#macrosomia

He squatted down in the hallway, feeling the first baby begin to enter his birth canal as he pushed down. He hoped he wouldn't have to do this entirely alone- Grace would kill him if he did. And part of him hated being alone for this, wanting the support of his partner there with him through all of it, even if she was rather cruel. He still wanted her there.

When the contraction was over, he took a moment to gather himself, before stumbling into their room, sitting himself down on the chair as he tried to take deep, soothing breaths. He'd read trying to breathe through the pain helped, but it wasn't exactly effective if there were two children squishing his lungs and making it impossible to do so. And he knew it was only going to get worse.

And worse it did, as the baby finally pressed against his cunt, making it bulge out painfully and turning his labia a bright shade of red, hot and angry. He already felt so raw and he knew he'd have to do this again- and the second time would be even harder, as he knew the baby wasn't in a great position.

He'd barely gotten the head to peek out when he suddenly heard the front door slam shut. "Damien?!" Grace yelled, making him slip up and cry out as the baby started properly crowning. "I-in the bedrooOOOM FUCK!" He screamed, throwing his head back as the burn began to set in.

Grace walked in with a sketchy looking bag, some sort of medication inside as she set it on the bed. "Have you been giving birth without me, Damien?" She huffed, stopping to check before gasping in horror. "You're fucking crowning, you damn brat!" She spat, "Stop pushing, NOW!"

Damien whimpered at her words, but he stopped pushing, making him cry out as the baby slipped back inside just a little. He heaved for air as he heard Grace rustling with the bag, then tearing something open. "I had a feeling you'd be a damn brat, so I got a few things." She muttered, snapping on a pair of gloves as she kneeled between his legs, not letting him see the items she had just yet, though he swore he saw a tube of something.

Her hand rested on the baby's large head, "Damn, I put some big ones in you. Unfortunately for you, you don't get to birth. Not yet." She huffed, before beginning to push on the head, pulling a pained scream out of Damien as she did so. His back arched, loud shrieks and cries leaving him as he began to beg, "FUCKNONONONO GRACE STOP, GRACE I'M SORRY, PLEASE I WAS SO CLOSE-"

"Oh shut up. You earned this when you decided to give birth without asking permission." She spat, her words showcasing her anger at him as she harshly shoved the baby back up and into his spasming womb, making him sob as he felt her whole arm fill him. She held it there for a few seconds until the contraction wore off, and then she tugged it out, making him whimper painfully. His whole belly spasmed and contorted painfully due to the sudden intrusion she'd forced back inside.

He heard the click of something opening, making him look down to see her squeezing some sort of cream onto her gloved hand. "First of all- take this." She handed him a container with a pill in it, "W-what is it-" He asked hesitantly as he opened the container, struggling for a few seconds with the lid.

"Its a labor suppressant. I was trying to put this off, but someone decided to be a fucking brat." She huffed, "Now take it."

Damien gulped, his hesitancy evident before he swallowed the pill, whining as it went down. While he was distracted with that, he felt her begin to lather his entrance in whatever that cream was, before her fist shoved itself back inside, pulling a loud cry out of him as she coated his spasming, raw insides with whatever it was. She was thorough with his cervix, making sure it was coated in the stuff.

"W-what are you doing?!" He sobbed, panting harshly as he clenched around her. "This should only take a minute or so to set in." She hummed, ignoring his question as she began to tug her fist back and out of him, smearing more of it on his cunt before tugging her gloves off, swapping them out. "It's a tightening cream. You're going to repeat this so I can watch this time."

Damien's eyes widened, a loud sob leaving him as he felt it begin to almost immediately work. He could feel the way his cervix slowly began to close, and both his birth canal and cunt stiffen and begin to contract close together. Everything felt so tight, he began to thrash from the pain. "GET IT OUT OF ME, PLEASE-" He sobbed. His cunt felt like it was almost fully sealed with how much it contracted closed, the skin stretching taught as all of his progress was entirely reversed.

"You did this to yourself. Now lets see how well that worked." Grace hummed, pressing a finger to his extremely tight vagina. Damien cried in pain as it pushed inside of him, feeling as though that was far too big now. He'd break from the damn baby later! "PLEASE- I'm gonna break if I give birth now!" "Good thing you're not birthing now, are you? You'll be giving birth later. Now up, on your feet."

He whined pathetically, but stood up, wincing at the pain that flared through him. The contractions were beginning to soften, before finally fading to nothing, everything no longer spasming and pushing to try and get the twins out.

They were stuck until the suppressants wore off. Much to his own horrific dismay.

It was the middle of the night before the contractions started again, this time much stronger, waking Damien up out of a fitful nights sleep already. He gasped loudly as his stomach erupted in painful spasms, the twins inside of him incredibly unhappy as the first one began ramming into his still tight cervix.

