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Cruising to new life - part 5

We said our goodbyes around 30 minutes later after the newly expanded family had some bonding time with the baby and the afterbirth was passed successfully. As Karen went into recovery to get stitches to mend her tear, Jess opted to stay with her baby brother as he was taken into the nursery.

As we walked out the door we ran into Adriana coming to carry out her interview with the new parent, Charles following her this time, both of them beaming smiles and warmth. Adriana actually introduced me to Charles as ‘the man who always seems to be where the action is’ and after a brief handshake and a few other platitudes we found out from Adriana that so far 8 babies had been born on board with Karen’s being the latest, but considering we had been at sea for little over 24 hours that was actually more than expected.

We promised to say our hellos again at the belly cast session as both partners were intending to be there and went on our way for a slow walk back to get a bite to eat.

I spent the next hour or so with Jodie grabbing food, and chatting over the events of the day. She confided in me that she was honestly getting a little concerned about giving birth – she’d already witnessed some ‘live’ on the cruise, and they were both nothing like the serene view of birth given in the educational videos shown by our midwife. We both knew of course that there was going to be some pain involved, but she was now focusing on the amount of shouting and screaming the new mothers had been doing. I gave her a hug. Of course, it was fair to have doubts, but she was well aware from her training to now that it wasn’t exactly going to be a walk in the park… but that was what made it all the more rewarding when she came out the other end. Everyone has been elated at the end of it all – and that’s what we need to focus on when the time comes.

She thanked me with a kiss, as we tidied up our plates and went for a walk around the ship, looking at couples and families all sharing a special time in their lives.

We made our way slowly to the Oasis, timing it so that we arrived just as the belly cast event was starting. Jodie was walking with a noticeable waddle at this point, the hour or two we spent walking around enough to start to hurt her back, her palms pressed hard into her back as we approached the door.

“Everything OK?” I enquired, noticing her discomfort.

“Yeah… just a fair few pounds of ‘this’ wanting to tip me forward all the time” she said with a flourish of her hands over her belly. I couldn’t help but laugh as she joined in.

We walked in and saw the group in front of us, actually much smaller than expected. We were expecting that there would be dozens if not hundreds of couples wanting to give this a go, but only 3 couples were there, ourselves included. Chatting between us, we surmised that it may be because it was in the adults only area, and the expectation that the ladies would likely be topless, unless someone wanted to ruin their top with the plaster and fabric mix that would be no doubt slapped on in the process, so that might not be for everyone. Over the next few minutes a few others turned up, but as Adriana and Charles came in from a staff entry door – Adriana already walking in topless as we had presumed – there were only 10 couples in the room including ourselves and our hosts.

Adriana spoke first. “Welcome one and all. We have invited you here personally, hence the low turnout. We have invited only those who turned up early on the first day that the Oasis area was open as a thank you for overcoming your inhibitions and joining us for a session of natural beauty, which we hope to capture with these plaster casts of your gorgeous bellies as something you can remember this special time in your lives along with the memories of this cruise for the near future.”

Suddenly I recognised the faces around me. Whilst we didn’t exactly go up and greet people this morning when we arrived, I did recognise some of the faces from back then.

“Now please, don’t be shy. I would like to think we were all past that stage now… we have prepared several small stations around the area all equipped with buckets of liquid plaster, and the fabric strips you will need. I trust you all have an understanding of what goes on with this process… but if not, please be imaginative – and please for a moment of seriousness - no washing your hands inside the water of the pool, as that may mess up the filtration system – please use the bucket of clean water provided. I would recommend that you coat your respective areas in Vaseline first to aid with removal of the dried product. It is always much easier when it is slippy.” She winked, clearly enjoying the innuendo. I’m hoping I imagined it, but I had a feeling that she looked at me as she winked…

As I helped Jodie sit down in her recliner, she pulled her top over her head to reveal her bra underneath, which she leaned forward as I undid the clasps, letting her breasts release free. She actually gave a groan of appreciation at that action, and as I held her hands as she sank back into the recliner, she closed her eyes. My hands reached for the tub of Vaseline provided and I started to smear it onto her belly and breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. Jodie slapped my hand away as I tweaked them, they grew large and erect at the stimulation.

“I am not having my damned nipples on display on our first belly cast!” she hissed at me as I laughed in response. “I think you should be happy to recall just how big they have gotten, all the better to feed our little baby.” I replied, and in response, I got another swat from her, but she was laughing along with me now.

I grabbed the first strip of fabric, dunked it into the bucket of plaster, and with both of my hands now dripping in the plaster mix, I pushed up her first breast away from her belly, sliding the fabric strip underneath to sandwich between the skin. The mix was evidently cold, as Jodie grimaced as I placed the fabric in contact with her skin, but she soon got over that as I lifted up the second breast, slid the fabric underneath, and reverently lowered the breast down onto the strip.

“1 down, lots to go!” I said enthusiastically, looking at the large pile of fabric strips left for us.

Jodie leaned back into the recliner and let her body go limp. “Wake me when you’re done” she asked, as she settled back with her eyes closed and relaxed into the feel of me gently dipping fabric strips into the bucket and laying them over her body one by one.

As I continued with my task around Jodie’s bump, my eyes drifted around to the others in the room. First that I spotted were Charles and Adriana, both of them lost in their own little world - no matter how flirtatious Adriana may have been when Charles wasn’t there, when he was, she only had eyes for him.

A second couple were presumably lesbians, or if not, they were very good friends. The pregnant lady had dyed purple hair and several tattoos, her partner was much demurer looking… but she was getting into the layering activities with gusto, her hands all over her partners body, the two of them sharing the occasional kiss.

My eyes next moved over to one of the other ‘higher end’ couples - I recognised their faces from the boarding day, an older gent with - if this isn’t too scandalous to say - his barbie doll trophy wife. They seemed to be getting into the swing of it though.

It was at this time that Jodie nudged my leg with her own. I looked down at her and she glanced to the side. My eyes followed the direction she was looking in and that’s when I saw her.

The woman of the couple was in obvious discomfort, holding onto the arms of her chair and lifting up her body, wiggling side to side. As we watched she held her breath and after a few moments, she blew it out of puckered lips, her cheeks bulging.

“Do you think…?” I whispered to Jodie. “Yup. Labour.” She replied. We both possibly took a bit more interest in the couple than maybe we should of from there on out.

“We can leave whenever you want to.” We heard the man of the couple ask his wife - his tone perhaps a little pleading.

“No no no…” the woman replied. “We have time and I want a belly cast at my biggest. The medical place is only 2 floors below us. How long could it take to get there.”

“Geez Liz baby, you be sure to tell me if we need to move quick.”

“You worry too much, just keep on slapping that on and we get the best memento of this pregnancy… other than little Tyler of course.”

We continued to carry out our own task whilst keeping one ear out to the other couple. When we heard the lady - Liz it seems - suck in her breath we took a glance over. Sure enough, even with the layers of plaster-soaked fabric tightly squashed to her skin, you could still see her belly visibly contract, going almost oblong in shape for a few moments.

She held her eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity, before letting out a quiet moan, almost impossible to hear unless you were focusing on it. We had no idea how long she had been aware she was in labour but the two of them seemed to accept that they were definitely on the road to meeting their baby.

It was the next contraction that gave it away to the rest of the room. Liz had been doing her meditative breathing as she had done before, but she suddenly let out a loud groan as all eyes turned towards the couple.

Liz was shaking her head, annoyed with herself that she managed to out herself like that, but Charles and Adriana - who had finished applying their own cast and were waiting for it to harden - approached and asked if they could help.

All the other couples finished up what they were doing and approached the couple who seemed to shy away at the attention.

“Please, please. I’m sorry, myself and Simon just wanted this one last celebration of the belly before we go off and have our baby. I thought I had time. I’m starting to worry that the pains are getting really close together.” Liz spoke as Simon looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Adriana stepped forward and held Liz’s hand. “Please my dear. You are in charge of your birth. Whatever you need we will support you. Listen to your body and tell us what you need.” She was back to all smiles and purring accents, her ‘customer facing’ voice front and centre.

“Please leave me alone so my husband can finish this. I don’t know how much longer I have, and I need to have time for it to dry…” Liz’s request was simple enough.

“But of course, my dear. Charles, please see about having a chair brought here for our guest in case she needs to leave in a hurry.” Adriana watched as her husband pulled out a phone from his pocket and dialled for a porter to bring one of the electric wheelchairs up.

Everyone else had finished applying their layers and were sat chatting amongst themselves waiting for them to dry. Liz had become more and more restless over time, getting more and more vocal, needing to get up from her seat a lot more slowing the process of applying the wrap. She seemed to be having a tough time of it but the occasional cheer and well done from those around her as she gasped a breath after each contraction spurred her on.

As our cast had finally hardened to the point where we were able to lift it off Jodie’s body, Simon and Liz were just finishing up their final layer and were now needing to wait for it to dry.

The couple hoped that it wouldn’t take too long, Liz was now bouncing in place, complaining of the weight in her pelvis being too heavy, and many other such points which suggested that her labour had advanced to the transition stage, or at least very close to it.

As Liz leaned against a wall with her head on her hands, groaning at a long running contraction, Jodie and Adriana were behind her rubbing her back. Simon looked worried, pacing back and forth muttering that they should go, Liz grunting “it’s almost dry we can go in a few minutes. I can hold on” in response to his worried pacing.

It was a few minutes later as Liz held Simons hand, bouncing from foot to foot when she let out a yelp. Spreading her stance those around her saw glistening moisture down her legs. She soon came to the realisation that her water had broken as a strong contraction hit her. Without thinking she let go of Simon’s hands and grabbed her belly as she groaned, realising that her hands hit the dried cast with a thud rather than a soggy splat which would have signified that the casting was still damp.

Simon breathed a sigh of relief as he told her that he’d take off the cast and it was time for them to go. Liz managed a quick nod as she scrunched her eyes tightly together.

Simon scrambled in front of Liz, fingers reaching around the edges of the cast, slowly prising it off until it came loose with a ‘plop’ and landed in his hand. Charles walked forward and took the casting - asking for their room number so he could get it sent over whilst Simon and Liz went to the medical centre.

Liz grimaced out a “quick!” whilst Simon was fiddling with the cast, balling her fists tight as she took deep breaths in and out. Panic was evident in her voice as she let out a “I’ve left it too late. The head’s so heavy. I think it’s coming!”

Adriana comforted her, taking her by the shoulders and telling her that whilst it might feel uncomfortable the baby is still likely a long way from coming, and she will be in the medical centre before she realises, holding her baby sooner than she thinks. It helped calm her down as she was escorted to the chair that was provided earlier, Simon covering her with a blanket as he bundled up her clothes, not wanting to try and make her stand up to get dressed. They left the Oasis to a cheer from the others in the room.

As they wheeled down the deck, Liz held tight onto the arms of the chair so hard that the colour drained from her hands. Between gasping, panting breaths she moaned “it’s coming, it’s coming.” Simon just kept ploughing forward on his quest to get to deck 8, doing his best to ignore Liz’s pleading, knowing that the medical centre was the best option right now.

As the lift arrived and Simon pressed the 8 button, Liz cried out in frustration. “I need to open my legs, it’s coming, it’s coming.” Simon leaned over the back of the chair and hugged her close from behind, telling her that they were nearly there. Finally the doors closed, the lift moved the short distance between floor 10 and 8, and it opened onto the reception area.

Liz couldn’t cope any more. She stood up from the seat, throwing the blanket to the side and staggered forward. She tugged at the strings of her bikini bottoms, those falling down to the floor as well as she opened her legs and dropped into a semi squat, hands on her knees. She was naked in the reception area, the receptionist staring wide eyed at the incident in front of her, another mother to be who was walking the corridors dressed in a gown trying to progress her own labour stood still, mouth gaped wide at what she was seeing.

Liz screamed “the head, the head, it’s coming!” Between her legs the black teardrop shape was rapidly growing as she was forced to push, finally able to spread her legs enough to comply with what her body had been forcing her to do.

It didn’t take long, the head was coming fast, and by the end of the contraction, the head was out. Liz stood shocked with her hands between her legs, her body doubled over, cupping the mass. She looked up, caught the eye of the receptionist, then the other labouring woman and gasped “what do I do?”

Her question was soon answered as she needed to push again, hunkering down on her knees she gave birth to the rest of her son in a gush of fluid, catching the slippery infant in her hands and panting wildly.

The three looked at each other as Simon came up behind his wife completely taken aback by what just took place in front of his eyes.

The receptionist reacted first, pressing an alarm which had 2 of the medical staff dash into the reception area, where they took in the scene - Liz with a baby cradled in her arms attached by its umbilical cord, the other 3 people in the room all in various states of shock and awe.

The medical staff acted quickly bundled Liz up in the discarded blanket for warmth and took her into an examination room for a check over. Simon followed.

Charles pressed a button to end the call he had just received, announcing to those left in the Oasis about the birth. I sat there and checked my watch - it had been 10 minutes since they left that the phone call had been taken. Maybe we should be aware that occasionally first time babies don’t want to wait.

As we got ready to leave, Charles collected in our casts, making sure that they were all tagged with the room they belonged to – and told us to keep an eye out for something special in the coming days.

Exhausted from a long day, myself and Jodie decided that we would just get room service that evening – avoid the crowds at the main dining rooms. We ordered a few bits and pieces to satisfy our hunger… but we were amused to find that there was a ‘pregnancy craving’ menu at the end of the room service menu. We ordered a bowl of pickles and ice cream for Jodie after browsing through all sorts of concoctions – some of which even Jodie was unsure how pregnant women could stomach.

As our food came, we had a bed picnic, eating fries, chicken tenders, slices of pizza and all sorts of junk food. Then it came to the pickles and ice cream.

“I dare you, just one bite” Jodie teased me, trying to make me take a mouthful of the mixture. The pickles had been chopped finely and mixed into the ice cream to leave what should have normally been white vanilla, a sickly green colour.

“No… I’ve got a better idea.” I say, grinning. Taking off my top – with Jodie eyeing me hungrily as I did so, I dip my finger into the mixture and smear it over my chest. “I’ll be your serving plate.”

“Now THIS is something I can get behind” Jodie squealed with delight as she shoved me back onto the bed and went at me with her tongue, the feel of her bump rubbing against me leaving me in ecstasy. Eventually she moved to tugging down my shorts, bunching them at my ankles, and applying more of the desert in strategic spaces.

I enjoyed desert more that night than I had done in a very long time. I promised the next day we would be having a normal ice cream flavour, maybe some chocolate sauce, and I would be returning the favour.

“I’ll hold you to that… now go get a shower, you’re all sticky.” Jodie replied with a devilish grin.

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Cruising to new life - part 4

“Can you come help me and my mum?” The message came from Jess on both our phones at the same time. We answered that we would be there as quick as we could, getting dressed and leaving the Oasis rapidly.

A few lift rides and corridors later, we knocked at Karen and Jess’s cabin door. Jess opened it and we immediately saw Karen looking disheveled sat on the bed at the far end of the room, dressed in a sports bra and loose pyjama bottoms, the in room air conditioning blasting cool air.

“Come in quick, Jess just worries too much. I keep on telling her that this is what babies do… I’m more worried about you lot letting the cool air out.”

Jess protested “but your contractions…”

“… are not 5 minutes apart and lasting a minute. I’ve already rang medical and checked. They said I’m fine to come in when I want to. They know I’ve had one… you… before so I know what to expect.” Karen continued, frustration in her voice.

“But that was 21 years ago, who knows what could have changed.”

“You silly miss. Women have been giving birth to babies as long as there have been women. You think 21 years is going to make a difference. Now help me up, I want to have a walk, get things established so I’m not doing this all night.”

Jess allowed her mother this small victory as she stood by the side of the bed as she supported her weight as she rose, a little unsteadily to her feet. We decided to take a ride up to the open air of deck 10, grab a bite to eat and a drink (Karen hadn’t yet had any breakfast and it was coming on 1pm) and see what the future brought. We got Karen dressed in her robe so she wasn’t as scantily clad as she could have been walking around, and set off.

As we got into the lift at their floor to get up to the top deck, there was one other lady in there looking on concerned. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief – we had noticed a few of the lifts being really full – pregnant bumps typically taking up the room of a second person – and between myself and the 4 other pregnant ladies in here we were close to capacity.

Karen flopped to the handrail around the lift and have a sigh of relief as the other woman asked “contractions?”

Karen huffed out a breath. “You betcha. Second time around you think they would get easier… but maybe my mind is a bit fuzzy it was 21 years ago.” The woman looked around to see Jess’s smiling face as she gave a little wave.

The door opened and we slowly left the lift. The woman followed after us with a offering of “good luck!” Karen mumbled a thanks as she plodded forwards to the door outside onto the deck.

She made a beeline to the rail along the edge of the ship grasping at the rail and letting out a groan. One hand holding the underside of her belly she hissed “start counting” even though we seem to have missed the start of this contraction I pulled out the stopwatch and did as she asked. Taking into account the late start we figured this one lasted about 30 seconds. Setting off after it had finished we started to aim to do a circuit of the ship. As we came to each entrance we would duck in, take in a bit of air conditioning and Karen would crab walk up and down the first flight of stairs she spotted. Whatever she was doing was definitely working though as the contractions approached the magic 5 minute and 1 minute she insisted on before she would stop doing this exercise.

She had gathered quite the following of well wishers on her journey, passengers and crew alike. Every time she passed a crew member she was offered assistance to get to the medical bay, but she insisted it wasn’t time yet.

The moment that changed her mind was quickly upon her though. Rather than stopping and grabbing the rail as she had done countless times before she turned and grabbed right into my neck and sunk down into a deep squat, moaning consistently though the contraction. She rolled her hips in a figure eight pattern as she vocalised and finally as things seem to have passed she groaned “I need to go… the head is so low. Don’t… don’t think I can walk.”

I left the ladies to look after each other, suggesting that they wouldn’t move as I headed towards the nearest lift entrance to look for a chair. I swore a little under my breath as none were there so I had to wait for the lift, get all the way down to deck 3 and grab one from there before heading back.

I was gone about 10 minutes in total and got back to Karen, thankfully at the same place, but she had thrown aside the dressing gown and had Jodie rubbing her back as Jess was stood head to head with her telling her I’d be back soon and she could move.

Jodie saw me approach as she mouthed ‘what took so long?’ I answered back so all could hear “sorry, no chairs over at the nearest lift, thought I’d better get down to 3 to make sure rather than dashing around on a wild goose chase.”

“You’re here now.” Jess looked relieved at least. She helped her mother get placed in the seat and we set off for deck 8. No matter what she tried to do, Karen couldn’t get comfortable. Her moans were pitiful sounding as we continued towards our destination. “Please tell me you don’t need to push… please.” Jess begged but Karen couldn’t answer her verbally. With her eyes closed she just shook her head.

As the lift dinged and we emerged on the 8th floor there was a receptionist to greet us. Asking their room number, Jess answered and we were shown to suite 5 which was a short journey away.

A nurse followed us and dashed past to open the door as we reached it, almost seamlessly we were in the room without unnecessary delay.

She pulled up medical records on a tablet and nodded. “Please, if you could get our mother to be onto the bed over there I’ll get her some gas and air, should take the edge off until our doctor gets here.

We do as asked and soon Karen is reclined in bed taking deep breaths from a mouthpiece, which seems to be helping. She manages her first coherent sentence after a short while.

“Could you record this for me?” She was looking straight at me.

I looked up “are you sure, I mean it’s a bit private?”

“Please,” she continued pausing to take another large gulp of the gas. “I didn’t record anything from Jess and you never know, it might be nice to look back on. Though I don’t know how long my phones battery will last.”

“I brought my camera to record Jodie. If you’re OK with waiting until we get back so I can take the recording off and send it to you that should be something I can do.”

Karen grinned. “Sure I think it’ll be fresh in my mind before then.”

I turned along with Jodie to leave and get my stuff when Jess looked up. “Please don’t leave.” She addressed that to Jodie.

So there we were, 2 of us invited to watch an intimate moment involving someone we only met a day or so ago.

I headed off as fast as I could back to our room to get the camera, tripod, and grab a pocket full of memory cards and spare batteries. As I got buzzed back into the room about 15 minutes had passed, Karen had been seen by the doctor – who just happened to be Miguel, Jess a bit taken aback by his appearance even though he said he was going to be on duty – and she was declared as being 7cm dilated and doing really well.

I set up the camera and tripod, setting the focus to where it needed to me and grabbed the tripod in my hard, trusting the gimbal built into it to take account of the swaying and movement as I walked around the room.

Karen by this point had removed her bottoms and the robe, naked from the waist down she was kneeling on the bed, Jess on one side of her, Jodie on the other. She was using her hands to steady herself on the bed, grasping the mouthpiece of the gas and air regulator between her teeth, her mouth in a snarl as a result. She was sucking in giant mouthfuls of the mixture as she inhaled and moaned loudly as she exhaled.

Even being declared as 7cm I feel that she would progress quickly with the amount of noise she was making.

I was stood directly in front of her and she was so focused on the contraction that she didn’t even realise I was there.

