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Nick has always been the best in whatever he did. He’s used to have all the eyes on him thanks to his big butt and well defined muscles. He’s always been a showoff and this pregnancy won’t make any difference. He’s just 5 months along but as he always has to go big time in whatever he does, he’s having quite a big batch of kids. He might not be sure who the father of the kids is but that won’t stop him from keep showing the world how hot he is. His shots always include showing off his big ass and it usually leads him to have some fun after the shots. His huge belly, filled with 7 baby boys, is not stopping him but just opening a whole new ways to succeed.

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These friends weren’t planing on starting a family. Both love adventures, traveling, enjoying their freedom and haven’t even pictured themselve being together but now they’re getting close to the biggest adventure ever. 6 months ago they were alone on a beach, far away from any town, city or any other humans. Full moon, no condom’s and no place to get one. They were used to be naked in front of each other but that night they just looked at each other differently. It was probably the moon light, the peaceful sound of the sea, the very romantic place but soon their moans were loudly filling the empty beach. 2 months later while hiking on another country, one of them started to feel sick and they found out he was pregnant with twins.

They wondered for a moment if they should stop their adventures but they finally decided to continue as long as they could. Now most of their adventures include the sea, the sound of it makes them go back to that night when they conceived their babies. When he closes his eyes, that sounds reminds the pregnant guy of how good it was to get fucked by his friend and 100% of the time it lead them to repeat what they did that night. They’ve both agreed to get a house by the beach so every day they’ll remember and repeat what they did on that beach.

This story was supposed to be posted a whole week a ago but life has been crazy. Anyways, here it is. Hope you like it. And thanks to the very special person who edited it.

Valentine’s Day (a bit late)

While I try to button up my shirt, I remember the last 9 months. They’ve been the hardest in my whole life. Many people say youth is the perfect moment for boys to make mistakes because they’re easily fixed and by the time they become full grown adults those mistakes become just funny memories. In my case I don’t think this will ever be a fun memory. But even then, I’ve been trying to find the fun side of this and It’s been pretty impossible, ‘till a week ago. Today on Valentine’s Day I finally have a reason to believe this will be a fun memory in a few years. My name’s Zane Jacobs by the way.

When I’m done with the buttons, I look at my reflection in the mirror and I wanna laugh at my own body. I look mostly fine, but my midsection takes all the attention. Being one week overdue with twin boys is making me look huge but I really don’t wanna get induced and I’m really scared about the birth so the longer I can delay it, the better. I rub my belly and my babies move in response. They don’t kick anymore. I think they don’t have enough room for that, which I think is good because they seem to have inherited my football skills or my grandpa’s soccer skills because they kicked so hard that I was left gasping whenever they moved. Apart from the fact that I’m not a really big guy. At 5’9” tall I’m considered short or average and the asshole who knocked me up was like 6’4” tall so these babies have been growing bigger than my body was actually designed for.

Also, I’m a guy, I’m actually not designed for this but seems like I’m a freak. Only 16 cases of males getting pregnant registered all over the world and I had to be one of them. Seems like I have a womb connected to my ass and it only took one try for me to get pregnant. I think you already know some details about how I got pregnant, if not… [check this out]. I’ll be honest, that night I moaned like a cheap whore because that guy’s dick was truly immense. And that’s saying a lot because I have a big dick too but his was out of this world. I think it was a bit over 10 inches. Well, I won’t give you all the details because I wanna save some dignity, but it was unbelievable and… he only needed that one time to knock me up and I never saw him again. I’m an 18 year old pregnant guy with twins on the way no less, dumped by his babies’ dad. What a nice way to start adulthood.

Since then, things have been hard. I even thought my parents would kick me out and never ever help me again, but thankfully they supported me and they said they would pay for everything I’d need as long as I got good grades in college. They’ve paid for my appointments, vitamins, new clothes every few weeks, they already have cribs for the babies and tons of babies’ clothes. My parents want me to give them my babies so I can continue with college without fatherhood distracting me, but I don’t think I can. After all these months I don’t think I can just give the boys to my parents just to try to get a normal life. I just can’t. And that represents another problem. I have to find another place to live because I can’t stay in the dorms once I’ve given birth. It goes against the rules to have kids living there. As I said, the longer they stay inside me, the better.

Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to tell you. Tonight’s a really special night for me because things finally are starting to change. Since the moment I got pregnant I’ve been pretty alone. My old friends all disappeared because I was a freak and a fag. Those were the words they used to describe me when they found out about my condition. When I started college, it was even worse because I already had a belly and people just looked at me like I had a contagious disease or something. Even my roommate, who is the perfect description of what a “bro” is like, made fun of me whenever he could and lately he just doesn’t talk to me. Surprisingly, the “jocks” aren’t the worst part as I thought they would be. Gay guys are always making terrible comments about me. While the quarterback of the college’s football team, is a pretty nice guy who even helps me sometimes when I have a hard time walking up or down the stairs. People are weird.

The campus was a nightmare for me for many reasons and when February started and everyone entered Valentine’s Day mode, I felt even worse. I felt like everyone was a couple and I was the only one that didn’t even have a friend. It wasn’t easy to waddle around completely alone while everyone was kissing or at least talking to a group of friends. It made me sick because I was so desperate to have some company. 

On February 2nd I finally decided to leave and go off of campus for the first time. Don’t judge me but since I started college back in September, the only time I left campus was to visit my parents for Christmas so I didn’t know the city I had moved to 5 months ago. That day when I started waddling around the city, many people turned to look at me in disgust but some others smiled and congratulated me. People were nicer out there.

When I had been walking for a while, I was really tired so I entered a coffee shop that looked pretty nice. I hate coffee but I figured they had water or juice too. Most of the tables were occupied so I waddled to the one farthest away from the door and took a seat. I was so tired already and I was pretty far away from campus so it was a nightmare to think of the distance I had to walk to go back. I was responding to some of my parents’ texts when I felt a looming shadow over me. I looked up and saw the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. The friendliest and most ridiculously handsome face in the whole world. Deep blue eyes that made me feel at peace and his perfect dirty blond hair was the perfect touch for a perfect face. Then I looked at the rest of his body and I almost passed out. Every single one of his massive muscles were visible on his “uniform”, making it look like his t-shirt would tear to shreds at any second. He was the one obscuring the corner I was sitting in because he was so big he blocked the lights in front of me. He had a green apron on and it just accentuated his amazing body. I was literally salivating.

“Good evening sir. Welcome to Kevin’s. I’m Kevin and I’m pretty sure this is your first time visiting us. I’d surely remember that handsome face if I had seen you before.” He said and his voice made my legs go weak. If I had been standing, I would’ve surely fallen to the ground. I blushed and couldn’t even articulate words. “May I offer you some water or juice? Some people think we only have coffee but we have the best natural juices in this city. I make them myself with fresh fruit I buy every morning,” he said smiling.

“I… thanks… I’m Zane… and… I…” I tried to talk. I really tried, but I couldn’t and he just smiled even bigger.

“I guess you don’t know what to choose. What do you say if I prepare you something special? I promise you won’t regret it and I’ll put some extra love in that juice.” He said and I could only nod. “Great, I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ll make the juice extra-large. I bet the kid you have there will love it.” He then turned around and his back was as impressive as his front. His ass in those tight jeans were the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.

The babies started to kick and move like they hadn’t done in months and I think it was in response to my excitement. While Kevin walked between the rest of the tables and passed by some people, I noticed he was by far the tallest at around 6'6" or 6'7" and looked simply gigantic next to normal sized people. I wondered how a man like him existed. It was ridiculous. And don’t get me started with the huge bulge that was visible on the apron he was wearing. Bigger than anything I had ever seen. I had a hard on in my pants, but thankfully my huge belly hid it completely. I couldn’t believe I had waited so long to visit that place.

A few minutes later Kevin brought me a huge jar of strawberry, carrots and orange juice. At first I wasn’t sure about the mix but when I tasted it, it was incredible. Kevin just smiled at me and left me drinking the whole jar of the most delicious juice I had ever tasted. A few minutes later he brought 6 blueberry muffins that he said he had made himself and I could not believe how delicious they were. That man was perfect in every single way. I don’t even know how I was able to drink the entire jar of juice but I did and I was actually longing for more but I knew I had a long walk to take and my bladder was not as good at retaining liquids anymore. When I was about to leave, I was looking for money to pay for the juice and the muffins, but he came quickly and asked me to stay for a while because he was closing in about half an hour. I saw the hour, 8:30 PM. Of course I stayed and delighted myself looking at Kevin moving around the tables with unbelievable grace considering his size.

