Traffic was slow and silent that day. Stan and Elijah sat bumper to bumper as they had been since Stan’s water broke on their driveway. A sharp inhale brought Elijah’s hand to the top of Stan’s belly.
“Fuck they’re getting worse, how-ugh-how far is the hospital?” He shook with every word, feeling every muscle in his abdomen tighten more and more.
“30 minutes… but the gps tacked an hour onto that so we’ll see.”
“Uh ahhh fuckkkk I can’t do this, it hurts so bad.” Elijah stroked his cheek, waiting for the contraction to give way.
“It hasn’t been that long, I’m sure you still have time.” But it lasted even longer than the last one, and he had even less time until the next one.
“I can’t do this… I can’t do this… I-I think I need to push.” But Stan knew he needed to push. He’d managed to ignore it for a while but it only got worse.
“No. No! We need to get to the hospital I mean look at you! You’re massive and overdue, what if you need a c-section?” Stan cried out, gripping onto the car door and Elijah’s shoulder. He couldn’t think about the worst case scenarios and he couldn’t think about c-sections, all he could think about was pushing.
“It’s coming! I’m pushing! I-I-I can’t stop!” Stan bore down long and hard. He couldn’t hear Elijah telling him to try and hold back, he didn’t see his pussy already bulging in his tight boxer briefs trying to make room for the first kid, and he didn’t notice Elijah pulling over.
“Baby… this can’t happen in the car.” Elijah looked at him fearfully. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it was going to suck.
“I can’t stop… the pressure is so much, and I can’t deny this urge.” Stan threw his head back, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the feeling returned.
“Listen… there are some things we can do to stop it from happening-“
“Yes. Whatever it is just… yes. I can’t have this baby in the car, it hurts so bad and I’m so big.” Stan had pondered whether or not twins would be easier than delivering the belly he perceived as one giant kid, but he’d convinced himself it was just one baby, big enough to break him
Elijah reached into the back and pulled out a bag. In it, some toys. Stan knew what had to happen.
“Ok, your boxers are very, very tight. I think… if you can’t stop yourself from pushing they should stop it. If not…” Elijah pulled out a smooth, squishy plug and a chastity belt.
Stan gritted his teeth and scrunched his face up. “Please… drive.” He did his best to stop himself from pushing. It was agony, and every minute; every contraction, the pressure was more and more and more. He was already miserable by the time Elijah managed to get back on the road, but he was fully immersed in his own determination not to push by the time the car made it two feet. “I can’t do it… I’m so sorry baby.” Stan groaned and gave in, but Elijah wasn’t mad. He was terrified, but he wasn’t mad. After Stan finally released the push he looked down. His pussy was still bulging like crazy, but now the slit was solid.
“Ok love he’s teardropping. Do you think you can try and hold back again?” Stan closed his eyes tight and tried, but he felt the baby beginning to crown. He shook his head aggressively. “Ok hon… don’t be mad.” Stan looked at him teary eyed and watched his hand find the scalp. His fingers spread around his stretched lips and bulging head and slowly began to apply pressure.
“Ahhhhhh! It hurts! D-don’t stop!” Stan couldn’t even make any noise to deliver the feeling of his own progress being ruined. Every millimeter made him want to push exponentially more, but he knew he couldn’t. Slowly and strenuously he brought his hands to his waistband and tried to peel the soaked underwear off. Elijah stopped for only a moment to bring them to his knees and Stan was forced to hold the descending head in place. Before he knew it, there was a plug in his fluttering hole.
“I’m sorry baby we just-“
“No. I can’t have this baby in a car. You’re helping.” Stan’s words descended into a whine, and he felt his body trying to get it out. Elijah could see him shaking, and he saw his cunt trying to expel the plug. He put a hand on it and kissed his lover. They locked eyes and Stan cried out. “It wants out! I’m trying to so hard!” Stan began to cry and Elijah wiped the tears away.
“We can try the belt… it would let it move down a bit.” Stan swallowed hard and nodded. He gritted his teeth and held onto Elijah’s shoulder hard as he moved his hand away. With a pop the plug came out and you could see the head attempting to barrel down. Elijah managed to get the front of the belt on, and Stan sobbed as he sat up for the latch in the back
Stan began to giggle slightly through his sobs. “I think… I’m more upset about not being able to see it than I am about not being able to push.” Elijah burst out laughing and put his arm around him, planting a loving kiss on his cheek.
“We’re going to spend lots of time with this little one don’t you worry. You can stare at the top of its head for as long as you’d like.” Stan still felt miserable, sore, and desperate to push, but things weren’t so bad when he had Elijah with him.
“Oh fuck. Ohhh hmmmm… I’m not… gonna…” Stan closed his eyes and batted at Elijah for a hand to squeeze. He gave it, happily, and encouraged his husband.
“Don’t talk. Just focus. You can do this.” Stan’s chest heaved as the contraction ended after a few minutes.
