She took one more glance in the other room before she decided to go down. The course of the night had been constant surveillance into the other room. The second, third, and fourth times she peered, she saw her partner, Alf, leaned over her Weiss’, her son's bed with a picture book in his hands. She couldn’t help but smile, dealing with a toddler was exhausting work, and Alf was adamant about bearing as much responsibility as Ruby did.

Ruby hastily made her way down the steps in her cellar with a bag of goods in a large basket, haphazardly leaving the doors open. She figured she wouldn’t be long.

Every step echoe in ways that she had never realized before.

“Have I gained weight?” She asked herself. Her footsteps had grown louder and her nightgown was filled with even more body than the last time she had paid attention. Another insecurity was the last thing the poor woman needed.

She was average. In every sense of the word. Average height, average eyes, average bust, wit a body type that could be described as soft. The only things that weren’t typical of the young woman were features of herself she saw as actively detrimental.

Ruby was a divorcee and a mother. Gone was her purity and the intimacy of sharing her firsts with her new partner. Her body held onto the postpartum weight, but she had assumed that the youth of the very beginning of her second decade would make her body bounce back. The more she denied, the more it became clear to the young woman.

Ruby was used goods. She had already ruined every prospect of self respect in her future, and she had done it in record time. These thoughts had become reality in Ruby’s mind a long time ago. Meeting Alf was a feat of it itself, and the relationship that had been cultivated for Alf to accept Ruby and her young son was nothing short of a miracle. And for the future she wanted with him, she could do anything in her power to keep it.

The young woman clutched the spellbook to her chest tightly. The worn leather clung to her body and she felt its gold band through the clothing.

There was hope for her. The way that Alf acted around her son was exceptionally telling. He was every bit the father she wanted her children to have. If she could do it all again, Alf would have been Weiss’ father. She would do anything to maintain that future.

Inside of that leather bound grimoire were hundreds of tattered parchment pages. The musty paper flipped where she had left her bookmark, polluting the air with dust that may have laid dormant for centuries. She coughed and swatted the fumes as the book cracked open.

The handwriting is indicative to the font of generations long past. It’s content being in a dialect she could barely understand, but she finally landed on the elevator of the table of contents where Ruby’s fingers stopped on a dime.

‘Incubus Kiss’

The page below it was filled with the cryptic instruction of how to activate the spell. In her bag were household items, a sewing needle, an egg, exotic flowers and spices. As the ingredients were laid out together in a magical circle immediately all of the components hovered.

Wind formulated in the room. The gusts flew irregularly and erratic, it was as if thousands of faeries whizzed past her body. All of the materials swarmed around her with the winds of a miniature tornado picking up around her. Ruby was in its eye. The air twisted and blew her nightgown gently over her hips.

“W-woah!” Ruby blushed, instinctually holding her skirt above her body. Her underwear stayed in place. As if the winds were only interested in the exposed skin directly above the material, as soon as it flowed into her lower stomach the air dissipated.

The air was eerily still now, at the moment, she didn’t feel different. But now, she saw the cobblestone road beneath her, far clearer than the simple adaptation to her glasses. The light came from her.

Dulled from underneath her gown, Ruby lifted her skirt to find the source of the light hot pink tattoo flamed into existence against her clear skin, illuminating the dimly lit room. The crest wore directly above her crotch and towards her uterus that took the form of a heart with curved outlines suggestively tracing vague lines around her reproductive organs with a heart flared around her uterus and flames drawing sharp, pervasive lines of her fallopian tubes and ovaries.

Before she could stare too long a tingle diffused into her lower stomach

“Eek!” Ruby cried as an otherworldly force began to inflame deep inside of the young mother. Her hands flew to her mouth before her eyes slowly looked down at her tattoo.

The crest lit up the entire cellar as the magic worked at its full capacity. Warmth flooded her midsection, like hot tea being poured against her skin. Pressure filled the skin above her womb and a tingle on either side of her uterus filled her with every ounce of lust she felt during ovulation. The warmth surrounded her body as she felt the area between her legs getting hot.

“Hahh-” buzzed from her lips as she felt a compulsive pleasure claim her body. Her mind was invaded with flashbacks of her greatest sexual experiences like she was living through them again.

Her vision was a collage of Alf and the many positions. His tongue embedded between her legs while he ate her standing in a semi-public walkway, savoring every ounce of her. Her legs collapsed beneath her when the images of her getting on her hands and knees. She could feel his long cock spread her insides far enough to poke through her stomach. The upside down angle when he guided her chin to look up as he took her from behind.

Her chest heaved up and down as she flipped herself over. She drooled at the thought of the greatest sex she ever had in her life. She could stare as her imagination conjured the feeling of his large, slender body as he rutted into her hungrily. Every one of his thrusts sent ripples through her maternally shaped body. She felt the thumping over the entrance of her cervix, the opening to her uterus that quaked to be filled. Grunting like a woman possessed

“Mnnhh~!” Ruby moaned, remembering the night of passion. It was as if her pussy was contracting around Alf’s pistoning cock. Womb quivering, missionary sex. It was the feeling she had craved since she had gotten pregnant with her son.

Breeding.