As she seemed to come down from the contraction she leaned her body weight against Jess and used the hand this freed up to pull the mouthpiece out and lay it on the bed. She finally noticed me and mouthed “thanks” as I gave a thumbs up.

“I need a shower, I’m all sweaty and it’s uncomfortable.” Karen announced. “Jess, give me a hand.”

Jess’s hand came to her mouth “I don’t have any clothes to change into.”

Karen grunted as she managed to get herself turned around into a seated position and continued “just take off your dress and get in your bra and knickers. You can put the dress back on later if they’re still wet.”

Jess went beet red and coincidentally so did Miguel, though this was lost on Karen who couldn’t see him behind her. “About that… I may be naked under this dress. I might have had little need for underwear a while ago and I got back to you, I didn’t think to change.”

“You’re a big girl, I need you more to help me in the shower, I can’t very well be asking Miguel here to do that.”

She turned and saw his same red faced complexion.

“Ahh. Well in that case, can I be OK in presuming you have absolutely no qualms about seeing my daughter naked?” He at least had the good nature to shake his head no and look a little embarrassed by it.

I just looked at Jodie and shrugged. We didn’t seem to be involved in this conversation but we had already seen everything Jess had to offer earlier in the day so just kept our mouths quiet.

So that was it. Jodie pulled off her sundress and helped her mother to the shower all whilst the camera was rolling. The shower was glass fronted and looked out to the sea so whilst Jess helped her mother get through one or two contractions, rubbing her back and shoulders, telling her she was doing well, they had a nice view.

Karen eventually turned off the shower and plodded wetly out as Jodie grabbed her a towel and helped dry her off, Miguel doing the same for Jess, who seemed very appreciative of his help.

Muffled under a towel, Karen suddenly squealed “I need to push, help me to the bed.”

All 3 of the other occupants jumped into action and lead her to the bed, helping her up. She slumped back into the pillows of the upright bed and groaned, her knees flopping to the side exposing her to the camera.

I looked and couldn’t see any sign of an impending baby, but I didn’t really know. Miguel had slapped on a pair of gloves by this point and was telling Karen to relax as he carried out a cervical check. He nodded as he removed his fingers. “Very good Karen, you are at 10. When you have the next contraction, give me a strong push.”

That was it, the room jumped into action. Bars were raised on the side of the bed so Karen could grab onto something, and Jess and Jodie grabbed a leg each. This seemed so rehearsed I guess this may be what they discussed whilst I was away. Karen’s first push followed soon after, face scrunched up and yelling all through it. I’d seen dozens, if not hundreds of birth videos at this point and often the mothers focused inward, groaning or holding their breath as they pushed. Karen was different, she squealed like a banshee all through it.

Miguel kept watch between her legs but knew it would be a while before anything started to appear so he stepped back and grabbed some water. Knowing how vocal Karen was would dry her throat out terribly and figured it would be best to keep her hydrated.

Another 3 screaming pushes and Karen was asking for the gas and air again. Miguel first offered her the water through a straw and she sipped down greedily then handed her the mouthpiece she discarded earlier which she held in one hand whilst gripping the railing with the other.

With the mouthpiece in her screams were muffled but still very much present. Miguel finally noticed a bulge between her lips and offered his encouragement. “The baby is almost here, a few more pushes like that and we will get to see it.”

Karen worked well with the encouragement, pushing hard on the next contraction that I was certain that I saw her lips part and the slightest glimpse of the head beneath.

I looked between Karen’s helpers, the image something that I’ll remember in my mind for a very long time. Pregnant woman in the centre, legs spread doing her best to bring forth her life. A young, naked pregnant woman to her right doing her best to keep her cool when her own mother was going through a difficult trial, and finally to her left, my wife, the woman I loved, equally as pregnant and no doubt going through her mind that she would need to do this soon.

“I need this bra off.” Karen managed between pushes. The bra had remained on during the shower and was now irritating her. I watched as both helpers grabbed it and yanked upwards, watching her breasts lift and flop down against her belly. Normally if that was porn, that would have been instant hard on material, but thankfully the energy in the room kept me focused.

Karen’s next push had her leave go of the grip bars and bite down into the mouthpiece again as she pushed. Her hands grasping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Ok so now I was struggling to maintain focus, I’ve no idea how I didn’t embarrass myself in there.

The stimulation helped though as the next roaring contraction came to a conclusion, Karen’s lips had parted, shown Miguel, myself and the camera a good view of the hair on the baby’s head, and then retreated back in again.

Miguel rubbed his fingers around the circumference of the opening and told Karen to go again. She roared loudly, losing the gas and air mouthpiece in the process which rested in the valley between her breasts.

Jodie went to retrieve it as Karen shook her head no, pushing once more. Each time I stared in awe as more and more of the head became visible. Miguel didn’t let up his support, telling her she was doing well and to continue to do what she was doing, his fingers swiping left and right around her opening to keep things stretched and supple. Shortly after Karen’s waters broke as she pushed, shooting up Miguel’s scrubs and soaking him through.

Finally after plenty of effort, Karen was rewarded. The head finally didn’t sink back in. Of course this also lead to the ring of fire as she stretched to the widest point. Miguel pushed her to focus as he got her to reach down and feel the head, her eyes snapping open to announce “my baby!” With that the head slipped out to the neck with a gush of fluid, and a relieved, panting sound from the mother.

Jess bent forward to watch it happen, her eyes almost popping out if her skull as she saw her mothers vagina stretch wide, her siblings head shoot through, and blood.

She screamed as Miguel put his hand on her arm “you mother has torn a little, but please don’t worry we can ensure that is dealt with in due time. Everything is normal and fine.” Jess relaxed at her lovers voice and focused on her mothers face. Karen scrunched her face up again as she felt the next contraction. Oddly enough this one she held her breath as she pushed, and Miguel guided out the baby’s shoulders and body to place the blood and vernix covered baby – a boy – on his mothers belly.

Karen and Jess seemed to chant ‘you did it’ and ‘I did it’ in unison as Jodie beamed the most impossibly large smile at me directly into the camera. Jess hugged Miguel and asked “I want you to do exactly like that for me when I’m in labour.” Miguel nodded and said he would certainly do his best.

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Cruising to new life - part 3

Jess and Miguel made their way to the executive area of the ship, kissing and touching inside the executive lifts on the way. They had managed to at least get on some clothes for the journey but underwear certainly didn’t feature in that choice. As the lift reached its destination and they walked along the corridor to Miguel’s own room, he pinned her face first against the door, belly pressing against it by the weight of his body, though he was careful not to apply too much pressure.

Jess melted under his kisses in the back of her neck moaning “inside.” Miguel swiped his puck against the lock and pulled her back so she didn’t stumble through the door. Jess was taken aback at the room. It was massive. There was a giant sized TV on one wall, a dining room table with spaces for 8 and plenty of room to walk around as well. The bed was in its room – there were 4 double bedrooms in this suite. It had its own kitchen.

“Perks of being related to the owner” he spoke, his mind clearly focused elsewhere.

As Jess turned and pulled his top off and tugged down his shorts, Miguel offered up. “I don’t have anything.”

Jess grunted. “Condoms?”

Miguel grinned “those… or diseases.”

Jess kissed his chest. “Well I can’t get any more pregnant so let’s go lover boy.”

It certainly wasn’t the most graceful moment ever, but Miguel lifted the sundress up over Jess’s head, leaving her suddenly as naked as she had been the short while earlier since they met. He spun her around and lead her towards the kitchen island where she braced herself and bent over.

Miguel entered her from behind, his slick cock sliding effortlessly into her wet folds, the build up in the lifts enough to get the juices flowing. Miguel cupped one arm under Jess’s belly and held another to her shoulder as he thrusted, wild and animalistic. Jess bounced back and forth, her own arms and Miguel’s one wrapped around her belly stopping the bump from slamming against the kitchen island as they rode the thrusts together.

Soon their movements entered a rhythm of breaths and grunts punctuated by the slap-slap sound of Miguel slamming into Jess’s ass and Jess’s breasts oscillating back and forth against her own skin.

The grunts, huffs and puffs of a couple engaged in frenzied activity soon slowed as they entered a slower pace, Miguel thrusting deeper on each stroke, Jess awarding him with a gasp as she felt herself form around his hard shaft.

There was another sensation too, one of tightness in her belly, easily overlooked with her brain focused on pleasure. The fact that she had been without sex in so long seemed to be a catalyst for her orgasm, which came quickly and without warning, electric shocks running up and down her body as she could do nothing else but moan out as her body shuddered.

She turned around as she regained her senses and kissed Miguel as she pushed him back towards the open bedroom door. He stumbled back but remained on his feet as he realised what was happening and lead the way.

Jess shoved him down ass first and took his length in her hand, flicking her wrist up and down in a circular motion, their combined juices giving more than enough lubrication. She slowly climbed to the ground onto her knees, belly touching the floor as she leaned in and swallowed his whole length.

Her head bobbed as Miguel lost his mind. Her tongue danced on the head as she slithered it back and forth. This lady knew what she was doing. Jess let out a groan as she felt another tightening build, Miguel mistaking it for her humming on his cock, waves of sensation charging through him as he tensed his ass. He was so close to cumming.

“In or out…” Miguel was desperate. Jess reacted by applying suction to the tip of his cock as he released, warm, salty liquid filling Jess’s mouth as she leaned back after he finished twitching, now fully spent, dribbling it down her chin then swallowing what was left.

Miguel stroked her chin, wiping off the excess which was there, and kissed her chest where it had pooled, tasting the salty liquid.

As the panting couple caught their breath, Jess’s hand moved once more to her belly. “I think I’m having contractions.” She sounded worried. “I’ve had 3 pains now.”

Miguel asked her if they had lasted long, and Jess said only a few moments each. Miguel breathed a sigh of relief which Jess found reassuring, explaining that the activity may have started something, but it was likely she would have a few ‘after shocks’ but nothing would come of it – just a side effect of being so heavily pregnant. Just keep on monitoring and bear in mind that contractions can come and go. Keep on focusing on 5 minute intervals and 1 minute durations before contacting medical.

They settled into bed for a while cuddling up to each other as they felt those aftershocks come and go, but eventually after 30 minutes they had dissipated to nothing.

They parted ways shortly after, Miguel offering to allow Jess to shower before him, but he had to report for afternoon shift to the medical centre so only had a little while before he would need to leave anyway. Jess thanked him with a kiss but decided to head back and check on her mother, deciding to linger in his smell a little more.

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Cruising into new life - part 2

The next morning started early. Jodie had been raising early and trying to take naps during the day during her maternity leave for the last week or so – the joint terrors of pregnancy bladder, heartburn if she lays down and baby kicks resulting in a lot of interruptions.

Over night we had the announcement that we were now in international waters – we knew what that meant by our earlier briefing – and Jodie was desperate to see the oasis area and book a spa appointment – after a bit of digging around it seems that even these were included free of charge. We ordered breakfast to our room and after a quick shower, Jodie reached into the closet and pulled out the most luxurious, fluffy dressing gown I had ever seen. It was made with a pregnant woman’s proportions in mind too, covering her bump with plenty of room to spare.

As I was in the shower I heard the breakfast get delivered, and making sure that I had given plenty of time for the porter to leave so I didn’t flash him, jumped out of the shower, threw a towel on the bed and sat down ‘au natural’ to enjoy the food. During the meal Jodie kept on talking about spreading jams over certain parts of my anatomy and licking it off – but aside from that self same part of my anatomy springing up in anticipation nothing came of it. My wife is a terrible tease.

We flicked on the tv to channel 10 and just saw a message saying broadcasts will resume at noon, seems that Adriana at least has some time off from being in the front of the camera.

I spent a little while applying moisturiser to Jodie’s belly, and in appreciation, along with the sing song oohs and ahhs she provided me with, her hands spent a long while between my own legs, cock and balls being tugged and squeezed until I was a shaking mess, finally releasing myself all over that same belly I had rubbed a short while earlier. Life was good. And I had to rub goo into her belly all over again. Life was better.

We got a bit more of a chance of hand on body action as we applied our sun lotions, unsure what what the outside weather was like before we finally – and dare I say reluctantly – got dressed and headed out of the cabin around 9am several hours into our day already.

We started to deck 10 to explore the family areas first, waving hellos and nodding to people as we passed them. As we passed a couple using one of the wheelchairs Jodie pressed a hand into her back and gave an over emphasised groan. I took the hint and said I’d go back and fetch one, which she gave an appreciative ‘my hero’ look and kissed me deeply on the lips as thanks.

As I returned back I found Jodie in discussion with some sort of mothers club (or well I guess mothers to be club) as at least a dozen women, some with strollers carrying babies and small toddlers were huddled together around a selection of seats which had been pulled together.

As I approached with the chair I overheard snippets – usual stuff - stitches, tears, babies of so many pounds and labours of so many hours. War stories Jodie called them. She had never experienced it herself but her mother was quite candid explaining her birth and of course being a midwife had a lot of stories to tell herself which the ladies seemed more than happy with Jodie regaling them with. I stood off to one side, waving as she looked up to notice me, and with that I was introduced to the group. I’ll be honest and say that I was introduced to a few names and I couldn’t remember a single one of them in the commotion, but one thing I did find out was that the family I presumed were a poly couple (one man and 2 ladies in the check in area) was a little more complicated.

Firstly one of the women wasn’t romantically involved with any of the others – she was a good friend of the other lady who had agreed to be a surrogate for the first after they struggled to conceive their second child. Shortly after the second woman – now sporting a large bump herself – actually fell pregnant with twins and they were soon to become a family of 4 in a very much ‘oops’ moment – but all children were eagerly wanted. Seems the twin mother to be was only 7 months along but was allowed to join the cruise because of the surrogate wanting the family around should she go into labour on board. My mouth got away from my brain when I asked “do you all share a cabin?” The lady gave a good natured chuckle and answered no, but they do have adjoining rooms so she could go and tuck her friends in and give them a kiss good night if she wanted to.

The group spent another 15 to 20 minutes chatting, I just sat back and took in the view of various bellies being rubbed, itches being scratched and occasionally small lumps and bumps appearing across the bellies arrayed in a circle in front of me. As I said before – life was good.

We left the group after a while and headed off to our ultimate destination – the adult area and the oasis. I take no shame in saying that I was worried what was going to happen in the clothing optional area – I mean it’s no secret what turns me on and being offered up a veritable smorgasbord of pregnant ladies might make me… well… pokey. Which would be a tad embarrassing. However we ploughed on ahead, reached the fenced off area, swiped our key fob to get in and my jaw dropped.

The area wasn’t busy by any means but in front of me were around a dozen women and – after a quick head count – 5 men including me who were in various states of undress. Most had opted to go topless – either discarding the top half of their 2 piece sets or simply rolling down swimsuits, relaxing on loungers or sitting on the side of the pool. The pool itself was empty. Jodie asked one of the ladies with her legs in the pool about why it was empty and she replied that it was too cold. Hmm… maybe that could be a shock to the senses I need should anything start to stir.

We passed through quickly and on to the oasis as we planned where after a short walk we came up to the next door, swiped in and for sake of repeating myself, jaws were on the floor once more.

This area was basically a covered greenhouse with tropical plants decorating everywhere with a large circular pool in the centre and a river system running around the outside edge so in theory you could get to wherever you chose to sit down and rest without hardly leaving the water. The water wasn’t swimming pool deep by any means, waist deep at most so you could get around by wading through the water rather than having to swim.

It was busier in here than in the outdoor area – it was to be expected, it was still early in the day and the suns warmth hadn’t reached its peak yet, but it was also comparatively smaller, so perhaps less people seemed busier… I didn’t bother counting heads.

Jodie spotted somewhere for us to sit and dragged me over to it, pulling the dress she was wearing over her head to leave… nothing. In our time getting dressed this morning I had failed to register that she just put on a cover up over her naked body – the fact she had gotten dressed so quick just completely passed me by. She was breathtaking, and yes, my eyes were certainly focused on her than anyone else in here.

She broke my reverie with a cough, wiggling her eyebrows and gesturing towards my shorts. I smiled and pulled off my top and shorts in short order, standing proud and to attention, my cock like a flagpole on parade. Yeah she had done it. I guess get the embarrassing moment out of the way quickly.

My face was turned beet red though when I heard a wolf whistle. I turned and saw Jess wading towards us in the river system. I was clueless what to do. I mean we had only met this woman yesterday and here she was coming to meet us, breasts flopped down against her belly, not a whisper of hair between her legs, and me poking out and glistening at the tip.

She walked along, hugged Jodie and completely ignored the elephant in the room – or between my legs I guess. First thing she asked was if she could join us or if we wanted to be left alone – good on her – but when Jodie said to sit down, she was quick to pull up a lounger and slowly lower herself on to it, not a care in the world that she had nothing on. I guess being 21 and fit gives a boost of self confidence I was certainly missing in this situation.

We got talking, asked about her mother, and it turns out that she may be in labour. Nothing major, no rapid contractions or anything but she said it was just like it was when she was giving birth to her. She wanted to rest and see if anything developed. Of course this made Jodie giddy with delight and they got talking. Apparently she was 4 days early at this point but Jess had been born a day early so she wasn’t exactly expecting to get off the ship without another passenger in tow.

Jess abruptly changed conversation topics. Asking me if I could do anything about that… maybe cover it with a towel or something. There we go, my cock had been noticed. Seems Jess couldn’t stop glancing at it with how it was front and centre between us and whilst she knew it was wrong she had been without one for so long she was getting hungry… also little chance of single men on this cruise.

Jodie laughed and pulled a sock out of her bag and plopped it over the pole I had. “Not quite what I was thinking” announced Jess and we all burst into laughter.

Jess’s eyes wandered to the central pool and asked if it would be in bad taste to sleep with the staff. Our eyes followed hers looking wistfully off in the distance to see the hunky medical staff team member from the introductions in the pool, standing up waist deep but impossible to see if he was wearing any thing below. Jess and Jodie giggled what could only be described as a ‘wicked titter’ with Jodie telling her to go for it.

My eyes went down to water level and I noticed the face of Adriana submerged up to her neck in the pool. The thought she might be naked sent blood rushing back somewhere I was desperate to try and get rid of. And of course that was when Jodie and Jess decided to do a bit of matchmaking and set off toward the pool, asking me if I was coming.

I sighed and hoped that the water was cool enough to tamper down the blood rushing into places I really hoped it would avoid as I splashed into the river in pursuit.

We passed several couples relaxing in each others arms around the river route until we finally came to a pool entrance point and with a splash we all entered. It took a bit of dodging around floating pool guests until we approached our intended targets, Adriana’s eyes noticing us and smiling.

“Ahh once again we meet my good luck charm” her voice was practically purring. Glancing down into the water she added “I didn’t expect to meet so much of you I must say.” Thankfully I think the blood running to my cheeks took precedence this time and my lower half remained chill as I mentally thanked every god going for this situation.

“I would like to introduce you to my little brother.” She followed on, gesturing to the hunky medical team member. “He is Miguel, actually my twin, but he was born 20 minutes after me so I call him my little brother – he so dislikes the term.” Her beaming smile was left with a scowl from the man to get left.

“Charles feels that with me being so close to my time, I shouldn’t be let out without an escort. And Miguel here will be delivering the baby so he is as good as any.”

Jodie reacted first “your brother will deliver your baby?”

“Oh yes… I trust him very much and he is probably the most highly trained on the ship.” Adriana replied.

“But… it’s hardly what I’d want my brother seeing me down there.” Jess added.

“Ahh we have different cultures in my native Brazil. We are much more relaxed about nudity. It need not be sexual.” I swear she purred the word ‘sexual’

Miguel followed, his Latin accent much more pronounced than his sisters. “Indeed. I am my sisters biggest promoter. When she was dancing, there were many times that I helped her pick out costumes… many of them rely on no… how do you say – no panty lines. My attitude is that I have seen her naked on the day she was born, and an untold number of times since then.”

“How about anyone else” Jess blurted out, not entirely sure if she meant to say it out loud or just think it… but it was out there now.

Miguel looked at her. “I find great beauty in the female form. Perhaps we can meet to discuss practical examples.” My god that was smooth.

Jess blushed and fanned herself with her hand. “I may need to submerge myself it’s very, very hot in here.”

Adriana looked at me as the others were giggling. “Could you help me? It seems my brother is now a little busy, and I need help applying moisturiser.” I gulped. Looked straight at Jodie.

“Go. You’re married, she’s married, I know nothing will come of it, and you cannot say no to a lady in distress. A pregnant lady at that.” I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I agreed and was told to follow Adriana to her bed.

It was at this point that I realised that she was indeed naked under the water. My eyes hadn’t drifted above the waterline and reflections had obscured everything as we approached. She stepped out with her back to me and I know it’s a cliché, but if I hadn’t seen her from the front, you wouldn’t have told she was pregnant from the back. She raised inch by glorious inch out of the water like some sort of nymph, toned ass and legs eventually meeting my eye level with a shimmy.

Of course you know fine well which part of my anatomy reacted. I had no choice but to follow through and go with it. Jodie’s eyes followed me – Miguel and Jess focused on each other in the moment – and I’m certain I heard her say – or perhaps think - ‘oh dear.’ Yes I was following the most recognisable person on the whole cruise with a hard on.

