Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 20:54:24 +0200 (CEST) From: Patrick Summers Subject: Impregnating Robby part 2 a/n: Graphic birth in this one. Don't like, don't read! Robby didn't have the easiest pregnancy, at least not at first. He felt sick all the time and could barely keep anything down. Instead of gaining weight, he lost it and as our baby grew in him his bulge started to swell and expand while the rest of him got even thinner. "Ugh," he said one morning, ten weeks in. "I look like one of those starving African kids. You know, the ones with the bloated bellies? It's gross." "It's not gross," I immediately protested as I stepped up behind him. I meant it, too. "You're beautiful, peanut. Look at this." I cupped his slightly protruding belly with my hands, wrapping my arms around him. "This is where our child is growing. Your body is still adapting, and as soon as things settle down, things will get better." "So you won't think I'm ugly once I'm as big as a house?" I groaned and sucked at his neck. "No," I mumbled. "Never. You're gonna look so sexy, Robby, all big and glowing and, uh." I couldn't continue, overcome by desire and I rubbed my erection against his little ass, almost desperately. That morning, we discovered the only cure for his morning sickness. It turned out that swallowing a big load of cum worked like a charm. For both of us. * * "Daniel," he said. "Ugh. Boring." He grinned. "Rupert." I glared at him. "Now you're just having me on. Rupert, really?" Laughing out loud, Robby curled into me. At eighteen weeks along he seemed to be always cold and so I wrapped the quilt tighter around him. "I was just kidding, Dad," he said to my relief. "How about Jonathan? I really like that one." I considered it, rolling the name around on my tongue. "Not bad," I admitted finally. "We'll keep that one in mind. You know, when I took you in, the one thing I always regretted was not being able to pick out your name. I didn't want to call you something other than was given on your birth certificate either, though." He stared down at my chest, playing with the fabric of my shirt. "Don't you like my name?" "I love it," I whispered, kissing his hair. "I love everything about it, because it's you that's making it beautiful." He blushed and swallowed a few times, emotions closer to the surface due to pregnancy hormones. "So," he croaked, clearing his throat a little. "So what would you have called me then, if you'd had a choice?" "Shawn," I said, spelling it out for him. Giggling a little, Robby finally looked up at me. "After Shawn Kemp, right?" I nodded, a little sheepish. "I love it, Dad," Robby said after thinking it over. "It fits." And that was it. The next day, we got a nameplate made and hung in on the door of the nursery. * * ãOh, oh, uh. Uh. Uh," my son was chanting as he slid up and down on my cock. His tight hole clung to my throbbing erection, making me moan. He'd impaled himself on my morning wood and was working it good, shoving it so deep that the globes of his perky ass slapped onto my hips. The hot friction felt sensational, even better than when I'd first taken him. By now, Robby was almost seven months pregnant and the growing baby lay low in his belly. It made him even tighter for me and as the pregnancy progressed, so did my son's sex drive. Robby let out little pants, grinding down on me. He leaned forward a little and moved his hips back and forth, trapping his small cock between me and his pregnant belly. "Oh, oh, Dad, that's soooo good," he moaned and I knew he was close. He began clenching around me and I reached towards him to press my hands against his swollen belly, feeling our baby's gentle movements. I had done that to him, had spilled my seed deep into Robby and had impregnated him, made a baby grow in him. Our little baby boy, our little Shawn. It was unbelievably sexy, to see Robby grow heavy with child and so I left no opportunity untapped when it came to making love to him. Hands on my son's swollen belly, I felt the exact moment our baby decided to join in on the fun. Rolling around inside, it began to press down, shoving itself down so that it pressed against where the tip of my cock rested inside Robby. I grunted as I clenched my teeth to keep from coming right away, the warm squishiness feeling heavenly against my throbbing cock. Robby however howled in sudden ecstasy. "Oh god," he cried out. "He, he's pressing against, oooohhh, against my prostate! Oh, oh! Feels so good!" I couldn't believe it. "Ah, fuuuck!" With a low grunt, I lifted my hips and blasted my cum right against where my baby moved deep inside my small son, sharp pulses of burning pleasure shooting through me. Robby cried out again as I filled him up with my hot release, bathing his closed down cervix with it. In my pleasure, I almost raised him right off the bed and he was clinging to my chest, fingers digging into my skin as he rocked on my cock. "'m close," he squeaked. "Oh. Ohh, c-close. Yes, yess, yeessss!" My abs protested at the strain, but the pressure from both sides was perfect for him and with a series of quick, hard stutters, Robby shot his thin load all over me, some spurts even going up to my chest. I felt our baby roll around a bit more, but as soon as Robby calmed down and his desperate cries tapered off, baby seemed to be mollified as