“Annnhh~!” She failed to stifle a high pitched gasp. Her throaty growl into elation made her womb descend to accept the mysterious. The sudden sensations felt like the fluid was diffusing into her womb, uterus inflating with viscous fluids that clung to the walls of her uterus. The tattoo illuminated again, like a gas lamp was exposed to the crested area.

Vertigo claimed her entire body as if all of the symptoms of her first trimester washed over her in a moment. She could feel her stomach acid coming up as Ruby covered her mouth. As soon as she thought she could vomit the discomfort, nausea claimed her vision. The room spun around her, and the only thing Ruby could do was stare at her stomach as the loose fabric of her nightgown grazed her soft stomach.

“N-no way!” she thought to herself. She opened her legs to pull her gown taut. It was slight, but the subtle curve.Instantaneously it felt like the viscous fluids within her took solid form, inflating her and beginning to stretch the rigid walls of her uterus.

The tattoo lit up again. The aches and pains were all overcome by the intense tingling induced by the spell. “Auuuooohhh~” Ruby moaned as her stomach become distended slightly. Ruby felt her loose nightgown unable to reach her thighs

“Hah-hah-hah-!” Ruby panted as she felt the mass begin to push out her midsection. In a matter of milliseconds her nausea subsided but the sensations were immediately replaced with intense arousal as a cascade of hormones flooded her body. The small mass only grew and took the form of rigid limbs within her.

She felt her lower half expand as her underwear struggled to contain her thickening thighs. The flesh on her hips plumpened until soft flesh began to spill from her waistline. Subconsciously, she felt her begin to lean forward as her weight was skewed in front of her. She felt her gown grow scratchy against her nipples, and when she looked down, her breasts had begun to spill out from the sides of her sleepwear entirely!

The part that grew the most was her roundening belly. Weight and pressure focussed around the very center of her navel. A pinch of pain and a knob of bare, exposed flesh laid exposed into the air. “Ouhhhh!” She moaned as her naval had popped free, relieving some of the pressure on her poor stomach.

Her soft body had completely rounded out. She was exactly where she was when she turned 20, the motherly marks of her body disappeared into her rounded form.

Her pitch heightened as her eyes grew wide. She could feel the stitches coming undone on her delicates. “My… m-m-m-m-my!” Her cheeks flushed her deepest shade of scarlet. The shape of a child rapidly developing in her. In the most imperative moment of the spell, at Ruby’s most sensitive she stared at her naked, mountainous stomach in front of her.

A little point of a foot pushed her skin into a little point with more movements fluttering behind it.

“Oh gods. Oh my gods!” It truly happened! The spell had worked. Her trembling fingers rubbed at her stomach. She was soft, definitely softer than she was after her first pregnancy. But the fit with her body felt more natural. The tattoo around her stomach had grown with her, consuming an unignorable portion of her belly, evident that she had submitted to a supernatural power to put herself into her current state

Her stomach was soft, she could squish her stomach, poke, and prod the sorcery induced child within and feel it move inside its cramped room. Yet, under her fingers the muscles around this life filled space she called her uterus and it began to harden. The thumping of her fingers made Ruby bite her lip into its growing sensitivity. Before she could celebrate the relief of the spell working a moan undulated from her throat.

“Mnnnghh!” She groaned as she felt that weight surge downwards.

Her pregnancy wasn’t over yet.

“A-ahhhh!!” Ruby stumbled. She felt her legs fall unbalanced from under her like her legs locked completely.. Her weight completely distended forward, catching her body off guard. Though the spell had primed her womb to swell with child, the rest of her body struggled to hold the weight.

Ruby stumbled as her legs tried to remember how she used to stand right before she gave birth to Weiss. She needed every ounce of muscle memory to stabilize her body.

The weight of this one was practically identical, her first singleton child that she went overdue with by a week. With all of her womb distended it pushed against all of her organs as the symptoms of instant extreme pregnancy jutted out her ribcage and misplaced her insides.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her child dropped into her rapidly opening cervix.

“O-Oh!!” She gasped as she felt the room around the magical child constrict dramatically. With a powerful twinge an ankle covering amount of fluids shot out from between her legs and drenched the skirt of her gown.

She panted while she leaned her weight against the wall. As soon as she could stand with relative comfort Ruby looked down and her eyes grew wide. The round distention of her nightgown consumed all of her peripheral vision.

Ruby was scared to open her legs. The feeling of the magical baby’s round head sitting so close right above her crotch, she was scared that if she opened her legs the baby would fly out of her.

In an act of trust towards her pelvic floor she groaned as she allowed her knees to separate. Her womb continued to shift, it was like every breath brought her body closer to crowning. But at this very moment, it stopped for long enough to observe all of the changes in her body.

She undid the top button of her gown and freed the clothing from her top, letting her over the shape of her belly and gushed over her pregnant form. She felt so natural as a mother as she twirled with her bump with a massive smile on her face.

Every ridge and fold of her skin filled her with the familiar intoxication of being pregnant. With all of her will she tried to fight the intrusive thoughts. The tingling that overtook her body.

When was the next time she was going to feel this big?

She reached down and touched herself, missing the feeling of her sensitive, swollen folds. Ruby blushed with how hungrily they clung to her fingers and how wet her insides had gotten at her excitement. Even though this mysterious child didn’t fall from her immediately, it’s real place from within her wasn’t too far behind. The young mother’s fingers felt the dropped head.