Adriana’s eyes drifted down and no doubt took in an eyeful but didn’t say anything. She offered her arm to me to link as she walked me back towards her bed. A few steps along the route she actually pressed her hips into me and pulled me close announcing “your wife is very lucky.” I hoped she meant that I was willing to help rather than the size of the package. I focused straight ahead and tried not to look at her breasts in my peripheral vision as I answered “oh, how’s that.” Smooth. Nonchalant.

“Oh I can think of 2 reasons. And one of them shouldn’t be mentioned in polite company.”

My cock actually twitched. This woman was teasing me. My wife was watching my and hers ass wobble as we step away, her husband the guy who was running the show, and me caught with a woman who probably could be described by the word ‘vixen.’ My brain went ‘lithe, sexy, voluptuous’ in immediate response. Ok so that wasn’t helping the issue in the trouser (or lack of trouser) department.

We arrived at her lounger and she swished around and dropped down onto it with a grace that I wasn’t expecting for someone in such an advanced state of pregnancy, her head came around to be eye level with my crotch, and in that split second as it turned around in its route to looking to the side I could swear she was grinning. She brought back over a very expensive bottle of moisturiser (I’ll be honest I’ve no idea of brands of high end moisturiser but it was a very fancy, tiny bottle) and passed it over to me. As she laid her head back and relaxed into the lounger she purred “please be generous with it.”

I squeezed what must have been a quarter of the bottle between my hands and laid them down on her belly. The cold gel caused Adriana to flinch but she soon settled into it as my hands started to rub around in circles around the expanse of her belly. She let out soft moans and groans as my hands explored, my hands brushing the very top of her belly where her breasts rested down on them. I felt the baby within her belly move and roll, limbs poking out to follow the movement of my hands.

“Charlie likes that…” she let out breathily. “And so does his mother.”

“Charlie ?” I asked.

“Our baby is a boy. We were going to call him Charles Jr after his father, but Charles feels so… middle aged. So for now I call him Charlie. What about you?”

“We don’t know what we are having. We have about 5 names of each sex picked out and we will decide when we see it.”

Adriana groaned an acknowledgement that I had spoken but didn’t say anything else as my hands worked. This moisturiser was great, my hands hadn’t stopped moving in over a minute and still they were slipping and sliding as if I’d freshly applied it. Adriana’s body was glistening.

As she groaned another appreciative sound, her knees draped open leaving her completely exposed to me. My eyes bulged as her hand snaked around under the expanse of her belly and rested against her labia.

“Please… go… higher.” She was of course referencing my very intentional movements to avoid her breasts. It took all my willpower to say no… and I was breathing a sigh of relief as I heard Jodie announce herself behind me.

“Hi Babe.” My head turned to find my wife on approach. She was grinning. “We really need to find some way to deal with that.” All through the massage of course I was standing proud – I dare any straight man to do otherwise in that situation.

I coughed, unsure what to say as the lady I was massaging was sprawled, legs splayed open with her hand touching herself.

“Did my husband live up to expectations Mrs LeGrande?” She asked.

“My dear, please… Adriana. I’d like to think we were all friends here. And he is a magician with those fingers. I had almost nodded off. Do you know what happened to my brother and his lady friend?” She was of course asking for the reason why Jodie had wandered this way, but she was clever in hiding it.

“Oh those two went for some… privacy I think. So I thought whilst my husbands hands were all lubed up I’d partake in the service.”

“Oh please. Use my brothers lounger, and feel free to use this lotion. It would be a shame to not have those hands doing what they do best.”

Jodie looked wicked. “He can do much better, even with just 2 fingers.” I swear that Adriana shivered. Jodie grinned as she lowered herself down into the lounger opposite Adriana.

As I applied yet more of the lotion to my hands and rubbed up and down starting at Jodie’s belly, ensuring that in this case I covered her whole body from her neck to her toes as she laid back and enjoyed the sensual touches, the chilled moisturising gel leaving her body with prickles on it as my hand left any given area. Yet more groans coming from my wife as my head turned and caught movement of Adriana’s hand slipping in and out of her folds. She was playing a dangerous game… but of course no one is going to say no to the owners wife if they caught her masturbating in public.

I turned my head suddenly as I heard a pained grunt, Adriana rubbing a spot on her belly. “Braxton hicks.” I nodded. “With 2 days to go until my due date these get all too frequent. I try to hide them in camera. But why not let them go here. Oh… speaking of camera.” She looked up at the clock. 11 am. “I need to prepare for my afternoon. Could you please help me up?”

I offered an arm for her to brace herself on, not certain my hand would be a good grip with all of the moisturiser on it. Adriana made getting up look too easy. I mean I didn’t have a pregnant belly out in front of me throwing off my balance and I struggle to get up that easily.

She stepped into a pair of track suit pants and threw on a sports bra to contain her breasts as she turned to leave. “Oh please, before I forget. My husband and I will be holding a belly cast class this evening. I hope I will see you. It is in here. I’m expecting you both to attend. I want to see you put those hands back to good work.” With that she turned and strode away.

“Shit.” I said, my wife looking at me with a look of concern. “She left the moisturiser stuff.”

Jodie smiled. “I think she can likely afford to let it go.” She was grinning. We must have used probably half the bottle in 2 applications but she brought the brand up on her phones browser. It was $150 a bottle.

“Should we offer it back tonight?” I asked.

“Glad you decided we should go. I liked seeing that lady squirm.” Jodie was wicked in her own, good natured way.

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Cruising into new life - part 1

I’ve just recently came back from a cruise holiday. One of the things which always upset me with cruises was that typically you cannot join if you reach 24 weeks of pregnancy so here’s a story for if things got a bit turned on their heads.

“Everything looks great” our midwife smiled as she wiped the ultrasound gel from my wife’s belly. Jodie pulled her top back down again – tugging it at the end as it threatened not to fully cover the expanse of her belly, and using both of us as support she managed to get sat up and into an upright position.

“I’ve been asked to hand these out to late term mothers who were looking for an opportunity to have one last hurrah before their baby comes. I’m happy to say that as you appear to be complication free I’m happy to sign off on you attending if you’re interested.” She pulled out a drawer and handed us a leaflet.

The leaflet explained about a cruise which was being hosted by Charles LeGrande a well-known eccentric billionaire who – thanks to their media presence – we knew had been expecting his first child with his wife at roughly about the same time as us. It explained that his wife was a lover of the sea and was not happy that the typical cruises would exclude pregnant women when they were typically the ones who needed the luxury and pampering the most. So he was opening his personal cruise ship to 1000 guests who had to be hand-picked by their medical practitioners as being low risk and willing to enjoy the event.

It promised excellent food, 2 weeks of relaxation, access to an executive team of medical staff to cover any possible risk, and even a helicopter to get you back to the mainland should anything present as an emergency situation. The team knew there was every possibility that several of the mothers to be could give birth during the voyage, and yes, that was even planned for with the entire eighth deck – with pristine sea views – converting their cabins into bespoke birthing suites for the trip.

My wife couldn’t wait to say yes, so that is how we found ourselves, 2 weeks later, 39 weeks pregnant and waddling up to the check in desk at the cruise port, with the view of the most magnificent ship we had ever seen our backdrop as we approached the building.

The staff had everything to hand, each way you looked, all you see were bumps of various shapes and sizes – but all were in an advanced state of pregnancy.

The guests were invited to sit down so they weren’t forced to stand up in queues, whilst the staff came to them one after another to get them checked in and issue them whatever documents they needed for the cruise. We were impressed.

Our host stood with his pregnant wife standing beside him at the end of the hallway as each group in turn left the check in area and walked onto the ship, greeting them personally. As we approached the couple my wife commented on Charles wife – who we later learned was called Adriana, or Adi for short – must have incredible stamina to remain standing for so long in her condition – and believe me I have an eye for beauty in the pregnant form and this lady was pregnancy personified – tight dress accentuating what could only be described as a lithe dancers body, with breasts out to there and a belly to match.

The couple were of course full of smiles and welcoming gestures as we walked up the bridge to the atrium, a magnificent view of crystal chandeliers, gold finishes and guests and crew mingling at what was essentially a meet and greet session. We grabbed some canapés and some (non alcoholic) cocktails and looked around. The guest list looked to be from all walks of life – a few men dressed in very expensive looking suits along with their wives in tailored dresses to accentuate their pregnancy alongside working class people – would say around 80% as a guess appearing to be first timer parents – or at least those who didn’t bring their children with them – and a few who had smaller children in tow. One woman who was heavily pregnant had a younger lady with her who we later found out was her daughter, both ironically due the same day. There was what I presumed was a poly couple – 1 man along with 2 women – both heavily pregnant, and one of them holding a small child to her hip.

We met several crew in uniform, each identifying their name badges but not their role on the ship – they advised that Captain LeGrand was wanting to introduce everyone personally.

Finally all guests were boarded and we were asked to move to an adjoining room – which turned out to be a large cinema – where the captain was to give an address. Everyone shuffled in, groans of appreciation from the pregnant ladies having a chance to get off their feet and take a seat as the staff lined up, one set of uniforms on the left and another set on the right. There was an announcement over the PA system;

“Ladies and gentlemen please welcome your host, Mr Charles LeGrande.” He walked into the stage without his wife to good natured applause from the crowd, and as he waited for the noise to recede, he started to speak.

“I’m sure you agree this is a little unusual, but you have all joined me and my wife for what we hope will be a happy and memorable occasion. As you are no doubt aware, my wife is days away from her due date and wanted to do something special. She always hated that commercial cruises did not allow pregnant women on them – her history was a dancer in a show on board these types of cruises – so she asked if we could do something private and avoid the bureaucracy whilst giving pregnant women like you some much needed pampering time as you approach a major milestone in your lives.” This was met with a bit of cheering and clapping from the assembled crowd.

“For the next 2 weeks, I hope you will make the most of these facilities. I will answer the most obvious question first. We have ladies on board who may or may not go into labour through this cruise – my wife included. To ensure you are cared for during this time we have hand-picked an elite team of midwives, doulas, paediatricians and obstetricians, so please allow me to introduce you to the team on my left”. He offered a flourish of his arm. Generally, there was a round of applause as 2 ladies sat behind us caught glimpse of one of the staff – he was a muscular hunk of a man, probably more suited to a catwalk or movie studio than a medical field, and their content caught both me and my wife off guard, sending us into fits of giggles:

“Oh jeez, hope he doesn’t have to deliver my baby - I’ll be too focused on those guns and I’ll forget to push!”

LeGrande continued “To my right are our customer relations team, our spa team, your dining host, customer service staff and our head of housekeeping.” Another round of applause and waves followed from the team. “If you have any questions at all through the cruise please contact the customer service desk and they will make sure the appropriate team members are informed.”

“Next we have your personal trackers. As each of you boarded the ship, you were given a small device.” I looked at the coin sized puck that was handed to me that I put into my pocket. “This is your room key, and more importantly it offers you a way to get in touch with our crew. The red button summons medical help should you need it and the blue button summons customer support. Please, we know that in the later stages of pregnancy mobility is not the best, so please allow us to bring food and drink to you.” There was a general murmur through the crowd. “Of course please be aware that we cannot be everywhere at once so if you log into out app on your phone on ships wifi you can get an idea if the queue and status of your request – as much as we want to try and make things hassle free, if you want something quick, I’m afraid you will need to fetch it yourselves.”

“To aid your mobility on board, at each lift lobby and in the designated room alongside the atrium are electrically assisted wheelchairs. Please feel free to use them – they are not drivable, but the electrical support should help with whoever may be wheeling you around. Please when you have finished with them please return them to an available charging point, or if that is not possible, please hold the return button for 5 seconds until it starts to flash. That will alert our porter team to retrieve it. If you come across one which you would like to use, simply press the button again to stop the signal.”

“I have 3 more announcements. Sorry I know I have been droning on and you would like to explore the ship, but all are very important. Firstly for your safety, please review the lifejacket procedure in your tv in your room. You will be required today at some point to visit your lifeboat station and check in to confirm you have found it. If you have not done this by tomorrow one of our staff will be required to escort you to it – some parts of the law cannot be avoided to maintain our insurance!” Thankfully the crowd laughed at this as he continued “next will be our adults area – when we are in international waters – which we will announce over the PA system when this is the case – will operate a clothing optimal policy. We must insist on zero attendance in these areas by your children. Access to these areas will require use of your puck to unlock the doors and access to these areas by the lifts.” He continued before the murmuring got too loud at that announcement “and finally my wife has an announcement.”

He stepped to the side as the large screen behind him lit up. Adriana appeared on it, beaming, smiling face in front of the camera. She spoke with an accent which hinted at Latina roots, but was highly Americanised now. “Welcome on board. My husband and I would like to welcome you to watch our birth.” There were gasps and mumbles in the crowd but she continued. “I have a camera crew who will be with me during the voyage. We will broadcast over channel 10 on your room TV sets and also in this cinema. Until my labour begins I will be meeting and greeting people on the ship, and once my time is upon me, I would like to share it with you. After leaving the dancers life full time I have trained as a doula, and feel that birth education is incredibly important. I hope footage of my birth gives those of you who are yet to experience this miracle some confidence that you can do it.”

More applause ensued as the message sunk home. This was certainly going to be a cruise to remember that’s for certain.

Charles brought the meeting to a close. “I thank you all for attending and now please enjoy the facilities on offer in our ship.” He held a walkie talkie to his mouth and announced “ensign please let us depart.” With that there was a rumble as the ships engines powered up, and as started to file out of the cinema we felt the movement of the ship as it pushed off from the docks.

It took a little while for the crowd to move, with a large percentage of them groaning and complaining as they were forced to lift their pregnancy addled bodies back out of the – I must say – very comfortable seats. We took it slow, my hand grasping Jodie’s as we took a leisurely stroll around the deck we were on, it was certain that no expense had been spared in getting this ship outfitted for our needs. We came across the room with the wheelchairs and both of us turned as one to look at each other. We nodded simultaneously and dashed in to give one a go. There were still about 2 dozen left hooked up to charge points, so we uncoupled one and Jodie slowly lifted herself down into the seat. Her groan of appreciation for getting off her feet was heavenly to me. I gave it a test push, and found with the electrical assistance it was almost like no one was sitting in it at all.

She looked at her app on her phone as I pushed her along a corridor, reading out useful bits and pieces to me. “Decks 1,2,4 were crew quarters. Deck 3 is dedicated to the atrium, cinema and customer services. Deck 5 contains restaurants, and the spa area. Deck 6 doesn’t appear to be used, 7 and 9 were guest rooms, 8 was the converted floor for the delivery suites around the outside cabins and a medical centre and nursery inside. Deck 10 was the entertainment deck – an indoor area with the nightclub / activities room, and all the outdoor pool areas. At the rear end of the ship – or aft it says here I guess using nautical speak – is the adults only area. There’s access from there to a deck 11 area which is described as the oasis… now that I want to see.”

I grin as we approach a lift “if that announcement was anything to go by, we’ll see a lot more in the adult area than we maybe should.”

My wife just grinned at me and gave me a sly look. She knew as well as me that since she got pregnant I’d been – to quote her – one horny bugger – and she knew that having the opportunity to spend time almost ogling dozens or more pregnant women would be my own idea of heaven. She had found my porn stashes fairly early on in our relationship, and she certainly embraced my kinks, especially now that we had managed the pregnancy thing for real.

We were broken out of our reverie by a ding as the lift arrived. We had left it for the majority to clear out and head to their rooms before we headed that way to avoid crowded lift areas – after all bumps took up a lot more room than expected inside a lift. We stepped in and felt the sensation as we went up to floor 6 the one designated for us. We got out of the lift, and I trundled my wife and chair down the corridor. We spotted our bags outside the room so swiped out puck against the door lock, shoving the door back to peer into the room.

It was gorgeous. We left the chair outside and my wife walked in to a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as she looked left and right. I took a step outside and brought in our cases as my wife made a beeline straight for the bed. We noted that alongside the compliment of regular pillows there was a full body pregnancy pillow designed to help support the bump. She flopped down and gave out the most appreciative moan I had ever heard. I offered to take the chair back to the atrium storage area whilst she unpacked, which she agreed to. I headed back out, closing the door behind me and following a walk down the corridor, waiting for a lift ride, taking it down then back up again, and walking along to our room once more, I opened the door to be greeted by the whistling quiet little snores of my wife, deep in sleep, our cases exactly where I’d left them.

I managed to get our stuff unpacked whilst making as little noise as possible and thankfully it didn’t wake my wife. I was constantly amazed at the little smiles and groans she made as I visibly see the movement of the baby inside the bump, encased by the tightly stretched fabric of her top. After unpacking I leave her to her sleep as I shuffle out the room and explore a bit. I run into a lady in the corridor who rivalled any pregnant belly I’d seen in my life, and gave her a quick nod as I noticed she was in the room next door to us. She returned the nod but seemed to be in a bit of a rush to get back into her room. Not that I could blame her of course – strange man in a corridor coupled with late stage pregnancy bladder – who knows what rush she was in.

I walked along to our lifeboat station and registered my attendance (which thankfully also accommodated Jodie as well) – another thing crossed off the to do list, then made my way up to deck 10 to see the entertainment area. I was met with a camera in my face and the beaming smile of Adriana.

“Ahh hello there sir. I can only presume by your flat midsection, you are one of the fathers to be rather than one of our future mothers?” I couldn’t help but smile at her own infectious smile as I replied

“I’m afraid so. Just exploring on my own as the wife has a nap. My compliments to whoever buys your mattresses – she was asleep within minutes of lying down.”

She smiled in return, her hand caressing her large bump which my eye was drawn down to in the process. Realising I was still being recorded I flicked my eyes back up and looked back towards her face. “I’ll be sure to tell our master of housekeeping. Please, enjoy your stay and I’ll look forward to seeing you around the ship.” With that she gave another beaming smile, the camera man gave a nod to signal that they had stopped recording, and Adriana gave me a quick peck kiss, almost on my cheek in the air a few millimetres from actually touching my skin, thanking me for playing along – usually if someone has a camera sprung on them they panic which is really hard to edit live. Two things crossed my mind – firstly – what perfume was she wearing because it smelled good – all fruity with major notes of cherries, and soon after I froze as I realised point two – I’d potentially just been broadcast to the entire ship checking out Adriana’s bump.

Two other people were in the room – the mother and daughter duo. They were both smiling and looking straight at me which was let’s just say unnerving, but I walked towards them and said my hellos. It was here in the small talk that I learned these 2 ladies – Karen and Jess were mother and daughter, Karen’s husband, Jess’s dad – had divorced several years ago. Both ladies had fallen pregnant after an incident at a celebration even after Jess’s graduation from university. The divorce settlement had allowed them to be self sufficient for the duration of their pregnancies but Jess was aware that she couldn’t live from her mothers hand downs forever so knew once the baby was born she would be starting to look for full time work whilst her mother looked after both her own baby and her grandchild.

I gave my own backstory – me and my wife Jodie had finally decided to try for a baby after several years of considering it, and so far everything was going like textbook. We had an opportunity to learn the sex if the baby several ultrasound checks ago, but we decided against it, but had the doctor write it down in an envelope which she kept in her purse should she ever want to read it. All this time that envelope had remained unopened and we had no plans to change that.

After the introductions and pleasantries were over with, Karen – the mother – grinned at me. “So we saw you checking out boss lady’s rack. Hey man I don’t blame you, she looks good” she emphasised the word spending just a little too long sounding it out. “Just don’t let boss man catch you doing that or he may make you walk the plank. Arr!” She emphasised the pirate noises as I almost choked laughing.

“Would you believe that I wasn’t?” I asked. Both ladies shook their heads together. I was actually looking at her bump… to make sure that I don’t bump into her.” The last bit came out maybe a little too fast for my liking.

“Oooh so that’s it” grinned both ladies. “You like the big bellies.” I made an attempt to say no but before I could get the words out, both had lifted up their tops and exposed their bellies to me. I stood open mouthed unable to make a coherent sentence.

“Go ahead, touch em.” Jess offered. “They’re just baby containers. Smooth, stretched out, Shea butter oiled, tingling to the touch baby containers.” Both burst into fits of giggles. No matter what anyone thought of these 2 as mother and daughter, they were definitely more like friends or sisters.. I could also see how their story went how both of them fell pregnant at the same time at the same party. I’d dare say that Karen, when dolled up for a night out could easily pass for 20 years her junior or so.

“Another time ladies” I inwardly shook my head, I mean this sort of situation would have normally been a dream come true for someone like me, but my wife was literal walking distance away from me. “I’m here with my wife and to let you into a little secret… that sort of thing might just go beyond the ‘baby container’ simplicity for me. I’d feel guilty indulging.” The ladies giggled but offered a counter proposal from Karen;

“I’d like to meet your wife. Don’t worry we will say you are the perfect gent. Just we don’t have many friends and it would be nice to trade gyno horror stories.” I laughed but agreed.

“I’ll let her know. Send me a message when you’re going for food and I’ll see if we can meet you?”

With that we swapped messaging details and went our separate ways.

I headed back to the room to find Jodie awake again and rearranging all the stuff I unpacked. “Oh Hi babe” she announced. “Sorry, don’t know what came over me but that bed was good. Thanks for unpacking everything.” I gave her a one of those looks, with raised eyebrows as a response. “I didn’t say you had unpacked it correctly did I” she offered, fluttering her eyelashes in innocence.