He cried out in pain, waking Grace out of her own rest as he clutched the sheets, panting harshly as he tried to breathe through the pain. "Suppressant finally wear off?" She groaned, sitting up as she watched Damiens gravid stomach visibly contract, clearly ready to have those damn babies out of him.

"It hurts so bad-! Pleasepleaseplease let me give birth, PLEASE-" Damien begged, his legs shaking as he spread his legs, trying to make room despite the fact he was still so tight that it'd be hours before anything came close to crowning in that tightly sealed cunt of his.

"I suppose." Grace sighed, as if she was burdened by it. "Go on then, push." She instructed, climbing between his legs to watch.

Damien thanked her profusely, sweat dripping down his brow as he began making the gargantuan effort of attempting to push these huge babies out of him. He screamed as he felt the baby slowly push apart his cervix, practically barreling down despite how well the tightening cream had worked earlier.

He let out another scream as it began pushing its way down his birth canal, stretching apart the painfully tight walls in such a manner his eyes were rolling back, his vision almost blacking out from the pure pain. His belly rippled painfully as another contraction seized his body before he was ready, forcing the baby down further against his will as he sobbed and writhed.

"I-it's too big! It'll never fit!" He cried out, feeling the beginnings of his cunt bulging out around the head. "It'll fit. Otherwise, I'm reaching my hand in there and yanking it out myself." Grace stated, as if it was some casual, nonchalant thing, and not that she was threatening to pull two babies out of his poor, ruined cunt.

Damiens face turned a pretty shade of red as he bared down, screaming as he did so. He could feel the head- it was right there, beginning to form that oh so familiar teardrop shape in his cunt. He could feel the other twin making their way to his cervix, this one clearly bigger than the one that was currently trying to force itself to a crown.

Grace watched silently, her hand moving up to trace Damiens swollen cunt. "I almost want to take a marker to you so you can see how far you stretched out." She chuckled softly, clearly amused at how his cunt seemed to swell and bulge out further as the baby began to push its way into a full crown.

That familiar burning filled Damien as he screamed, clutching the bed sheets tightly as the widest part of the head completely split him open. "FUCKFUCk- GET IT OUUUUUT-" He cried, his head throwing itself back as he bared down with all his strength. He felt like he was going to be ripped apart- and he knew the other twin was bigger.

"Thats it. Almost there." Grace cooed, her hand moving to provide him some much needed counterpressure on his perineum, causing him to sob from the relief. "Goooood boy. You've been good for a while, you deserve some relief."

It took a few more pushes before the babys head gushed out, making Damien cry out. "HOLY FUCK- ITS OUT-" "No baby, you still have to birth the body."

Luckily, it seemed the head had completely stretched him out, and the body slipped out with little problem, right into Grace's awaiting hands. She set it off to the side, moving to keep an eye on Damiens cunt as baby number two made its way down.

Damien strained against the sheer size of this one- it was clearly so much bigger than its twin, making him sob fearfully as it crept closer to his poor, ruined cunt entrance. He knew this one would be the one to totally ruin his poor hole if that other hadn't. Maybe Grace could use that tightening cream on him to help him get back to how he was before giving birth.

"FUCK- Its so big!!" He hiccuped, baring down with all of the strength he could muster. It seemed to help, as the baby began to bulge out his entrance once more, stretching the skin paper thin and almost translucent. The head began to slowly emerge, given a little help thanks to the way Damien had been left gaping earlier from their twin.

He shrieked as he felt Grace's hand on his t-dick, beginning to rub her fingers against it. "Think of this as a reward for pushing that first one out so beautifully." She hummed, glancing up at him as he whined, unsure if he should shift away from the overwhelming pleasure or lean into it. It was all far too much- he couldn't handle it!

"T-too much, Grace!" He cried, his thighs trembling as the baby's head crested, that familiar, awful burn setting in as it began properly crowning between his overly stretched pussy lips. "You can handle this." She stated plainly, watching as their second baby emerged.

It took a few more pushes, the pleasure cresting inside Damien higher and higher until the dam burst, and he came hard, the baby's head practically shooting out of him from the intensity. Damien screamed as it happened, almost blacking out from the painful pleasure that had overtaken his body.

"IT'S OUT!" He cried out, a wet sob leaving him as he reached down to feel the head. "Just the body now, then you may rest." Grace cupped the newborns head, making sure nothing could happen as Damien slowly pushed the body out, inch by agonizing inch.

He whimpered as he stretched around the shoulders, before the body slipped out with a wet noise and landed in Grace's hands. "Good boy! Look at you! I need to weigh them, but this one.." She hummed, "Is easily 14 pounds, you did amazing."

"14?!" He gaped, his eyes wide as he glanced down. "You produce strong offspring, Damien. Almost makes me want to keep you like this forever." She grinned.

Damien hated how he didn't mind the idea, even with the way his cunt was currently battered and ruined from her cruel treatment..

No, he didn't hate the idea at all.

He clenched at the thought of pushing out three next time.

"Just.. no tightening cream next time, please."

"Can do."