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Hey everyone,

I'm a few days late on this. I did want it out sooner, but things have been rather busy for me. But here is a small piece I worked on for the Easter holiday.

It's not my usual forte but I will see how this one is received.

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Shoot With Life

This continues directly from the moment near the end of my previous story with Iona! This was a fun little one to work on and I do want to do more of this style of preg. Will need to keep experimenting with it.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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He arrived at the apartment moments ago. Well dressed in a suit and a touch of gray in his hair with a heavy five-o-clock shadow. He followed the crudely written instructions he got from a coworker. Looking at the crude text he was reminded of their enticing words. “She'll change you, she's magical.”

He looked around for it. What Were the numbers the man wrote? He could vaguely recall this woman's name: Lona Abernathy. Was that it?

He looked around. There were no names on the door. It was eerily quiet here. Like it was abandoned. Yet there were so many cars out there. Arriving at a door vaguely matching the crudely written numbers. He gave a good knock on the door. Once more for good measure. He could hear a voice on the other side. The door opened and he saw a flawless feminine face staring back at him.

“Yes?” She asked softly

“Are you Mrs.Abernathy?”

“I'm no Missus. Miss.” she corrected

“But you are Abernathy?”

“I am,” she said plainly, “and who are you?”

“Well, you see. My name is Dwight Freedman, I am hoping that you can help me with something.”

She opened the door more. Dwight was surprised to see she was so youthful and beautiful. He was so mesmerized by her face he didn't notice or pay mind to the large rounded sphere resting on her abdomen. 

“What do you want?” she asked him

Dwight began “Miss Abernathy-”

“Iona, please.” She said calmly

“Iona. I was wondering if you could help me. I've been in a sort of funk lately. You helped a coworker of mine. Miles, Miles Halloway, and I was wondering if you could assist me the same way.”

Iona had a wondering expression on her face as if trying to recall the name. “Please come in,”

Stepping in quickly Dwight Proceeded to turn around finally noticing her rather gravid state. A sudden sound of shock left his lips. Catching himself. “I ugh. I didn't know.”

“Oh, this?” She said tracing her baby bump “Don’t worry about this. Come sit,” she gestured to head over to the couch.

Dwight was nervous. He didn't know what she was gonna do but he'd never really done it with a pregnant woman before. She sat down next to him. “So tell me what it is that brought you here?” Her voice was sweet As she traced her fingers around her belly

“I. Um well. I've been impotent as of late. And nothing’s been exciting me.”

“Have you tried a wife?”

“No no, I'm. Uh.” Dwight let out a nervous chuckle,” I'm not married,”

“I see,” Iona said “Aren't there pills to help with that,”

“I tried. They didn't seem to work.”

“And what exactly will I be able to do about it, in my current condition?”

“I dunno, something I hope. The way Miles talked about you was like you were some kind of miracle worker. He said you were magical so I figured you'd kinda do the same for me. Shoot some life into these balls,” 

Iona had a look of confusion. From the way Dwight was talking. Miles, whoever he is, never revealed the nature of how Iona helped him. But she also couldn't recall a male customer by such a name, and given who she is she was often well aware if someone tried to use an alias. Perhaps it was a client from years ago, she wondered. “And what did, Miles say about me?”

“Only that you were magical, and you'd change my life,” Dwight said elated

Dwight continued to ramble as Iona pondered this. It seemed familiar, even vaguely so. Remembering someone who once said something similar. Perhaps it was them,  “I See,” she said to Dwight

Thinking for a moment  “Well. I'm sure I can whip something up. That will help you,”

“Oh bless you,” Dwight said to her

“Please wait here,” she said, scooting herself off the couch and heading to another room. 

“Do you-” He began to shout to her “Do you want me help with anything?”

“No.” Iona said, “In fact, if you want you can head on into the  room with the red carpet and get undressed i'll be in, in a moment.”

Dwight sat up and headed over.  Beginning to unbutton his shirt. The room Iona mentioned was ajar from the living room. He entered and saw a few tables. Putting his clothes on one of them. Standing completely naked back to the door.

“Here have this and I'll be in shortly,” Iona said, shutting the door. 

He turned just missing her. He didn't want to seem pushy as she did seem to be pregnant. Very pregnant in fact. Something Dwight was a bit concerned over. “Hope I'm okay, never did it with a pregnant woman before.” He thought

The cup she left for him was filled with a dark substance which to Dwight seemed to resemble a cola. He thought of her as such a kind host and would return The kindness by waiting for her there. 

Standing in the center of the room. With one quick motion, he gulped down the drink. The room was nice and warm against his bare skin and the drink was refreshing. Though it looked like it, it didn't taste like cola. He began to feel something akin to a burp forming before the feeling descended to his balls. 

He was surprised, having not felt them descend like this in some time. They were getting heavy. With one hand Dwight could already tell something was happening. He'd never felt them hang quite so low.  They had swollen rather large appearing like baseballs between his legs; the weight was something to be admired. Dwight was only wondering what exactly he had drunk to make them swell up like this. He couldn't help but want to be brought down to his knees. His balls felt massive. Already big enough for one testi to overflow his palm.

Dwight’s balls didn't stop getting bigger and bigger. They were already the size of cantaloupes when he felt a bizarre sensation take over him. Like swimming or moving. In one - no. Both of his testi. He was puzzled and speechless. It took mere seconds for each testi to swell to the size of large watermelons. Each ball was heavy. He stayed there on the Ground weighted down by his massive balls. 

“I- Iona?” He called out.

He'd hoped this was a dream. Going to a mysterious pregnant woman's house. Expecting sex and his testicle swelled to an unusual size. There was no other explanation. Dwight felt the skin was stretching further than he thought possible. He'd never imagined they'd be so big.

Dwight was confronted again by the sensation of something moving inside his testi. feeling it with the palm of his hand. His heart sank and his blood ran cold. What was it? This had to be fake. Right?

He called out again for Iona. Dwight could feel a kind of dull pain around his lower stomach and pressure near his bladder. "What the hel-” he managed to let out before a sudden burst shot out of his cock. 

It felt like a large jet of semen shot out from his cock. It relieved the pressure for a moment before bringing on the pain. He grunted and groaned, feeling something stretching out his urethra. Slowly inching its way out. He cried out for Iona again to no avail. His painful wails left his ears ringing.

Dwight wanted to fall over yet the weight of his balls would not let him go far. The large creeping through His urinary tract continued. The pressure felt like a building orgasm yet couldn't understand why it was so painful. He closed his eyes from the strain, feeling a large weight press against his prostate. It was overwhelming. He let out a deep bellowing wail. A mix of agonizing pain and great pleasure.

Something big was getting closer now. Pressing against the tip of his cock. He went numb from the straining feeling. It was like it came out centimeter by centimeter, a slow painful crawl. He hunched over in pain and finally opened his eyes. 

Between Dwight's spread legs was a largely inflated cock. A tuft of hair crowning out the tip of his dick. “AHH!” he let out 

Like any sane man might. Something big and hairy was coming out of his dick. It was round almost like a head. Was it a baby? 

Dwight was too swallowed up in the pain and confusion to ask questions. Seeing the head covered in bile creep out confirmed it. It was a baby. Painfully he passed one shoulder and then the other. Then out came the body. Only feeling relief from pressure once the body came out completely. Yet this moment did not assuage him. The familiar pressure came again. 

The pain of feeling his urethra being stretched out again was more intense this time. Perhaps this was due to sensitivity from the baby prior. He was wailing in distress, begging for help. “Oh god! Please!” He cried out as tears rolled down his face. The baby persisted creeping through his loins. The first was crying. Dwight ruled inwards before falling over to one side. It hurt him to be in the fetal position. The baby, getting closer and closer to the tip.

Unlike the first, a foot popped out then another. This one was in breech. The baby was creeping out his cock twitching and pulsing as more of the baby crept out. All was well until the shoulders. A painful struggle. Dwight screamed. Someone had to have heard him. Someone has to hear this, whatever was happening to him right? “Please god make it stop!” Dwight wails through a river of tears.

Finally, the twins head passed through the eye of his cock with little difficulty. Dwight cried as the pressure was gone. His relief was only met with tears. The tinge of pain resonated through his nethers. He couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Coming to, sometime later. Afterbirth resting at his feet. The babies were cleaned and swaddled nicely in a pair of bassinets. Dwight looked down at his cock, still recovering from passing two children. It was swollen, large, and red as if inflamed. He barely had the strength to move yet was determined to crawl away. This ordeal was no hallucination brought on from ingesting the drink, Iona gave him. She had to be responsible. He would confront Iona, come hell or high water.

It was a struggle just to get to the door. A greater hurdle was to lift himself so he could reach the doorknob. Ages could have passed in the time it took him to reach the door knob. Finally accomplishing it, he fell as the door opened outward. Dwight looked up expecting to see Iona’s apartment. Yet it wasn't. He was greeted with familiar sights. It was his apartment, though familiar it now was filled with unopened packages, baby supplies, and fully built cribs. And they were in his apartment. 

This couldn’t be possible. When he finally had the strength to stand he barely managed to hobble into the, he tried to throw the door closed. Be done with this, only the door didn’t move. The room shrunk suddenly. Pushing the bassinets out gently, before slamming the door shut. He was alone with the children he birthed from his loins. Standing in the dark of his apartment. 

Iona’s gentle voice echoed in the dark, it sounded like it came from all around Dwight. Saying, “Be weary of what you ask. He paid a great price to have his life changed. And so too must you. Take care of the twins, and treat them well and with love. I will know if you do not, and should I need to return. I will not be so lenient.”

Dwight looked at the twins sleeping soundly.

“Enjoy your change,” Iona finished

Dwight’s cries were silent. Tears rolling down his face. He didn’t ask for this.