When the last customer left, he came and took a seat in front of me. I tried to pay for what I had eaten but he said it was on him. I couldn’t believe how nice he was. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was. I couldn’t believe he was actually talking to me. He said the reason why he had asked me to stay was because he wanted to invite me on a date. I got speechless and was really confused when he started to say that I was the nicest and most handsome guy he had ever seen. For a moment I thought it was all a joke because a man like him would definitely have a long line of men and women longing to be with him and I’m pretty sure there are many guys way more handsome than me. I didn’t know what to say and I was starting to get nervous because the kids were kicking me harder than ever before. I asked him how he was so sure I was single and that I’d say yes. He smiled and said that he knew I was single since the moment I walked in because no one would be so dumb to let a hot pregnant guy like me go out on his own while carrying his kids. What a sweet thought.

Long story short, he invited me to a nice restaurant on Valentine’s Day and made me promise I would visit his coffee shop whenever I could. Kevin was by far the nicest guy I had ever met since I got pregnant. The second one on that list was the quarterback of the football team and he wasn’t nearly as nice. And not nearly as hot as Kevin. I asked him a few things about him and he smiled. That smile made me feel like a horny teenager… Well, I am a horny teenager to be honest. Anyways, he said he was 24 years old. He had a degree in business and he was the owner of Kevin’s which was doing extraordinarily great. I told him the good looks of the owner had a lot to do with that success, along with how nice he was with the customers. He just laughed and said he was sure it all helped his business.

I spent like an hour with him getting to know each other. He asked me about my pregnancy and I told him the story of the twins growing inside me. He said he couldn’t believe that guy was such an idiot to let me go just like that. I was flattered and blushed when he told me how he would’ve loved to be the father of my babies. It was a nice thought, but it made me realize how stupid I was to let the first idiot I found  knock me up so easily. Where was Kevin that night when I was being pounded in the back seat of that car? Oh right, several states away being a nice guy while I was a slut.

Anyways, a while later I said I was leaving and he offered himself to take me to campus. He knew I was a few miles away from it and said, “A hot guy like you shouldn’t be walking alone in the middle of the night. Let me be your knight in shining armor”. I just laughed and followed him to his car. He had a big SUV and I smiled. A big man needs a big car. He took me back to campus and showed me what a real gentleman does. He opened my door, helped me get down, and walked me to the front door of the dorms. And just like in a cheesy teenage movie, he kissed me there and then ran back to his car. I was frozen, I stayed there for like 10 minutes just remembering the feeling of his lips on mine. Fuck he was so perfect.

The days passed and I was still pregnant. Kevin asked me every day if I was feeling fine, if the babies had dropped and things like that. He wanted me to go to Kevin’s and he said he would come pick me up ,but I was literally too tired and too uncomfortable to even get out of bed, which he understood. For about a week and a half I was randomly skipping classes because my whole body was feeling like shit. And the only thing that really helped me deal with my stuff, were Kevin’s texts and calls. He even said he wanted to come visit me at the dorms, but it was against the rules. Fuck I hated that place so much. The days passed, my belly grew, I started to have light contractions, but the babies stayed inside until the day of my date with Kevin. What a nice way to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

On February 14th, I’m feeling worse than ever because I feel like I’m about to explode at any second. My belly feels so big and so tight that I’m surprised my skin hasn’t ripped yet. I don’t feel like going out, but I have a date with the most perfect man on the planet and I’m not losing that opportunity. I don’t even have clothes that still fit me, but I’ll have to work with what I have. I take the biggest sweatpants I have and a stretchy shirt I bought a few months ago thinking that it was way too big and now it looks like all the buttons would pop at any second. I never imagined I could get this big but here I am trying not to take deep breaths to keep the buttons together. Mental note to myself… never getting pregnant again… or maybe… with Kevin in my life… we’ll see what happens.

Kevin comes and picks me up right where he left me two weeks ago. He even brings me some flowers and chocolates, such a cheesy man. When I see him, I can’t help but sigh at the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Making the button that’s just over my bellybutton to give up revealing my taunt skin. He looks even more handsome than the day I met him and he soon comes closer and smiling joins the two sides of my shirt again. Thankfully the button is still there but I’m not sure if it’ll last the whole night. He kisses my cheek and I already feel my legs weakening. A part of me feels so dumb acting like such a horny teenager, but this man makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. 

