."

Lianne stares at him, and then the color rises in her cheeks as something surfaces behind her eyes. "Oh god. What did I say?"

"Let's see." Eddie counts on his fingers. "You told me to go deeper. You told me to stretch you open. You told me you were about to come while the baby was crowning. And I'm pretty sure you asked me not to pull out while I was holding our son's head in my hands."

Lianne groans and covers her face with her free hand, but she is laughing, her shoulders shaking hard enough that the baby unlatches for a second and lets out an indignant squeak. "Please tell me the 911 dispatcher hung up before any of that."

Eddie reaches for his phone, still lying face-up on the bed. The call is still connected, the timer climbing past fourteen minutes. He picks it up slowly. "Uh... hello?"

"Still here, sir." The dispatcher's voice is perfectly professional and absolutely amused. "Congratulations on the baby. Paramedics should be arriving any moment now."

"Thank you. We're, uh... we're good here." He hangs up and meets Lianne's horrified eyes, and then both of them are laughing, full and loud and shaking, and the baby startles and cries and they laugh harder, holding each other on the ruined, soaking bed.

In the distance, sirens begin to grow closer.

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