After a bit of time spent pulling things from one cupboard and closet to the next, I explained the story of the 2 ladies who Jodie remembered from the port. She of course agreed to sit with them so I texted a thumbs up to Karen who sent back a smiling face and ‘see you in an hour’

Myself and Jodie wanted to get washed up before the meal so traded showers one after the other. We wanted to share one, but one thing is for certain, cruise ship showers were hardly big enough for one person, never mind two and a bump… so we settled for naked cuddles on the bed as we dried off, my hands exploring Jodie’s breasts and belly as I felt our baby kick at the attention. It got to around 20 minutes before we were due to head down and as things were starting to get spicy between us, I pleaded for us not to head down and just stay in the room explore what the bed had to offer. Jodie stared me straight down.

“I’m starving. Both me and this little cherub need a good bit of food. You don’t want hangry sex, believe me.” I laughed and accepted what she said, rolling over with a kiss to her lips. “Now help me up, I’m like a beached whale.” That was it we were both laughing at that point.

We had a slow walk down, Jodie opting to walk rather than me fetching the chair – she insisted she was pregnant, not an invalid - and met up with Karen and Jess outside the restaurant who were waiting on a chair for us. Jodie greeted them with a smiling hug – or at least as good a hug as you could get when both participants jutted out much father than is normal. We made our way in to get our food – greeted at the door by the staff member who would be serving us for the evening and took us to our table. We were seated – us on one side and those two on the other, presented with menus and made our choices. Conversation flowed – my wife the much more sociable one than me, but all 3 women got along fine. I had a retelling of the ladies back story, a bit of information on how we met and other mundane stuff. When asked if they wanted to give birth on the ship, both were very positive on the idea as long as both were together. Karen of course was hoping she could hold off until Jess had delivered as she wanted to be there for her little girl… but both were aware that babies made their own agendas. We both nodded at that.

When we were asked the same question, Jodie pondered a little while. She explained her own mum was a midwife and she was hoping that she could have delivered her first grandchild at home… but she made us promise not to give up this opportunity – as long as we got straight on the ships wifi and gave her a call so she could be there in spirit if not in person.

After a chorus of ‘Awww’s from the other ladies our first course arrived and we enjoyed what must be one of the nicest meals I ever tasted. Clean plates on the first course, and we were well into the second course when a commotion caught our attention.

One lady was dashing out if the restaurant at a pace I didn’t think a heavily pregnant women could manage, one hand clamped on her mouth the other under her belly. Looking between ourselves we presumed she had a bout of sea sickness but I recognised her as the woman who I ran into in the corridor earlier – our neighbour. When she didn’t return for the rest of the meal I suggested we knock on her door to make sure she was OK as she appeared to be there by herself – no one else followed her out of the restaurant.

We finished up the rest of the meal talking a bit afterwards and around an hour or so after the commotion, we said our goodbyes to the ladies and made our way back to the room to do our good deed of the day.

As we got out of the lift and rounded the corner to our corridor, we heard an shrill cry. Stopped momentarily we looked at each other and dashed as fast as we could towards the sound. Our neighbours door was wide open, a mobile crib outside the door. Looking in the room we were met with a sight. The lady from before facing away from us, stripped naked and bracing herself with one hand on the table and another on the back of a chair. One of the medical team was in front of her, kneeling between her legs, hands poised to catch the baby which she was evidently moments away from giving birth to.

She yelled again and squatted down a little deeper, as we both saw the face of her baby appear between her legs along with a gush of fluids. We noticed then that a rubber mat of some variety had been placed down, presumably to catch the mess. The lady from the medical team was telling her that she was doing a good job, that she was almost done, and with another yelling scream the baby slipped out from between her legs and into the waiting hands of the lady waiting to receive it.

The lady dropped down to her own knees to be handed the baby, as she rocked back on her haunches she finally came back to reality and turned to see us standing the doorway. We were caught red faced looking at her in an intimate, vulnerable moment and we were unsure what to do.

Luckily she smiled first. “Oh hi… you must be my neighbours? Sorry about the noise.”

Jodie just shook her head. “Erm… are you ok? We were just wanting to make sure that you were good after leaving the restaurant in a rush.”

The lady smiled. “I am now. Look… come in, can’t have you sitting in the corridor like that.” She was completely oblivious that she was both naked, holding a crying baby to her chest, and inviting strangers to come into her private space. Either way we did as she asked and closed the door behind us.

Over the course of the next 30 minutes or so we watched as the lady from the medical team carried out checks on the mother and baby, everything seemed fine, then cut the cord as the lady – Donna it turns out – explained to us that she had felt a bit off all day but didn’t want to risk not making it onto the boat as she’d been looking forward to it for several weeks. After she had a wave of nausea during the meal, her waters had broken on the way back to the room, and that was when she had felt the first thing close to a contraction. From there she was in full blown pushing for about 30 minutes until we came along – and the rest we knew. She called the medical team but they already announced she was at 8cm when they arrived and couldn’t be moved to the delivery suite – hence the mobile crib being brought along and her somewhat embarrassing predicament.

With that she finally realised she was naked and asked me to pass her over something to cover her up out of her wardrobe. I found a wrap that she draped over her shoulders as the lady from medical rubbed her belly and she groaned a little – giving birth to her placenta in the process. She relaxed into breastfeeding her baby as we said our goodbyes happy hormones fuelling both our spirits as we opened the door.

Just outside was Adriana and her camera team, ready to meet the mother once the medical team said they were able to. She had heard of the first baby being born on board and needed to greet the mother to congratulate her. She met me with a beaming smile and an immediate moment of recognition from when we met earlier.

“Hello again.” She beamed. “We keep on meeting where all the action happens. Maybe you are this ships good luck charm.” Jodie looked at me quizzically. I explained how I came across her and the team earlier. I introduced Jodie and Adriana gave her a similar ‘just off the cheek’ kiss like she did for me earlier. We waved our goodbyes as the door opened again, the lady from the medical team popping out the room to grab the crib and saying 10-15 minutes to Adriana and the team.

As we walked the few steps up to our room and swiped out key to get in we both burst into giggles. That was certainly an interesting day. Jodie grinned at me. “Maybe we should give them some fun noises to listen to when they’re recording?” I looked at her, instinctively knowing what she meant – her hand had been caressing my leg and knee all through dinner. Without uttering another word between us, we threw our clothes into a corner of the room, I climbed (and sank) into the bed and lay back as she crawled on top of me, her popped out belly button tracing a pattern from my crotch to my navel which sent me into a spin. As she lowered herself down onto my erection in a reverse cowgirl style, our frenzied moans and grunts rang out. My eyes following the rhythmic bouncing of her belly and breasts as she oscillated on top of me. Our climaxes were announced with joint moans, echoing within the confined space of the cabin. Who knows if we were ever caught on camera or if the rooms really were well soundproofed – we never got around to watching that interview.

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2 Friends, 3 Babies.

Several months prior, two friends are texting: 

Kirsty: *Hey babe* 

Kate: *Yeah?* 

Kirsty: *<Posts picture of a positive pregnancy test>* 

Kate: *EEEEEEE! For real.  Congrats!   We are catching up, tomorrow!* 

Three months later, the following text message discussion occurred: 

Kate: *Oh my god, you’ll never guess what!* 

Kirsty: *What?* 

Kate: *<Posts picture of positive pregnancy test>* 

Kirsty: *OH MY GOD!!!!* 

Kate: *Yep… we do everything together, even babies!* 

Kate:  *But… I’ve got 2 in me!* 

Kirsty: *Twins?  WOWWWW!* 

Kirsty and Kate grew up in a small town, and did everything together, they both grew up together, went to school and college together, even worked at the same job together.   They were more like sisters than friends, and now with their joint pregnancies, they were doing antenatal classes together.  Kate had married Kevin – another childhood friend – and yes, you will notice the prolific number of ‘K’ names between the group – one of the quirks of living in a close-knit community, sometimes things get a bit well… weird.   

In this case, generationally, each family collectively agreed to use the next letter of the alphabet to name their children.   No one knows how far back it started, but their parents’ friends’ group was made up of a Joyce, Joseph, Janice and James.   They had a few friends like John and Jack… and a few from the older generation, Ian and Irene.   Ken was an unfortunate teenage pregnancy incident between one of Kirsty and Kate’s mothers’ friends, born much older than the rest of the generation thanks to a lack of sufficient education about sexual practices in the school system. 

Tom – Kirsty’s husband – was the odd one out – he was an import into the area.  Kirsty met him at university, and he was soon welcomed into the community with open arms as they dated and eventually married. 

Even though the 2 ladies were frequently seen to be almost identical in their style and demeanour, as time progressed in their respective pregnancies, the obviousness of their pregnant condition separated them.   Kirsty managed to keep a very petite bump, it was very small and contained.   Kate on the other hand had surpassed Kirsty’s belly measurement by her 5th month, Kirsty’s 8th – looking as if full term with a single baby before Kirsty had even given birth. 

Kate was thrilled – and to be honest a little apprehensive – when Kirsty asked her to be her birthing partner – she was very aware that whatever happened to Kirsty she would have to do herself in only a matter of weeks afterwards, but the two of them felt that they were well prepared between watching birth videos together, taking birth classes together, and generally being good emotional support to each other through the trials of heartburn, morning sickness and cravings. 

As time progressed, and the inevitable day finally arrived, Kirsty called Kate to tell her that she was certain she was in labour, and she should come over. 

Kate knocked briefly on the door and walked in – she was past needing to wait for her friend to come and let her in, but as she took her time turning around to close the door behind her – always conscious of her bump potentially knocking into things - she shouted her hello into the house. 

“Come on in” shouted Kirsty in response, as Kate turned back around and walked down the small corridor into the room where the sound came from. 

She immediately stopped in her tracks, her hand flying instinctively to her mouth in unexpected shock. 

“Kirsty, you’re naked!” exclaimed Kate. 

Kirsty wasn’t exactly naked.   She was covered by a dressing gown, but it was open rather than tied, her body and hair evidently wet like she had just been in the bath or shower.   She was sat on her birth ball, slowly rotating her hips in a figure eight motion as Kate rounded the corner into the room. 

She looked up and managed a smile, “Yeah and I’ve got a baby wanting to come out of me, so I win this round” 

Kate couldn’t help but giggle, when almost on cue, Kirsty’s face scrunched up as she brushed back the fabric of her robe from the right hand side of her belly and clamped her hand on it, rubbing it with slow circles.    Kate watched enraptured as Kirsty’s belly tensed and for a brief moment, an outline of a part of the baby was seen poking out.   She gasped without realising. 

Kirsty, seeing this happen, blew out her breath as the contraction passed and smiled once again.   “I take it you saw little bub’s butt?”   Kate nodded.   “Yeah its crazy, been watching it all morning as my belly tightens up.   I suppose it’s a downside of a small bump... not much free room in there I guess?” 

Kate asked “So how long have you been in labour for?” 

Kirsty looked up as if she was trying to work something out in her head.  “Well... I was straddled riding Tom last night” 

“Hey, do you not have any secrets!” shouted Tom from the next room. 

“Of course not baby, we are friends!” shouted Kirsty, grinning maniacally. “As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, I was riding my man like a beast, when I felt some contractions.   Not sure if the baby was fed up of being juggled around or some magic happened... when the magic happened, but they didn’t let up, not like any of those Braxton Hicks things I’d been having.” 

Kate nodded, her hand instinctively moving to her belly to feel the movement of the babies inside her at the mention of Braxton Hicks contractions, she was only 6 months along, and she knew she had those to look forward to when the babies had grown a little more – if that was possible – she was bigger than Kirsty right now, and Kirsty was in labour! 

Kirsty continued.  “I managed to get a couple of hours sleep, but at around about... oh... 5 I think I gave up after watching the clock for an hour and feeling the occasional cramp.   I knew they weren’t going away at this point and got excited you know.” 

Kate nodded as Kirsty continued.   “I got up to go to the toilet” - cue knowing nods from Kate - “had a little bite to eat, and just sat and watched TV for a few hours feeling the build-up and progression, having a good moan and groan to myself.   After Tom got up and noticed I wasn’t in bed, it had been several hours, and things had started to get a bit fruity, let me tell you.  Headed for a nice warm bath to try and get comfortable when I got in touch with you.  Had about an hour in there – it helped; I'll admit – but I figure it's about time to go to the birth centre.   So here we are, about an hour later, Tom has – I hope – finished packing, and I need to just get dressed a bit so I can go out in public.” 

Tom poked his head around the door.  “We’re all set – Hi Kate!” 

“Hi Tom” Kate held her hand up in greeting. 

Kirsty stands from the ball, arching her back as she simultaneously holds the underside of her belly and pulls, lifting her round midsection up.  “That feels so much better let me tell you, nothing like it to ease back pain.  Baby’s got no decency to stay well away from nerves.”   She shuffles back towards a chair where a dress is draped over the back of it, shrugging off the dressing gown into a pile on the floor behind her, she grabs the dress and starts to pull it over her head, the fabric gathering above her bump until she's pulled it over her head and able to pull it down. 

“No underwear?” queried Kate, as Kirsty shook a finger at her, dropping her head and grimacing, evident that another contraction had started to ramp up.   Kate moved over to her friend and got in as close as her own bump would let her, rubbing Kirsty’s back.   That seemed to help, and her tight, scowling expression relaxed a little as she felt the muscles of her back being softly massaged. 

Tom walked back into the room with a bag slung over his shoulder with their hospital things in, taking his wife's hands in his own, he slowly rubbed his thumbs over the back of her two hands whilst whispering to her that she was doing well, and she was well on her way to meeting their baby. 

As the contraction reached its peak and finally ebbed away, Kirsty felt she could breathe again, huffing out her breath with a groan.   The contractions were definitely getting worse as time went on... she figured it was going to be as much, but she was secretly hoping that they would reach a peak with their pain and intensity, and eventually just go on longer and longer.   She figured in her own head that was too much to ask for. 

The three made their way to the car – Kirsty and Tom just having upgraded their small hatchback they shared as a couple to something larger with the baby on the way.  Kate settled into the passenger seat as she pushed the seat back as much as she could, Kirsty sat in the back row, on the assumption that it would allow her a bit more freedom of movement should she need it during the ride – she didn’t like the idea of getting trapped in the passenger seat and be surrounded by all the dashboard and centre consoles and not being able to move around, even shuffle from left to right. 

Tom opened the boot, threw in the bag he was carrying, and promised he would be quick as he dashed back into the house.   Two pairs of pregnant women’s eyes followed his movements as he retreated.   He returned a few moments later with the car seat for the baby, and placed that in the back as well, not wanting to set it up in position for now in case Kirsty wanted to move around. 

“Lets go have a baby!” he yelled, the emotions he had bottled up finally releasing into a yell of triumph that he and his wife were on their way.    

As the engine burst into life, another contraction started assaulting Kirsty’s belly.   She groaned, resulting in Tom turning around before pulling away.   “Just drive!” Kirsty growled a little, completely unintentionally.   Noticing Tom’s expression drop, she took a breath and added, in a more reasonable tone “Sooner we get moving, the sooner we get there.   I’m expecting a few more of these on the way, and Kate can help me cope.  Just want you to focus on the road to get us there in one piece.”  Tom nodded and pulled away, glancing back at the rear-view mirror to see Kirsty lying back, rubbing furiously at her belly. 

Tom set a decent pace, keeping to the speed limit, but weaving between lanes to keep moving and not end up in queues.   Kirsty went through several contractions in the car, typically when they ramped up to higher intensities, she leaned her head on the seat in front and pushed her hand forward, allowing Kate to grab it and hold on as she squeezed, often grasping Kirsty’s hand with both of hers.   Tom kept the compliments and encouragement going all the way through the drive - “You’re doing well baby, keep on doing that, breathe nice and deep, pant out the pain.”  Kate chimed in at appropriate times “That’s it Kirst, squeeze my hand nice and tight, just keep on thinking about meeting the baby.” 

Kirsty shuffled from side to side in the seat as she tried to keep comfortable, struggling with the sensations of labour getting more and more pronounced as the drive went on.   Tom was of course driving as quick as he could, which resulted in one rapid stop as a car appeared in front of him unexpectedly.    The stop-start nature of the journey, coupled with her own hormones, and the surprising heat generated by her own pregnant body left her feeling nauseous, so she wound down the window and let the cool air blast into her face for a while.   

At one point, Kirsty had almost gotten to her wits end, tired of sitting in the same position, the pain in her lower back becoming more and more intense as the drive and her labour progressed.    She managed to get her body rotated in the seat, so she had her knees pressed against the seat, her belly sticking out into the area where she was sitting a few moments earlier, and her hands grasping the headrest as she moaned a sorrowful sounding wail, a contraction almost breaking her.   Tom had little he could do to assist, and even Kate couldn’t really get her hand back far enough, only really brushing hers against her friends thigh, so both were left looking through the rear view mirror at the labouring woman and feeling powerless to help other than to keep on telling her that they were getting closer and closer to the birthing centre. 

When the group were almost there, about 2-3 minutes from the hospital, Kirsty let out a growl which suddenly turned into an exclaimation.  “GrrrrrrooooohSHIT!”   Kate turned around as best she could, and Tom, all credit to him, didn’t take his eyes off the road but asked what had happened. 

“Water broke... I think” replied Kirsty speaking in a pained tone, eyes scrunched up in the middle of a contraction, she pulled her hands out from between her legs and brought up fingers that were glistening with fluid. 

Tom gasped, asking “Do I stop, do I go... were almost there?” 

Kate looked at him.  “Get to the birthing centre, I don’t think she's in any risk of pushing the baby out right here.” 

Kirsty answered silently by shaking her head.  Gasping a “go” as best she could, Tom got the message and drove on. 

Kirsty squirmed in the seat, feeling the wetness of her clothes cling to her.   She mumbled a quick “Sorry guys” as she lifted her backside off the seat and pulled at her dress, lifting it up above her bump, exposing her lower half and sitting back down.  “That was uncomfortable.”    Tom could only stare in disbelief as Kate smiled.  “Whatever helps you cope.” 

As the car arrived in the car park, Kate offered to go in and get things ready for the couple, presuming that Kirsty would need a moment to get herself tidied up and out of the car.   Of course, being 6 months pregnant with twins, and sporting a large belly herself didn’t exactly mean she was able to jump out of the car herself and head over quickly either. 

She eventually managed to extract herself from the seat and with a half run-half waddle she pushed the door to the birthing centre open to be greeted by a receptionist. 

“Hi” said Kate.   “We rang ahead, got a baby coming.   Waters just broken on the journey in.” 

The receptionist looked at Kate and got the wrong end of the stick, thinking she was the woman in labour. 

“Please take a seat ma’am and I'll bring the admittance forms over to you... or do you feel that you would need a wheelchair and to go straight to the assessment room?” 

“Wh...wha?” Kate was taken aback momentarily until she put 2 and 2 together.  “Oh... no... my friend is in labour.   I’ve got a fair old while to go, still only 6 months along.”   Kate was not sure if it was the frantic nature of the drive into the area, but this set her off giggling.   Kirsty is going to love hearing this. 

“I think the wheelchair could be useful for our labouring mamma though,” noted Kate as the receptionist nodded.  “You should see the couple in the car park.” 

An orderly took one of the wheelchairs which were stacked to the side and wheeled it out to greet the labouring couple, as the receptionist asked for Kirsty's name, brought up her records on the screen and clicked a few locations on the screen, announcing that she was all set. 

The orderly came in backwards, wheeling Kirsty in front of him in reverse, Tom following with the bag close behind the small group.   As the orderly spun the chair around so Kirsty faced the receptionist, Kirsty let out a slight smile and a nod of greeting. 

The receptionist greeted her with her own beaming smile and wished her good luck, advising the orderly to take the group to assessment room 2.   Tom and Kate followed on behind the wheelchair bound Kirsty as the three of them and the orderly entered a room.    

“I’ll come back and get the chair when you’ve been assessed, just sit tight and our midwife will be here in just a couple of minutes... or if you’d like a hand up, I can help?” 

“Please, help me stand” asked Kirsty.   The orderly and Tom helped her get up whilst Kate wheeled the chair to the side of the room.  “Thanks, I’ve been sitting for a while in the car, I just want to move around.” 

“Not a problem” the orderly smiled.   He pointed over to buzzer on the wall.  “There’s an intercom there if you need to reach reception, but you shouldn’t have much of a wait.” 

As the orderly leaves, Kirsty’s hand goes to her bump again as she waddles over to grasp onto a handrail on the wall.   Her walk is noticeably bow-legged as she tries to avoid the damp patch on the back her dress which is clearly visible from behind.  “I just realised how soaked I am now the dress isn't stuck to me,” she manages, between huff and puff breaths as she focuses on the contraction. 

“Hopefully they have the pool you wanted ready, then you can take off the dress and just relax in the water.” thought Tom, speaking out loud. 

“Sounds heavenly...” Kirsty replied, holding herself up with one hand as she bent over with the pain, clutching at her belly with the other.  “These have gotten a LOT worse since the waters went.  Like someone's taken away the cushion I had.”   She vocalised a low moan as she worked through the contraction. 