Between her legs she gasped as her fingers immediately sunk into her vagina that had grown incredibly soft and tight. She had to let either strap of her underwear down her hips and thighs one strap at a time. A glistening line of thick wetness connected her outstretched vulva to her underwear Kept her soaked panties onto her body, letting the soft fabric cling to her hips

And her breasts, she had stopped nursing about a year ago. The spell had tricked her body to perk back up again with swollen ducts.

Her fingers explored her inner thighs, sensitive with the struggle of pushing out the magical baby. Her body was a blaze, aroused as the intensity seized her body, over, and over again. The loss of control with every breath, uncontrollable sensations that forced the young mother to address her body’s desire to birth the lively babe inside of her.

“Ahhh…” Ruby sighed, feeling herself bend over to her own fingers. Her legs buckled to the self induced attention. Her fingers pushed past her own tightness with the pressure of her belly weighing into her walls. The walls that had been neglected throughout her last pregnancy.

Ruby shooed away the dirty thoughts. She was here for a reason that was greater than depraved masturbation. Her only responsibility was to listen to her body trying to give birth to the faux child within her.

Before long, a pinch in her womb grew to a full body constriction centered against her midsection. The infant progressed gradually down her birth canal, making the mother take a deep gasp with her head towards the sky.

“O-oh!” Her breath hitched as she felt the head begin to stretch her lips. The curve of the baby’s head stretched her out wonderfully, making use of every millimeter of her swollen puffy folds. She loved how the head made her feel. The overwhelming pressure of the mass in her stomach emerging into the world.

It's size sat with familiarity with a sliver at her opening. Was it really about to be over so soon?

Ruby couldn’t see past her belly. Though her young hole stretched around that head, she had no idea where it was.

The delicate little sphere that pushed her legs open. It was so small and round with the motherly instinct to protect it. From her upright position, she held her hand mirror between her legs to see the wet head exposed to the cold cellar air.

Ruby’s fingers groped all over the orb caught beneath her fingers, thick fluids and membranes made her sex unbelievably slick.

She moaned as her fingers caught her hot, bulged out skin. The magic had perfectly replicated the feeling of a head pushing through her crotch. The pregnant woman’s fingers explored herself further. How her vulva stretched deliciously around that round, wet orb, Her perineum was on fire.

“A-ahh.” Before Ruby knew it, she was playing with the crown as she slouched flat on her back once again. The inefficient position that poised the child's head back into her opening. Her insides were burning up, she was panting and purring to the mass that stretched her vagina.

The pleasure that drowned out all of the pain. The burning of the round skull separating her folds. The same thing that made the father of her first child leave her. She wanted the future so bad. But for one moment, Ruby needed to indulge herself, she needed it like she needed to breathe. If she didn’t cum this head out, she would die.

Her clit bulged grotesquely from her. She was masturbating with a completely different body! She could feel the head shift from the force. Her other fingers would slip and stroke the wet hair, a reminder that the partially birthed child was right there.

“Yeagh… Ye-ah… Oh my god…” she moaned. Her clit was a button of pure heat and ecstasy that made her gasp full capacity into her lungs. Ruby’s back arched and she could feel the head shift and crown just a little further as she pushed against gravity.

As her hips lowered she felt her chest heave with the massive weight of her inflated breasts . Her hands rubbed her clit hard enough to send tremors that wobbled her popped bust. It took an entire arm holding her breasts to stabilize them, and even still, they spilled out of her grasp. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive in labor.

One hand cupped a singular breast as a finger pinched and flicked her chocolate brown areolas.

Her eyes were going into the back of her head. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog. She was fucking herself stupid at the sensations of childbirth, exactly like she had done when giving birth to Weiss.

As she flicked her clit the baby’s head threatened to shoot out of her with all of the power of her building orgasm. If she had let go of the head the incantation would have flown out of her long before she would have come.

The most embarrassing display of her own lust in her own solitude. She felt her eyes cross with her tongue hanging far outside of her mouth. The ugly sound of a guttural groan.

“OUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. Her legs opened to accept the form of the baby receding back into her. The room lit up with the familiar glow of punk from her tattoo. The inside of her womb pushed her womb outward, each already identifiable feature of her child grew even larger, more pressure welled up within.

“GHOOOOUUUGGHHH!!” Her thighs trembled. As the large crown spread her pussy again Ruby’s tissues clung and circled around the head as she masturbated with the push.

“Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-HoOOOOOGGGGGHHH!” Her teeth clenched. The silhouette of her child receded into her. The torso entered ofer body again, the shoulders jerked her insides.

“GHHHOOOOUUUUGGGGG-FUCK!!” She came again as the weight of the head forced back into her. One eyelid fluttered as her words became inaudible.

Her orgasm was stifled by the powerful force of the head receding back into her birth canal. Her walls closed in on the round head, in the middle of Ruby’s orgasm. Her body fought to reject Ruby’s animalistic nature to finally give birth. The body apathetically entered back into her body, undoing all of the progress, the shape of the babe forced back inside of her.

Ruby rested on her face and knees with enough to support her stomach. Her body equilibrated its euphoria and logic as she came back to her senses.

I got a little carried away…

Ruby’s stomach looked even larger than before. Although her waters had broken, the walls of her uterus felt even more tight and uncomfortable. In her hazy, post-orgasm state.