We get in his car and he starts to ask me about my pregnancy. I don’t wanna talk about that because I’m really scared about the birth but I answer all his questions. I see him smiling really big when I tell him I’ve been having light contractions already and my belly has dropped a few days ago.

Kevin had a reservation at one of the nicest and fanciest restaurants in the city and when we arrived there I felt so out of place. Everyone was so nicely dressed, Kevin included, and my clothes were about to burst around my huge belly. Thankfully the waitress was really nice to me and even congratulated me about the babies. When I told her I was due a full week before, I saw the shock on her face and I guess she worried I would get in labor in their fancy chairs and if I’m honest, I am worried about that same thing. Oh, by the way, when she congratulated me, she congratulated Kevin too and he smiled and said “Thanks so much”. I blush so much and the babies kick me right on my ribs, making me gasp and the button from earlier opens again. The waitress smiled and laughed a bit and Kevin came again to help me fix my problem. I was really uncomfortable but Kevin’s attention made me feel fine again.

I was so hungry but I don’t wanna eat that much because my shirt would definitely explode. And it is not like I could eat that much, with two big babies taking most of the space in my abdomen, my stomach can only hold little portions, but it makes me hungry every 30 minutes and by now I’m starving. I finally order a Caesar Salad and water while Kevin, as the big guy he is, orders a huge portion of some fancy piece of meat I don’t even recognize the name of. I’m a regular mid-class guy so I eat normal stuff and he seems to be used to this kind of place and to this kind of food. I wonder for a moment a few things about Kevin. He’s only 24 years old but he already has a successful business. He went to college, but says that’s not remarkable and never looked to continue majoring or something. He has a nice car that I’m sure didn’t cost 10 or 20 thousand dollars. I feel like he’s not telling me something, but his smile makes me forget all my questions.

While we eat and talk, he tells me about his vacations in many different places around the world, while he was growing up. I feel ridiculous because I haven’t even traveled across the country, not even thinking about vacations in Paris. But I know you don’t care about that part, I know you wanna know if something happens between us in this story… and being the whore I seem to be, yes it does. Let’s get to that part and what happens after that is like a cherry on top to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

We stay at the restaurant for about an hour. Kevin asks me if I want a dessert, he says he knows a great ice cream place that I would love. I wanna say yes but I’m so tired already and the babies have been so active during our date that I just want to lie down and have some rest. He totally understands and says he would take me back to the dorms. When I stand up, my belly hurts like never before and I clutch it trying to handle the pain. I’m breathing heavily and it makes not one but four of my buttons pop and 2 of them land on the nearest table. My belly is almost completely on display while everyone looks at me in shock. Kevin looks worried and when the pain finally passes. With his fingers, he holds the two sides of my shirt together while we head to his car. I’m so ashamed, but I notice some people smiling at me while I walk out of the restaurant. I guess they think I’m in labor and they’re happy for me. At least, that’s what I want to think.

By the time we get in Kevin’s car, I’m pretty fine. He asks me if I want to go to the hospital and I say no. I don’t wanna accept that I’m going into labor pretty soon. I ask him to take me back to the dorms, but I don’t wanna walk in there with my belly on full display. I was already bullied enough for walking down the halls not to mention with my belly on full display because my buttons have popped. He smiles and says I could borrow some of his clothes. He says he lives just two blocks away from the restaurant so we could make a quick stop there. I accept but immediately notice we are in the fanciest neighborhood in the whole city and this guy lives so close? Is he rich or something?

When we arrive at his apartment, penthouse, palace or whatever you’d call the huge place he lives at, I confirm Kevin is pretty rich. As I said, I’m a middle class, average guy so an apartment that looks like it’s bigger than my parents’ house is simply impossible to even imagine, but here I am feeling out of place again. I’m sitting on a huge couch waiting for Kevin to come back when another sharp pain, stronger than the last, takes over my entire belly and makes me want to scream. I have tears going down my cheeks while I feel like I’m about to die. I don’t wanna ruin my date or scare him by telling him I’m in labor so I try to deal with the pain and hold on until I get back to the dorms and then head to a hospital if the contractions continue. I’m scared but I try to play it cool.