It has been three years since the night he paid a visit to Iona. His twin boys Reinier and Michael, were having a little birthday celebration. Moved from his small apartment to a small house, and guests abound. Mothers and fathers and children whom his boys befriended through trips to the park, or just being out and about with the boys. He had a warm and deep affection for those boys, having raised them as best he could. Their smiles warmed his heart, and though he did love them deeply. Dwight was unsure if he did so out of fear of Iona’s wrath, or if it was truly genuine.

Realizing only after his encounter with Iona, he had asked a witch to shoot life into his balls. He gave nothing to her. Though she didn’t turn him away, ironically, she did do as he asked. And gave him twins no less.

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Tanya's Magical Baking Mishap

This one came about from my want to revisit the Character of Iona. Naturally I did go over a few concepts that bled Iona in a bit more naturally. But I ultimately ran into complications with how the narrative was going to play out. Anyways - I do hope you guys enjoy while I work on some more stories.

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Tanya had always had a great love for baking. Happily spending hours in her cozy kitchen whipping up an array of delectable treats. In her more formative years she spent time learning from older relatives; who showed her how fun it could be while also expanding her horizons. Tanya learned and improved her tastes leading to a love of improvising and improving on recipes. Leading to flavor profiles she may never have tried otherwise. It also gave rise to her collection of cookbooks. Numerous books of differing sizes and eras. 

Within Tanya’s collection of old cookbooks, she managed to stumble on a peculiarly old book. Its black leather cover with long faded gold inlay gave credence to the age of this cookbook. She could see the vague letters spelling out the words Magica Fer - but nothing else seemed to be legible. She combed through the various pages seeing a few recipes had Latin names scribbled next to a few were vague transitions. She found one on page twenty-nine with the word cookies written on it.

She looked it over, it seemed fairly standard. While the name was written in Latin, it was written in English. Tanya happily went through the fairly standard recipe. What drew her attention to it was it called for Lavender and Carnations. Mixed into both the cookie dough and a nice icing topping. It sounded interesting. She had never done something like it before. Tanya did like to venture out of her comfort wheel.

The instructions were even interesting. While the cookies were in the oven, the recipe mentioned: “Think about your desire and pour them into the heat of the oven”. Odd yes, but no different from some of the recipes called for “A good smoke while you have the downtime” or “rethink your life choices”. She took it as the author having fun with it.

As she waited for them to be finished she did a little daydreaming. Thinking of a time in her future where maybe she was teaching little children to bake. Passing on her passion to another generation. She didn't care who. Whether it was as a teacher, a mother, an auntie, or a dear family friend. She could see herself vividly surrounded by children excited to bake, hanging on her every word through recipes.

The aroma was lovely. The cookies came out perfectly. Applying the icing, they looked wonderful and oh-so tempting. Tanya plucked one cookie from the tray quickly biting into it. It was delicious, she began to feel a rumbling sensation in her tummy. One however wasn’t enough. The taste was rather addicting. Tanya reached for another cookie, then another. Before she knew it she had already eaten half a dozen cookies.

Tanya was feeling quite full. “Mmm,” she let out

She gently placed her hands against her stomach. She could feel the fullness, and how protruding her stomach was. She looked down. Tanya's once slender frame looked heavily bloated. But without blinking she noticed her stomach begin to swell. It rounded out and inflated with such astonishing speed. Tanya gasped with disbelief. Stumbled backward, her back pressing against the counter and sliding until she was sitting on the floor. Her hands instinctively cradled her burgeoning belly. The sound of groaning from her stomach bellowed loudly as her hands traced over her stomach's increasing size.

Within moments, Tanya found herself looking like she was nine months pregnant. It didn’t stop there. It continued to swell, getting bigger and bigger. The feeling of something big and weighty resting on her insides. Tanya was in shock. Unsure of what was happening to her. 

Yet it didn’t fill her heart with dread. Instead, a feeling of warmth and love blazed in her heart as her stomach burgeoned further. She was massive.

Suddenly feeling something small:  little feet, and hands, swirling and moving inside her.

“Am I?” she thought to herself, “Am I pregnant?”

This sudden pregnancy continued to grow at a rather alarming rate. She could feel stretchmarks appearing under her fingertips. They were deep indents showing just how massive she had become. Tanya’s body quickly adapted and accommodated to this sudden burst of life within her.

Tanya could no longer see over her stomach. Breathing heavily as she felt the weight shifting and descending. A sudden cramping sharp and constant. It happened quickly. Taya winced. She could feel one of the heads quickly lining into position. This was it she was going to give birth. 

One of the babies inside her was now pushing its way out of her. Stretching its way through the birth canal. The sudden sensations overwhelmed her. A sudden and wonderful blend of beautiful pain and intense bliss drowned her in a sea of confusing sounds. Was it truly painful? Was it nothing but pleasure? She could feel the first baby crowning. Stretching and straining her yoga pants before they suddenly ripped open as the baby continued. Tanya was helpless during this sudden birthing, as the baby slid out of her without restraint or force as if it just naturally happened.

The pressure was gone, and a feeling of emptiness washed over her. The first baby was out. She suddenly felt the sensation again. A baby creeping its way down and into the birth canal. For as easy as it began Tanya started to feel resistance. This one required her to push. She struggled with it. “Ahh~!” she let out, struggling to push this baby out of her. 

Another quickly made its way to the birth canal. Before this second one was even out. The pleasure was gone, replaced by the suddenness of pain. She grunted and tensed up trying to push. Feeling the shoulder pop right out with the rest soon to follow. The second was here, followed nearly swiftly by the third. 

Again this sensation happened. Her stomach barely lost any of its size. The next two came out without much effort. With five babies now resting between her legs, her stomach had dropped in size considerably. One more came. She struggled with this one as well. Her legs were shaking as she tried to push, feeling the head spreading her open slowly. Her pussy was nearly numb having felt the strain of five other babies forcing their way out of her. A powerful welling of pain made her scream out. As the baby forced its way out. 

Now only feeling the emptiness with her once hugely round belly now deflated. she struggled to lean over herself to see the mess between her legs. And there they were, the six newborns. Three boys and three girls. None of them cried but they all seemed so lively her face showed only her dread. While her heart ran cold.

Tanya's scream alerted her neighbor, sending them banging on her door. Shouting to her from behind the door. She didn't think of what this would mean should they come in and find her deflated With six babies on her floor between her legs.

Tanya couldn't speak up, barely able to let out a single fraile whimper. She was unable to lift herself, unable to resist the heavy feeling of her eyelids. She closed them.

Tanya awoke hours later in the hospital. Her room was filled with six little bassinets. She seemed confused. A nurse quickly entered to calm her down. 

“Your neighbor called for Your ambulance. He says he used your spare Key and came in through the back. You're so brave and so strong my dear. Delivering six eight pound nine-ounce babies without an epidural.” The nurse shook her head, “You really must've wanted to be a mom.” 

“I…” Tanya started

The truth was, being a mom never crossed her mind. She didn't even know if she wanted -  it dawned on her. The recipe. Her desire and pour it into the oven. She had thought about kids, as more of a mentor figure than a teacher. To pass on her love and enthusiasm for baking. It all seemed so magical. 

“I won't lie, you did pretty well with the recipe.” Tanya heard a woman's voice

This woman with her silvery hair and fairly young complexion stepped into her hospital room with one of the cookies half-eaten in between her fingers. The woman introduced herself as Iona Abernathy. 

Tanya panicked for a moment seeing this woman's flat stomach. “Wait you shouldn't have-”

“What? Eat it?” Iona scoffed “Don't worry, I've induced far worse magical pregnancies before.” She said finishing Off the cookie

“You? It was magic,” Tanya said

“Yes it was fairly potent,” Iona said, brushing off the crumbs from her fingers. “Looks Like it was unintentional. But count yourself lucky it gave you a baby and not an actual, well, child.”

“What do you mean?”

Iona apologized, “I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm a witch you see. I can tell you poured a desire into those cookies if even for a moment. But it didn't taste refined. Which tells me it was rather vague. Can taste the Lavender so it must've just taken from that.” 

“I... I made a potion?” Tanya was confused

“Not quite. More in line with a spell. Very impressive for a first try. A for effort.” Iona rebutted

Iona further explained the children were instinctively bound to her. So leaving them for adoption wouldn't help her situation. Tanya was flabbergasted. She just got out of a bad funk of scraping by and now she had six mouths to feed. “What am I gonna do?”

“Oh don't worry, your neighbor Rusty called in his favor. That's why I'm here. I've left a few things for you at your home and taken care of these medical expenses. Once you're discharged you're going to be set for motherhood.

“But what am I gonna do? I make enough for me, not me plus six.”

“Well, my dear you are a very creative person. I'm sure you'll think of something. Oh, and I have taken the book. Don't need you doing this again or stumbling on something worse.” Iona said as she left the hospital room.

Tanya was left there alone to ponder her next move with the six babies moving restlessly. Passing by the nurses station she came by a very pregnant nurse. “Hello Miss Abernathy,” she said sweetly

“Please dear Iona,” Iona replied just as sweetly

The two seem familiar with one another. The nurse talked about how grateful Sue was to have eased her in after graduation. “You're very welcome dear. Best not be working too long. You look as though you could pop at any moment.” She said

Iona was caught off guard by a sensation of fluttering. Happily excusing herself and going to the elevator. She climbed in alone. Muttering to herself. “So feisty. I'll let you stretch out when we get home.” 

Ding. The elevator doors opened leading to her apartment. She stepped in magically disappearing from the hospital as the elevator continued.

Iona had appeared in her apartment. Now free from prying eyes, she allowed Tanya's little magic cookie to continue. Her stomach began to swell. Her belly rounded out to appear like she was suddenly nine months pregnant. She could feel the baby was strong, and healthy as it writhed inside of her.

“She made you so lively,” Iona said calmly

Iona began to feel the baby starting to descend. She welled magic in her hand and gently placed it on her pregnant belly. 