She noticed the last word of the page being cut off, and Ruby’s eyes grew wide. No title, a continuation of rules and conditions, another half page of rules she didn’t account for when she greedily indulged her greatest kink for the final time.

Two rules immediately caught her eye:

‘The infant will continue to grow linearly, indicated by the glowing of the crest’

Ruby looked down. The child must have grown at least 2 kg the way its dense weight slammed against her body.

‘At feelings of intense sexual pleasure, the birthing clause will be reset’

She could feel the growing pains of the magical fetus weigh down on her body. Her muscles grew sore as they attempted to support the weight of the plumpening child inside of her. Ruby attempted to move to distribute her weight in some way, any way to relieve the soreness and ultimately landed on her hands and knees.

The head remained at the entrance of her birth canal, and when a contraction binded her stomach Ruby finally bore down

As her stomach clenched into a rock her lips whimpered, taking a deep breath into her lungs. “Heeeeeeehhhh…” She held onto the breath into her chest, waiting and squirming as the contraction took hold of her body.

At its peak, she bore down with all of her might. “Ooooohhhhhh.” The contraction continued. Textbook from. But when she was this focussed on labor, nothing happened

The sensations of labor sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure to her crotch.

“Ngggghhh!” She groaned through gritted teeth. The head grew larger against the opening of her cervix. Each kick knocked the wind out of her. Yet, she felt herself grow wetter with the weight that encumbered her. Her stomach was pressed into the cold, hard cobble.

The baby was so large now. Her pushes barely moved the infant an inch. Despite being in the middle of a contraction. Her stomach still grew right before her.

She crawled towards the wall and dragged her growing body against the cold, wet stone. Felt all of her curves hang from under her, she felt like a naughty breeder, carrying the weight of all of her pleasure.

Ruby huffed her weight to a knee and began to stand, one foot at a time. She leaned against the wall, hoping that her upright position would assist the weight down into her with the increasing heft. The muscles of womb were yielding to the false baby within

To her horror, the pain was only matched by an even greater pleasure that seized her entire standing body. While the head parked against her pelvis the bulge grew. The fetus Remained at a deadlock from inside of her.

Gasping and pushing wildly, she had no clue whether it was an orgasm or a contraction. The clauses of the spell acted at the same time. Every time she pushed and made a little bit of progress the baby spread open her insides and grew again.

With two unbelievable pushes that shook her entire core and left the mother light headed. For her hardest pushes she was rewarded with absolutely nothing. Her plump stomach was stretching red to its full capacity. Her skin had grown hot and sensitive, and with the hard head against her cervix she wasn’t sure how her vagina would handle the new mass.

Anxiety built within the young mother. Without a second thought, she thought of the only solution she could think of. The doors were open.

“ALLLLLLLLLLLF!!!” Ruby pleaded across the hall of her cellar.

She heard the cellar door small against the stone walls, the metal fence crashed open as swift, frantic footsteps followed Ruby’s echoing pleas. As the footsteps became closer, Ruby recognized that her situation was about to get much, much stranger.

Alf turned the corner. His dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead. His sensitive elven ears twitched in their fully perked up state as he found Ruby. He took one step towards his partner as he was halted to the appearance of her body.

She was splayed out onto her side completely nude as she laid across her nightgown, cold, exposed, naked, and very pregnant.

“Oh gods…” Alf uttered anxiously as he tenderly approached his partner. One of his stable arms wrapped under Ruby’s back, lifting her from the cobble floor. He cradled Ruby’s head, making sure that she was lucid. “Are you okay?!”

Ruby could barely meet his gaze. Whether embarrassment or exhaustion, she couldn’t bare to see what he could assume, but she knew she needed his help. Her body couldn’t spare her a moment to fabricate a lie.

“It… Hurts…” Ruby managed as she felt her legs open again. With only the slightest of hesitation Alf assisted Ruby , carrying the weight of her body in order to use all of her strength to bear down. He stuffed his hand into her palm, and instinctively she gripped with all of her force.

The elf looked at her perplexed. As he looked between her legs his eyes grew wide. Deeply embedded her sore, red pussy as the sliver of something round inside of her. A head was poking out!

“I’m sorry!” Ruby apologized with panic and fear in her eyes. Ruby's beautiful hole bulged forward. Her pussy that she shared with him their most intimate nights, unprotected. Her snarls and groans of labor filled the room as she lost all composure to the unyielding head trapped behind her pelvis.

“It’s okay, let’s get you through this!”

The muscles between her legs remained tight. Her entire body remained tight as it consumed all of the oxygen she took into her erratic breaths. Amidst the panic, one instinct reigned supreme that demanded Ruby’s full attention, a fight between her life and the faux life within.

“Push!”

“Gnnnngghhh!!” She bore down with all of her might. She focussed entirely on childbirth. Her tissues felt so tense. Her birth canal closed around every surface of her child as it refused to make progress from inside of her. Heavy pants echoed against the walls. “I can't!” She cried.

“You can, Ruby!”

“I’m so tired…” Her heat and coolness perplexed the mother. She didn’t even know what she wanted him to do. She wanted, no, she needed the baby out! Her life depended on it!

