LOVE that most recent little blurb you posted, would love to see more of that guy's life as a slutty little breeder!!! Maybe a few years down the line, or maybe a timeline of when he first gets knocked up and then all of his subsequent pregnancies? Just ideas, but yeah, I would love to see more of him (or others like him ;D)
the boy lays back on the paper in the doctor's office. he knows that when you get this pregnant, you really shouldn't lay on your back, but he can't help it--it's just so comfortable this way. it's a little hard to breathe, what with how his bump weighs him down, but for now it's nice.
the doctor comes in and he tries to sit upright, but the belly is too awkward and heavy. he does a sort of half-crunch and gives up.
"good afternoon," the doctor says, thinking nothing of it. he does sound a bit disbelieving, though, when he says the next part-- "says here you're 28 weeks? and no prior visits?"
"sorry, I get busy..."
"that much is obvious," the doctor murmurs, leafing through the papers on his clipboard. the boy frowns, slightly, but he guesses that at a cheap clinic like this, you get what you pay for when it comes to bedside manner. he looks down at his big belly, and hopes that, despite his bluntness, the doctor can help him. or at least, put his mind at ease.
"this is your first?" the doctor asks, sitting down on a stool and wheeling it over to the boy's side.
"sixth."
the doctor nods, but his expression is equal parts surprise and judgment. he glances over his chart one last time. "i've never seen you in before."
"with my first, i didn't really know what i was doing. i was young and stupid and wanted to act like i wasn't going to have a baby--i didn't want to stop partying for a second. i figured i'd worry about it when my water broke. and that's what i did," the boy shrugs, rubbing his belly. "worked out fine. so i never really worried about it. all of my babies turn out fine."
"what brings you here now, then?"
"...i just have a feeling something is different. i've never been this big before, not even at full term---it's growing out of control. i'm good at having babies, but..." he pats the surface, sending a ripple over his skin. "i'm worried this one's going to hurt."
"well, let's see." the doctor stands, and goes to palpate the belly with his gloved hands. the boy winces a little---he feels his baby squirm, butting against the doctor's intense presses, as if to protest.
"sorry," he apologizes, bashfully.
"have you been feeling a lot of movement?"
there it is, on the other side of his belly---a few kicks, up near his rib. the boy sighs, and his belly heaves with it. "yes. i'm growing a gymnast, or something. won't stop tumbling around all over the place. back and forth and up and down...i can't keep up. i just feel like...they're so huge. they feel high and low all at the same time--it's like i'm just stuffed full of baby. like there's no spare room at all."
"...they?"
"oh, yeah," the boy laughs. "i don't know the sex. never been to a doctor for this kind of thing, remember?"
the doctor removes his hands, and silently squirts some gel onto the lower part of the boy's impressive, towering belly. the boy can't even see where the ultrasound wand presses into him, he only knows that his baby doesn't like it. many kicks are aimed at his ribs, and he's a bit miserable. that is, until the shock melts it away:
"looks like 'they' is a better term than you probably intended," the doctor turns the screen to face him. "you're having triplets. that's why you're so big."
oh, god. his sister is going to be pissed.
maybe it's time he helps her raise all of his offspring. some of them are getting old enough to be going to school, now. he does really like to party, and he never means to get knocked up...but he tries to vow that this is his last brood. he'll be responsible from here on out. gosh, eight kids. that's too many. but he can't help but smile.
as he feels his babies moving around, feels how full they make him...he knows they won't be the last.