“No, no. You don't get to do that just yet,” looking at her pregnant belly she smiled as it grew again, “what a little troublemaker you'll be,”  Iona said with a giggle

A Knock on the door alerted Iona. She didn't bother hiding her baby bump. Another knock on the door. “Hold on, I'm coming,” she said as she flicked her wrist and removed the locks.

“Yes?” Iona asked

“Are you Mrs.Abernathy?” a man's voice resonated from the other side

Iona had a visitor.

Tanya settled into her role as a mother. When they got old enough all six of her children showed a great interest in baking. Hanging on her every word, as she taught them how to read recipes, measure ingredients, and how flavors blend, mix, and change. In a way, Tanya got what she wanted. She managed to pass on her love of baking to the next generation.

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Hey Everyone,

Sharing a link from a story I posted a few months to A03.

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I Love Your Stretch Marks

I'm surprised I never wrote something like this sooner. It does follow one of my favorite aspects of pregnancy which is Stretch Marks! This was a fun little one to write. I honestly feel really good about how this one flowed.

Enjoy!

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Tammy had always been the skinniest girl. A cheerleader, varsity volleyball, track - no matter what it was her body was always in shape. It stayed this way all through high school until she met Russ. Now Russ didn't make her fat on purpose, they both swear it was an accident. After all, it's pretty normal to gain some weight during pregnancy, right?

But Tammy wasn't just pregnant, she hit what could very well be the lottery of pregnancies. The poor girl was heavily pregnant, she had hit the thirty-eight weeks mark. Her doctor believed the baby weighed ten pounds and three ounces. Her once skinny body had ballooned out and it didn't help her petite frame only highlighting the massive baby in her womb. Her belly was covered in stretch marks. A sight she would see every day along with her growing bump and find nothing but shame on them.

She tried all sorts of creams and treatments people would tell her to "cure" or reduce her stretch marks. None of them helped. It seemed like they only made them darker. Throughout her pregnancy amid summer. Tammy had not once gone and swam out to their community pool. She was afraid to show off her stretch marks. She saw them as disgusting, she knew Russ did too.

On one particularly hot day: when she was nearing her due date. Russ was home and decided the two of them should go and hang out at the community pool near the home. 

"Hell no. I'm not doing that?" Tammy fired at home quickly.

"Hun, it's like a hundred degrees outside. It'll be good for you and the baby." Russ said lovingly while walking towards her

Tammy was persistent, "fuck no. I'm not going out in public like this " Tammy paused thinking of an excuse to give him "I don't have any bathing suits,"

"You got plenty, put on one of your old bikini bottoms and that one sports bra that fits and you're good to go," Russ said lovingly putting his hands gently around her

"N-no I'm not doing it," Tammy persisted

"Come on babe why not?" Russ asked her

She didn't give him a reason, just persisting she didn't want to. He broke their hug and went to her closet. Pulling out her sports bra and her pair of bikini bottoms he felt would fit still. 

Russ was not convincing her. Practically begging and pleading with her to put them on. He was practically on his knees, begging her, "Come on, the water will feel amazing, we can stay as long as you want."

Rolling her eyes and groaning, she took them from his hand. She got dressed slowly. Given she had a ten-pound baby hanging around her midsection, it wasn't easy but she managed. Refusing Russ’ assistance. She used the bed to support her and give her a little help getting ready. Finally, after much annoyance, she was wearing her bikini bottoms. Slipping on her sports bra completed the ensemble Russ had pulled out for her. 

Tammy stood in front of the closet full body mirror. Her revealing attire showed off her now widened hips, her swollen milk-filled breasts spilling out of her sports bra. And of course, her huge pregnant belly riddled with stretch marks. She hated the very sight of each one. The way her fingertips swept over them dipped slightly lower showing their depth—the discoloration between her skin and the deep inlets of each mark.

Russ turned around and was mesmerized. To him, she looked stunning. The changes in her form hit all the right places for Russ. Her thighs getting bigger, her swelling breasts, those deep stretch marks. Russ was truly in love with her body more now than when they first met. The feelings it gave him, she was a woman to him. And she radiated motherly. 

Russ came up from behind her, his arms wrapping around her. Her bare skin felt his touch. The sensation of her man's touch thrilled her. Yet, quickly she extinguished the thought after she heard the word, sexy. She broke his hug, pushed him back, and yelled at him. 

"Sexy!? Me!? Look at me, Russ! I'm a goddamn whale! And I have these fucking stretch marks!!" She said in an impassioned sorrowful furry "I'm the furthest thing from sexy!!"

"What? Where is all this coming from!?" Russ asked with concern seeing her start to sob uncontrollably

Through her cries, she let out "I'm fucking fat! And gross! And, and, and you won't even touch me anymore. It shows how fucking, ugly I am!"

"Touch you… what?" Russ was so confused "I try to touch you all the time." His voice bled sympathy, "I always try to hug you, and hold you. To make you feel sexy and loved. And every time all you ever gave me was; I'm sore, I'm too tired, I'm too pregnant for this, I'm too uncomfortable to be sexy. And I'm just supposed to be okay with it."

"Liar ever since, I got fat you've never wanted to touch me.

"All I've ever wanted to do since you got pregnant was touch you." Russ shot back quickly

"You're lying!" Tammy cried

"Oh hell no I'm not. I massage the same spot for you in your sleep every night cause you moan and groan at me in your sleep. You beg me to make it stop. I take care of you because I love you."

Wiping away her tears. She remembered the night he talked about. She had gone to bed sore. But the next morning she woke up feeling limber and relieved. 

Russ continued, "I stay awake so I can look after you. Whether it's you kicking away your pillows or wanting to use a comfier pillow to support your belly." Russ walked over to her, placing his hands on her pregnant belly, "I’d gently trace my hands over your belly and I hum that song you keep thinking of."

Tammy listened as Russ carried a lousy tune to the words "Rest your head. Close to my heart. Never to part. Baby of mine."

Tammy sniffled, "You didn't. I dreamed that." She said weakly

"I did cause," Russ got down low. "I did this." He said planting a kiss on her belly, just under her belly button.

She remembers feeling it in her dream. 

Russ stood up. Wrapped her in his arms. A gentle kiss on her forehead. "You have no idea how much I love you."

Tammy could hear the sincerity in his words. Feel it in his actions. Sniffling into Russ, "Mmm mmmm mm mmmm mmm?"

"Huh?" Russ let out, petting the top of her head

Tammy pulled her face out of his chest, "Even with my stretch marks?"

"I absolutely love your stretch marks," Russ said to her

He lifted her chin to him and engaged in a passionate kiss with her. She moaned softly. Breaking away briefly. Russ let her go and got back to his knees. He put his forehead against her bare pregnant belly. His hands traced over the deep grooves in her skin made by their baby.

"I fucking love these," Russ told her earnestly

"But I feel ugly with them?" Tammy still sounded rather sad

"Ugly?" Russ asked her. "No way, these marks. They're beautiful. It says I committed to being a mommy. And I love that about you."

"But," Tammy still had her doubts. 

Russ stood up, taking her hand and putting it on his crotch. With a gentle grasp, she could feel his cock standing at full attention. Rock hard and throbbing. Tammy couldn't help but trace over its silhouette with her hand. It felt thick in her hand. She seemed almost mesmerized by the action. Her face turned bright red. "Oh fuck,"

"Proof enough," he said to her softly

She quickly pulled her hand away. Feeling a little relieved, and now slightly aroused. She nodded. She looked at him. 

"I'm sorry," she told him

She ignored Russ' response. Grabbing his wrist and bringing him over to the bed. She gathered up her pillows and sat against the bed using them to prop her up. He knew the look in her eyes. "Real quick, please." 

Russ started to go down on her. Her fingertips brushed against him until she could grab his hair. She pulled him up. "Give me dick," she told him sternly

Russ opened up his trunks letting them fall to his ankles. Rock hard and throbbing he slid her bottoms aside. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. The two were breathing heavily. Tammy moaned, feeling Russ press his cock against her lips. As easy as an exhale he penetrated Tammy. The two moaned softly. It had been a while since Tammy had felt cock in her. For Russ, she felt wonderful, tight, and rather heavy. The feeling was like a vice on his cock.

"Fuck," he said with a gentle thrust starting gently

Tammy bit her bottom lip. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Russ' thrusts got harder and he tried to push it a little deeper with each thrust. "Careful," she let out breathily moaning as she felt his cock stretching out her pussy. 

Tammy's legs were shaking.

"Fuck gonna."

"Do it!" Tammy begged him. 

She could feel his cock flaring with each thrust. Russ was tensing up. Pushing him over the edge it felt like he flooded her pussy like a fire hose. Tammy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt him release her seed. Even months down the line she loved the feeling of him cumming inside her. 

Pulling out he got one last spurt out on her belly. Tammy couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. She felt its warmth sliding down her bump. Gently she slid to the edge of the bed getting her legs back on the ground. "Better?" Russ asked while huffing

"Yeah," Tammy said giggling. "you're lucky these hormones are crazy."

"Make 'em crazier, I wanna go again," Russ responded without hesitation

Tammy couldn't help but giggle some more at him. "How about. The pool first?" She asked him

"Yeah," Russ replied

They wasted no time getting over to the community pool with the blazing sun beating down on them. Tammy wore a shawl to cover her bare skin as she headed over there. Russ carried their towels and Tammy's back. Seeing a few members of the community. Who welcomed them warmly.

Getting her sunscreen on she took off her shoal and headed over to the water. A couple of other mothers came up and talked to her asking her all kinds of questions. Russ wasn't too far from her and she put him around her. Encouraging her just to float around. Tammy felt lighter than air.

Being in the water she didn't feel the weight of her baby beating down on her. Everyone was understanding. Talking about their own experiences. Russ and Tammy stayed in the pool till beyond the fact they were pruney.  He kept her in the shady parts, especially under the shadow of a nearby tree. The two talked lovingly. Tammy felt amazing and free, much like her old self. Before her pregnancy.

Finally, as the sun was going down p, after a few hours there at the community pool. Russ and Tammy made their way home. Taking their time.

