Unbirth but never letting them out so you can stay perma preg and always producing milk~
I look beyond overdue, my belly nearly triumphing over the entire rest of my body… The vast majority of every day is spent entirely in bed, bemoaning my predicament. I’m constantly on the brink of labor, groaning low and long as ‘Braxton Hicks’ contort and contract my belly, the outline of what grows within almost frighteningly visible at some points. My tits hang heavily on either side of my massive midsection, threatening to spill thick cream at any given moment.
I had agreed to be a surrogate for a strikingly attractive gay couple, as the two had posted online wanting a third partner to help grow a family. Selfishly, I wanted nothing more than to be pregnant and to be able to pass off the inevitable responsibility nine months afterwards to anyone else. I figured it’d be all the better if they’re willing parents. Some short correspondence later, I met them in person — it was almost uncanny how beautiful the two men were, even moreso than the pictures. The taller of the two, a lithe, dark-haired man with a voice so deep and soothing it felt hypnotic, introduced himself as Thorne. His partner, still taller than myself but only reaching Thorne’s shoulder, neglects to speak. However, he more than makes up for his height; he’s built like a powerlifter, and the way he stared made me afraid he might snap me in half.
My nerves aren’t totally unfounded — being spread open on both their cocks at once that night certainly threatened to split me in two, and the next night would test me even further. It’s saccharine torture as Thorne sits me in his lap, tugging and twisting at my nipples while the other man sits between my spread legs, slowly and deliberately playing with my tdick. It felt like hours, and eventually I was so wet I could swear that slick was gushing out of me. I had long since screwed my eyes shut in ecstasy, and I couldn’t find it in me to open them even as something positively gargantuan aligned itself with my pussy. Steadily, at an agonizingly creeping pace, it pushed itself into me, and I found myself shocked by the lack of resistance. The stretch stung like hell, and even as it’s barely inside of me I felt heavier, but far from any desire to stop its insertion. An even wider section pushed further, and Thorne’s gentle praise and shushing was completely drowned out by my caterwauling as my hole was forced agape impossibly far. Thankfully, the rest slid in with mercifully less effort, and slightly quicker. My cervix had long since been shoved open, my womb breached and stuffed beyond capacity. I open my eyes briefly, and an orb of flesh towers over me. My entire body is sore, and I only register the wall of bloated, wobbling skin as my own belly when I dimly feel cold, slender hands rubbing circles in either side.
“What a perfect bearer… You hold him so easily~”
Thorne’s words echo in my head, having heard them nearly every day for the past three years. Even now, his hand rests on a fraction of the underside of my belly, idly rubbing back and forth. A particularly vicious cramp grabs at my overtaxed uterus, and I instinctively go to spread my legs, thinking it might finally be time… Yet somehow bearing down only makes my belly hurt more, and it even somehow manages to make my udders suddenly spray milk. I whine and whimper, huffing miserably as my sadistic ‘caretaker’ pushes my legs back together.
“He won’t be coming out for a long, long while… Why not do your best to get comfortable, rather than hurt yourself trying to get him out?”