There was a knock at the door, and the midwife the couple had been dealing with during their prenatal care walked through, she was known as Suzi.   Definitely an out of towner as she was not really much older than Kirsty and Kate, but didn’t follow the same naming convention of those in the town. 

She noticed Kirsty working her way through a contraction and waited for it to finish – Kirsty, wrapping her arms around Tom as she stood with a wide stance, moving her hips left and right as she vocalised a low moan.   As the contraction finished, and she managed to stand back up fully and look around at the new entrant into the room, Kirsty’s eyes rose up and met Suzi’s, who smiled in response.  “So how's my mother and sneaky little baby then?” 

“We’re fine, and I think baby really wants to show itself now” replied Kirsty, her hand rubbing her bump. 

What Suzi referred to was Kirstys apparent lack of bump.  All of the ultrasound scans and other checks that she had went through suggested the baby was growing normally, and in fact was suggesting that it was going to be very big when it was born – but her apparent lack of bump was baffling.  Suzi could only shrug when asked to explain it, and just replied saying that sometimes bumps just don’t pop out much.  Her uterus, and subsequently the baby growing within it, seemed to be quite deep in her body, so the outward signs were significantly less than many other women, but everything was perfectly normal and not to worry about it. 

“Can I check you over?” asked Suzi, as Kirsty nodded, adding “Do you mind if I take off this dress... it’s a bit wet?”    

“If it would help, go right ahead, want me to bring you something else to wear?” she asked. 

“No... no thanks.   Feeling a bit hot and bothered if I’m honest – hoping a bit of naked time might help cool me down.”   Kirsty blushed as she said it, not exactly sure what the etiquette would be for a situation like this. 

“Hey... you’re the labouring mamma... you call the shots” grinned Suzi as she offered her hand to help Kirsty onto the bed.   Kirsty hiked her dress up over her bump as she had done before in the car and then took Suzi’s hand and Toms and managed to get herself on the bed.   Tom lifted off her dress and folded it over, putting it away in a plastic bag to be washed later. 

Suzi donned her gloves, and with a “OK, deep breath in” she put her hands between Kirsty’s legs and into her vagina.   Kirsty squirmed a little as she groaned at the unpleasant sensation but a few moments later, Suzi withdrew her fingers and pulled off the gloves.  “You’re doing well... at 6 centimetres, so still a way to go, but I’m happy to get you admitted... no need to go home.” 

Kirsty breathed a sigh of relief.   She wasn’t expecting to get turned away, but she’d read all sorts of horror stories of women who had laboured all day and found that they were only 2-3 centimetres dilated when they got to the birth centre and were sent back home for longer.   Frankly she didn’t think she could manage another car ride. 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with a gown you can wear... don’t think you’d want to move down to our delivery suite in your current state of undress” Suzi turned and walked out of the room with a grin. 

Kirsty swung her legs by the side of the bed and sat and chatted a little while with Kate and Tom.  As the time passed, another contraction started to grow, so she closed her eyes and focused on rubbing her belly, reaching out for Tom, who grabbed her hand in response, as Kirsty was left grimacing in pain. Kate looked on concerned, not only for the simple fact that her good friend was in pain, but seeing how much the pain was having a visible effect on Kirsty, she was worried that she would have it all to come. 

Kirsty came out of the contraction looking up at her friend who was rubbing her belly sheepishly.  “Hope I'm not scaring you...” she managed with a smile.   Kate lied, saying no, putting on a brave face so as not to let her friend worry when she needed to concentrate on herself.   “Babies are just having a wrestle in here I think, don’t know what it is, but they’re crazy active right now... I don’t know, perhaps I'm just noticing it more considering the situation.”  

There was a knock at the door interrupting their heart to heart, as Suzi walked back in the room, closing the door behind her, ripping open a plastic wrapper as she walked towards Kirsty and handed her the gown she had just unpacked.   Holding her free hand and shoulder, Suzi helped Kirsty off the bed as she pulled the clothing over her head. 

“Ready when you are, let's go have a baby!” Kirsty seemed suddenly full of energy, knowing she was moving on with her labour.   Suzi nodded and led the group out of the room, down the corridor and into the delivery suite area of the building – Kirsty stopping midway to hold onto the wall as a contraction worked its way through her.  After making sure she was OK, they continued their way to a door, which was opened in front of the group leading to a low-lit room, the area dominated by the pool in the middle of the room.    Kirsty’s eyes lit up seeing the inviting water. 

Kirsty took off the gown again, waiting a little while as Suzi strapped a monitor to her belly to monitor the contractions, and she was finally released to go into the water.    As she took Tom’s offered hand, her legs entered the water one after another with an audible splash.   Standing in the tub she rocked side to side as another contraction built up, her hands grasping both of Tom’s and squeezing tight.   Kirsty’s eyes were closed as she worked through it, until finally it passed and she sighed as she lowered herself down into the water, blissful relief evident on her face. 

Kirsty sat in the water with her legs butterflied out, soles together as she took in a deep breath, her hands working an ache in the underside of her belly.  The next contraction built up and it was clear that this felt different to Kirsty by the noises she was making – giving a low, humming noise rather than the grunts and groans she had been doing before.   She smiled as the contraction ebbed away, stating that she was so glad to be back in the water, it felt like the pains were so much less intense with the water to help. 

After the hectic run up to this point, suddenly everything was calm.   Over the course of the next hour, Kirsty worked her contractions in the tub, taking time out between the surges to find time to have a joke and conversation with Tom and Kate, the water doing what is should to mask the pain of the contractions.   Suzi popped in back and forth over the time and kept her notes, bringing in some gas and air for Kirsty as things picked up close to the end of the hour.   Kirsty took plenty of opportunity to breathe deeply on the mouthpiece, groaning with the contractions as they picked up intensity as the labour progressed. 

Things got more emotional as Kirsty entered transition though.   The pain had ramped up considerably, to the point where the water and gas and air wasn’t helping, Kirsty was starting to mumble to herself, focusing inward as she could do nothing but yell out as each contraction got to her, ramped up, and then seemed to only let go for a moment before its next friend gripped her. 

Tom was starting to fret, feeling helpless in the situation, whilst Kate was simply looking on aghast, finding her friend not coping well with the pain, and being concerned that she would need to go through this soon herself. 

Kirsty got Tom to get in the pool and hold her as she went through the contractions – she was starting to feel the ill effects of the late-stage labour, feeling all shaky and nauseous – but Tom’s presence, holding her, whispering to her that she was doing great, keeping her focused helped her to progress.  Thankfully for the transition phase, it didn’t last long, and after around 30 minutes, where Kirsty was getting well and truly fed up with the pain she suddenly felt the urge to push. 

Suzi leaned over the edge of the pool and managed to reach between Kirsty’s legs to check her dilation – sure enough, she was at 10cm and was good to go.   Both Tom and Kate let out sighs of relief knowing that the difficult transition period was finally over, and hoping that Kirsty getting to push would help her deal with the pain better – when she was back in control. 

The first push felt like heaven to Kirsty.   She could finally do something.   Tom sloshed around the pool to kneel down next to her shoulder and give her support, whilst Kirsty screamed like a banshee as she pushed, putting all the frustration she had just been through into a monumental effort to get things moving.   Kate moved around the pool to get a look, morbid curiosity ruling her thoughts at the moment.   She was very disappointed that Kirsty’s long, 10 second push showed absolutely no external effects whatsoever. 

Another push, then another and finally a fourth and suddenly Kate jumped.   “I’ve just seen it.”   Tom leaned over to glance between Kirstys legs and sure enough, as she pushed with a loud roar, her lips parted, and something could be seen in the gap it created.   As she let off the push the shape slipped away, but both Kate and Tom were buoyed by the result, the energy of which motivated Kirsty to keep on going. 

Over the course of the next 10 minutes, Kirsty put a monumental effort into pushing out her baby, and felt success as she reached down and felt the shape growing and growing with each set of effort she put in. But something was wrong. She didn’t know if it was mothers intuition, or something she felt when she was expecting to feel the head of the baby, but she called Suzi over – who had been pleased with the progress so far and started to prepare her notes whilst Tom and Kate were keeping Kirsty motivated. 

Suzi popped over and took a quick glimpse between Kirstys legs, just to get a shock. She didn’t let on too much, but urged Kirsty to push when she felt the next contraction, waiting with baited breath for it to happen. It didn’t take long until Kirsty was once more pulling on her legs in the tub and pushing out the mass between her legs. Suzi’s fears were confirmed when she realised that the thing which was coming out was not the babys head, but its behind. 

“Kirsty... your baby is breech” Suzi infomed Kirsty, trying to keep a calm tone in her voice. Tom reacted first. 

“Does this change anything? Does she need a section or something for that?” 

Kirsty soon reacted to the change in atmosphere in the room, gasping hard, releasing her push mid contraction and wailing out loud as her body reactively forced her to keep on pushing.  

Suzi did her best to keep all in the room calm and on the immediate need to focus on Kirsty’s labour. “Nothing needs to change. You can still push out this baby naturally.... it’s just coming out butt first... Kate or Tom – when it’s time, I’ll need you to support the baby, as we will need to get mum out of the tub and more vertical.”  

Kirsty interrupted “I need Tom... this hurts so bad.” 

Kate nodded “Guess that answers that question then... best get my catcher’s mitt.” 

Suzi nodded. “Right... well, here’s our game plan. When the body is born, I’ll ask Kirsty to stand and use gravity to help give birth to the head. Kate, you support the baby as it comes out, and Kirsty – because the cord will potentially be caught between the emerging head and the body which is already outside, we need to focus on speed to deliver the head so the cord isn’t restricted for too long. I’m afraid you will need to push your hardest to get this head out of you as quick as you can. Do you think you can do it?” 

Kirsty nodded, not able to answer verbally as she immediately folded over to start her pushing on the next contraction. Not sure if it was Suzi’s dire warning or not, but she seemed to push with a lot more might than before, holding Tom’s hand and squeezing as hard as she could to get through the contraction. Suzi and Kate looked on at the baby emerging from between Kirsty’s legs. 

It was clear after this contraction that the thing which was coming out was the baby’s behind, as now the hips – legs folded up into the babys body – were clearly visible. What Kate found unusual was sheer size of the infants body which was stretching her friend open – the stretch was easily as big as any head she had seen on any of the ‘preparing for birth’ video’s she had seen – she looked over at Suzi who wasn’t reacting to the size, just focusing on the area between Kirstys legs to make sure things were going as they should. 

Kate shook her head, presuming she was worrying about nothing, and went back to rubbing a cloth on her friends head and giving her encouragement.  

Suzi jumped in now. “Hands and knees please. We need to be ready to help you stand up when the time comes.” 

Kirsty accepted support from the three others in the room as she wriggled in the pool to get onto her knees – her movements limited by the sheer size of the infant between her legs. The next push as she was vertical had the legs fully born, which flopped down. Kirsty gave a yell – unsure if it was simply pain, or a sense of triumphant success as she felt the movement – her hands were now spread out either side of her, one held by Tom, one by Kate. 

The next push had the body fully born, Kirsty surprisingly making very little noise at this point, simply focusing on the push. The baby was facing with its back towards the group, so Suzi leaned in and felt for the cord, making sure that it wasn’t caught on the neck, before trying to manage the task of lifting Kirsty up for the task of giving birth to the head. 

She gave an affirmative that everything was going well, and asked Kate to get behind Kirsty and be ready to reach down into the pool to support the baby, Tom to take her under her armpits and be ready to lift. 

Kate took a moment to peek around the front at the baby when her hand went to her lips. “How did you fit all that in there?” she gasped out – noting the sheer size of the baby in comparison to her friends dainty bump.  

Suzi scolded her. “Please, we need to be quick.” 

Kirsty gasped out loud “I need to push, quickly.” 

Sheepishly, Kate realised that she had made an error and got into her assigned space. She was forced to lift her own bump up so she could lean over the edge of the pool, her bump hefted over the top, Kate as a result ending up on her tiptoes, her large bump splashing into the water as she reached towards the area between Kirsty’s legs. “Got it.” she confirmed. 

Tom heaved up whilst Suzi supported the baby from the front, waiting for Kate. As she felt her hands grasp the infant from behind, she let go and moved her hands up to Kirsty’s vagina. Kirsty was now upright on her own feet, water draining off her. She didn’t have a moment to lose as she squatted down, opening up her legs and pushed.  

Her howl was deafening to Tom who had his head close to his wife’s, grasping onto her with all his strength. Suzi pushed hard on Kirstys lips, separating them and giving what help she could to ensure that the cord didn’t get trapped by the emerging head. 

Kate stood aghast at the amount of effort and pain that her friend was in as she pushed again and again, her inhibitions gone, the power of gravity pulling the weighty body down along with her primal need to push. Kirsty didn’t stop pushing until the head was out – and it took 3 long minutes. Even when the contraction had stopped, she yelled out loud and grunted with effort. 

Kirsty leaned her weight forward as she pushed, relying more and more on Tom for support. The position change tipped her vagina away from Suzi’s hands, and the midwife dashed around to behind Kirsty to stand alongside Kate, who at this point had gotten a full on view of her friends stretching vagina as the head emerged. 

As the head reached its widest point, stretched to a point where Kate didn’t think would be physically possible for the human body to achieve, Kirsty let out a scream of pain which turned Kate’s blood to ice. In front of her eyes, her friend was tearing, and Kate couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

Her hands were covered in blood and all Kate could do was sit open mouthed at the vision in front of her. Kirsty had not ceased in her pushing efforts, oblivious to the damage that she had done to herself. She couldn’t think, just react to the unstoppable force of the instinct that the boulder between her legs needed to be outside of her body. 

Suzi looked over to Kate, seeing the friend’s frightened look she whispered to her “Don’t worry, we’ll sort that out before she even realises, she’ll be so high on happy hormones.” 

And with that, the baby dropped into Kate’s hands. Without the weight of it held by Kirsty, Kate wasn’t expecting the bulk and had to adjust from her already precarious position on her tiptoes to hold onto the slippery bundle but she held on by some instinctual force she didn’t even realise she had. 

Kirsty was panting as she realised the head had finally come out, shell shocked into mutely staring forward. Kate spoke first. “Take the baby babe!” 

Kirsty suddenly realised what had happened. “Is it over? Is the head out?” She let go of Tom and shuffled back, reaching between her legs to take the waxy, blood covered bundle from between her legs as Kate shoved it forward, almost overbalancing in the process. 

Kirsty sank into the water, suddenly realising the pool was blood-red. She looked up at Suzi. “Everything OK?” she enquired. 

“Just a small tear. We’ll let you rest a few minutes, deal with the afterbirth and see about getting those dealt with when it’s time. For now, bond with your baby.” 

Tom looked up at Kate who held her fingers up behind Kirsty’s back in a ‘pinch’ motion – with her fingers being around an inch apart. She mouthed to Tom “I saw her tear. I saw it all.” Not wanting to say anything out loud in case it startled Kirsty. 

Over the course of the next hour or two, as Kirsty was cleaned up and the baby – a girl which they decided to call Laura to keep up with the naming tradition – was given a clean bill of health, all that was going through Kate’s mind was that her friend, with the tiny bump, gave birth to a 13 pound baby, and struggled as a result. She had a bigger bump than her friend did for several months prior, and she still had time to grow.  

She was worried – whatever her friend had to deal with, she had to do it twice. And one thing was certain, time was certainly not going to stand still for her whilst she prepared herself for it. 

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Sophia and John – that one time in bed.

(Written from the point of view of John from ‘John and Sophia’ )

9 months ago we made love. 9 months ago I filled your womb.

Now 9 months later, and 3 days past your due date, you’re doing your best to get some sleep before the inevitable sleepless nights and multiple times a night feeding schedule takes over our lives.

However, we are both incredibly horny.

You return from a bathroom break and snuggle back up in bed, pressing against me, my big spoon to your little (though I’m sure you wouldn’t agree) spoon.

Your ass inches back and presses into my crotch. The reaction between my legs was obvious.

My hands snake down to between your legs, but I’m blocked, your big belly pressing against your thighs forming a barrier from my fingers.

I move to a different offensive, my hand tracing slow and light lines up and down your back.

Your groan is heavenly. I know I’ve found the right spot.

I play for what feels like an eternity on your back, your ass pressing and jiggling against me, my own erection getting more and more obvious.

My fingers knead the base of your skull at the top of your neck then I bury my hands in your hair and pull. The gasp is heaven to my ears.

Your top half turns towards me whilst your big belly sits anchored to the bed. The view of your breasts, clad in your lingerie was breathtaking.

My hand forms a claw and I brush my fingers through your hair, finally reaching your forehead where I once more push my palm flat and cover your eyes and the bridge of your nose, obscuring your vision.

You’re panting heavily now, so turned on.

My lips meet your forehead and kiss… then moving my hand away, my lips travel down, kissing your nose then finally settling on your lips.

We spend a moment in that embrace, our tongues meeting and playing together, but soon you need to turn away again, the stretch on your back from being rotated toward me difficult in your pregnant state.

My hand moves around to your bump and I feel the baby inside, wriggling and almost ready to meet us.

You grab my hand and pull it towards your breast. I’m happy to oblige, starting above the lacy fabric of your bedclothes, very light touches causing you to gasp and writhe… before sliding my hand under and cupping my full hand around the expanse of one.

I rub all the way down from your chest to the full roundness of the end, squeezing a nipple and hearing you gasp. My finger comes away wet, milk leaking from you as a result of my playing.

“I want you in me” you moan, your voice barely more than a whisper.

I hadn’t had enough yet. My lips kissed the back of your ear, my teeth moving to grab your lobe where I sucked and nibbled. My own voice husky “say that again, I didn’t hear you”

You were a lot more pronounced “you in me, now!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I hefted myself off the bed and yanked down my pyjama trousers. Your eye caught sight of my erection standing long and proud. You made an air kiss at me.

Taking one of your knees, I separated your legs and pushed the fabric of your panties to one side. I pushed your babydoll night dress up and exposed your belly. You were still lying sideways, no real comfortable way to lie on your back anymore but I made do.

I took your right leg and lifted it up, placing it on my left shoulder as I got in close to you. My own knees straddling your left leg as my cock found it’s wet, waiting target.

Your moan as I slid in deeper and deeper sent me into a wild frenzy, there wasn’t anything slow and sensual about this, my hips started bucking back and forth like an animal.

I watched the vibrations course through your body, breasts and belly jiggling as I thrust back and forth. Your hand reached out and grabbed for mine – I obliged and held on as your groans got more intense the closer and closer you came to your orgasm, your hand gripping mine tighter and tighter.

I felt your shiver and convulsions a mere second or two before my release, jets of cum spurting out of me and flooding your insides, dribbling out and forming a pool under you.

Later that day, contractions started in full force, but that is a story for another day.

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Anyone out there who has given birth before that had to change locations mid labour (transfer to hospital or birthing centre from your home for instance) can you please message me with info about what was going through your mind, how you were feeling about comfort etc during the transfer. Not necessarily ‘I need to get to hospital as somethings gone wrong’ but more ‘my labour has progressed to the point where I need to go to the place where I will give birth’ type of situation. Trying to write a story and transferring somewhere is a part of it.

Not wanting to be too gross but I mean I know the ‘desperate to pee’ squirm in a car but no idea if it translates to mid labour situations.

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Jane's Birth - Part 2

Jane’s pushing contractions this time were different - coming less frequently but lasting longer. She needed to get up and move, so Jo and I helped her sit up straight.

Her supposedly half-deflated belly rested on her lap, though our surprise baby was still making it big and round. She grabbed the sides of her belly and felt around “I cannot believe there is another baby in there,”

“I’ve seen it happen before - it’s wild!” Jo said “let’s stand and get some vitals on you.”

She checks Jane’s blood pressure and temperature while Claire finds the baby’s heartbeat with her handheld Doppler. The familiar swish-swish sound of the heartbeat filled the room, and Jane notices that I suddenly relax, not sure what made me tense up so much.

Jane is stood leaning against me, gently rocking her hips side to side in an effort to get this baby down lower in her pelvis so she could push again. The next contraction came without warning and she just leans into my shoulder, moaning and rubbing her belly.

“Do you feel pushy?” Jo asked. Jane shakes her head no. Though she does say she feels a little cold. Jane works her way through this contraction as I get Jo to support her, and head off to find her comfy robe and put it around her shoulders.

“I want my baby,” she says. Claire hands over our groggy son, who is held against her exposed skin, head supported in her hand, the other hand pulling out her nipple so he could nurse. The baby instinctively faces towards where he needs to and latches on, an “ahh” sound coming from Jane when it happens.

Jane looks exhausted. Her hair is all over the place, she has streaks of blood and vernix down her legs from birthing the previous baby, and she says something about questioning if she has the strength to deliver again. I hug her close, sandwiching the baby between us which proceeds to wriggle at the unexpected confines around its body.

Jane has never really stopped moving, her hips are swaying as we cuddle. My hand reaches down to her hip and go with her flow.