"What'd I tell ya, absolutely worth it," Russ told her

“Yeah, you did,” Tammy told him

Tammy was practically leaning against Russ during their walk. 

“I had a great time,” Tammy told Russ

“I knew you would,”

“Can we,”

“Go again?” Russ asked her, “Yeah of course”

“Oh okay, but. Um. I wasn’t talking about the pool,” she told him

Her eyes widened as she gently let out a sound of surprise. His hand groped her ass. 

“Neither was I, hun” his voice sounded so erotic to her.

She whimpered trying to hold back her smile. “Would. Would you call me mommy?”

She asked him nervously as they came to their front door.

“Why don’t we find out?” 

Tammy went right in and pulled him in. She wanted him to show her just how her motherly stretch-marked belly made him feel. A new sense of confidence as she finished out her pregnancy.

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Hey All,

Sorry if things slow down a bit. I am going to be going through some of my unposted stories (whether because I didn't like how it was written or because I generally didn't like it) and see if there is tweaking to be done.

I currently have a fairly large amount of unposted stories of varying lengths and some will take time to fix.

Thanks and Enjoy what is here guys! 🤰🤰

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Unsatisfied Evening

I kinda had a particular scene in my head when I wrote this and well it kinda sat on the back burner till I could imagine what could go with it. This was pretty fun to work on! Hope you guys enjoy!

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It was a Saturday night. Over at Alpha Rho Sigma house, they were up to their usual antics. Dubbed one of the horniest frats at the college their frat house was usually a den of wild unrestrained sex. While not a den of sexually transmitted diseases there was a problem of male pregnancies. The men would be the house’s “Seahorses”.

Essentially anyone and everyone in the Alpha Rho Sigma house would be allowed to fuck the house's Seahorse. It was the belief and philosophy that “they’re gonna get pregnant anyways so might as well just fuck,”

Through every photo since the house's founding fifty years ago, there was always a handful of their Seahorses front and space tear and already very pregnant. This year's batch had a few of their seahorses who had trouble conceiving. A few of them had a large crowd around them gangbanging them in their usual breeding pit, the basement. That however wasn’t true for Mitch.  After a few sessions, he got pregnant, making him the only pregnant seahorse this year. 

This was his first pregnancy, and his fluctuating hormones were leaving him very very horny tonight. Heavily pregnant Mitch just wanted one good hard dicking to take the edge off his pent-up lust. Even though he’d pop any day now, he was feeling a large amount of discomfort throughout the day. Like they always did during these housewife breeding sessions, they had locked the basement door. Mitch had to make do with the ones left upstairs in the house.

Like with Brent, who had Mitch bent over the couch. Brent wasn’t being aggressive enough. Mitch wanted it hard, he wanted to feel used again. Dripping cum, losing count of his orgasms. But Brent came too quickly and into a condom ruining the mood for Mitch. The discomfort didn't settle. It felt like a bit of a cramp around his entire waist and stomach.

“You’re turn bud,” Brent said.

Mitch looked behind him, spotting Brad. Someone Mitch knew was a good lay. He was always aggressive when they’d fuck before his pregnancy. Brad came over quickly, fully erect and eager to get his Derick wet. Mitch of course could tell this, and he wanted this 

Brad could feel his cock throbbing as he stared at Mitch presenting his ass to his short Dom. That round jock ass the bright and alluring pinkies of Mitch's puckered hole.  Brad's hands were shaking as he grabbed into his tall bottom’s waist. 

"Come on, " Mitch's alluring voice drew Brad in.

Brad lined his cock up with Mitch's puckered hole. Pressing the tip of his cock against that tight jock ass swallowing the tip of Brad's cock whole. Mitch's ass felt warm and tight fitting Brad like a glove. Brad's cock pulsed and flared as he slid balls deep into Mitch's round ass.

"Fuck," Mitch moaned arching his back more. "I..."

Brad moaned "Come on," 

Mitchell started "Let's empty those balls one more time for me."

Brad moaned "You're so fucking tight." 

"Let's hope it stays that way" Mitch moaned backing his hips on Dolon's hard cock. 

With one hand Mitch tried to hold his hanging baby belly in place. Trying to ignore the small discomforting pain. Brad groaned as bucking his hips. He wanted to fuck Mitch harder and faster. Brad could feel he was right on the edge. One good buck and Brad thrust as deep as he could, his balls slapping against the underside of Mitch's ass.

"Come on Daddy, you know I can take it," Mitch kept backing his hips to the rhythm of Brad's thrusts.

The rhythmic rocking swaying of his baby belly each bounce and thrust against Brad's cock. Mitch wanted more. Pushing his bass back onto Brad’s throbbing cock, he could feel Brad flaring up. Brad was going to blow at any moment.

"I'm going to cum, Mitch." Brad couldn't hold back anymore  "Donit Brad. Fill my  ass." Brad went aggressive and wild at the end. Mitch could feel Brad's cock erupt into his ass mid-thrust. Brad moaned as his balls tightened ejecting every last drop into his huge sub. Mitch hadn't felt Brad cum like that in months. The pleasure was so intense Brad was seeing stars in his ecstasy. Mitch threw back his hip one more time, making Brad groan as a few more good spurts left his cock.

Mitch felt Brad pull his half-flaccid cock out all the cum dripping out of Mitch's well fucked hole. Mitch's cock was throbbing. He was crying a good climax in his state. Brad fell to the floor, cock flaccid and dripping a small strand of cum left in him.

Mitch stood up from the couch. One hand holding his baby bump in place. All that bouncing around from the sex made the baby stir inside of him. He could feel Brad's load leading out and sliding down his thighs. This only added to his sexual frustration. Brad might be pretty good at fucking. So Mitch left Brad there and headed down the hall to his room.

Mitch walked through the hallway naked and dripping cum. The other brothers of his fraternity didn’t so much as bat an eye at this. Showing it was a regular occurrence even before his sudden gravid state.

Mitch was already pent up, and the consultant influx of hormones from his pregnancy wasn't helping. He stayed semi-hard the entire walk down the hall. There had to be someone in this house who could get him off.

Mitch came by Trevor and Corey, in a room watching porn. They were jerking buddies, always seen jerking off together or jerking the other off. If nothing else, maybe they'll be willing to jerk him off. Being pregnant had its disadvantages, like not being able to reach it.

They were in the room across from Mitch's dorm room. It was Corey who caught sight of a very horny and very pregnant Mitch. 

“Whoa hey there Mitch, got a minute?” Corey called out

Mitch caught sight of the two of them. Cocks out. It had been a while since he’d seen them like that Trevor was pretty big, while Corey had a bigger head. Mitch could feel his cock twitching. 

“What do you want guys?” Mitch asked

“Maybe we can have some fun?”Corey asked Mitch

“Yeah,” Trevor let out, “your belly is super hot,” Trevor commented

Mitch stood in the doorframe. “Think you two can handle me?”

The two grinned. Corey scooted over. He was patting the bed inviting Mitch in. 

Mitch went over and sat there at the edge of the bed. Trevor stood up rubbing his hand and cock against Mitch’s huge pregnant belly. Corey was jerking off feeling up Mitch’s swollen pecs. Though tender, Mitch always liked having his pecs and nipples played with. Neither could avoid looking at his huge belly. Mitch got a glacé of Trevor's huge cock while he furiously beat his meat.

Trevor was grunting as he jerked himself off his cock brushing up against Mitch's baby belly. Corey got to his feet, leaning over and jerking off while he quickly flicked his tongue over Mitch’s nipple. Mitch could feel his cock twitching heavily. Mitch was so pent up and he desperately needed a good dicking. the way they were going at it he wanted them to go ahead and do it “Oh yeah, fuck my pregnant ass,” he begged in a sensual whisper

Trevor groaned his cock pulses and flared. "Fuck!" He let out as he fired a fat load onto Mitch's belly.  

Mitch tried to keep a stoic face. Trying to hide his disappointment. “Fucking shit!” He raged in his mind

Trevor backed up and Corey came over ready to blow his load on Mitch's pregnant belly. “Fuck that was hot,” Trevor let out coming down from his orgasmic high.

Mitch felt it again the pain was a bit more intense and getting harder to ignore. Corey threw a towel on Mitch's belly, the shafting scent of cum was driving him insane.

“Thanks, I've been edging for hours,” Corey let out

 Mitch whipped away quickly, got up, and left. Ignoring those two. “Fucking hell!” He whined low and angrily leaving their room. 

He’d been through a few guys already. And not a single one of them got him off. There weren't any sex toys in the house. Mitch was getting frustrated. Mitch was ready to give up, he stormed into his room. “God fucking dammit,” groaning and mumbling about the disappointing sex

“There you are,” a voice rang out

Mitch looked, seeing it was Joe. A friend from his pre-pregnancy gym days. “Not now Joe,” Mitch said angrily

“What can I stop by and see my buddy?” Joe asked

“I'm not in the mood,” Mitch relented

“I'm just here to talk bud, I haven't seen you in a while,”

Mitch was standing there, and the pain came again. Mitch just closed his eyes tensed his lips and clenched his fist.

Joe's attitude changed quickly. “What's wrong?”

“It's nothing! God I'm not fragile I'm just fucking knocked up!”

“No one's saying you’re fragile but you're obviously in some kind of pain,”

Mitch stomped his foot down, shouting at Joe, “I AM NOT IN PAIN!!”

Suddenly, splat. He felt it fall out of his ass suddenly and quickly. The pressure waned and the moments after felt like hours. Everything moved in slow motion. Joe was quick to get to his phone.

Mitch looked down as best he could at the floor where his feet might be. He could feel something wet and see a slight puddle. What was this? He wondered in that lengthened moment.

“His water broke!” He could hear Joe say into his phone

“My,” Mitch started to say

He was stopped and the pain came by quickly. It was strong and came far faster than before. He couldn't keep a straight face, his knees wanting to buckle. Joe went to catch him.

