#multiples

Ps: im planning to update the folder with all sarah Schmids videos + if there is storage left some more birth videos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise?”

You smirk, coming closer to kiss me properly.

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

her belly hugely round and swollen, she can barely waddle to the end of the street without getting out of breath so she just stays at home being pampered by her owner

Days slowly blur together as your routine of waking up taking your meds followed by multiple feedings throughout the day. Helping you finish each feeding when you can't continue, praising your growing belly, the soft jiggly belly, fat ass and wide hips.

At the start of your fertile period in between your feedings we spend the time fucking. Making sure to keep you filled with as much cum as possible, your body taking in every drop to use for the multiple eggs you have. You begin to enjoy the constant stuffing and breeding, feeling cum drip as we stuff your belly. Feeling your ass wobble and jiggle as thrust into you, watching the waves travel through your body.

Finally you begin to show signs that you're pregnant, it's hard to tell at first due to already looking 9 months pregnant with that stuffed belly. But your tits start to fill and darken, your belly begins to grow rapidly. Any attempt to get a count on an ultrasound fails because of the sheer number. As your skin tightens we spend the time lotioning your belly fighting the rapidly appearing stretch marks.

Laid up and no longer able to move on your own you are only able to continue feeding yourself as your body continues to burn through your stored energy. You massive belly now resting squarely between your legs and extending all the way up to your tits. Which have exploded with growth in the last few weeks.

Any outside movement sending your brood into a kicking frenzy, churning your belly sending waves of pain and extacy through you. All you can do is ride it out as I take care of you, pleading to be induced. You're close enough to your due date, yet I am hesitant to induce and would rather let you go into labor when you're ready. Who knows if it will be days or weeks, you might even go overdue for all we know.

All we can do is increase your stuffing and help you adjust to your growth, keeping your energy up for the growing mass of babies.

at 39 weeks, i'm completely bedridden with this brood of babies, unable to do anything but eat.

and i have to keep eating to keep up with the growth. the babies zap all the energy out of me, and since we don't know how many there are, we just have to keep stuffing my belly continuously to make sure everyone gets enough food.

but eating is a double edged sword. i'm ravenous, but the babies are too, and as my stomach digests all the food, the litter inside of me gets excited, kicking each other, kicking the walls of my womb and leaving me groaning between each mouthful.

i can't see over my massive belly, even while sitting up, watching as pockets of kicks spatter across the surface.

it's a painful yet pleasureful feeling, being so full and just getting fuller. i couldn't move if i wanted to.

we pass the time trying to figure out how many are inside of me, but every time we get halfway through, one baby jostles another and we lose count.

i'll only know for sure when i finally go into labor, but with the cushy life of food 24/7, i'm not sure when these babies will finally make their appearance. they seem just fine to stay tightly packed inside of me for a while.