When Kevin comes back with one of his t-shirts in hand, I’m already feeling fine so I just smile at him. He helps me to stand up and starts unbuttoning my remaining buttons, uncovering my big milk filled pecs. I feel a bit nervous about him touching me like that but it feels really good. When my shirt is completely off, he takes his t-shirt to put it on me but before he does it, he leans down and kisses me. I’m taken aback and for a few seconds I tell myself I have to leave before another contraction comes, but then his hands start to caress my belly and my pecs and I completely forget about the contractions, the pain, and the pressure on my hips. In just a few seconds, I’m completely surrendered to his touch. He squeezes my pecs and it feels so good. After all these months I’m finally feeling desired. I shyly get my hands on his strong chest and fuck they’re hard as a rock and so thick. I explore down to his rock-hard abs and then slower to his huge, almost obscene bulge. He smiles and says: “I knew you’d noticed it… I’ve been having such a hard time not getting hard since the moment I saw you the first day we met.”

We’re making out and I start unbuttoning his shirt too, revealing the marvelous body of a Greek god. No, not even Greek gods are as strong, as handsome, as perfect as Kevin. When we’re both shirtless he picks me up honeymoon style and then we head upstairs with me in his arms while we keep making out. Yes, his apartment has a second floor. When we get in his room, he helps me sit on the edge of his huge bed. I start hungrily untying his belt, then unbuttoning his tight pants and then he pushes them down, revealing a massive bulge that makes me salivate. He helps me lie down on his bed and then takes off my sweatpants and my underwear. Then, he crawls on top of me and starts kissing my belly and my chest. My view of the rest of the room is eclipsed by his enormous body. He goes down and starts playing with my dick and balls, using his mouth to get me hard. I can’t see what his doing thanks to my belly but I’m feeling it and fuck it was so good.

Then, I see him moving and his underwear flying to a corner. He comes up again and I meet his eyes. I wanna see his dick and balls but my belly won’t let me. He knows what I’m trying to see so, he presses his crotch against my lower belly and fuck his dick’s massive and his balls feel like basketballs even though I know that’s not possible. I feel my hole squirming and I’m not sure if it’s doing that in need for that huge dick or because I’m going into labor. My rational side wants to tell him to stop because I know I’m in labor, but the rest of me just wants him to fit that massive tool in me and he knows it. Slowly he lifts up my legs to a position that is not that comfortable for me, but when I feel the head of his dick poking at the entrance of my hole, shivers go up my spine and I just say: “Please Kevin, do it. I need this… fuck me.” I don’t even know where those words come from but that’s what I’m feeling and thinking right now.

He pushes his dick in and it feels way thicker than a soda can. I moan out so loud, but I can’t help myself. It feels so damn good. It feels like an eternity while he fits more and more, and more and more dick in me. By the time I feel his enormous balls coming in contact with my ass cheeks, I’m pretty sure I have at least a foot of thick man meat in my hole. He’s grunting and saying I feel really tight and I know I’m not tight but his dick’s way too thick to not feel tight in any hole he would fit it in. Then his hips start to buck and my moans get louder. He’s moving slowly and I’m feeling every single inch of his massive dick opening spaces inside me that have never been touched before. His passionate moves start to get faster and harder, making my pecs and my belly bounce every time he thrusts. This, making the kids inside me restless and I feel my belly tightening sometimes but the pleasure is stronger, making it easier to deal with.

Kevin keeps going, making me moan louder than ever before. He grunts while he fucks me and it turns me on even more. It sounds so wild, so strong and it matches how he feels inside of me. His thrusts start to get faster and faster and faster and he makes me cum twice while his dick is buried in my hole. My lower belly is coated in my own cum and he just keeps fucking me wild. When he starts cumming for the first time, I hear him grunting and I feel his thrusts getting erratic. Then I feel a wave of hot cum filling my guts and it feels so good. He cums buckets inside me, literally making me feel more bloated than I already am. We’re both breathing heavily and he finally stops his moves. He smiles looking down at my sweaty and smiley face. Right there I feel another sharp pain taking my entire belly and then going to my hips too. I clutch my belly as it contracts and Kevin notices what is happening. He starts taking his dick out of my hole and a rush of water comes out immediately. My water has broken.