The instincts of her struggle lit a flame that she tried her best to conceal. She was holding her breath and pushing against her contractions with complete disregard for her natural urges for sexual pleasure. Her teeth grinded together as she tried to suppress the horrific growl of her body’s mortal urges.

“Get it out, please, pull it oUUUTTT!!” She could feel her voice go hoarse as she screamed into the burning head.

Out of options, Alf followed her instruction, yet as his fingers grazed her, Ruby’s hips shot up, her vulva stretching around the large orb.

“HHHHA!” Ruby gasped as she felt his hands gently caress her bulging nether regions. In an instant all of her muscles relaxed as she thrusted into Alf’s hands. With all of her bottlenecked effort the head exploded out of her. The strict rules of another orgasm forced the birthed head to disappear back into his partner under his very palms. The pink crest shined from her stomach once again.

He recognized the tattoo as it glowed. Ruby’s head shot towards the ceiling with a throaty groanas another 2 kg of weight grew inside of her contracting stomach. The crest bore a striking resemblance to the characteristic symbol of a sex demon despite Ruby being a pure human. Alf looked around the room and saw the ancient text near Ruby’s body

“‘Incubus Kiss’!” Alf shouted in his realization. Of all of their dirty conversations Ruby remained reserved. “A Lust Training spellbook… Ruby…” Alf’s head cocked towards his partner. A look she couldn’t quite identify, opting to hide out in shame.

“I wanted to tell you after we had a baby.” . Ruby could only look away as her partner came to the conclusion. She remembered the look of Weiss’ father in disgust as he looked at Ruby birthing their child.

A hand clasped her chin. Alf guided her eyes back to his, and to her surprise, he wore a warm smile of relief.

“I can’t believe you’d look forward to having our child? How could I possibly be mad at you for being excited about this?”

His reassurance could almost make her forget the massive weight that would soon decimate her crotch once more.

Almost.

“HOO!” Her face scrunched with intensity as a force squeezed against her gigantic uterus.

Ruby got into the only position she hadn’t tried left. A shameful position. She squatted back to the balls of her feet and spread her legs for her partner. The massive head shifted in irresistible ways that stretched her cervix to the very limit of her pelvis. The head was a tight squeeze that made Ruby lightheaded with all of the pressure.

Alf offered his hands to stabilize her position, allowing him to show off her ripe body in the act of labor. It was as if he took a glimpse into the future.

“I need you to look at me. You mustn't cum until the baby is completely out.”

Through pointed lips, Ruby nodded with understanding. Her hips rolled as the next contraction seized her body. Loosened up with the curious gaze of her partner she felt her muscles open up to the incredible diameter of the head. She moaned through grit teeth as her birth canal was mercilessly spread

“Unhhhh~!” She moaned with embarrassment, fruitlessly attempting to hide her deep scarlet blush. His large hands moved them to get a good look at the bliss in her eyes.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, a gentle hand stroking her body. Kissed by acute, magical pregnancy his fingers teased around her midsection. Through a groan Ruby mustered a hazy nod. He felt her stomach tighten with the incredible force to labor such a large child. Her trembling body with her powerful will.

“That was an amazing push.” Alf praised her. “The head is spreading you so nicely.”

Ruby could feel her blush deepen and her heart pound to the praise. His words and his actions lubed up her birth canal for even more progress to be made.Alf gently stroked the false child's crown as her tissues opened up for the massive baby.

“Make those beautiful noises, my love.” Her heart skipped a beat. She realized she could finally share her most shameful trait with another person.

“OUUUUGHHHH!!!” She shrieked as she felt the head open up with her effort

She was grinding the air. In her grotesque squat with a crowning head dangling between her legs, all her hips could do was make the head Rub against her sensitive areas. She felt Alf’s arm pull her into a deep embrace that gently restrained the mother. His palm cupped the head, letting Ruby’s body ease the gigantic dome through her vulva and denying another orgasm.

“Gnnnngghhhh!!!” She moaned into Alf’s strong shoulder. The head slowly made progress into his hand was Ruby began to pant out the massive head, little by little. He couldn’t help but picture his partner with the wet head of his child engaged in her pelvis.

“UNNNNGGGHHHH!!!” She pushed with the contraction, against Alf’s supportive hand and with her desperate body the massive head popped free from her sex.

The tattoo glowed again. The partially born infant began to glow, and in Alf’s hands, grew even more, expanding Ruby’s opening.

“OWWWWWWWWW!!” Ruby screamed in a loss of control to the bliss. The shoulders spread her open and forced Ruby cross eyed as she felt her entrance widen with the explosion of girth.

“Almost there, give me a strong push for those big shoulders, and I’ll give you a reward.”

Her thighs trembled at the prospect. She could feel the thick shoulders bulging slowly from her upright position. Drool pooled on her tongue as groans leaked out of her mouth from every impulse in her body that told her to cum. But she wouldn’t.

She clenched her knees and met the final contraction. The head wiggled from between her legs from the effort of moving such a mass from inside of her. Ruby could feel the mass slowly descend down as she delivered the rest of the massive body into Alf’s supportive hands.

Alf lowered between her legs and flicked his tongue against her little button above the head. “MNNNGGGHHOOOOOOHHHH-!!!!” Ruby screamed as pleasure seized her body. Alf pulled the body from her as she squirted the baby’s massive body free from her.