She sighs to the room in general “I’m exhausted, but I don’t want this to end… I’ve felt so womanly… powerful” – she suddenly winces as the contraction picks up. Weakly she adds “but I’ll not miss those”

Claire chuckles “yeah I can’t wait… I see this happening nearly every single day of the week… I’ve seen new mums, experienced mums, shouters, screamers, moaners, silent mums, you name it… but it always makes me wonder how me and Chris will handle ourselves when it all kicks off”

Jane smiles “you’ll do fine… I’m sure your mum will keep you right.” She puffs out her cheeks at the passing of the contraction. “The breastfeeding is helping babe… things are picking up again.” She opens her stance a bit more, shuffling your feet apart.

My hand explores her body, running from her hips up to her belly, squeezing her own hand in the route. I rest momentarily on her hip again then run my hand around to her ass where I squeeze “be strong for me Janey… you’ve done so much now we’re nearly at the end”

Suddenly she gasps and lowers herself into a squat as the contraction builds “I can feel it moving down” – I follow her movements and support her. Our surprise twin puts pressure on her hips and cervix. Claire reacts, taking the baby as Jane hands it over, Jane said she needed to stand and move around with this contraction.

Jane takes in some deep breaths and just loses herself in the contraction. She’s moved over to the bed and holding on to the bedpost, bent over in a half squat breathing through the contraction. She’s humming low, rocking her hips gently.

“Mmmmmmmm …mmmmm come on baby,” she mumbles. Jo sneaks in to listen to the baby’s heartbeat. She nods with satisfaction and steps away, to allow Jane to continue with her own pace. Jane’s belly is sitting low, bulging forward. She yells something about pressure and with a loud pop, her water breaks and Baby B is pressing against her cervix.

“I have to puuuuuush,” Jane says moaning and grunting. She falls deeper into a squat instinctually and pushes but the baby doesn’t move. She wails out saying so, and complains that she thought this would be easier the second time around. Jo offers her some encouragement and explains that each birth is different, no matter how you think things should happen, nature has a way to make it unusual. She was best off just going with the flow and surrendering her body to what it wants to do, and it would be over sooner than she realised.

Claire shushes the baby, he's fussing around at all the activity which is going on in the room, but she’s obviously well practiced at doing this and soon the baby is sleeping, placed down to rest on the bed in Jane’s eyeline.

I move in behind Jane and start to rub her back as she moans through a contraction, my hands proving some positive stimulation to the point where her moan becomes much less pronounced. Jo moves to kneel down at the foot of the bed watching between Jane’s legs, seeing no sign of the head.

With Jo focusing on the new baby and Claire fussing after the previous baby, my hand cups Jane’s ass and squeezes hard as I lean in and kiss the back of her sweaty head. “Keep it up, you’re doing so well babe”

Jane’s hand flails backwards looking for something to grab. I offer her my hand and she grabs it, squeezing hard. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut and she’s vocalising loudly. Finally the contraction lets up and she opens her eyes as she looks over at Claire, looking apologetic. “Sorry I know this doesn’t exactly help seeing me struggle when you’re so close to doing this yourself…”

“It’s ok,” Claire said, though I did note a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Jane, sometimes the cervix will close a little between birthing twins. If you’d like I can check you so you aren’t pushing against an incomplete cervix and swelling it up.” Jo said. Jane nods her agreement, and Jo moves around to get into position. Resting one hand on Jane’s knee she slides her fingers inside of her and up to the cervix.

Jane winces in discomfort as Jo feels around where she had just birthed a 10 pound baby and evidently was about to birth another. “Yeah you’re a stretchy 8-9 I’m afraid dear,” she said looking at Jane sympathetically.

“Are you serious?” Jane cried out.

“The good news is that this doesn’t usually last more than a handful of contractions.” Jo offered, encouragingly.

Claire cast an eye over to the baby, making sure he was still asleep with the noise going on in the room, but it seemed he was out like a light.

I try giving soft, reassuring kisses on Jane’s neck but I’ll admit I can feel her frustration building. “Janie, let’s take a pause and refocus and get this baby out, ok? Then we can all settle in for a long rest,” you murmur into her ear. “Let’s get in the tub.”

Claire and Jo take the hint, grabbing the baby who thankfully doesn’t stir, and leave the room to let us have some alone time. I help Jane up, throwing the robe onto the ground and leading her back into the en suite, her half empty belly hanging low as we step into the tub, the water still thankfully warm from before.

Jane Immediately gets close to me and grabs my face to pull it close, kissing me so deeply and passionately that it takes me by surprise. My response was surprisingly quick, the bulge held within my shorts pressing hard against her inner thigh, my cock pulsing as I moan with surprise pleasure.

“Janey…” I say breathlessly. “Shhhh. I need to cum.” She was straight to the point. Penetration was out of the question as her waters had broken, but the rest is all on the table.

My hands move down to hold and rub her gravid belly. “I can’t believe there’s another one in there,” I say with a hint of amusement in my voice.

“Neither can I. I can’t wait to have so many more of your babies,” she says back, her breath ragged. “I need big contractions and a big orgasm to push this one out,” she adds. Her hands move from my face to her swollen tits, where she begins to rub and pull at her nipples.

My right hand goes from her belly to her clit where I begin to rub and pinch. Jane helps by swaying her hips against my hand. Shes definitely working on getting to an intense orgasm.

“Mmmm keep going baby,” she says. Her belly begins to harden and pull up as she feels a contraction building. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you having a contraction?” I ask.

“Yes. Do not stop rubbing my clit,” she barks out a command. She leans over a little still twisting her nipples and breathes with this contraction. She moans as it builds.

“That’s it breathe baby, breathe through it.” I offer encouragement.

“Haaa haaa haaa haaa” She breathes rhythmically as the contraction grips her belly.

“Atta girl, keep going.”

“Ahhhh ahhhh come on baby ahhhhhh ahhh ahhha,” she pants again.

“Cum for me honey,” I say as I feel my cock getting even harder.

“When this passes I need it in my ass. Cum in my ass” Jane sounds almost like shes begging.

“Anything you wish baby” I say back.

Jane takes the last cleansing breath of the contraction and between us, she gets out of the bath and gets on all fours. Her legs were spread, her belly hanging low, her ass was high as she could manage. I whip off my shorts and rub my precum coated cock all over the area, starting to slowly enter her ass. She is so tight I end up letting out a loud grunt myself as I slowly slip into the waiting tunnel.

“Fuck me. Janey you are so tight.” She was hoping that the counter pressure would help open her cervix – or at least induce an orgasm powerful enough that her body would do what came naturally last time.

“I need your cum,” she begged as she pushed her ass back onto me. We started to slip back and forth, slow and deliberate movements, each fraction of an inch felt by both parties.

“You want my cum? I’m gonna give you my cum but I need you to push out my baby like a good little knocked up girl ok?” I give a command of my own. My right hand spanks Jane’s ass, knowing shes enjoyed that plenty of times in the past.

“That’s it baby, harder. I need you to have a contraction,” I say. “Rub those nipples hard Janey. I need you to push my baby out.”

She rests her weight on one hand and uses the other to pull a nipple hard to bring on another contraction.

“Is that a contraction building? Don’t push yet. I want to cum in you during your contraction,” I groan out, my own climax drawing nearer and nearer.

“Mmm hmmmm” Jane mumbles, lost in the moment.

“Again? What’s that?”

“Yes,” she manages, her eyes closed, her mouth released momentarily from biting her bottom lip.

“Good girl,”

I lean over to hold her belly to feel for a contraction. Its evident when its got her in its throes. “Be ready” is all I can say, my own voice somewhere between a pant and a growl at this stage.

“Ok!” She manages as she holds her breath to try and deal with the contraction.

“I’m gonna cum” I declare, gripping her belly tighter and pushing my cock in deeper “no pushing Jane. No pushing.”

“Come on and CUM,” she wails, unable to process anything other than the strong contraction gripping her midsection.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuckkkkk” I almost chant at this stage.

“Ugh YES,” Jane exclaims, feeling the thick ropes of cum launched deep into her, my cock twitching as it spurts.

“No pushing babe. No pushing you are doing so good.” I say as my cock finishes spilling out its load.

“I’m gonna have to puuuuush” she wails. “The head won’t wait any more, it needs to come out!”

I spring up from the floor and pull on my shorts calling in the ladies. Jane is a panting mess - Jo and Claire come in and see her in that state.

“Oh love you are ready to deliver” Jo said. “Let’s get you up and to somewhere more comfortable.”

Between us, we get Jane up and dried off. “Ok Janey, we’re gonna have you try a new position so we can get this baby out in a few pushes.” Jo says. All Jane can do is nod as she’s lead back into the bedroom to see a new piece of equipment the ladies have brought in – a chair.

“Claire is going to sit here and you’ll sit facing Claire with your feet on the floor to get you in a deep, supported squat.”

Claire grabs a towel and drapes it over the front of her clothing, moving into position on the seat. for Jane to lean against. She squats down between Claire’s legs, her arms on Claire’s thighs and her head resting on Claire’s own bump.

“We are going to be behind you to catch,” Jo says.

“You ok?” Claire asks.

“I am“ Jane says, still bouncing a little on her haunches. Claire grabs her hands and holds on to them.

“Ok good let’s deliver this baby,” Claire says.

“I just am waiting for a contraction,” I say. Jo reaches in from behind Jane and wraps her hands around her inside of Claire’s knees, grabbing both nipples. The unexpected stimulation has the desired effect as Jane lets out a yell as a contraction rapidly starts. Jo moves away to let me in.

“Ok let’s push Janey.” Jane registers my voice from behind her. She feels my hands cupping her pussy and instantly I feel her crotch begin to move as she does so.

Claire is encouraging and supportive, telling Jane to keep bearing down.

Jo slides a mirror down underneath Jane so she can see the view of my hands and her pussy as she works, staring down at the floor.

“Rub my clit,” Jane says, not caring now if the two other women hear it.

My hand slides across her wet pussy and my expert fingers press hard against her engorged clit.

“Fuuuuccckkkkk,” She moans loudly.

“Keep going, use that contraction Jane” Jo encourages.

Jane gasps, clear that the contraction has run its course. My fingers felt the outline of the babys head from between Jane’s legs as she pushed, but it retreated once she let up.

Jo and Claire both offer encouragement and tell her to push when her body tells her to. “When it comes, deep breath in and give me a good push.”

From behind Jane, I announce “I want you to let go and cum. I need you to cum on my hand and then push, ok?”

Jane nods, squeezing her hands tightly to Claire’s. “Fuck babe I’m so close,”

As the next pain began to grip Jane’s belly, she squats deeper, pressing her body harder into my hands. I feel her lips part again and the slick bulge of the head gathers in my outstretched hands.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I chant encouragement as I feel the head move further out.

“It’s stretching me so wide” Jane’s voice bellows out from between Claire’s legs.

“Let’s deliver this baby now Jane. PUSH!” Jo exclaims.

Jane takes in a deep breath and blows it out as her entire body shakes with the effort.

Jane takes in another breath to push. “Cum Jane,” I growl into her ear.

“Oh fuck!” she screams. Her nipples are now dribbling milk, her clit hardens under my hand and she feels my hot breath against the back of her neck. “Good girl. Good girl. Keep cumming.” I say.

Jane pushed like a woman possessed, shouting “COME!” really loud with each push.

“That’s it Jane you’re crowning,” Claire says, looking down at the mirror.

“Come on babe. Push. Big push.” I offer, doing my best to keep her motivated.

Jane bears down as her pussy is stretched to its limit. Suddenly she screams “COME! COME!” and the head is out, born into my waiting hands.

Two more pants and she pushes down again with the same contraction. “Good girl. Push.” I say “one more push! Push, baby push,” I exclaim excitedly.

Jane lets out a huge grunt and suddenly the surprise twin drops into my waiting hands with its accompanying splash of fluid. I pass the baby under Jane between her legs leaving it on the floor as he heaving breaths process the last few minutes. She looks down as she’s lowered to the floor.

“It’s a girl. You gave me a girl,” she says, almost giddy with joy, leaning back into me and turning her head to kiss me.

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I walked around the corner to see my 2 friends, Jess and Suzie sitting on the edge of the sandpit watching their kids throw sand around and generally have a bit of a fun time.

They see me and wave me over “Hey Georgie, hows life treating you this fine day?” enquires Jess, bubbly as ever.

My hand instinctively reaches for my protruding midsection.  “Hot… big… grumpy”

The three of us burst into giggles.

“Now, now babe, you’re glowing” grinned Suzie, beckoning me over to have a feel of the bump.

“That’s what you call dripping with sweat is it?” I groan.

I’ll admit, her hands massaging the belly feels good, and yeah, I’ll admit, I will miss the bump when its gone.

“Ooh there’s a kick” smiled Suzie.

“Yeah I think he doesn’t like the heat as much as me… but keep on doing that all you want!”

“So how long do you have left?” asked Jess

I held up a hand and started counting on my fingers and giggling… “technically… This week.”

“Whoa, no way.”

“Yeah that’s 40 weeks according to the docs”

“Got everything set up?” queried Suzie.

“Birthing pool got delivered yesterday, him indoors is blowing it up today, got to clear a bit of space and get the midwife’s number on speed dial” I replied.

“No silly, I mean the nursery… birth on your mind huh?”

“Oooh sorry… yeah that was finished last week, here, look at the photos” I handed my phone over to Suzie, as she swiped left and right on my phone giving appreciative nods as she flicked through.

“Looks gorgeous babe” she added, handing back the phone.   I passed it on to Jess who did the same.

“And yeah… you could say I’m a bit nervous… I mean I’ve never been good with pain… and this little one keeps on giving me fun little digs… sometimes I wonder if he has 8 limbs and hasn’t shown them all on the scans yet.”

That set the 3 of us off giggling again.

Yep, if everything goes according to plan, next week will be eventful.

“Just you watch, you’ll be a natural, and I bet you’re the first of us to say you’re expecting the second one” commented Jess.

Fingers crossed that I will, part of me always wanted a big family.

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I stir awake to the clattering sound of a pot hitting the kitchen sink, startled suddenly I sit up and look at the time. It’s just past 2am, and I realise the bed is empty next to me.

Pushing the sheets back I make my way downstairs, realising there’s music playing softly in the kitchen.

I see her there, my wife, preparing some sort of food. She’s stood with her back to me, her once oversized nightshirt – one of my tee shirts – now pulled taught over her front with her baby filled belly stretching it out. Her ass is showing along with her shapely legs, she’s wearing nothing underneath.

I kiss the back of her neck and she apologises for waking me. But the baby was hungry.

I survey the kitchen – so many pots, dishes and bits of cutlery lay used.

“I made a grilled cheese” she beams, taking a bite of the sandwich

“How did you use so many dishes for that?” I ask, smiling at her.

“Well that one over there was for the pickles, and that one over there was for the chocolate… and that one over there is for the sour cream”

“On a grilled cheese?” I’m taken aback by the combination.

“Cravings” she smiles.

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if you have a ‘normie’ blog but want to chat about pregnancy and birth possibly in secret away from your normal feed, feel free to get in touch - the amount of people I see liking my stories when their blogs don’t show anything of preg/birth in them is astonishing.

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“That’s it baby girl, push hard for me, I can see more and more of the head”

There are gasping noises as she pushes, finally after a long hard contraction she’s shaking her head, panting.

“I’m doing my best daddy, but it’s just so big”

“You’re my strong, capable girl and you’re doing so well, you’re making me proud that you’re doing this for me”

She screams and pushes again, the next contraction upon her.

“That’s it, birth our baby out. You can do it, for me, for you, for our baby.”

She can only nod as she’s panting again, then back to pushing holding her legs open wide.

I run my finger around her parted lips tracing the circumference of the head

“Here is all the work you have done”

Following that I trace around the bulge of the head pressing against her from the inside

“And here is what you need to do. You’re almost there, be strong for me for another little while”

She nods and pushes again, her eyes scrunched up, the feel of my touch enough to know I’m there.

After a monumental effort she’s pushed so well the head is almost crowning, but you can tell she’s hit a new wall.

“Daddy, it burns, it hurts so much. I can’t do it, it hurts”

“Yes you can, you’re nearly there. You know this is the ring of fire, just breathe through it and the head will be out”

She focuses, closing her eyes and pants. Suddenly the head shoots forward and she lets out a scream.

“Well done, the head is out, the hardest part is over”

She bites her lower lip, nodding as she feels the baby rotate.

“Be ready to catch daddy”

“I’m ready baby girl”

The next contraction comes, the baby’s shoulders and body sliding out with a gush of fluids.

I pass the baby up to my girl, she receives it with tears in her eyes.

“We have a son daddy. Someone else gets to call you daddy now”

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Currently on a cruise ship holiday. That in itself is great. What isn’t great is the typical rule about not carrying pregnant passengers past their 28th week… means most pregnant ladies won’t travel on them and certainly no big bumps on display.

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The Streamer plays a game

Abigail Jones, or to use her more recognisable gaming handle, MizKilla, was at the closing stages of another successful stream, seeing viewership numbers increase, getting a steady flow of regular commenters, and checking off quite a decent set of tips, all things considered. She knew she had to do something though – she had a secret she hadn’t told anyone on the stream and knew if she didn’t do it soon, it would be too late.

She gulped a big breath, something not lost on her viewers and started.

“Before I go… I guess I’d better tell you all something. I will be taking some time off.”

She knew that keeping her viewership engaged was critical to keeping the numbers up and the income flowing in – she’d spent 2 years now growing her channel and was at the point where she felt she could use it as a decent form of income.

She looked to the side – seeing reams of text scrolling past:

“You deserve a holiday, go for it”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Don’t leave us…”

“Everyone needs some time off, you go girl!”

She shook her head. “Guys, Guys… I’ve got some news. Something I’ve been hiding for… oooh… 9 months.”

With that the chat stream erupted:

“I knew it… no way was she just wearing push up bras, them’s pregnancy boobs!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Baby”

“Oh no… that’s the end of the channel, she’s never going to come back when she’s looking after a sprog”

“Show us your bump!”

Abi giggled, and for the first time in several months, kept the camera on whilst she pushed back from her computer desk, and the viewers got to see more than her cleavage and head. She stood up to reveal a perfectly round bump, covered in her black sweater. Grabbing the bottom of the piece of clothing, she lifted it up over the mound and exposed her belly for the entire online chat room to see, rubbing her hands over the top of it. She didn’t catch the chat stream as it whizzed past way too quickly to read, but she did see a few tip notifications come through. She grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks guys, you don’t know how much it means to me to be able to share this with you all, and you not going off on one because I waited so long.” With that she blew a kiss to the screen, and waved her hands, then signed off.

She blew out a calming breath, realising her heart was racing as she looked over to her boyfriend, James. He gave her a thumbs up gesture and stood up from the couch he was sitting on and wandered over, his own hands caressing his girlfriends bump and giving her a kiss.

“You did the right thing, as you said, if you just disappeared, you’d have lost so much that you’ve worked hard on… I know you wanted to keep real life and this project separate, but sometimes real life gets in the way.” He kneeled down and kissed the top of Abi’s bump, “and this little munchkin will definitely affect our real life for years to come.”

The next day as Abi was playing her game, trying to keep up to date with the chat messages scrolling past, she noticed an instant message pop up on her console. She didn’t have a chance to open it straight away, but 10 minutes later another popped up. 10 minutes later, yet another.

She didn’t normally get direct messages – she had specifically disabled it except for the highest tier of her fanbase, of which there were only three members. 2 of those were her closest friends (she had gifted those roles to them), who helped her run the channel as joint admins – and if they ever wanted to get in touch they would just ring her mobile phone… and a third was simply a user called “X” – someone who had been known to give some crazy tips in the past.

Abi and James had been debating what to do about “X” for a while now. He/she had been harmless, and a good source of income – but there was always a concern that his large tips may escalate into an expectation. Abi was worried that expectation might come back to bite her soon.

She tried to keep her breathing calm and collected, not letting the steady increase in messages put her off, until she finally finished the stream, and hand shaking, clicked the first of the messages.

“Congratulations on the news, I’m so happy for you” it simply read. Abi breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the second “I’ll get right to the point – I adore looking at the pregnant body, it’s a bit of a fetish of mine. I hope its possible that you could indulge me in it before you start your maternity leave.”

“Here we go…” thought Abi… she clicked on the third one.

“I hope you’ve had time to consider my request. I hope we can have things mutually beneficial of course, I would want to see you well compensated. I hope this small gift helps your decision making.” With it was a money transfer notification of £1000. That was a ‘small’ gift?

Abi’s hands were shaking as she typed her reply. She had to replace several words that she spelled incorrectly, her nerves getting the better of her. She shouldn’t be entertaining this. What if the person… was it even a male or female… wanted to steal her baby and sell it for human trafficking. What if she was going to be killed… she shouldn’t be doing this… but eventually she just clicked send.

The reply went as follows: “Hi and thanks for your generous gift. I don’t really feel that I should be considering in-person meetups at this time in my life… I hope you continue to enjoy the streams though until I have to leave – ill be sure to show off as much of the belly as I can between now and when I need to head off for my maternity leave.”

The reply took only moments to come back.

“I don’t want anything in person. Just you showing off on screen for me… your baby daddy fucking you too if he’s around… I’ll make it worth your while of course.” Joining the message was another transfer notification of £1000.