well. "Oh, uh, uh," Robby panted as he shuddered through the aftershocks. "Uh, Dad? Did, uh, did our son just make me cum from inside there?" He sounded so bewildered that I laughed out loud. "Yeah," I sighed as I plopped down onto the mattress, the movement dislodging my softening cock. "Though he probably just reacted to your agitation." "Felt great though," Robby giggled, patting his belly. "Very awesome." * * "Hngh. Tastes good," I murmured, tongue buried deep in his twitching hole. I licked around inside him, loosening him up. "Love eating out your pregnant pussy." "Daaaad," he groaned in protest. He didn't like it when I called his little opening `pussy'. "It's not," he'd say. "Only because girls have different holes down there doesn't mean that Breeders do." I didn't bother to point out to him that even though it was the same hole, his womb wasn't actually connected to his intestines. The vaginal canal veered off inside him and only a small part of it and of the rectum were the same. Breeders produced a special secretion that cleaned the anus during their cycle, so that there'd be no danger of contamination during conception and birth. Repeated sexual stimulation got it going as well and after wiping away the first drops, I lapped up the trickles that followed, loving the sweet and pungent taste of it. It never failed to get Robby off too, especially now that he got ever closer to his due date. Dr. Morisson had told me that this kind of play was the best kind of preparation there was. "Breathing exercises are great, too," he'd said on one of the monthly check-ups. "But he needs to be very flexible down there and getting him stretched out regularly will help with the delivery." Of course, for me it wasn't really a chore. I loved eating him out, and playing with his pinkish, puckered opening was fast becoming my favorite thing to do. Robby would groan and pant and moan his way through peak after peak when I finger-fucked him, until he was so open and loose that I could slip almost my whole hand into him. It was only then that I'd take his cock into my mouth and suck those last sweet spurts of his seed out of him, keeping him in my mouth until he protested and shoved me off, too sensitive to abide any more stimulation. Most times, I'd spit out some of his seed and use it as lube, then stroke myself hard and quick and come all over his pretty little ass. Yeah, no chore at all. * * Robby went into labor early. It was a common occurrence in Breeders, especially when they got pregnant the first time. He didn't even notice the first labor pains. He'd been complaining about a backache the day before and I'd given him a gentle massage until he lay purring on his side. The first real pain caught us by surprise, just as I was about to serve lunch. "Oh," he groaned, clutching the edge of the table. "Robby?" I asked, setting down the salad bowls and hurrying over to him. "You okay?" "Yeah," he sighed, the pained frown lessening. "I think that may have been more than a Braxton Hicks contraction. This one, I really felt." I pulled him into my arms and held him tight. His huge belly pressed into me and I could feel how tight and hard it was. For a while we just stood there and soaked up each other's presence, but then Robby tensed and I felt his finger digging into my back. "Ohhh-owww," he moaned. "T-There it goes again." I glanced at the kitchen clock. "That was kind of fast for another contraction, peanut. You sure these just started?" "The big ones did, yes." I frowned and pulled back a little to look at him. "The big ones? Robby, how long have you been in pain?" "Uh," he murmured, looking away. "On and off, since the day before yesterday. But it wasn't really pain, Dad, more, like, discomfort." "You should have told me!" I admonished him, even as I settled my heavily pregnant son onto the couch and feverishly packed everything that we'd need at the hospital. Thank god we'd already packed a bag with the necessary clothes and papers, or I'd go mad trying to get it all together. When I did have it all, I made a quick call to Dr. Morisson to let him know that we were coming. Robby had decided against going to the Centre to have his baby, he trusted the Doc more than he did the midwives there. "Ohhhh," Robby moaned as I helped him up, swaying into me as his swollen stomach rippled with another contraction. He looked astonished somehow, even as the pain had him squeeze my hand tight. "Huh." I pressed a kiss to his temple. "You okay?" "Yeah," he murmured. "It's just, weird." "What, labor?" I asked, grinning. He smacked my chest lightly. "That, too. No, I mean, it's strange but even though it really, really hurts, it sort of feels good, too, to feel Shawn move in there. It's hard to describe." I nodded. "I've read about that in one of the books your teacher gave me, about Breeder pregnancies. Remember when you had that huge orgasm because the baby pressed on your prostate?" He grinned and nodded eagerly. "It's sort of like that. The contractions stimulate your prostate and as soon as he's in the birth channel, there will be an immense pressure on it. Some Breeder perceive that pressure as pain, some as pleasure. We'll see how it's going to be for you." "Please let it be pleasure," Robby said, heartfelt. The drive to the hospital seemed to take ages, mostly because Robby seemed to go