I scream in pain because this one is way stronger than the last one and Kevin looks worried. I’m really ashamed because all the fluids have ruined his bed but he looks more concerned about me than about the bed. He kneels next to me and I finally see his dick and balls. Even in the middle of a contraction, I can’t help but awe at the massive prick that was inside me just a few seconds ago. It’s definitely a foot long… no, definitely bigger and way thicker than a soda can. And his balls, my oh my, they were huge. Not like basketballs obviously but definitely bigger than softballs, hanging low and looking so heavy I’m wondering how much they weigh. I know it’s ridiculous to be thinking about that while your body is going through such pain but Kevin’s simply too amazing to not notice and point out his magnificent body. A minute later when the contraction ends, I’m left breathing heavily and Kevin says he’s taking me to the hospital. I don’t want to go but he insists and I finally accept.

Kevin helps me put on my sweatpants again and puts his t-shirt on me. He dresses really quick too in a similar attire than me and he carries me to the elevator. I say I can walk but he insists he’ll carry me to his car. Thankfully he does because while we’re waiting for the elevator, another contraction comes and it’s so painful some tears come out again. Only 5 minutes later when Kevin is loading me into the back seat of his car, another contraction comes and I feel a new massive pressure building in my hole. I know the first baby must be in position. I wonder why it’s happening so fast but I’m a week overdue. I’ve been having contractions for a few days and his massive dick loosening me up a few minutes ago has surely helped to speed up the process.

Kevin is driving like a mad man, but I guess my groans and screams are not helping him stay calm. It takes us around 20 minutes to get to a hospital because of traffic and by then, I feel something big pressing on my hips and I can’t stand up straight anymore. I’m surprised when I get out of the car and find myself at a private hospital that I didn’t even know existed. I know I can’t pay for this place but I already feel a baby going down my canal so I don’t complain and sit on a wheelchair a nurse brings for me. Kevin is pushing the wheelchair while I’m having contractions one right after the other. I only have a few seconds to rest between them and I’m so scared because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do this. Kevin keeps repeating to me that everything is gonna be ok but he’s not the one being torn in half by a huge baby and with a second one kicking his ribs.

They ask me some basic information about me and the pregnancy and then ask Kevin if he’s the babies’ dad. He doesn’t hesitate to say yes and when they look at me I just nod. I’m not in position to have an argument about that but it feels fine to have him next to me. A few minutes later they take me to a room to check on my dilation and the doctor gets surprised when she sees a head already coming out of my hole. She says there’s not enough time to take me to a delivery room so they bring everything they’d need and tell me to push with the contractions. Kevin is right by my side holding my hand while I push and groan in pain. The head of the baby feels so big I can’t believe my tight hole is able to open up enough to pass it. The burning sensation is so bad when the baby is crowning that I fear my skin will tear. The doctor just keeps saying I have to push harder but I’m doing the best I can. I wonder if she even has kids and if she does, she has given birth through a hole that was meant for it, my hole is not meant to push huge babies out of it but here I am doing it.

Kevin is so supportive while I clear the head and I have a little rest before the worst part comes. Kevin is holding my hand and wiping out the sweat out of my face. Then, the baby starts to turn and the shoulders start to come out, making me scream so much. The fucker that knocked me up had wide shoulders and the kid seems to have inherited that from him. Thankfully this wasn’t Kevin’s kid because Kevin’s shoulders are way wider than that jackass. So, I push and scream, push and scream and a few minutes later  when the shoulders are finally out, the doctor helps me a bit by pulling the rest of the baby out. It’s painful as fuck but it makes everything faster. I’m breathing heavily while she cleans my baby and I can hear him crying really loud. I can’t contain my tears when she wraps it and places him right below my chest, on top of my still big-not-so-big belly. My baby looks so tiny but so big at the same time and thankfully looks a lot like me.

Kevin is there smiling and playing with the baby’s little hand. I wanna hold my son forever but when they cut the cord, they take him away for a few minutes to weigh him and clean him better. I’m so happy I don’t even know what to say but I feel the second baby moving inside me and it reminds me that I’m just halfway done. A few minutes later Kevin comes back to my side, holding my baby and he places him in my arms and the baby immediately looks for my nipple. When I feel him sucking and milk flowing to his tiny mouth, I can’t contain my tears again. Kevin comes and kisses my forehead while caressing the baby’s cheeks. He looks so cute moving his cheeks and swallowing the milk I’m providing. I wanna stay like that forever but soon a huge contraction announces the second baby is already on the way. They take my first baby away and help me get in position to push my second son into this world.