Alf pulled a glowing child into Ruby’s sight, the endorphins of her orgasm and childbirth caused the mother to giggle with satisfaction for the partner that made her cum in childbirth. The child was about 12 kg and the length of her arm. And as the couple doted over the babe it began to dissipate into pink particles into a little gust of wind.

Cal, the hired man, is my age, well over six-feet, and kind, above all else. He works, and then he eats the supper I put on the table with a soft thank you, and plays with the flock of children in the yard. The money we pay him, he saves for the purchase of his own plot of land one day. When Jack went away for the seed, Cal stayed behind to care for the livestock and keep the place up. A few cozy evenings by the stove after the children were put to bed turned into a series of secret trysts. Cal’s seed had taken root in me as eagerly as Jack’s had ever done. 

In the thick of spring planting, my middle was already softening, pushing out between my hipbones. The farm might have been profitable, but Jack never kept the best back for feeding his family, and I was run off my feet cooking and caring for the children. Where some woman might be soft and round after so many babies, I still reed-slim and angular. 

Sliding out of bed one morning, Jack reached over to where I lay on my back, covered only in my nightie. His broad, roughened hand cupped the rising bulge, firm against the pressure he applied. “Another mouth to feed, hm?”

I said nothing, watching him as he stroked the bump. He patted my belly once and then got up, washing and dressing and going down to feed the animals. I rose too, buttoned on my dress, and started the task of feeding everyone. 

At the breakfast table, it was the usual chaos, with children darting around and squabbling, the new baby at my breast as I served each plate. Jack ate first, and then Cal. The children I prodded into chairs and silenced with buttered toast. The oldest few had school in the village and needed to eat, dress, and leave. The two eldest were girls, Alice and Beatrice, and could wrangle their siblings tot he schoolhouse on time most days. 

I sat briefly, unlatching the baby to switch sides, tucking one breast away and pulling out the other. I was taller than Jack, and he never sired large babes on me, though his children were vigorous. After the two girls, we’d had only boys; Charlie, David, Evan, Finn, Gareth, Henry, Isaac, and James. At least their father would have all the help he wanted once they grew up a bit. Plus the babe growing in me, though Jack would never know it wasn’t his. 

Spring came, the planting was done, and I worked the kitchen gardens with an ever-expanding middle. Even with James at my breast, even eating the dredges of last year’s potatoes, dried beans, and jarred preserves, my middle continued to push outward. I’d never looked so pregnant, so early in a pregnancy. 

To help hide it, I started grinding chaste berry up into his food, and he rolled onto me at night less and less frequently, and was actually successful even less often. James started sleeping through the hot summer nights, just as I lost my ability to do so, rising to pee at least once, if not twice. 

If I had conceived the babe at the New Year, when Jack was away, then I was due in September, right in the middle of the harvest. Say I was pregnant again by the end of October, then next year’s babe would be born in July or August— 

I ran right into Cal, out in the yard on my way back from the privy to the house. He caught my elbows, steadying me. I tipped my head back to look up at him, the night balmy around us, alive with the sounds of insects, other night-dwellers. 

His enormous hand smoothed over the dome of my belly over my nightie, the rough callouses catching on the tissue-thin linen. “It’s not his, is it?”

I put my hand over his, guiding it to feel the length of the baby’s back, already head-down. “No. Never has one of his made me so big, so fast.” 

He pressed his hand harder, and the babe stirred, feet paddling under my ribs. I guided his hand to feel that, too. “Only your child could make me swell like this, Cal.”

Putting his other hand to my face, he bent and kissed me, deep but still sweet. Cherishing, fingers drifting over the dome between us. A babe made of love, not duty, and growing abundantly with it. 

I let him have me in the dewy grass, on hands and knees with my nightie flipped up over my back, belly hanging. Cal’s cock split me in half, nearly, so much bigger than Jack. His hand covered the lower half of my face, silencing any gasps or moans as he fucked me hard and thoroughly, wringing an earth-shaking orgasm from me. 

Inside, I washed his seed from between my thighs before I slid back into bed beside a still-sleeping Jack, glad I couldn’t be made more pregnant. 

~

Harvest came, and I was so uselessly huge, my unwed sister came to mind the children and help with the preserving. Jack didn’t trust Cal to get the best price for the grain in town and so took it himself, spending nights away while Cal worked to bring it in with the short-term crew sleeping in the barn. 

The day came when I could take a deep breath again, my belly low and sloped, the baby’s head sunk deep into my pelvis. Not long now, I thought, seated in a chair in the corner of the kitchen, shelling beans or slicing fruit for jarring. 

After ten births, my body was well practiced at giving birth. What it wasn’t used to, though, was the size of Cal’s child. Jack’s children came quickly, almost easily. Even Mary marveled at the size of me. “You’re certain there’s just one?”

“Yes,” I sighed, swaying through a contraction. They’d been coming irregularly for a day now, with Jack leaving only a few hours before with the latest load of grain to sell in town. “Just— large.”

“I’ll say,” she answered me. “Well, walking always help shift a babe. I’ll stay with the children if you want to pace on the porch or in the yard.” 

I paced on the porch, in my nightie again, my long braid loose down my back. Jack had sent the crew away at last, the grain nearly finished, and Cal left to work it. I paced the long porch as the evening came, and then the twilight. Mary put the kids to bed, and I laboured out in the fresh air, the pains coming faster and harder. 