Another message notification came through. “Think about it overnight and get back to me tomorrow.”

Abi and James discussed it at great length through the rest of the evening. They both agreed that should they go through with this, they would use some of the £2000 that had just been given to them to beef up their cyber security – not wanting to risk this “X” getting access to their computer, or worse – their lives. They both realised that the money may be too good to pass up though, so with both of them sitting at the computer, Abi typed a reply.

“OK we’ll do it… but I have a few conditions. 1) definitely online only. 2) You pay us £100k and its up front. After that you pay us £10k within the first 10 minutes of each day that we stream for you. Don’t agree to these 2 points, I’ll have to say no I’m afraid.”

The couple stared at the screen for several minutes expecting a reply, but nothing came. After an hour of browsing YouTube videos and other random stuff on the internet, they both decided that the values had scared “X” off and shut down the computer to go to bed.

The next morning there was a notification on her phone – the app for her streaming programme notified her that she had a message. Logging in, she looked.

“Agreed.” Was all it said, along with a notification of £100,000 transferred to her account.

Abi had goosebumps. She was either doing the most foolhardy thing she could possibly do, or had set her up for months, long enough to get through her maternity leave and still have plenty of savings for later.

Abi and James had already contacted a cyber security expert to make sure their PC didn’t have any unexpected vulnerabilities, and between installing a new firewall, virtual desktop and VPN they decided they were ready to go.

They started the regular stream for that day – starting off with some gaming, then moving on to ‘something that I’ve always wanted to do’ as Abi described it – she wanted to do a ‘pre-pregnancy clothes challenge.’

These were all the rage, pregnant mothers in the final months of pregnancy all squeezing into their former clothes, either having them stretched to the point where buttons will ping off, or just being unable to fasten them at all. Of course, all strictly family friendly – Abi moved into an adjacent room as she got dressed each time and game out showing the photo of her wearing the garment in her pre-pregnancy state, and what it looked like now.

Abi scanned down the user list in the chat and saw her three ultra members at the top of the chat window, including the infamous “X”. The user didn’t join in any of the chats or other discussions as a result of the fashion show, but as Abi wound the stream down she received a direct message, knowing fine well who it had come from. She clicked it open and read the contents: Join me for the after show party.

Abi activated her internet security products and crossed her fingers. She was about to step out into the unknown. Clicking the name of user “X” she sent a private stream request, unconsciously holding her breath as she did so. The call took a few moments to connect, but suddenly she found herself on a call to the mysterious stranger.

“Hi… so we finally meet?” She announced to her webcam. The response came back as text,

“We do indeed my dear. I very much enjoyed your last show but I feel it could have been so much more. Pre pregnancy clothes coming off…”

“The clock is ticking…” reminded Abi prompting the user for payment.

Ping. The evidence of the transaction coming through. “Do you mind if I talk to you directly?”

Abi nodded, dumbstruck that they money was still rolling in, anticipation of the person revealing a little bit about themselves having her on the edge of her seat.

The voice that came through her speaker shocked her. The voice had a deep bass, almost as if James Earl Jones or Morgan Freeman was on the other end of the screen.

“Please my dear… go ahead and tease me”

Abi almost went weak at the knees, the voice was almost hypnotic, very commanding. Music started playing via the speaker coming from the side of Mr X by which Abi stood and took a step back, showing her full body to the camera.

She started to sway to the music, lifting the tight top up she rubbed her hands over her bump and swayed her hips, trying to dance sexily. The voice on the other side of the speaker announced that she was doing a good job, very erotic and she should continue.

Abi lifted her top up, momentarily constraining her breasts as her top lifted up until they both released and flopped down with a slap of skin on skin contact.

“Bravo” came the booming voice on the other side of the screen.

Abi twirled the top around her head once and flung it off to the side, her hands returning to her breasts as she grabbed them and squeezed, drops of colostrum hitting her belly which she rubbed into her skin.

Suddenly James walked in. Abi’s head shot to the side at the new arrival, something not lost to X on the other side of the screen.

“Please my dear, invite them onto the camera, I want to see who you are with”

James’s inquisitive look at seeing his half naked girlfriend hit a sudden realisation when he heard the voice coming through the speakers. He mouthed the words “is that him?” to Abi, who nodded.

James came forward to look at the screen, of course seeing nothing to identify the unknown user at the other end of the internet connection.

“Ahh you are the lucky man indeed with this beauty. I envy you somewhat. I want you to do what I cannot. I want you to worship that heavenly body, make her scream your name in orgasmic bliss. I want her toes to curl and her heart to beat wildly in her chest – make her feel alive!”

“Has the payment came through?” enquired James. Abi nodded and gave an affirmative sound. James smiled. “I hope you have the show of your life” he announced to the screen, dashing forward and grabbing Abi, his lips joining hers in a passionate embrace.

Abi was quick to follow James’s lead, their hands writhing over each others bodies, Abi pulling James’s top up over his head and discarding it in the same general pile where her own top had been thrown, her own back arching in James’s hold as his lips kissed a pattern down past her breasts and onto her belly, stopping at her belly button.

“Wow, this is tight” he announced, as he finally realised she was wearing a pre-pregnancy set of shorts, which were loose, unable to be buttoned up because of the presence of her belly. A quick tug and he had them pulled down to the ground, the only thing between her dripping wet sex and fresh air now a flimsy pair of panties.

James slid a finger under the fabric of Abi’s underwear at the top of her thighs and moved them around, following the route of the fabric until his fingers grazed her feminine slit. Abi practically buckled. She let out a moan.

Something that fell somewhere between showing off on camera, her boyfriend's expert touch, and pregnancy hormones had ignited within her, and she was practically buzzing with need. Need for fingers, need for tongue, need for cock… need for something, down there. She could only gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Do you want this to be removed… it feels awfully… damp” teased James, his own breathy moans coming across. He also was shocked at how much he was enjoying himself playing in front of the camera, the couple had discussed the issue about performing for a stranger, potentially having their nude videos leaked to the internet, but they decided to risk it anyway, the potential financial payoff was just too great. His fingers slinked back up to the top of her panties, and tugged. With that, Abi was naked.

She stalked over to the kitchen area and dragged a chair with her, scraping along the floor as she did so. Putting it in place in front of the computer screen, she pushed James down as she backed on to him, swaying her hips side to side as she wiggled up and down giving him a lapdance. She grinded her ass into his lap, swishing her hips back and forth over the very top of the tent forming in his jeans.

“I think daddy needs some release” moaned Abi as she turned to face James, her hands unzipping his flies and unbuttoning his jeans. As she peeled back the material, his cock sprung up. “Ooh yes, daddy does want to play.”

Abi lowered herself down between James’s legs – the process being quite slow and meticulous due to her size – and placed her lips over his cock, sucking and pulling her head back with an audible pop as the suction released. She grabbed his jeans, and started to pull them, he took the hint and lifted his ass up off the seat for a moment to give her some assistance, and suddenly the jeans were down by his ankles.

Abi continued with her ministrations on his shaft. Slow head bobs, teasing the tip. Long, deep slurps where she pressed her head all the way down to his pubic bone taking him all in. Fast, slow. James was writhing. Finally James gasped that he was going to cum, so Abi stopped. James’s shocked look was evident. Abi looked up to him with a wicked look in her eyes and smiled, announcing “the only way you're going to release is if its in me… or on me… I'm not too bothered.”

James could only groan, his animalistic brain taking over and the need to cum the only thing he could focus on. He used his toes to kick off his shoes, and shrugged his jeans into a pile on the floor, flicking them to the side. He still had his socks on, but he could work with that. He raised up out of the seat, his saliva slick cock jutting out like a mast in front of him.

“You’re going to cum with me.” he growled as he turned Abi to face the computer camera, he got down onto his own hands and knees and thrust his cock into her wet, dripping slit as she howled in delight. “And you” he said, pointing at the screen and staring it dead straight “are going to enjoy this finale.”

He was relentless, thrusting time and time again. Abi being shoved back and forth as his thrusts pummelled her. She looked up at the screen as well, both of the couple staring directly at the camera. Abi gave squeaking grunts as she was thrust into once more, her breasts swaying back and forth as if pendulums to her unrelenting onslaught, her belly swaying only millimeters from the floor. Finally both couldn’t take any more and their release came, both giving primal grunts as their bodies shook. Abi’s head dropped as she laid her hands out crossed in front of her and rested her head on it, her ragged breathing evident in the lift and drop of her body.

“Well done… that was most enjoyable. You have pleased me today.” was the sound which came from the speaker from the mysterious watcher somewhere out on the internet. “Until next time…” and suddenly the feed was cut as Mr X left the stream, the couple left panting and wondering what was to come in the future.

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The Military Spouse’s Predicament

Author's note:

This story is based on an ask I had from @kikilala14

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Claire stretched and sighed, her hand resting on top of her bump.   She could finally see progress in the pile of clothes she was unpacking and folding – the list of tasks after moving house seemed to be never ending.

Looking over to the big pile of unopened boxes she let out a despondent groan.  She knew what she was getting into being a military spouse, but moving half way across the country to a whole new area, her husband deploying the day after they arrived for who knows how long… and her children impatient for a bit of normality after yet another major upheaval in their lives was all wearing on her nerves.

Claire married her squaddie husband, Tom, 5 years back and over the course of those 5 years, each of her children has essentially been born in a different city.    She had an older child, Josie, who she had as a result of a teenage fling before she met Tom, who though she was entering her teenage years herself, had proven to be invaluable in helping Claire manage the younger children she shared with her husband, all boys.

James was her eldest boy, 4 years old and needing to be enrolled in the nursery at the military base where the family lived.

David – or Davey as the family called him – was 2 years old and a typical rambunctious toddler.

Peter, or Petey was the youngest – due to turn 1 year old in around about a months time.

Carried within Claire’s womb was her second daughter, a result of an unfortunate accident when Tom was back home, and now, as Claire was approaching the final weeks of her pregnancy, she was well aware that technically her 2 youngest children would be ‘Irish twins’ both born less than a year apart.   Claire and Tom still hadn’t settled on a name for the new addition, and of course, Claire was fretting that time was getting short.  

Both Tom and Claire were preparing for the birth to happen whilst Tom was deployed, meaning he couldn’t be in attendance.   What Claire wasn’t expecting was the oncoming tightening around her belly as she was folding clothes, a panic setting in as she realised that things were starting – after having 4 children previously she knew the tell-tale signs of real labour vs Braxton hicks practice contractions.

“Shit…” she muttered under her breath, looking around the house.   Her life was still in boxes – she had only moved in a week ago.  She hadn’t registered with the base medical personnel – truth be told she didn’t even know where it was at this point.

“Mammy made a swear” came a sing-song voice from behind her.   She hadn’t realised that James had snuck up behind her.   Claire turned around and told him that his mummy was very naughty and she shouldn’t have said that, that he wasn’t to repeat it. 

“I pwomise” he replied.  “Can I have my Legos?”

Claire hefted herself up off the ground, her hand finding her bump and rubbing.   She knew that things were progressing, and she had to consider that with no one to look after the children, she might have to have them here when she gave birth – perhaps sooner than she had planned.   She picked up her phone and dropped a text to Josie, asking her to come home.   She didn’t want to make her panic or anything, so left the reason why off the message.

Claire found the box with the Lego pieces in them, awkwardly placed at the bottom of a pile of other boxes.  

“James darling – the Legos are all the way down at the bottom of the pile, can you play with something else until we get to them whilst we unpack?” she asked.

“No!” James stamped his feet, and folded his arms, the first signs of a tantrum in the process of forming.  “I haven’t been able to play with them for ages now and I was almost finished building something.”  He referred of course to needing to pack them up and box them away for the move.

Claire sighed, feeling another contraction coming on.  She knew she likely had hours to wait until things really picked up, but there was so much to do to get prepared, she was worried she might not get everything done she needed to.

She reluctantly started lifting off boxes from the top of the pile, stretching to pick them up and place them down somewhat neatly elsewhere.

She picked up a second box, and James reached up to her hands, grabbing the box from her, announcing that he’ll help.

“No! don’t!” she snapped, already too late as James yanked the box from her hands, not realising that it was heavy.   The box dropped down with a crash, cups and dinner plates shattering into pieces, thankfully all contained within the box.

James burst out into fits of crying, the loud bang and shouting shocking him, Claire once more swearing out loud at the accident.   She brought her crying son into her with a hug and shushed him, telling him that it was an accident and it wasn’t his fault – all the while mentally berating him for not waiting for her to finish.

The commotion brought Davey into the room – he had been watching TV in a different room.   He broke into a grin, pointing at Claire.

“Mammy oopsie” he announced.   Claire stood up and realised there was a wetness between her legs and a dark stain on her trousers.   Claire turned red with embarrassment.   In all the stretching and lifting she was unsure if she had simply wet herself, the baby within her and her bladder both having had run ins before… or if it was something more dangerous – if her waters had broken.

Claire laughed it off.  “Yes, mammy was naughty and didn’t go to the toilet when she needed to – you need to make sure you do it like I told you to when you need to go if you want to be good!”

“Yes mammy” the two children recited, but soon James’s attention was brought to the box of Lego which he had originally wanted, which was now accessible.   Davey’s attention was also drawn to the box, but Claire was aware that the small parts might be a choking hazard for him, so she picked him up – the heaving up of the child up onto her hip resting against her bump causing another streak of pain – and brought him into the other room where his larger, Duplo blocks were already unpacked and piled in the corner.   She told Davey that he couldn’t play with the little blocks for now until he was older, so he had to promise that he would sit there whilst she went and got changed.   He nodded and promised.  

Claire scurried off into the bedroom and unpacked another change of clothes.  Changing her underwear, she swapped into a pair of absorbent underwear, unsure at the moment if she was having a slow leak or if it was just an accident.  She chose a loose fitting top – though with her bump being so prominent it still hugged at the outermost point, and a pair of yoga pants which would be tight enough to keep the underwear in place – and most importantly, were black in case of another accident.

She huffed out her breath as another contraction struck her – much more pronounced than any that occurred previously, the weight in her hips much more noticeable all of a sudden.   She took a moment to rub at its side, feeling the baby within wriggling and fussing around, certain that the baby’s previously snug living space closing in around it wasn’t exactly the nicest feeling in the world.

A cry sounded from the cot in the side of the room.  Petey had woken from his nap.   She picked up the baby and realised that he needed changing.   Groaning at the pain of another contraction ramping up – had it only been a few minutes? – she put the changing mat out on the bed, laid the baby on top of it, and started undressing him.   Bundling up his dirty nappy, and swapping it for a new one, she got him wrapped up in a new set of clothes.   The contraction caused Claire to pause momentarily, catching her breath.   She knew that things were progressing much faster than she had hoped and time was running out.

Where the hell was Josie? She looked at her phone – no reply to the message.   She sent another message, telling her to get back now, expressing the urgency.   5 minutes and if there was no reply, she would ring.

She carried the baby into the other room to check on the other 2 children, and thankfully both were playing with their toys.

She tried to set down Petey with his walker – one that played all sorts of music and had lights and spinney things which usually kept him entertained for a bit, but he just turned back towards his mother and raised his hands to be picked up.  He was clearly having none of the toys and wanted cuddles.  Claire held him up high – not wanting to sit down and wanted to be on her feet herself, the aches and pains becoming more noticeable as each contraction did its work in softening and opening her cervix.   Peter’s needs soon becoming apparent as he fumbled at Claire’s top wanting her breast for feeding.

A chill shot through Claire.   She knew that breast stimulation would speed up the labour she was desperately trying to slow down right now, but she had no other pre-pumped milk available for her son, so reluctantly she opened her top, pulled down the straps of her nursing bra and Peter latched on as he had done countless times before.

She found her way to a chair in the kitchen and managed to position Peter in such a way that he could rest on top of the bump and still be cradled whilst he sucked.   Claire gritted her teeth as the effect took hold, her the stimulation of her nipple causing the next contraction to start almost immediately.

She heard a buzz in the other room, and realised in her confusion she had walked out of the bedroom and left her phone on the bed.   Baby brain at its finest.   She hoped it was Josie saying that she was coming back home, and thought to herself she would check as soon as she could stand back up again.

Petey seemed to take ages to feed, the one time that Claire was hoping he would get his fill and be done.   Almost 10 minutes had passed before he had finally stopped suckling, and all through that time, Claire was in constant pain.   She resorted to vocalising, releasing her pain as moans and groans from her voice, though she bit down on a chunk of her sleeve to try and muffle the sound and not startle her other children.

Thankfully Peter finally got his fill and rolled off Claire’s lap, climbing down her leg.   He clambered on his hands and knees over to the walker he was originally offered where he occupied himself pressing buttons and making noise.

Claire shoved herself up off the kitchen seat and got up unsteadily onto her feet, immediately noticing the feeling of fullness between her legs was getting worse.   She waddled back to the bedroom, desperate to see the phone, her walk noticeably bow-legged compared to normal.

The message from her daughter was not what she wanted to see.  “You agreed I could be back by 9.  I’m at the youth club trying to make friends after you and dad dragged me away from my other ones… AGAIN”

She immediately rang on the phone.   Josie picked up after only a few rings.

“What!”

“I need you back home.”

“I’m Busy!”

“Please, just come home.”

“No!”

“Josie, if I have to tell you again, I will ground you for a year, get your ass back home!” Claire was screaming at this point, the pain of her contractions getting to her.

Josie obviously noticed something was wrong, but wasn’t sure what – her rebellious teenage hormones kicking in and she practically screamed down the phone herself “Fine! I’ll come back, but you’re being so unfair!”

She hung up the phone abruptly, Claire hoping that she would be good to her word and would head straight home.

Claire’s labour was progressing much faster than she thought, to the point now where her contractions were very noticeable, and she had to grab hold of the wall or some other convenient place and pant through them at this point.   She had to get somewhere set up where she could actually give birth.

She popped her head back in to check on her other children, and all were either playing or watching TV.   She snuck off to the bedroom and put some old bedclothes on the bed that she knew she could dispose of afterwards.    It was slow going, each contraction bringing on stronger and stronger pains as time went on, and walking around the bed to tuck in the sheets took quite a long time in her state.

She lost track of time until there was a bang, the front door slamming back.   Josie shouted out “I’m home, just like you wanted, you’re such an embarrassment, we’d both agreed I could be out… now I’m a joke amongst the group I had found, I can hardly make friends like this.”   She had sounds of tears in her voice.  Josie charged into her bedroom, once again slamming the door behind her, the sound reverberating through the house.  She turned on her music to a very loud volume and seemed to be going off into a tantrum.

Claire couldn’t focus on that right now, almost with tears in her eyes she collapsed onto the bed, muttering to herself that she needs help.   Heaving herself off the bed, she waddled into the other room, and spread a pile of papers all over the dining table.   Scanning through them, pushing them to the side in a frantic manner, she eventually found what she was looking for – useful phone numbers for the base.

Ringing the number, it seemed like the ringing went on forever before someone answered.   Eventually a lady on the other side of the phone did pick up, and asked;

“Medical, how can I help you?”

“Hi… I’m in labour, I need help.   Can you send someone over?”

“2 seconds ma’am” came the voice on the other side of the phone, accompanied by a set of clicking sounds as the lady checked on her computer.  “Sorry ma’am our records show that no one is currently pregnant on site.   Can you please let me know who you are?”

Claire explained the situation, that she had only been on site for a week, and she hadn’t visited the medical centre so far due to having to cope with unpacking whilst her husband deployed.   She thought she had at least another week or so before she was due to give birth.

The lady was sympathetic but sounded worried in her response.

“I’m sorry ma’am but without prior warning, we cannot get the specialised medical personnel available on site.   I will of course get someone out to you, but they need to come from across another site – it may be up to 2 hours.   Can you get to the medical centre so we can monitor you in the meantime?”

Claire sobbed no, as she gritted her teeth and let out a harrowing moan as a contraction took hold of her.   She heard the lady on the call click on her keyboard to send out the dispatch notice.   Claire finally got hold of herself to say that she had 3 small children, and couldn’t just leave them alone in the house, and wasn’t sure if she could make the journey to the medical centre in her current state without any assistance.

The lady on the other end of the call said that she had notification that the emergency midwifery team was on its way, and that she would get another call from an emergency doctor as soon as he was available.

Claire thanked the lady, realising she had done everything she could and hung up the phone.   As soon as she hung up, she was forced to grab tight hold of a bundle of sheets as the biggest pain yet rippled across her abdomen, and she yelled out loudly.

That caused her 3 young sons to come and enquire about what has happening.   The sound of their mother yelling in pain causing them concern.

“Mammy, are you in pain?”  James was the first to speak.

“Yes, darling.  I’m afraid that I’m going to be in pain for quite a while now.   Don’t worry though, I will get through it.  I’m going to bring you your new baby sister.”

“New Baby!” the three of them chanted, the varying degrees of clarity in their speech.  “Will the delivery man bring her in his big truck?” asked James.

 “No silly…” Claire added, biting back pain to try and keep as calm as possible in front of the children, “When a mammy has a baby, she needs to push it out of her.   Your baby sister is inside by belly, much like you all were before you were born.”