through contractions far too quickly for my liking. About halfway there, just as we hit a heavy bout of traffic, my son jerked in his seat and let out a low moan. When I glanced over at him, he was staring down in dismay. "My water broke," he mumbled, before I could ask what was wrong. I reached over and gently stroked his soft cheek. "That's okay, we're almost there anyway. You just have to hold on a little longer, okay?" By the time we made it to the hospital, Robby was already trying to pull his legs back, instinct driving him to push. His little face was sweat-slicked, the pain forcing deep grunts from him as he strained to bring our child into the world. I screeched into the parking lot near the emergency room, and was out the door almost as soon as I'd killed the engine. Dr. Morisson met me at the door with a wheelchair, but I ignored it in favor of carrying my laboring son into the birthing room myself. Almost as soon as I'd laid him down on the bed, Robby let out a yell and the nurses scrambled to take off the sweatpants he wore. Dr. Morisson calmly stepped in then, slipping two gloved fingers into my son's loose hole. "Wonderful!" He exclaimed, grinning at me. "He's almost ready, you made it just in the nick of time it seems." As if on cue, Robby doubled up. "Oh crap," he groaned, a pained grimace contorting his face. "Ah, he, aaaaah, Dad! I- I can feel him! He's coming!" Robby panted through the pain as he bore down. His small cock, jumped and leaked a steady stream of clear pre-cum as our baby slowly moved into the birth channel. "Oh," my son groaned, voice almost gone. "His head. Ahh, Dad, ahhhh!!!" With an animalistic scream, Robby threw himself forward and pushed hard, his cock jerking and shooting its load just as our son's head pushed through his dilated ass. Robby kept cumming all through the rest of the birth, even when his balls were empty and had nothing more to give, he still keened through continuous orgasmic shudders as he slowly pushed our baby out into the world. At one point, he was staring up at the ceiling with his mouth wide open in a silent scream of anguish and rapture. The baby's shoulders were caught in his opening and it was only the orgasmic waves the vigorous pressure on his prostate made him feel that shook them loose without Doc Morisson having to intervene. When our baby finally slid all the way out, Robby slumped back on the bed in what looked like a faint, but wasn't. He just lay there, breathing hard, staring at nothing. His legs were still spread wide and he leaked slightly red-tinted amniotic fluid onto the soaked mattress. "Oh, that felt so good," he babbled softly, beside himself from the shock of his ecstatic birth, "so good, uh, so, SO good, thank god he's out but can you shove him in again, just a little, felt so good, Dad, so good." Dr. Morisson was grinning as he quickly cut the umbilical cord and took care of the oddly silent baby, checking it to make sure that everything was all right. "I'll give you some privacy," he murmured as he laid the swaddled baby into the waiting bassinet. "Congratulations, by the way. Your son is healthy and shows no signs of developmental problems, despite being a bit premature. Take care of your other son, now. He needs to calm down so that he can bond with the baby properly, so do what you have to do. I'll be right outside." I nodded, shooting the Doc a thankful smile. I tried my best to calm Robby down, but what I finally had to do was slip a couple of fingers into his opened hole and rub them firmly into his prostate. He was wet and hot and sort of squishy inside, a stark contrast to how he usually felt on the inside. I worked my son through another series of orgasms that finally managed what had obviously kept him from calming down Ð it shook loose the placenta and had him expel the last bit of our baby son from inside of him. "Oh," he heaved a huge sigh and when I looked at him, the desperate pained arousal that had driven him through the birth was gone. "Oh, ow. Shit, Dad, that really hurt!" He was giggling as he said it, though and he was looking around searchingly. "Shawn?" He asked and I quickly called out to alert the Doc. He stepped back in right away and prepared the placenta for the removal of the stem cells that Robby and I had agreed on. I stepped up to my baby son, getting him out of the bassinet with a feeling of completeness. Lowering him into Robby's waiting arms, I snuggled up to them, pressing kisses on both my son's beautiful faces. "I love you," I murmured, and gave Robby a deep kiss, slipping him some tongue for good measure. "I love you, too," he mumbled, already half-asleep. "He's perfect." "Yes," I said softly. "And so are you." Feedback is very much appreciated! Tell me everything! My other stories at Nifty: Taking Sammy - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/taking-sammy/ The Pleasure Temple - http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-pleasure-temple/ Wil's Painful Accident - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/wils-painful-accident Impregnating Robby - http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/impregnating-robby Fertile Ally - http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/fertile-ally/ Please remember that Nifty needs your donation to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html