Mitch didn't hear a word anyone around him was saying. It all felt dragged out.

It was twenty minutes before an ambulance was there barging through the door. One of the EMTs asked Mitch something. “Huh?”

“How far apart are the contractions?”

“The, con- I dunno, maybe fifteen I dunno,” he felt it surge through him again

“Thirty minutes?” The EMT asked

Joe responded “Umm,”

“Rrrgggh,” Mitch let out

“Less than ten,” Joe replied

“These must've been happening all day,” the EMT commented

Mitch hadn't yet felt the baby drop into his birth canal. The EMT driving radioed in a possibly five to six centimeters dilation. Joe got left behind as Mitch was rushed to hospital. Whatever he needed to say to Mitch would need to wait.

Mitch did his best to endure the pain. Getting to the hospital he was informed of the bad news. He wasn't fully dilated, so they'd need to wait. 

“You're only five centimeters dilated. We need you at ten,” his doctor told him

“How long will that be?” Mitch asked concerned

“It could be hours, we'll just have to wait and see,”

“Hours?” Mitch let out a groan feeling another contraction

The doctor simply acknowledged he was in pain and instructed the nurses to offer him some pain relief as best they could. And try some activities to help him speed up the process along.

Mitch tried waddling around but feeling the contractions he wanted to fall to the floor. They were getting stronger and faster. A sure sign the baby would be here soon. They were still several minutes apart. 

He tried to rest by closing his eyes but it didn't last for very long as the contractions got closer and closer with the hours passing. It was already six hours since Mitch arrived at the hospital. It didn't look to be resolving anytime soon.

Hours later l, He called in the nurse complaining about pressure and an urge to push down in his lower stomach.

“That sounds like baby is ready,” she checked him real quick, “yup little ones starting to come out,”

It was almost over. He just had to push out the baby. He kept trying to remember those lessons from his Lamaze classes. His breathing would be important. His doctor was finally here and ready, it was time to begin.

“Remember to breathe,” the nurse told him demonstrating a quick in and out several times

“Alright everybody, let's deliver a baby,” the doctor told his three assistants

Mitch followed the instructions the doctor gave him. Mitch laid at an angle almost like a squat. His balls were nested in a partial jock to keep them out of the way of the doctor's view of his anus. 

“Alright.” His doctor began to instruct. Give us a nice big push on three, two, one, and push”

Mitch tried to push and he could feel the baby slowly coming out. He stopped to catch his breath. Once he felt good enough to continue he gave them the okay. Again the doctor called out, “Three, two, one, and push!”

Mitch tried to push again. It didn't feel like he was making any progress. Stopping to catch his breath he could hear the nurses say, “Good job, good job,”

Mitch felt like he was struggling. 

This continued for some time. Mitch would push until he caught his breath. After each push, he could feel the baby creeping further and further along. It didn't feel like the baby had gone far at all, but his doctor kept insisting he was going well. It had been over eight hours since his water broke. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. He was seeing stars and was exhausted. 

“You're doing very well young man,” his doctor said

The nurses encouraged him to keep going. With barely any strength left, he tried to push again, the baby was almost there a few more inches. They counted aloud, “Big push in three, two, one, and push!”

Mitch tried to push again. He could feel the baby going the weight pressing against everything as they inched out. Mutch could feel the baby's head getting closer, the weight already pressing on his prostate. Once he stopped pushing he felt the baby slide into place. The head was already crowning, when suddenly he felt the shift as the baby moved forward. The head was now completely out and the weight of his soon-to-be-born baby was crushing his prostate. 

Mitch yelped suddenly. The pressure made his eyes cross and his muscles tense. His limp cock suddenly became half-chub. As it started firing off jets of cum into the air, landing against part of his belly and thigh. The nurses were unphased, one whipped him off with a rag. The doctor so much as proclaimed “he popped, were in the home stretch,”

Mitch had learned this was a possibility. But it didn't make it any less embarrassing. The urge to push and the sudden relaxing euphoria of finally releasing a long pent-up orgasm was a conflicting sensation. His whole lower half was going numb as he continued to try and push.

Getting the shoulders free was the tough part. Mitch had run out of steam and each attempt made him feel weaker. Despite that he finally did manage to free the baby, giving his doctor enough to pull the baby out the rest of the way. Mitch could only tell the feeling of emptiness. His eyes were heavy, closing slowly as the numbness took over. 

He felt something small on him, his arm on his chest. Lazily he cradled one arm around it. Opening his eyes to see a full head of hair on his newborn's head. Mitch wrapped his other arm cradling the baby with a gentle tightness. With delivery over they were here. MItch’s little girl had arrived.

Recovering from delivery Mitch was visited by some of his fraternity brothers. A few of them were arguing over who the father was before they entered the room. Getting in and seeing Mitch lay there exhausted and a cleaned newborn sleeping near him tufts of red hair spilling out from under her pink cap they all knew. 

“BRONSON!” shouted loudly 

His frat brothers had to quickly remind him to be quiet. It was true. Bronson was the father, him being the only redhead in the frat easily narrowed that down. It was almost a day before Mitch could walk again. Getting to hold his fussy daughter. Thinking to himself that, “This is the only kid I'm having,” he thought to himself

Getting back to Alpha Rho Sigma house his brothers threw him a welcome home party. He was going to move next door to the ‘den’ as they called it. It was the house the guys would move into after having their baby. Quite and not as much sex. “We'll miss you Mitch,”

“I'm just going next door,” was his response

Many of his frat brothers would say the same thing during that little party they threw for him. Mitch would just respond the same way to each of them. 

“Wow you look cute with the kid,” Bronson had told him at the party “Definitely DILF material,”

Mitch hid his enjoyment of that compliment and thanked him stoically.

After the party, Mitch moved and a few other guys walked his personal things over to the den. A house literally next door to them. Not a fence being the only degree of separation. 

An enthusiastic pudgy young man welcomed Mitch there. A toddler strapped to his hip and obviously carrying another one. He showed him around real quick, the nursery, sitting room, kitchen, the bathroom - everything was child-proofed so he'd “need to get used to that.”

Mitch saw a room with a little heart on it, when he asked what it was his guide seemed to blush, “That's the hanky panky room. Us daddies need to get the edge off too,”

“Oh,” Mitch responded with nervousness

His guide explained how a few of them were on their second pregnancy already. Mitch didn't quite catch it, looking down at his sleeping daughter. Nervously his thoughts began to lean towards something naughty. Something hard and passionate. If he gave into it, he'd most certainly get pregnant again. Thankfully his lower body was far too tender still to even humor the idea.

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Melissa is Overdue

This was a little piece I thought up on a whim. A Pregnancy that went well overdue. Anyway this was pretty fun to work on.

Enjoy!

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Melissa was just an average woman living in a small town. One day in the fall, she discovered that she was pregnant. Melissa at first was rather reluctant to discover this, as she was now all alone. Of course, it would happen after her boyfriend left her with his blonde whore of a waitress from the local diner. She was heavily contemplating aborting the baby. But eventually changed her mind. The reason she never divulged to anyone.

Melissa was already a rather plump lady to begin with and as the pregnancy progressed she wasn’t exactly overjoyed about it. She was hoping for more of the easy-to-manage symptoms with her pregnancy, like tiredness, and some morning sickness.

What she learned is that it is more of a roulette wheel, and what she got was a sensitivity to smells, wild and erratic mood swings, and incredibly tender breasts. At least when she discovered she was having a baby boy. If she was going to have one at least she wanted it to be “easy” as she’d put it. 

Weeks turned to months, and Melissa's baby grew bigger and bigger. Her plump tum rounded out into a fully-fledged baby bump by the time she reached six months. As her pregnancy developed into more of the later stages she talked with her doctor about her plan. “I want a water birth, I’ve already been in talks with a few different midwives,” she told her nurse

“I can see you’ve set your sights on it,” the nurse replied

“I have,” She told her doctor confidently

One thing that she absolutely did not want was to be cut open in any regard. She knew tearing might happen and resigned herself to that. But did not want to be cut open surgically if she didn’t need to. Something she voiced with extreme prejudice to her doctor, Gregory Lipshcitz, many times over several appointments.

“I just wanna make sure that you have a backup plan should something go wrong.”

“I know and nothing will go wrong, 'cause I already have it all planned out,” she told him

She was getting closer to her due date, July Second. Melissa was already a few weeks away. As she ran through everything she had planned out meticulously every detail from when she expected to start feeling her contractions to the hour she expected her baby to be born. She wanted everything to fall into place according to her own time and her convenience. But as July Second came and went, the baby didn’t so much as attempt to arrive.

“Sometimes babies come when they’re ready,” her closest friend told her

“Bullshit,” she replied “They can come when I’m ready for them”

A trip to her doctor would confirm this fact. However, he was out of town. And the stand-in, Doctor Edward Thompson, did not feel the same as she did. “You only missed it by a day and the little guy seems fine and healthy so, I don’t feel there is a need to induce your labor right now.”

‘I can think of several,” She pointed out to him, partially annoyed that her plans were ruined.

“Well we can agree to disagree,” Dr. Thompson told her, “I’m sure he’ll come out when you least expect it,” he told her wishing her well as she left the hospital

Melissa drove home with her bump nearly against the steering wheel. She started to look into ways to naturally induce her labor. She tried them all. She tried exercise, according to one study she saw a two-and-a-half-mile walk every day or a thirty-minute workout could help pop her. But nothing came of it except a daily fatigue halfway through the day. She ate a bowl of dates every day hearing that they could induce labor. Again there was nothing. 

The last thing she tried was sex. With no real boyfriend to fuck her rather regularly she took to having one of her friends dick her down nice and hard. But that too didn’t induce labor, even after getting fucked several times a day all she got was more frustration from the fact that he was less than reciprocating to her own needs. It had now been two whole weeks and she hadn’t even felt so much as a contraction.