This impromptu sex education speech wasn’t exactly what Claire needed right now, she was counting on Josie to look after the other kids whilst she got herself off to the medical centre – but things had taken a bit of a turn through the day.   Josie had looked after the other 2 along with Tom when she had given birth to Peter earlier in the year, so whilst she was only really learning about the birds and the bees at school, she was well versed in how babies came into existence.

“How do you get the baby out of your big belly?” asked David.  At the ever-inquisitive age.

“It comes out from between my legs” Claire answered honestly, thinking the stalk thing wasn’t worth trying at this point.  

“You poopie out the baby?”

“No…” she winced as another contraction came about.  “Mammies have a special hole that the babies come out of.  You three don’t have one, but Josie does.”

“Is Josie going to have a baby as well?”

“No… she could in the future… but… not… yet…” She huffed and puffed out the last few words, scrunching her eyes shut as the pain overtook her.   The outside noises vanished as her body forced her to focus inwards at the pain, she was completely unaware at what the kids were saying.   She finally recovered enough to function, realising that James had said something but she didn’t reply.

“Sorry darling, what did you say?”

“Can I see the hole?”

“Perhaps later.   It will be very messy when the baby comes out, so I don’t want to scare you all.   Can you please leave mammy to rest for a few minutes please, I have a headache?”

“Awww!” came the murmur from the three as they trudged off back to whatever activities they were doing, Claire sighing in relief – this was short lived though as another contraction came on.   She laboured for another 30 minutes more, the sound of loud music coming from Josie’s room the prevailing sound in the house.   Claire felt unable to move, she began to panic thinking the heavy weight in her hips would prevent her getting up from the bed, but she had to at least get to the room and knock, try to get her attention enough to explain what had happened.

Claire lifted herself up off the bed, and walking one step at a time, grabbing handholds at each opportunity, she practically pulled herself along to get to Josie’s room.  She knocked at the door – no answer.   She pushed the door to find that Josie had locked it from her side.   She banged hard on the door… again, nothing.   Unsure if Josie was either ignoring her, or couldn’t hear her for whatever reason, Claire had to focus on the impending birth without her.

Claire managed between dragging herself and squat-walking to get to the kitchen area, where she sank down into a kitchen seat.   She cursed out loud as she heard the faint sound of her phones ringtone from her bedroom, completely forgetting that she had left it in her panic to reach Josie.  She knew she couldn’t reach it in time, so decided to leave it – hoping it was the doctor, and quietly hoping that if she didn’t answer, it may force him to come to her rather than just speak on the other end of the phone and leave her with her anguish with no assistance.

James appeared by her side, either not aware of Claire’s struggles, or having forgot what she told him previously, his big eyes looking up at her.

“Mammy… we’re hungry, can you make us some food?”

“Yes darling, just give me a few minutes to get my breath back… remember, mammy is in a lot of pain right now”

“No… all 3 of us are hungry…” he stamped his feet and crossed his arms again, much like he had done earlier in the day when he didn’t get his own way with the legos.

“OK… OK… you go and play and mammy will make you something, deal?”

That seemed to appease James who trotted off.

Claire hefted herself up, most of the effort in her arms pushing her up using the table as a support, and she waddled over to the fridge freezer.

She didn’t spend too long choosing, just picking some potato shapes out of the freezer and emptying the bag into the air fryer, setting the temperature and timer to well known values as she had did the meal several times before.   She was aware it wasn’t the most nutritious thing she could offer, but it meant she wasn’t spending time cutting and preparing food, it wasn’t something she felt she could do in her current condition.

As the timer slowly ticked down on the air fryer, she slipped a hand down between her legs, trying to get a sense of what was happening down there.  She got a shock when she felt a liquid, spongy mass between her legs.   It answered her earlier question if her waters had broken… but now it meant that things were reaching the point of no return much quicker than she had thought.  Her peaking pains earlier had been her going through transition, and she was now presumably ready to push.

As if her brain and body had caught up with what her hands had just felt, all of a sudden, she felt the need to push.  She breathed through it and tried her hardest to not act on the sensation, but she knew it was a losing battle.   She still estimated that she would have at least an hour before the medical team arrive, and she knew within herself that this wasn’t going to wait that long.

She crossed her legs as she stood at the kitchen counter, focusing on watching the time slowly tick down on the air fryer.   She entered into an almost meditative like trance as she breathed slowly in and out, each time the need to push came along as the contraction ramped up, she blew out her breath, but she knew that each contraction was bringing the baby out further and further, and no amount of her delaying it would stop that inevitability.

Finally, 5 contractions later, who knows how many breaths, and at a point where time had lost all meaning, she heard the ding of the air fryer announcing the kids food was done.   She plated them up and called the kids into the kitchen where she handed the plates off to them.   She mashed the potato shapes up for Peter, but had a slight concern that he might struggle with it, as she was still weaning him onto solid food… but the impending struggle between her legs was a more pressing matter.   Why the hell wasn’t Josie helping?

As the kids came bounding into the room, she handed off the plates to each of them as they walked back to their own tables.  Except for Peter, who looked at his mother expectantly.

“Milk?” he asked,

“No baby, not right now… you eat the big boys food with your brothers?”

“No!” he insisted.   He made grabbing motions towards Claire’s torso.

A contraction caused Claire to sink to her knees as she pushed involuntarily.   A sudden wetness making her realise that this time, her waters had broken.   As the other 2 children we occupied with their food, she took the opportunity to take off her top and bra, leaving her yoga pants in place, knowing she would need to get them off soon.

Peter recognised his target, and approached Claire, who held on to him as he began suckling on her breast.

Again as before, the contraction surged through her, the stimulation helping move things along, and she was forced to reach up on her haunches, much to Peters annoyance as he was forced off the breast.   It gave Claire a chance to push the yoga pants down to her knees, and then in a few struggling movements get them down, leg by leg, around her ankles.  As she wiggled from side to side she shrieked as a leg dropped out from her.   Her baby was breach.

Knowing the birth had become much more complex – she had never had a breach birth before – she lost her composure, sobbing and yelling uncontrollably, pushing with her body as she went.   She had positioned herself on all fours with her hips pointing down to give some opening to her pelvis.   Peter, not knowing better, had started suckling once again on her hanging breasts, which was causing the contractions to surge through her, to the point where the baby’s legs and torso were hanging between Claire’s legs in a matter of moments.

The commotion finally brought Josie out of the room with a ‘what the hell is going on out here” shout only to stop suddenly at the scene.    She suddenly realised why her mother had called her back home, and guilt ridden, she charged towards her and held her close.

“What can I do?” Josie asked.  

“Pull off these things trapping my feet, I need to spread wide.” Answered Claire.

Josie did as she was asked, Claire sighing as she was able to finally move her ankles apart.

“Do you remember what it was like when Petey was born?” Claire enquired to Josie.   Josie in turn nodded.  “Well this is different.  Baby is coming feet first, so I still need to push out the head.   Help me up, and support the baby so I can get into a squat?”

Josie did as she was told, taking a hold of Peter and moving him out of the way.   The other 2 had come over and were staring at the scene, completely focused on the action happening in front of them, half eaten plates of food discarded over on the table.

Josie got on her hands and knees in front of Claire, who in turn lifted one knee up, and heaved herself up using Josie’s back to press on, Josie reaching between Claire’s legs to support the babys torso hanging there.

The same happened with Claire’s second leg until she was in a squat, with Josie laying on the floor between Claire’s legs, holding onto the baby, Claire using Josie’s body to support her weight to prevent her toppling over.

Claire gave a big push as she felt her vagina opening wider and wider, the width of the head stretching her out – but the pull of gravity of the body making it happen faster than she would have hoped.   She couldn’t stop and she just went with her body.

James giggled, unsure what to do with the situation, dancing almost in a sing-song voice, “I can see mammys hole, its so hairy.   Mammy doesn’t have a pee pee.”

Claire was focused purely on pushing, and didn’t hear James.   She yelled out, the ring of fire in full force as her lips stretched to their widest point.   She didn’t care what noise she was making, she just wanted the baby out.   Her hands had grasped large handfuls of Josie’s clothes as she pulled on her top to give some sort of leverage to her pushing.

Josie gave encouragement, telling Claire she was doing well, and the baby was coming, but again, her focus was entirely on pushing.   She yelled out again and again. 

Suddenly Claire shrieked, her skin stretched as far as it would go, and the baby flew out of her and into Josie’s hands.   There was an almost eerie silence, each of the children were stunned at what had just happened, the only sound in the room was Claire’s ragged breathing.   Then the baby cried, causing Claire to sink to her bottom, her own tears coming unbidden.

The baby was still attached by its umbilical cord but held in Josie’s hands as she asked “What do I do?”

Claire motioned for her to hand the baby to her, where she gave a quick check over and made sure everything was OK.   She was shivering with the adrenaline rush as she got the rest of the kids to crowd around and meet their baby sister.

Josie fetched a bed sheet and wrapped up mother and baby, Claire grimacing as she passed the placenta, but aware that this would be very much difficult for the children to deal with so she didn’t dare look under the blanket.   As she was beginning to wonder how long it would take the medical team to arrive, there was a knock at the door and they entered with their security keys.

Seeing the scene in front of them, they soon realised they were too late, and began to assess for post partum activities.   Thankfully everything checked out and the family were moved to the medical centre for a more thorough examination.

2 days later as the chaos of having a new baby calmed down, Claire’s phone rang, it was Tom who had managed to get the message through that he needed to ring home.

“Hi Tom.  You’re a Daddy again, we need to think of that name a whole lot faster now.” As he heard the giggling cries of a new born on the other end of the line.

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Babymoon - Sophia and John - part 2

As John and Sophia finally roused themselves the next day, sleeping in unexpectedly as they hadn’t been woken by the twins, the pair grabbed their robes and put them on, heading out of the bedroom to the sound of a house full of activity.

Sophia’s father was playing with the children, some sort of running around game in the back garden, the door wide open and their giggles and laughter able to be heard as the couple descended the stairs.

True to form, Sophia’s mother had prepared some breakfast and was sitting reading the morning newspaper when she caught sight of the couple coming down the stairs.   She carefully put the newspaper away and headed back over to her cooker, where she pulled out two plates of breakfast food which had been left to keep warm ready for the couple making their entrance.

Sleepily, Sophia yawned and stretched, asking why she wasn’t woken up, to which her mother replied that the kids poked their head into the bedroom door after they had gotten up and they were both sound asleep so having seen their grandparents up they just came and spent time with them instead.

“New bed…” joined John in the yawn “Can never get to sleep on the first night.”   Sophia’s mother gave a knowing smile.

As the couple started on their breakfast, Sophia’s mother asked what they were planning on doing for the day.

“I was hoping you could look after the kids for us today… we have Maria booked for our maternity photoshoot”.

“Oh yes” Sophia’s mother responded, remembering their earlier conversation.  “Nice to know such a big shot can still remember her roots, say hello to her for me.”

“Don’t worry, you can do it yourself, she’s coming over here to meet us first” replied Sophia, with a smile.

Maria had been Sophia’s childhood friend through school.   Unfortunately, her parents had moved away when they were young and the two children lost touch, but through the wonders of modern technology (and a large portion of Facebook) the two had reconnected recently.   Maria was well known to the family as a photographer for clothing models in high end fashion houses, she had worldwide recognition for her craft.   The fact that she could simply come and take some photos of her childhood friend and her husband was a small miracle.

“She said she had some free time off so wanted to come and see me and the bump” announced Sophia.

The pair excused themselves and went to get changed, packing what they needed and choosing their outfits for the photoshoot.  About an hour or so later, Sophia’s phone buzzed as she got a text, announcing that Maria was on her way.

As a car pulled up to the front of the house – a very high end SUV – Sophia took a glance out of the window to see the door opening and a woman easing herself out of the drivers seat with her back to her onlooker.  As she turned, and saw Sophia’s face in the window, she waved, Sophia waving her hand back in greeting.

“Well… that’s a turn up for the books” muttered Sophia quietly.   Then silently to herself she thought that she and John were going to have the time of their lives today.   As Maria approached the house, then knocked at the door, John went to it and opened it wide to admit the guest.

What greeted him was a vision of beauty – Maria was slightly smaller than Sophia, light brown hair with some areas highlighted blonde, and a very prominent pregnant belly sticking well out in front of her.  “Hi.  I’m Maria.  You must be John… nice to meet you” she offered her hand.

John took it, gave it a shake, a little dumbstruck and offered her to come in, moving out of the way of the door to allow her to come past.   Maria bounded past and embraced her childhood friend in a hug – at least as close to a hug as they could manage, both of their pregnant bellies squishing together with the closeness of their embrace.

“You should have told me” screeched Sophia, holding her friend back at arm’s length to take in the full view of her expanded middle.

“What… and miss that sort of reaction, no way missy!” exclaimed Maria, her face alight with a smile.

“How long… how many weeks…” spluttered Sophia in response.

“I’m 39 weeks gone now.   When I said I had time on my hands, it was because as of last week, I had officially started my maternity leave.   Joe flew us both out here so I could have the baby with my parents – they moved back here a few years ago – and he said he wanted the bit of R&R away from the paparazzi.” Explained Maria.

Maria’s husband, Joey Fury – or at least his stage name – was a drummer and manager for a well-known rock band.   Most of their time was spent in LA, or if not, jet-setting all over the world where either the band or Maria’s work took them, and it seemed a little strange having them in what is essentially suburban Spain.

“So where are you staying?” enquired Sophia.

“Oh… only the best darling” grinned Maria “We’re at the 5 star hotel just a mile or so from Es Trenc beach.   We’re on the penthouse and have hired out all the next floor below.   Have a hospital and helicopter on standby should anything start, but I’m hoping that over the next week or two everything will happen and I’ll be a mum soon after.  I wanted you to use the penthouse for your photo shoot, because my god its beautiful in there.”

“Can’t wait” grinned Sophia, echoing Maria’s expression, and the two hugged again.

Sophia’s parents wandered into the room at this point, both taken aback by the sight of the other pregnant woman in the room.   After exchanging pleasantries and kissing the children goodbye for the day, Sophia looked over at Maria, who nodded and announced that they should be off, with the trio heading down to the SUV car and heading off for the drive to the hotel.

As they reached the entrance to the hotel, the three climbed out of the car and Maria handed the keys off to a valet who drove the car off to the parking area.   As the group walked into the hotel lobby, the exquisite crystal decorations and ornate furnishings took both Sophia and John’s breath away.   “How the other half live” whispered Sophia to John, trying not to look too starstruck at the sights in front of her.

“Follow me folks” called Maria, as she set off for the lift, John and Sophia following a short distance behind, eyes darting left and right taking it all in.   A ‘ding’ announced the arrival of the lift, and broke the pair’s reverie.   The lift was roomy – even for three people, two of which were pregnant, there was more than enough room for the three to spread out.  Maria slipped a credit card sized key from between her breasts, and flourishing it with a wicked grin, pressed it into a slot and keyed in the top number on the buttons.

“If you like this… prepare to be dazzled” she continued to grin, as the doors closed, and the group felt the carriage begin to move.   A short while later, and another ‘ding’ heralded their arrival.   As the door opened, Sophia took a step back to give the two their first, unobstructed view of the penthouse apartment.   The vision in front of them was breath-taking.  

Completely open plan, the view was obstructed only by the occasional supporting column, but their eyes were drawn to the windows – which were floor to ceiling in height.   The view was completely clear all the way out to the beach, so given the height of the building and which floor they were situated on, meant the party had a perfect unobstructed view of the gorgeous vista in front of them.

Sitting at one end of the room was Joey… watching the large screen TV, who paused the movie, and stood up as he heard the party approach.  He first grabbed Maria by the belly and kissed her deeply.  “Welcome home” he announced then turned, offering his hand and shaking Johns then doing the same with Sophia, but he took a more gentle, clasped hand approach with her. “And we have visitors, please make yourself at home.  Do you want a drink?   Got some nice alcohol free prosecco for the ladies, and I hope you’ll join me for a beer?”

Joey was a middle aged man, in his 50’s with silver hair.   His body was fit though – you could tell he worked out, and there was no sign of middle aged spread in his figure. 

“Oh… erm…” John was completely starstruck, completely unable to act.  Joey smiled.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite” laughed Joey, his infectious smile lighting his face.

John regained his composure “Sure… anything you have will be fine” he stammered.   Joey looked over at Sophia who nodded and announced “Yes, please.”

Joey’s laugh boomed out “You two are here to have a bit of time to relax and enjoy yourself… get rid of those sticks up your asses and just be yourselves!” he continued to smile as he headed off to the kitchen area of the room and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, then the prosecco bottle, releasing the cork with a loud pop which echoed around the room, pouring the liquid into 2 glasses.   Grabbing those first, he walked back and handed them over to Sophia and Maria, then returned for the beer bottles, opening them on an opener attached to the side of the fridge, handing one over to John as he chinked them together.

“To impending fatherhood!” he announced, saluting both of the ladies with the bottle, as he took a swig from it.  John nodded and took a drink himself, smiling.   “There you go… you’re beginning to look more human already” grinned Joey, as Maria and Sophia giggled in the background.

The foursome spent around 30 minutes just chatting around the kitchen, Joey was extremely forthcoming about this personal life, explaining that Maria was his second wife – his first died fairly young thanks to a drug overdose – one of the hazards of the rock and roll lifestyle – that in itself put him off hard drugs for life, and he’d been clean ever since.   He’d never managed to have kids with his hectic schedule – announcing with a wink at least as far as he knows he doesn’t have any kids – but when he met Maria 3 years ago, he was smitten once more.  He put off performing for a whole year as he followed her around getting her photography business off the ground – when he met her she was quite well known having gotten involved in 2 or 3 big name fashion brands but didn’t quite have the contacts in the business to get her to go into super-stardom status – but Joey managed that side of things.

The baby was planned, he explained – Maria wanted kids before her biological clock started ticking too loudly, and they’re hoping that they can have a few more over the coming years in fairly quick succession so they aren’t taking the break from their various careers on maternity and paternity leave for too extended a time.   They figure that between pregnancies they can still keep their noses into their various work activities so as not to go completely stale – and they were blessed with the option of the top nannies and child development support that money could buy to assist.    Not that they wanted to seem big headed of course… Joey was definitely going to be a man changing diapers and playing with the baby on the swings and throwing a ball around as much as any other dad out there.

Joey’s down to earth attitude completely put John and Sophia at ease as time wore on – and the second set of drinks helped a lot for John too.

Maria excused herself from the conversation and started to set up her camera equipment with three tripods set up in strategically placed locations – one by the bed, one in front of the window overlooking the beach, and another in front of a large green screen she rolled out and put up on a hangar.

“Guess its time for you two to go and get to work” smiled Joey to John and Sophia as the two of them placed their drinks down onto a table and walked over to meet Maria.

“So… where do we get changed?” asked John.

Maria grinned “wherever you want, we don’t have a dressing room… were all adults here.”

Joey bellowed over “Yeah, we’re from Hollywood, seen more cocks, tits and pussy than you’ve had hot dinners”

John looked over between Maria and Sophia and shrugged, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked over to the suitcase he brought with him and opened it up, extracting his suit and Sophias dress from it.

Sophia herself walked over to John and lifted her top up over her head, exposing her bra-clad breasts and modest bump to the room.   Maria gave a wolf whistle with a wicked grin as she did so, Sophia blushed red – considering the past escapades that she and John had gotten up to she was confused as to why she was reacting this way.  Maria continued with her playful acting, singing a stripping tune as Sophia shimmied out of her jeans, leaving them at a pool between her feet, exposing her matching underwear to the room.   She turned to John, stepping out of the bundle of clothes on the floor, and pulled his shirt down from his shoulders trapping his arms, kissing John with a smile on her face.

Marina giggled “Now she’s putting on a show for us Joey.”    Joey was well aware, not having taken his eyes off the couple for the whole time they were getting undressed.  He once again saluted them with his bottle and gave an approving nod.

Sophia clambered down onto her knees as she unzipped John’s jeans, her head tantalisingly close to his crotch.   John’s dick was on full display poking out of his boxers and out of the unzipped jeans fly.  Sophia gave a small kiss on the end but growled “Down boy… can’t have you on full display during my maternity photos”

Suddenly there was a click, as Maria appeared with a camera and caught the moment.

“One for the personal collection” she winked.

Sophia unbuckled John’s belt and undid his jeans, tugging them down the ground.   This of course was doing nothing for his hard-on but he rode with the playing that Sophia was doing, shimmying his shoulders so his shirt dropped down to the ground behind him.   He clambered down so he was down to ear level with Sophia and whispered “I was so close to fucking you in the mouth right there… I hope you know what you do to me.   Before we leave this house, I’m going to cum deep into you, make your belly and boobs jiggle as I ram into you hard…”

Maria appeared next to them “I heard that… and don’t worry, you’re more than welcome.  This house has some wonderful acoustics.   I hope you’ll at least leave with us one time though… I’ve got a special surprise planned.”

John and Sophia jumped with surprise at the appearance of the bouncy, upbeat friend and the shock made them explode into fits of giggles.   As they got themselves composed Sophia smiled, looking down between Johns legs.   “Looks like that helped Mr Turtle back into his shell.”