#pleeeeeeeease

Hours of our collective moaning echo through our bedroom and the smell of cum and sweat permeate the space. I won't stop until you're so filled that you're leaking.

9-10 months later, it would be the peak of summer. You're so massively pregnant and uncomfortable that you can't wear the maternity items that can cover you completely. You have no choice but to wear a shirt that rides up over your belly button at the slightest movement, no choice but to have your bump, taut with twins, be a natural spectacle for everyone when you shop.

You want to pop so bad but every solution you try does nothing. Every single solution but the way you got so massive in the first place that is. I'll tease you just like before. I'll taunt you with the Idea of fucking you until your waters burst every moment I get. Gently brushing a finger over your swollen pussy, cradling your milk engorged breasts anything to get you hot bothered enough that you're once again begging for me to slide into you.

The moment I relent you'd look so relieved, but my fun isn't over. I'd relentlessly edge you through contractions. Coax you to the point of orgasm only to pull back. I'd feel a pleasure triggered contraction begin to roll through you and stop myself just to watch you grasp your hardening stomach. You'd be so desperate for relief, pleasurable or painful, that you'd beg me to slam my cock into your slowly dilating cervix. The sight would be so enjoyable, I don't know if I'd give in and just fuck you roughly or stop completely so you can keep being full of babies for another day…

(I'M FERAL PLEAASSE) No hardcore warnings for this, just overdue pregnancy discomfort/pains.

I have a proposal tho. What if you fuck me like an animal but I still don't go into labor? What if I'm so pained and exhausted after my third orgasm that we have to stop? What if I wake up the next morning with an even lower belly and a waddle that's far more exaggerated than it was the day before? I've been having regular contractions every 30 minutes since you brutalized my cervix but they come no closer than that. I'm in labor but I'm not IN labor like I want to be.

I want to feel your hands massaging my heavily burdened hips as I moan from the aches and twinges. I'm always holding my impossibly huge belly with one hand and you, the wall, or a piece of furniture with the others as I try to walk. I stand with my legs squeezed together because it feels like a baby will fall out if I spread them even the tiniest bit.

I've abandoned the belly band you got for me when I reached my eighth month. Your babies are so large and low, nothing can lift the immense pressure off my hips anymore. My back feels like it's about to snap in half if I don't drop soon. The babies have grown so large that the stress is no longer limited to my pelvis and belly. My skin is stretched so tight and the babies have pushed everything out to the point where part of my lower spine is curved and visible. It's too much.

To make matters worse, the AC broke at noon. It's the middle of July and the house is sweltering in the 95°+ heat. You take in the sight of me sitting with my hips angled due to the pressure of the head that felt like it was a single contraction away from bulging out of me. I'm fanning myself with a magazine panting, drenched with sweat, and topless. Milk weeps from my aching breasts and drips onto the top of my swell. My belly is exposed and so tight with labor but the contractions are the only things that move it. I'm so out of womb that the babies are still with no room left to kick and roll but the tightness of my belly made them bulge out of me. I sit there rubbing the mounds, moaning as I beg them to come out.

Then I look at you and my eyes drift down to the big bulge in your pants.

Just one more time. One more railing and they'll come. I can feel it.

I gasp and groan as I haul my overly pregnant body up from the sofa. My waddle is so slow but I make my way over to you as I'm hunched forward and cradling your load in both arms. To both of our surprise, I manage to wiggle out of my briefs and sweatpants without any help. When I bend over and expose myself to you, you notice water dripping from my swollen pussy like a sink you didn't turn off all the way.

I'm so close. I'm so fucking close to birthing your fat babies but I need you to tip me over the edge. My desperation has consumed me and I know I look like a total mess but I want to push these twins out so bad. I'm begging, pleading for you to take me harder and faster than you did the night before. My sack is already torn so it won't take much and I don't care if it hurts. Pound me. Break me. It'll work this time.

Do it now, please. I can't take it anymore.

GUYS.