Now at her doctor at forty-two weeks, huge and overdue she wanted to know if she could be induced now. “Despite my stubborn boy, he does need to come out eventually”

Dr. Thompson of course said he would consult with her primary doctor on this matter. With the go-ahead, they were ready to begin. While a nurse was setting up the IV line Melissa was asked, “So you haven’t felt any labor pains? No Braxton hicks? Nothing?”

“I wish I did,” she said

Not that she had pitocin coursing through her system. They waited for the telltale sign that it was doing its job. They waited the allotted forty minutes, but Melissa didn’t feel a thing. Not so much as a single cramp. Her water didn’t even break. An hour passed, but still nothing. Ultrasounds confirmed the baby was alive and healthy. “I don’t understand it,” Dr. Thompson said aloud

Objecting to use it again. They started to wade in on the idea of their next course of action. Melissa stayed in the hospital that night as they kept a close eye on her. She ended up sleeping rather soundly that night. Only really woke up to pee cause her son was using her bladder like a pillow.

Several doctors were gathered around Thompson and Lipschitz. Looking at extra copies of the ultrasound other doctors weighed in on the matter. They noted that the baby hasn’t dropped into position yet which could be the root cause. One suggests that there may be a different method of induction. All of them still neglect the fact that Melissa was over forty-two weeks pregnant, and her water didn’t break even after having pitocin in her system. Hours passed, and before she knew it another day had passed.

Melissa finally buckled and relented to her earlier point. “Fine, just give me a C-section! Let’s get this over with,” she told them.

The doctors didn’t waste any time. However, it didn’t exactly go according to plan. Bizarre and unforeseen circumstances caused a pause or a hindrance every time she was going to be wheeled in for a cesarean. An electrical fire erupted as they prepared the room for Melissa. Another surgical room had the ceiling collapse in on it. The nurses talked amongst each other about how it felt like this was an eerie coincidence.

Melissa was starting to feel it too. “Am I just gonna be cursed to be pregnant forever?”

“No,” One nurse tried to console her. 

“Then why haven’t I felt anything, any sign that this kid is gonna be coming out of me.”

Unsure how to respond. The nurse simply replied, “I’m sure that your son will be coming out any day now,”

Another week passed and she was now three weeks overdue. Walking felt rather cumbersome, and her waddle stride didn’t feel like it covered enough ground. She complained about how her son was just getting heavier and heavier.

The doctors still didn’t have an answer. The hospital was rather cautious about attempting to induce her again. The two surgical rooms they had lost were still in the clean-up phases. They absolutely did not want to risk a freak accident happening again and taking out another room.

Despite the hospital administration's growing concerns, Melissa remained determined to go for another. A different hospital. A different part of town. Only to be met with the same thing. A freak accident, this one a chemical explosion, the cause of which was still being determined.

“Oh god,” Melissa uttered upon hearing the news that her procedure was being moved to another date. “I’m gonna be fucking pregnant forever aren’t I?” she asked with a melancholy head hunched down over her massive baby belly.

Melissa felt her son moving, a little food pressing against the skin. She closed her eyes and tried to hold back her tears. Was this supposed to be a sign? Was this her baby's way of telling her that he was never going to leave her?

Several more weeks had passed and she was now sitting at a staggering fifty-two weeks. Her stubborn boy refused to budge. Not so much as a sign that the baby was coming out. He rested nice and high, not even descending. It was getting harder for Melissa to walk around and carry the weight of this pregnancy.

Sitting down for too long made her legs go numb. And lying down she found it was getting harder to stand back up. The way she waddled she was bound to knock things down more and more making trips to the store all the more challenging. She was getting embarrassed by her size. She was beginning to feel like she was under some kind of curse, a curse to carry her son in her womb forever.

One night before bed. As she lay there overburdened Resting as comfortably as she could, she started to question her baby, “Why haven’t you come out? What did I do to you? I carried you, I fed you so you’d grow, I did everything to make sure you grew healthy.” She was starting to tear up, “So why… So why won’t you come out?”

She waited. Nothing. She felt him lay there against where her hand was but not so much as an arm moved.

“What did I do wrong?” she asked

That night in her dream, she was standing there massively overdue. In her dream, she knew she had been pregnant for years. Her son just got bigger and bigger, never leaving the confines of her womb. She strained her back to keep her massively distending pregnant belly from scraping against the floor. The floor was a pedestal of stained glass heavily embroidered with imagery of broken hearts. She could hear every plan she ever made, every little detail she had ever planned out. A single question from one person she had overlooked. An interaction that seemed rather unimportant at the time.

“It doesn't sound like you love them,” a woman commented she too was expecting a baby herself

It was when Melissa was in the store buying some maternity clothes. “That doesn’t matter, Until they’re here it's all about me,” she said arrogantly

“That’s so sad,” she commented back. “How could you not love them before they’re born?”

Something Melissa never answered then. She woke up to see her huge belly, her hand still resting on it gently. With a soft voice and a gentle caress, she muttered the words to her sleeping baby boy, “I love you, Joshua. I love you,”

She felt him move that fluttering feeling; like back in the earliest stages of her pregnancy. Melissa closed her eyes and said it again. Faintly she started to feel the weight shifting. And the sensation around her uterus. A tingle at first that got stronger. She was fifty-two weeks pregnant, and with three simple words, she started to feel the early signs of labor. Melissa hoped he’d be coming out soon, happy and healthy, she didn’t care what happened to her now. But it wasn’t to be, she carried for another forty-eight days with no sign of ending in sight. As week sixty approached its end, her waiting son chose then to begin his birthing.

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A Witches Silver Ring

Hope you enjoy this little piece it was pretty fun to try and write and it moved away from my traditional styles. Hope you enjoy this dive into Alternative pregnancy!

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Long ago in an age before legends, before scripture when there was only the way of force. None exemplified this more than the warrior king Serosh. More a beast in human form than a warrior, Serosh was to be feared when in the heat of battle.  Whether armed or with his bare hands Serosh would engage in combat naked. His prideful manhood swung about. Whether by skill, fear, or his ever-present battle erection Serosh certainly yielding himself several scars but never any upon his back or manhood. He was a man without fear.

Serosh would always be found leafing ghost people into the fiercest of battles. From his village, he laid siege to all those surrounding him. He laid waste to palaces and fortresses alike. None would survive his brutal campaign. So many casualties yet he still remained. Upon one of his bloodiest sieges, he heard of a warrior who may be his greatest foe. A warrior renowned for their swordsmanship. When he called to a challenge in one on one combat Serosh came without delay. Only to meet his opponent. Dressed in fine blue silks, with a curved blade in hand. 

As he normally did Serosh battled naked. His opponent. Closed their eyes giving Serosh a moment to strike. Yet with the grace of a dancer, they dodged and reposted him. A good slay to the side left a scare but did not disembowel. Something he told his opponent, “You need to do better I’ve battled with my innards hang loose before!” 

Serosh went in for a strike. Again his opponent moved elegantly like a dancer. A flurry of strikes in numerous locations. Only cuts to Serosh’s eye. Serosh let out a battle cry and swung his blade across the horizon. The swordsman in blue moved gracefully and reposted.

“You have yet to lay a scratch upon me,” he heard the voice of his opponent

The voice of a woman. He was filled with rage.

“You may be strong but you have yet to have real power.”

Serosh charged and roared his battle cry. The swordswoman disarmed him getting his sword out of his hand. She proclaimed him finished and left the battle. Serosh was not done. He demanded satisfaction. And she would not yield to “A crying child such as you,”

In his anger, he single-handedly destroyed several villages surrounding this swordswoman encampment. She would not cop to combat against him. It led him to a lone cottage hidden away from all others. And there was a witch and her daughter. Tending to a small garden, no doubt their only source of food. Serosh made his way to them, readying his idle threats, his grip tightening around his weapon.

“RAAGH!” he cried out

The daughter screamed and headed inside the cottage. The mother stood in front of the doorway ready to protect her daughter.

“Be gone from here! We have nothing for your wanting!” she proclaimed to Serosh

“If you breathe I shall take it.” He swung his blade down

The woman moved out of the way and attempted to shove him. Serosh barely budged. He went to strike again. A single strand of cloth rose on its own and held his sword in place. The cloth did not tear against the sharp jagged edge of his blade.

“A Witch!” Serosh proclaimed

“She waved her hand holding up a few fingers, her pointer, and her pinky. That wave of her hand brought the roots up and boundSerosh. He was not fearful. He swung his sword down at the roots cutting himself free. She noticed he nicked parts of his leg.

“You would injure yourself in battle?” she asked him

“What means do I have to be fearful of injury? I fear nothing, not even death,” He went to stab his sword at her. 

The witch turned to mist and evaded his attack. Using this he charged to the door. She returned to her human form and let out a word of magic in an ancient language. Serosh appeared to have been turned around in the blink of an eye now suddenly charging at the witch. With her pointer fingers and thumbs forming a triangle with her palms facing Serosh, she froze him in place. Incapable of moving,

Serosh laughed wickedly. “I have broken such spells before. I will stain this very ground with your blood once I am free,”

“What will it take, payment? Coin or flesh? Tribute? What need does a barbarian such as you want in killing me and my daughter?”

“I want only to kill, to reign as the greatest warrior!” he proclaimed.

She pulled a silver ring from her finger. “Take this,” she pleaded with him “Take this ring and it will lead you to your victory.”

“Such a ring cannot do such things.” Serosh reposed to her.

“This one will. It will fill the gap of what you lack. And that will lead you to greater things.” She exclaimed

She explained this ring was a gift from a former master. The ring was enchanted to make a person whole. By filling in the part of their soul that they lack. She laid the ring in front of him and left. Going into her little cottage it disappeared like a shroud of mist. Serosh was able to move again.

He was tempted by the ring. Picking it up he thought very faintly about what he lacked. “Nothing, I lack only utter victory.” He without hesitation put the ring around his middle finger.

The band shrunk to fit him.