“I can’t do it… it’s too low… it burns so fucking much Eli.” Stan whined as the next one followed almost immediately. “It’s trying to get out, I can’t do it! Please… please just let me.”
Elijah stopped for a second and pondered before regaining his consciousness. “Stan, baby, the hospital will be so much safer. I just… need you to be ok.”
“Aggghh… Elijah that’s very sweet, but - Ugh FUCK - I will be ok once I get it out.” Stan threw his hands up and gripped his headrest with all his might. “Fuck why did it happen so fast? I thought - aaaahhhhgg noooo - I thought it was supposed to take days the first time! OW SHIT!” The only two thoughts in Stan’s head were ‘don’t push’ and ‘holy fuck let me push’.
“I’ve had my exposed pussy on this seat the whole time, except for when I had sex toys in or on it! Pull ovaaahahaahhhh.” Elijah did as he was told. “Hurry up and get this off me!!” Stan shook as he lifted himself so he could be freed, and the second the two saw the head stretching Stan’s lips he bore down. Almost immediately the head was out.
“Oh my god you’re doing it! Keep pushing.” Elijah unbuckled and kneeled on his seat to ensure that he had a good angle.
“Fuck! Oh my god it hurts so bad but I’m so glad I’m pushing!” Elijah kissed the top of Stan’s head as he bore down. Even though he whole head was free it was still big enough that the skin of Stan’s delicate cunt was white. It bobbed back and forth, the shoulders inching out ever so slowly but never being allowed their full width.
“Take a break love, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Let your hole adjust.” Stan stopped but sobbed loudly.
“I can’t do it! I just… can’t! Why won’t it get out!” Stan writhed in his seat, holding the head and daring himself to pull it out. Elijah put a hand on top of his.
“It’s ok. There is no one in this world who I trust to have a baby in a car more than you. You’re strong, and handsome, and smart, and…” Stan stopped listening and started pushing, he was desperate, “and I know you didn’t want to be pregnant, and I know that you were more sick about growing a person than you were morning sick, and I know that no one has ever tried harder to have a baby than you have, and I know I’ve never been prouder of anyone.” By the time Elijah was done with his speech Stan sat up and lifted the baby up from his seat, both of them crying loudly.
“Thank you… thank you Eli… fuck my pussy hurts so bad.” Stan laughed half heartedly and wiped his face off. He could still feel his contractions ebbing and flowing gently, but he ignored them, certain that they would fade. “I should probably try to push out the afterbirth, right?” Stan was still huffing quietly, but he bore down calmly without disturbing his own stillness.
“Gently my love.” Elijah watched as he did; the seat was fully soaked in birth fluids, and the severed umbilical cord lay limp between Stan’s legs.
“Ugh. Fuck this is heavy.” Stan tried once more and sucked in through his teeth. A strong pain gripped him again. “No. No no no no no no, nooooooowwwwww. T-take him…”
“Why? What’s wrong? It’s not… oh babe.” Stan sobbed once more as he realized what was happening. He pushed and felt movement deep inside of him.
“Hopefully this one will be as fast… I feel so stupid. How did they miss this?” He held onto his armrests as his body forced him to push more. He could feel it sliding into his birth canal.
“I guess it happens sometimes… well now we know why you got so big.” Stan yelped as the contractions peaked right as he had given himself some respite from forcing his second child out.
“I can’t do it again! Aahhhh, nooo get outttt.” Sweat poured down his skin as he pushed and pushed, his husband watching lovingly as he did his best to encourage him.
“You can do it. This is just… two for the price of one!”
“AHHHH FUCK! No! This cost is exponentially worse! I’m so tired.” Stan looked over at Elijah, the only thing giving him strength in that moment.
“It’s ok you’re doing so good. I think I’m starting to see something.” Stan’s pussy has started to bulge, but he was exhausted. His pushes had shortened to only a few mere seconds, and he could barely even feel his body screaming to bear down.
“Fuck I need it out. I think… you might AHHHHHH NOO!” Tears rolled down his cheeks and he pushed down once more, holding his belly and squeezing tight. Elijah looked at him curiously, waiting for his response. “Fuck you might need to help this time.” Stan feel back in his seat defeated. He couldn’t see past his belly still, but he could feel the openness of his cunt.
Elijah watched as Stan pushed frantically in short bursts. It wasn’t until the head sat comfortably in his ruined cunt that he answered. “You want me… to pull?”
Stan nodded as he hit the door flailing during a push. “Y-yes. I can’t do it. It hurts so fucking bad.” Elijah didn’t. He really didn’t, but he was going to. For Stan.
Stan continued to push, grunting, yelling, shaking, and sobbing until the head popped out. “FUCK ELIJAH.” Within seconds Elijah had managed to push his fingers past the stretched and ruined skinned of his husbands hole to hold his fingers under the shoulders. “FUCK FUCK NO STOP STOP STOP!” Elijah didn’t listen and managed to pull out their second child in the midst of Stan’s screams.
Stan couldn’t move. All he could do was stare into the barely moving traffic as he nursed the two children he’d just delivered in his car