Hanging onto the railing, swaying, sweating, I gasped at the distinct pop! within me, fluids splashing out onto the floorboards between my feet. With the next pain, I groaned, feeling the beginning of the urge to push. 

Mary rubbed my back, grinding her knuckles into the base of my spine. Footsteps on the stairs drew attention. “Oh, it isn’t decent, Cal, for you to see. Go on, go back to the bunkhouse—”

“It’s his,” I panted between pains. “That’s why… God in heaven, it’s huge.”

Mary paused, listened to me struggle through another pain. “I see.”

I had to push, and I struggled to change positions, trying to sink to my knees unsuccessfully. Cal was there in an instant, levering me into a better position without effort. Mary went for the stool. 

I sagged against him, exhausted, letting my head loll on his shoulder. He murmured gently to me, wiping my face with the wet cloth Mary offered him, and settling me in the birthing stool between pains. I reached down, checking my progress, and found the babe was just there, so close and yet the hardest part still lay between now and its birth. 

With Cal and Mary for support, it took an hour just to split my sex most of the way around the head. The child was simply bigger than any babe I had carried and birthed before, and my body struggled as if it was my first. 

Tucking my chin with the next pain, I let out a low, bestial growl as I pushed with everything I had, through the burning agony—

The head pushed past the tightest part of me, and Mary checked for the cord as I panted, letting Cal hold me up. So, so close. Just the shoulders, and then…

It took another hour to turn the shoulders, to push them one at a time out of my body. Usually by then, the babes just sort of dropped out, but I had to push the babe right to the hips before it fell into Mary’s waiting hands. 

“A boy!” she squeaked, toweling as the baby grizzled and cried already. She passed him up to me, easily over ten pounds, nearly as big as James had been at four months. He cried strongly, limbs flailing, skin pinking up with every breath. 

Cal circled his arms around me, helping me hold him in my trembling arms. “He’s stunning.”

I smile tiredly, peering down at the new life in my arms. “He is.” 

-Rambles

And even though my stomach stayed flat for a while, long enough that I had no clue, my pregnant belly is officially done keeping this secret. What fit me last week, now I can’t even button. I just popped. I’m not huge yet, but it’s clear that this can’t stay a secret for long.

We sat down to talk about it, we had to keep it. And I was going to outgrow my clothes, i was going to get questions on who got me pregnant. And I wanted to know what you wanted me to say. You asked me back in response “Well, do you want me around…?”

“I can’t do this by myself”

“Can we keep hooking up…? I mean do you want to…?”

I was literally stunned into silence and didn’t know what to say. And by the look on face you immediately started trying to fix what you said.

“I mean you can’t get… you know… pregnant twice- I mean yes you can but- you can’t now!”

“This is going to completely change my body from what you know it to be right now. I- …what about when I get too big and it’s just awkward and I feel undesirable?”

“It’ll be because of me though, you’ll get big and awkward because of me. And that’s hot. Seeing your bump, knowing I did it and you’re carrying MY baby,. The bigger you get, the more I’ll be sure to let you know how desirable you are.”

“Okay and what are we going to tell everyone?? They will be shocked to find out that I’m pregnant and two that YOU are the one that got me pregnant!”

“Well tell them those two things. You’re pregnant and it’s mine. We’ll figure it out as we go along”

And that’s exactly what we did.

Everyone was shocked. A couple people had suspicions we were sleeping together because they caught different moments where we shared a knowing look a little too long. Or a flirtatious smirk, or sensed tension. Everyone asked if we were together, we told everyone we’d at least be co parenting.

And then it happened.

We became a pregnant situationship. We never talked about what we wanted from each other. We just fell into playing house. I was already pregnant. And you were there for me and everything I needed and loving all over me to “help push back against me feeling self conscious.” You told me you got me pregnant so you were going to make sure I was taken care of. I was yours- at least for now- you publicly had a claim on me that I couldn’t hide anymore. You ramped everything up. You were sweet. You were caring. You never made me feel bad about my changing body. In fact you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.

You wanted to know everything happening to me and my body. Your curiosity about me turned me on. It was different from before. We were friends that were attracted to each other but now it was different. Your hands were no stranger to my body pre-pregnancy but now the way you places your hands on my stomach and my widening hips, I could feel a change from you. Gentler and more caring. This made it so I couldn’t bring myself to ask you what happens after this is over. I didn’t want to know yet.

I wanted to live in this current moment and reality. The one were you cuddled with me every chance you got. And rubbed my growing belly in the car whenever we got to a red light. Or would spoon me for as long as I wanted while kissing my neck and whispering how much you loved my body while rubbing circles along my growing bump. We fully fell into playing house, my pregnant body was the catalyst and the cherry on top. The detail that made it look and feel so real. Whenever we were out in public together nobody knew our backstory. We looked like any other pregnant couple.

I think you didn’t want to ask either. I could feel when you would ramp up being affectionate to me from time to time. I could tell you’d feel bad whenever I was in pain or dealt with an intense kick. Whenever I was exhausted or struggle to breath the bigger I got. You would apologize for getting me pregnant whenever I was uncomfortable and made it your lifes goal to make pregnancy easier for me every chance you could.