Now standing in the clearing stark naked. He cleaved his sword into the ground. He marveled at the ring around his finger seeing symbols and markings appearing across the band. He proclaimed aloud that he could feel the magic surging through him. His pendulous testicles convulse and retracted before relaxing. Their weight was easily noticeable. It didn’t stop. His balls continued to engorge getting heavier and descending further. They were already the grapefruit, bringing him to his knees.

“What manner of magic is this,” he cried out. His testicles getting bigger and bigger.

Now already the size of a small melon, he could feel something inside with each testicle. Something writing, wiggling, and moving beneath the skin of his ball sack. Serosh was unsure as to the nature of this feeling. Yet the only thing he knew was that it was alive. The ring gave him only minor clarity. Life was dwelling inside his overly engorged testicles.

Serosh ripped off the silver ring. And readied to throw it away. Unable to get his footing from the weight of his baby-filled testicles, falling to his back. He could feel his balls constricting. Bringing the closer to his cock. “What is happening!” He roared out and started to feel a sharp pain surge through him.

He could feel the base of his shaft starting to stretch as the baby moved into position. It hurt like hell, he clenched his fists gripping and ripping out blades of grass as part of his overgrown nails dug into his palm. When the baby stopped moving for a moment he tried to catch his breath. He cursed that woman's fowl magics for this. Yet without delay the baby began to move again, moving further and further into the shaft. 

He could see it. His cock looked like it had inflated well beyond the size it was supposed to be. The baby's head was just under the tip of his cock which he could feel was starting to open wide. He felt the baby descend back a little before starting to move up and stretch the head of his cock. He howled in pain as his urethra was stretched beyond its means. He was tearing up blades of grass and digging into the soil trying to find anything, something he could grip onto.

Imprints of his nails in some while the skin was broken in others. His eye of his cock was pulsing as the baby's head crept out. He was crowning. He looked down at this macabre scene and saw the baby's head as it crept through his shaft again. More of the head became exposed, as much as the forehead was out now. His eyes were watering his teeth clenched, his fists raw and bloodied. 

Once more the baby began to come through the entire head finally coming loose. But there was no reprieve, it kept sliding out. The shoulders were next as the weight of his cock flopped onto his chest. The baby was being pushed out as he writhed in pain. The greatest mass of the baby was the body as it came sliding out now free from the tightest confines of his once tight urethra. 

He could feel the newborn fussing on his chest letting out their first sounds crying in desperation all whole the after birth came slithering out as his cock. Here he was, the once-great Serosh. A conquerer, a slayer of men, reduced to this.

Serosh could no longer feel his cock as it twitched and closely closed. Yet this wasn't the end. That same feeling came to the base of his shaft. It was happening again, the numbness of his cock didn't reduce the pain he felt as another baby made its way up the shaft. Again his cock flared and swelled this time the baby wasn't stopping going up the shaft until it reached the base of the head. He dug and dug until his fingers reached a thick root to grab onto. 

Baby number two began to crown stretching his head even more. He could see the top of the head. His cock flopped back into his body, as more of the head came free. The first baby was crying, he was groaning in terrible pain. By the time the shoulders were nearly out he almost blacked out. Another baby birthed from his cock resting atop his body.

He couldn't move the sound of the babies crying as his vision went dark. He awoke hours later it was already night. The babies were off of his body and he lay next to a fire. She was barely able to lift himself.

"Awake I see,"

He knew that voice, it was her, it was the witch. He turned to fave her seeing her cradling her own baby with his twins nestled in baskets cleaned and swaddled. 

"You!" Serosh roared through his teeth

“I see you have yet to quell your anger. Perhaps another set will do the trick,”

He paused. Never before has he ever doubted himself. His rage faded fast like sniffing out a candle. The witch simply smirked seeing him like this. 

“Why have you come?” Serosh asked her

“To see if you have finally learned something,”

“In a way,” Serosh responded

“And that would be?” 

Serosh's response was simple “Never threatened a witch”

“Such wise words coming from a warrior who fears nothing.”

Serosh let himself fall back to the ground. 

“Rest, your new journey will begin when you are rested.” 

The silver ring appeared again on his middle finger. No runes or symbols, it was just an ordinary silver ring. Even though he felt as if there was magic still in it. His body was still sore and numb. The ring gave him what it knew he needed. Touch of kindness, that only a father would understand and compassion, that only a mother could truly know.

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Dumplings

This is not to my usual writing style, but this was a fun little one to work on. And I've had the idea in some regards for a while now. So getting it penned feels good. Enjoy!

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As the rain poured down outside, a rather beefy man in his late twenties rushed in. More flabby than beefy with a wide frame. He came in quickly carrying only a bag of Chinese takeout. This large fellow was Neil, a quiet guy, he usually and preferably kept to himself.

He went through the lobby and over to the elevator and rode it to the fourth floor. He could hear them shouting through the walls again. Those noisy neighbors down the hall.

As Neil approached his door he noticed the noisy neighbor's door opening. Neil quickly undid the lock and rushed inside. The rustling of his takeout bag was all the noise that echoed in his dark apartmen.

He could smell the savory aroma filling the room. Getting everything on what he could feel was the counter he turned the light on to his kitchen. A single loveseat with a coffee table facing the TV. There was only one room and it led right to his bedroom and bathroom.

Cleaning off one of the only two forks he kept went channel surfing , so he had something to listen to while he ate. It didn't matter what as long as he didn't have to think about his shifty day.

Neil was pulling out family sized portions of fried rice with shrimp, char Sui, minute chicken, sweet and sour pork, and an order of dumplings. Neil looked through the bag, he eventually found it. His order of three orders of spring rolls. Everything looks delicious. The dumplings must’ve gotten mixed in with his order by mistake. He didn't order any. Neil shrugged his shoulders, "free food," he said to himself

He set in his love seat the spread of food in front of him. Looking at the spreadsheet wondered where to start. This was like something out of a piss poor comedy scene: a big guy eating a lot of food in one sitting.

Neil's eyes were drawn to the dumplings. An order of three, if it was up to him he'd have ordered more. But free is free. He quickly swallowed them up practically whole. He went on to the char Sui, after a few bites he started to hear his stomach groan. "Hungrier than I thought," he mumbled to himself

Over the hour he was eating Neil was shoveling down every morsel of food. His stomach would feel tight as he finished off each plate. Yet he'd still feel an intense hunger.

He was completely unaware of the swelling going on around his stomach.

Neil's stomach was getting round and tight as it ballooned out. His attention stayed at finishing off every last bite. It took him an hour and twenty minutes to scarf down every bit to the point that there wasn't so much as a crumb left.Once completed he felt nice and stuffed. He always knew how to stretch a budget.

Part of his usual ritual was to wipe his hands down his chest and over his stomach. Giving it a few good hard slaps for a meal well devoured. This time as he let his hands glide over his chest he felt his stomach at last. Finally noticing the intense weight and spherical protrusion. He quickly looked down, seeing the prominent globe of a belly.

He found getting to his feet quickly cumbersome. The weight made it difficult to run, or walk with haste. Shuffling as best he could to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror quickly, looking himself over.

Neil was already a rather large gentleman, never the skinny kid and always hefty. His large frame now had an accentuation of a globular orb now resting on his stomach. His shirt couldn't even cover it all. Not flat, flabby or even a hint of a roll in sight. Just a perfectly round, taut gut.

Neil lifted his shirt taking in the sight. He couldn't believe it . He was lost in a state of panicked daze and surrealness. Seeing the skin he was nice and tight. Not a hint of a mark, cut, nothing. A true ball belly. "What the fuck," left his lips looking at his reflection

He felt a flutter in his stomach. The skin pressed out stretching and retracting suddenly from his rounded shape. Neil froze. It happened if not on a different area of his stomach. Then again and again shortly after. Suddenly there was a flurry of these sensations throughout him.

"Ah, what the fuck!" Neil cried out in his quiet apartment

His stomach was alive, so to speak. He fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket. What was he gonna do, how would he explain this. He felt a surge of pain rush through him. It brought him to his knees. A loud rip down his backside took out his pants. A bad day to freeball.

He felt it again. It came quickly and suddenly in fast waves. An overwhelmingly strong sensation to piss. The pain rushed down his body straight through every fiber of his being and down to her bones. What was happening? What could he do? The pain kept him in place. An intense pain washed over him as he felt his cock expanding. Widening like trying to push an orange through his urethra, such overwhelming pain. Neil nearly blacked out.

It was stretching out the tip of his dick. Opening the eye and creeping out slowly, pushing like he was forcing out a piss. He groaned in pain when he suddenly felt a huge relief from the pain and pressure. The calm didn't last. It came again. Struggling to squeeze out another, and another soon after that.

Exhausted from the pain, and now feeling incredibly empty. Neil managed to see their little bodies covered in bile, wiggling their umbilical cords still in his now numb and stretched cock. Neil's eyes widened.

Days later the headlines read “man births triplets” the lesbian finally knowing someone else got their special order of dumplings.

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Plans For 2024

So this post is just a general thought for my plans going into 2024.

Basically one thing that I want to do is close the gap in my FPreg vs MPreg stories. There is about a forty story difference between the two and I have considered doing others like Non-binary and such. But not being too familiar with it I have been avoiding it.

Needless to say, I want to explore more story ideas and consider other narratives and facets of my pregnancy writings. This includes revisiting some stories I thought I would never finish or dumped into my "Work on Later" folder.

Part of this also includes some other stories that I have yet to post. Maybe I'll leave it to a vote at some point. Not sure yet at this time.

One additional thing I have been considering is my commission process. While My commissions are currently open I have been considering amending the process in some way. So as to not be swallowed up by one project.

Basically I want to post more stories and work on more stories. Hoping to get a good amount done in 2024!

Thanks for all the likes so far and hope you enjoy what I'll be posting in the months to come.

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Mackenzie's Christmas Wish

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope you guys enjoy my little story this year for Christmas! My concept originally was to have ot be all the girls of a sorority but I kept losing traction with it. Maybe I'll touch on it more later.