My hole has already loosened a lot with the first baby so the second one is coming in a rush. By the time I finally get in position and everyone is ready to receive him, the baby’s head is clearly visible on my hole. I start pushing and I’m making progress, but I already feel so tired I’m not sure if I’m pushing hard enough. The baby seems to be just as big as the first so the big head feels like I’m tearing in half. By the time the baby is crowning, my legs are feeling numb and my pushes are definitely weakening. The doctor then commands everyone to help me get on all fours. She says it’ll help me now that I can’t push like I should. Immediately Kevin and some nurses help me get in position and it’s so painful and so uncomfortable to move with half of the baby’s head out of my hole but when I get in position. I feel the baby sliding easier than before. It’s not easy at all but my pushes are more effective than before and soon the head is out.

Then the shoulders are the hardest part again. I look at Kevin while the baby’s wide shoulders are making me scream and I can’t help but smile a bit. I’m sure his babies would have extra wide shoulders, they would be extra big to be honest, but that man is worthy of my hole being destroyed by his big kids. He notices my little grin and he comes closer and kisses my lips passionately. That helps me and in a few more pushes, the baby is born and loudly cries in the doctor’s hands. Then they help me lie on my back again and repeat the same procedure as before. I can’t help but cry when I hold my second son in my arms. He looks exactly like his older brother and just as big. Then, they take him away too to weigh him and I’m left in bed completely exhausted and feeling like I could sleep for a whole week straight. Just a few minutes later I give birth to the placenta and they finally help me get cleaned. Everything was finally over.

An hour later I’m in my hospital room with both my babies in my arms, both sucking from my nipples and Kevin sitting by my side. I can’t believe how my date has ended, me giving birth to my twins on Valentine’s Day with my date next to me helping me. I thought Kevin would be scared and run away but he’s been here with me all along and he doesn’t even wanna put the babies on their cribs because he says he loves to hold them. He’s the one paying for the hospital bill too and I insisted he doesn’t have to do that but he’s kinda stubborn when it comes to being a nice guy and he says he wants to be the nicest with me and the babies. I wonder if there’s any side of him that’s not perfect… I don’t think so.

Kevin knows I can’t go back to the dorms now that I have kids so he offers me to move in with him, completely free. He says he has several spare rooms and he would love it if I moved into one of them. I consider it and finally I accept it. I know we won’t be sleeping together right away but I’m sure both of us want the same thing. He promises I’ll never be alone and that he’s helping me to cover everything the babies will need. I cry again and again because I had nothing to offer to my kids and I was very likely giving them up to my parents but now I know I can keep them and give them a house and maybe a family.

A while later when the babies are sleeping, a nurse comes with some papers I have to sign with the babies’ information, she leaves while I do it. I read it and I find some interesting information. Baby #1 was born at 10:46 PM and weighed 9.6 pounds while baby #2 was born at 11:22 PM and weighed 9.8 pounds. They’re big, like really big. Then I continue reading and on the “Father” line it already says “Kevin Wilkerson” and on the “Mother” line it says “Zane Jacobs”. I look up at Kevin and he just smiles back at me.

“Sorry, when we got in, they asked if I was the father and we both said yes and they filled it with my name and they apologized because it says mother but that’s all they have though you’re not exactly a mother. But they say it won’t make any difference. About my name… we can ask them to change it because if you leave it like that, the babies will have my last name and I’m not sure what you think about that.” Kevin says nervously and I smile.

“No, I wouldn’t want it any other way. It’s perfect this way.” I say and he comes closer to kiss me.

On the babies’ file there are empty lines to fill up with the babies’ names. I tell Kevin the names I had for them and he likes them so, I take the pen and write “Zachary Wilkerson” and “Zander Wilkerson”. I smile and put the file aside while Kevin starts kissing me so passionately I completely forget all the pain that I have just gone through. I rub his huge muscles while we kiss and I wonder how big his kids would grow inside me. What a nice way to spend Valentine’s Day.

bigmpregnm:

Now that I’m pregnant, my clothes don’t fit me anymore. This tiny piece is the only thing I have to wear but I’m starting to get uncomfortable with it on so… maybe you’d like to come and help me take it off? I know you like my strong thighs but I know you’ll love my backside and with these boys inside me I’m gettin kinda… horny. So, I’ll be waiting for you.