The further along I got, the more obsessed with me and my body you became. You wanted me to wear shirts that were too short and too small. You loved seeing my tits squeeze into tops and bras that they looked like they were going to burst out of. You loved outfits where my belly was WAYY TOO BIG and had to sit in my open zipper, spilling out of my outfits. Being around friends was getting harder and more awkward now. The proof of us sneaking around was officially impossible to hide. But there was nothing I could do except keep eating for two and getting bigger.

When I hit my third semester and started struggling to get up by myself whenever I was sitting down, you’d always come running whenever I called your name. I felt so self conscious about it. I felt self conscious all the time now.

I had to lean back, I was feeling my hips widen and walking was turning into slower waddling with each passing day. But you loved pulling me up. You told me you wanted to because you were the one that did it to me, you wanted to see how big I was going to get. I got teary eyed when you told me all the things I feel self conscious about were the little ways you were keeping track of my size in a way that excited you, not disgusted you.

The bigger I got the harder it was for us to kiss because my belly pushed you further and further from my lips. You paid attention to how far you had to lean to reach me.

The hungrier I got was because of you. You never told me no. My food wishes were your commands.

The more I had to lean back to balance out the weight pulling me forward the more photos you’d take so you could see the progression.

The less of my clothes fit the more you got turned on. Until one day you said you were fine if I walked around the house in whatever clothes i felt comfortable in and could even wander naked.

You loved oiling my belly. Intimately. Sometimes slowly like you were taking it all in. Sometimes quickly like you had 30 seconds left to touch me before being banished forever.

You loved me sitting on top of you during sex. Whether I was grinding slowly on you to tease us both or you were doing all the work while I just sat on top of you. You loved feeling the weight of me on top of you. And when you fucked me from behind you’d growl in my ear when you wanted me to get on top of you. You loved feeling every inch of my body when I was on top. My love handles. My stomach, my thoughts. Everything. Your thirst for my growing body was endless. We fucked like rabbits every chance we got.

And then one day, while we were making love, slowly, deeply, rhythmically, you started to pick up speed. And in the heat of the moment you finally said it. Guttural. Deep. Low. “Fuck. I love you. Tell me your mine”

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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The voice stopped you when you reached the mermaid that was holding three small orange looking fish eggs…her babies. She explained how the eggs needed to be fertilized but they will die if they are incubated in her. Then she noticed you were the type of human who were bred and grinned.

To this day you still couldn’t tell if you actually agreed to this or her song spell made you. But you had a passion filled night “-a night you still can’t recreate with your vibrator.

At first no change but the few weeks after your weird night your stomach began to swell and now you look overdue with triplets. Which to be fair you are!

You were the first human ever to incubate mermaid eggs so you didn’t know when to expect the birth. You find yourself lying in your bed trying to force the eggs to come out.

You were convinced you were permanently pregnant.

Normally you tried to hide due to fear of being seen, but you were in dire need of an inflatable kiddie pool and some salt. When you placed the bag of salt into your cart you felt a sharp pain, you bent over in pain holding your bump. You felt the eggs shifting inside you.

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck’ you thought standing up straight. You quickly push your cart towards check out mentally cursing at the dumbass arguing with the cashier about the damage egg carton.

You tried to ignore the eggs thrashing around inside your womb. You rubbed your bump hoping to soothe the creatures inside you but they basically smacked your hand away.

Finally once you paid and loaded your items into your car the egg stopped. You sighed in relief hoping you could put that weirdness behind you.

You made it home and got started to set up your pool in the living room so you could watch some tv while you soaked.

Once the pool was ready and you settled on a show you began to strip naked. You sat down the pool, played your show and leaned against the pool wall totally excited for a relaxing day.

A shriek came from your lips when you felt one of the eggs sliding down your birth canal. You sit up trying very hard to sit still; hoping that you just imagined it.

But the egg shot down just behind your lips. You quickly got out of the pool and laid on the floor “fucking what?” You cried out feeling the egg sliding back up your canal. At this point you were tried of being pregnant you tried to push the eggs out but nothing happened.

It’s been over an hour and you tried every birthing position but the eggs wouldn’t budge. You even played with your clit but still nothing.

You sighed and got back into the pool ready for relaxing soak you so desperately needed. You laid back down…and the egg reached your cervix. You groaned trying to sit back up but it’s almost like the other two eggs shoved you back down.

You didn’t have time to question it because the first egg is coming. You pushed the egg out with all your might and the egg slowly slide out. You couldn’t help the few moans falling out of your lips it felt good. Sweat dripped down your forehead when you gave your last push. You gasp when the egg popped out. You didn’t get a second to catch your breath because the second egg was ready to come out. This one was bigger then the first “fuck meeeeeee” you groaned bucking your hips.

The egg was half way out of your aching cunt and it wouldn’t budge. “Fu-uck no no no no no” you panicked as you kept trying to push. You brought your fingers to your clit hoping it would help.

On your third orgasm is when the egg shot out. You were panting hoping for a little break.

No.

Your back arched when you felt the final egg sliding down. You were tired and had no more energy to push. But this egg didn’t care, you whimpered as you pushed the egg out of your burning cunt.

Hearing the last egg splash into the pool was music to your ears. Your cunt was stretched out and crying in pain.