Enjoy!

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Mackenzie woke up on Christmas morning. A nice toasty house with the outside cold as death. Several of the other girls in her sorority, Alpha Sigma Delta, were down in the common sharing a warm gift-giving morning. It sounded like MacKenzie was the last one to wake up.  She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and a pink silk nighty was the only thing she wore.

She could hear the girls chatting about gifts and even heard her name mentioned a few times. Mackenzie was feeling unusually bloated and nauseous, her body was practically lethargic. Each step she took was like walking in cement shoes. Unable to lift her feet she shuffled her legs from side to side. She entered the common room where the other five sat. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Mackenzie walk in, starting to welcome her. The Christmas cheer faded as a sudden panic swept through her. 

“Oh my god,” a blonde girl said, covering her mouth 

Their shock was warranted. How was it possible they wondered what was wrong with her? Was this a cruel prank - no one knew for sure. But there was no mistaking it Mackenzie’s belly was huge and round, poking out of the front slit of her night. Mackenzie in her half-sleep state looked down, finally noticing it. Her belly was huge. No doubt about it Mackenzie looked like she was pregnant.

Mackenzie was unusually calm about the situation, unlike the other five girls she was with. Mackenzie wasn't like this the night before, and she had been in a serious relationship for months - they even knew she was on birth control. It became a matter of horrified speculation as to how she managed to get like this.

Mackenzie sat down on the couch in the common they made a spot for her to sit. She saw the Christmas tree, the one she helped put up and decorate; with wrapped gifts underneath it. A bunch of large wrapped gifts nestled off in the corner with a card. 

Tabitha, Makenzie’s closest friend in the sorority, came over to her. Trying to ask her several questions. 

“I don't know,” Mackenzie said tracing her hand over her large pregnant belly

Mackenzie felt like she was in a dream. Something about this gravid nature felt right. Like a dream come true. Something her sisters did not share. 

“How are you not freaking out,” the blonde Carry said

“I just am I guess,” she replied

“that can't be real,” Monica said folding her arms

“It feels real,” Mackenzie said, poking her pregnant belly.

They all saw it move and wriggle

“Oh my God,” Monica said in exaggerated repulsion acting raising her hands in the air

Looking up, Mackenzie saw the gifts in the corner near the tree. They were large boxes and a single card with a name written on it. She could vaguely make out the letters. MAC - written in a fine and elegant cursive. 

“Can you hand me that?” She said pointing at the gifts in the corner

Monica and Tabitha looked where she was pointing. Carry was the one to go over and pick up the envelope. She said aloud, “It's for you Kenzie” She held it out for her.

Holding it in her hands, she felt a familiarity with it. A wax seal on the back sealed the envelope. Candy canes and two letters formed the sigil in the wax. Mackenzie broke the seal and pulled out the letter. 

The paper looked old and tan. Someone had taken great care to give her a handwritten letter in the finest bit of cursive they had ever seen. Mackenzie read it to herself.

“Well?” Carry said

Mackenzie looked at her.

Tabitha remarked, “What does it say,”

Mackenzie began to read it aloud as she traced one hand on her huge pregnant belly.

Hello, and Merry Christmas Sweet Young Mackenzie. 

It has been a great while since I have last spoken with you, but I know you have been well. This year for Christmas I have decided to give you something you first asked me all those years ago, and asked for every year since until your freshman year in high school. No doubt you have noticed the state you are in. Yes Mackenzie you are pregnant. You are carrying a set of twins, a boy, and a girl. They will be born within the next few weeks just in time for the new year. I apologize for the suddenness of this. I know that you would have loved to go through the pregnancy month by month naturally as it should. But I also know you can sometimes be impatient. I have left you everything you will need to get started. And no doubt you will have a fair deal of explaining to do. You can tell them the truth, or tell them it was an accident. I know, either way, you will be happy. I have arranged for one last gift to be delivered at the birth of your twins. I hope I hope you will continue to make the world a better place with your bright smile, and caring heart. From your biggest supporter, friend, and first crush. 

Merry Christmas from Mr. S. Claus

Mackenzie sat at the edge of the couch. Putting the letter back into the envelope. The other girls looked at her in disbelief.

“Claus? Like Santa Claus?” Carry asked 

“Yeah,” Mackenzie said sweetly wiping away a few tears

“Whoa whoa whoa. You mean to tell me.” Monica was beginning a tirade

Monica never believed in Santa. And was on a tirade about how something that didn't exist, couldn’t just come around and put babies in her. “What kind of twilight zone bullshit is this!?”

Tabitha was speechless. 

Mackenzie got up and went over to the gifts. She pulled off the wrapping paper and of course, the various gifts were baby supplies. A crib fit for two, a stroller for two, baby clothes, diapers, bottles - was quite literally a suite of things she would need to be ready for them. By the time lunch rolled around Mackenzie was fully dressed wearing Christmas sweaters as they were the only thing that could cover her twin-filled pregnant belly. Tabitha stayed close, continuing to ask if she was alright. “I'm fine,” Mackenzie replied cheerfully as she sucked on a candy cane while she was cooking.

While the stove was going the oven was on - baking Christmas cookies, while she made a nice pot of potato bacon soup to go with the sandwich she wanted. She never usually made so much, but given that she was now eating for three it was rather necessary. While in disbelief the rest of the girls resigned themselves to Mackenzie’s rather gravid new look. But a few lingering questions remained. And of course, it would be Tabitha who’d ask as they all sat and stood around their tiny kitchen table.

“Okay. No few more things,”

Mackenzie signed, “I swear I’m fine,” She said rather annoyed

“Not that,” Tabitha said looking at the others.

They all knew what she was going to ask.

“Was your first crush really Santa?”

Mackenzie’s face got all red. There was no way she’d hide it.

“Oh my god he was,” Carry shouted to the others

Mackenzie covered her face

“Dish, now,” Tabitha said ready to hang on every word she said.

“It’s not like that,”

“Oh really do tell,” Tabitha said to her

“Yeah we’re all waiting,” Carry said

Embarrassed Mackenzie put her hand on her pregnant belly. “I - I.” She huffed “I thought he was really handsome. And that, that was what I wanted in a man.”

“Oh good god she wants a GILF,” Veronica, a quiet brunette blurted out

“NO!” It’s not like that,” Mackenzie said

“Then you better start explaining,” Monica said, “Cause it sounds like you’re trying to robe the fucking grave,”

Mackenzie embarrassed continued, “I mean like, how he has a big round belly,”

“She’s a chubby chaser!” Veronica shouted no longer staying silent.

It wasn’t like she had masturbated. Mackenzie didn’t tell them most of it. Out of their curiosity about her “crush,” they seemed to have forgotten one line of the note she read aloud. That it was something she asked for a long time ago. It was her closest secret and one she thought about when she read it.

When Mackenzie was young while she was there visiting a mall Santa, she did in fact, ask Santa for a baby. 

“And why would such a little girl want that?” That mall Santa asked her

“Cause my mommy and my auntie said I should love him, and he should be really nice. And there is nobody who's nicer than you?” Mackenzie told him

Normally this might seem like a moment for police to get involved. But this day at this mall. This Santa thought for a moment. “Your mommy and auntie are very right. But they missed one crucial detail. You’re still a little girl, you should be a grown-up before you think about stuff like that.”

A sigh of relief from the worried worker dressed as an elf.

“I know. That’s why I’m asking you now. So Santa, I want you to give me a baby when I’m grown up.” A young Mackenzie blurted out

Mackenzie’s gaze never left this Santa who took a deep breath and simply replied, “That day will come for you when you are older. No need to think about it now. Enjoy the time you have with your friends and family. I can promise you that if you are a kind, truthful, and warm-hearted young woman when the time comes you will get the baby you are asking for. You don’t need to grow up so fast.”

“You promise?” She asked

“I promise,” the Santa told her

Mackenzie threw her arms around him giving him a tight hug getting tickled by his long beard. She could feel his big jelly belly against her as he gave her a tight hug. She left Santa promising to write to him. To which he waved and said he’d be waiting. 

So every year for a long time she would write letters to Santa telling how she was being a good kinda young lady, and that he promised her a baby when she got older, the year before her freshman year, ending the letter reminding Santa of her wish. And the dream she had of helping others. “I may not write for a while. But since you you know who's been naughty and who's been nice I don’t have to remind you.” She wrote to Santa in that last letter.

The girls were talking when a ping came on her phone. The name on the contact was Chris. She smiled and saw a rather large bellied gentleman in his reindeer print sweater. Smiling with the message “Merry Christmas Santa Girl. I hope you got what you wanted”

She texted back “Yes I did. And now you owe me.”

Mackenzie excused herself from her friends and went to her room. Using her desk she recorded a small video. “Hey big boy, looks like I was right.” She said as she raced her hand over her pregnant belly. 

Mackenzie lifted her shirt and showed it off, it wasn’t fake. It was real. “Guess you owe me a date.”

Mackenzie quickly sent the message going over to her bed. Sitting at the edge she stared at her phone wondering how Chris was going to respond. A mass of incoherent letters and symbols. He called her.

“Hello. Yes. Yeah, it’s real. It really is. I told you I got my wish. Well.” She chuckled “Well then I guess I’m lucky that’s something you like,” she bit her bottom lip “So hurry back and, um we can have that date I’ve been putting off. Yeah. Really” she chuckled

The two said their goodbyes. Mackenzie couldn’t stop smiling. She felt the babies moving around. A warmth in her heart. Her dream had come true with twins by Santa growing in her womb. A nice heavy-set boy that she had spent too long avoiding. As she had a few weeks till the twins arrived, it was time she let such a romance flourish between her and Chris - little realizing that the gift Santa mentioned. Was in a little box that Christ got today. A little note for him: This girl might not be girlfriend material, but maybe she’s wife Material. - Love Dad.

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New story posted to Furaffinity!

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