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."
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