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I hate this jet. I hate how tiny its seats feel… but I guess I shouldn’t be here, at all… but I had to. I had been on paternity leave for 4 weeks when my boss called me saying that I had to make this trip to sign a super important contract with a huge company that will bring millions to our company. I had been working on this for almost a year so it had to be me. Thankfully my tailor did wonders to get me a nice outfit and everything went amazingly. Now I’m going back home, cramped in our company’s private jet with a 9 months pregnant belly… with triplets.
This morning when I had the meeting and we signed the contract, I started to have what I knew were contractions but my doctor told me a few days ago that the babies weren’t even close to being in the right position so he expected them to come out in about a week. That meant I had enough time to come to this trip and go back home before labor started. That was the plan but I’m really worried he might’ve been wrong because the contractions have been getting stronger.
At least I’m heading home already so I try to get comfortable on my seat. I take my shoes off and try to not think about the contractions. I’ve made this trip so many times before without problem but today everything feels tiny around me. I’m literally cramped and uncomfortable. I rub my belly while the kids move a lot and try to calm them down. I check on my phone and we still have two more hours before landing. There’s no way I’m giving birth on this plane, that’s the worst scenery possible.
Just a few minutes later I feel this super strong contraction that makes me scream. I squirm in pain until it passes and I move forward on the seat to try to get comfortable. I feel like I have to go to the bathroom but when I try to get up I feel my pants getting wet and a pool of fluids forms around my feet. I breathe through the pain and then I realize what is happening… my water just broke. Damn, my boss is going to kill me if I give birth in his jet. At least I got him some millions dollars a few hours ago.
I try to calm down and breathe. Labor usually takes hours so I have nothing to worry about, I hope so. Also, the babies are probably not in the right position like the doctor had said. The only problem is that the contractions start to get closer and stronger. The only thing I can do is breathe and rub my belly, hoping the babies will stay in there until we have landed. Not that hard, right?
The captain hears me grunting and puts the jet on autopilot for a while to see what’s happening. When he comes out of the cabin and sees what’s happening, he gets scared and I fear he’ll pass out. He gets even worse when he notices my water has broken already. I’m already scared and he’s not helping at all.
I try to deal with the pain and breath through the contractions but half an hour after my water has broken, I can’t stand the pain anymore and I feel a massive pressure building in my ass while my belly feels like it’ll rip to shreds. It seems like one of the babies is already in position and he wants out NOW!
When my ass feels like it might burst and my contractions are one on top of the other, the captain helps me take my pants and underwear off. I’m definitely giving birth to at least one baby on this plane and there’s no way to stop it now. The captain looks nervous while he starts looking for things to use to cut the cords and wrap the baby… or babies, once they’re born. I’m simply terrified.
I lie on the floor and I still try to resist the urge to push but the captain says I have to do it because he already sees a head starting to come out. It seems like he has some basic medical training or something because he kinda knows what I have to do. Good for me because I have no idea what I’m doing. I just follow what he commands me to do and it seems to be working because the pressure in my ass is getting even more intense while the head of my first baby starts to crown.
My first baby boy is big and I use all my strength to push but I feel like I’m tearing in half. I regret the moment I let that huge guy knock me up 9 months ago. I have a thing for muscular tall guys and the man who knocked me up was the tallest and most muscular man I have ever met. The bad side is that the bastard ran away when we found out I was having triplets. He left me these three big gifts that are now destroying my womb and my hole.
The head is huge and now that’s crowning I fear I won’t be able to do this. This is not the place I thought I would be giving birth. I was supposed to give birth in a hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses but here I am pushing the first baby out of me on a plane while we fly over the sea. Fantastic.
The pressure is intense and I feel like my hips are getting numb. My legs are weak and I feel like my hole will tear and I’ll bleed to death. The captain keeps telling me to push and I do the best I can. I push for 45 minutes until my first son finally leaves my body and lands on the captain’s waiting hands. My baby starts crying immediately and the captain cleans his little face with a towel.
I try to catch my breath back but my nipples start to leak to the sound of the baby crying. I take the baby in my arms and open my shirt to reveal my big milky pecs to place him on my nipple where he starts sucking immediately. The feeling is so odd but amazing at the same time. I have no idea what the captain does because I am too entranced looking at the baby, but a few minutes later he cuts the cord while I breastfeed my son.
The captain says he has to go back to the cabin because we’re getting kinda close to the airport. I feel relieved because that means my next baby will be born once we have landed but… I’m wrong. The captain has just left and I start having contractions again. Even with how stretched I already am, the second baby is as hard as the first one. I feel the head stretching my hole to the limit again but this time I have no idea how good or how bad I’m doing because I can’t see anything pass my still big belly on the way.
It takes me 20 minutes of grunting, screaming, squirming and crying, to finally give birth to my second son. By now we’re already descending but we haven’t landed yet. I have to catch the baby myself and it’s kinda complicated but I manage to do it with my free hand and clean his little face while his older brother sleeps peacefully
I take the second baby to my chest too and he sucks on my nipple in hunger just like his older brother did a few minutes ago. My hands are full so I can’t cut the cord of the second baby but I feel the jet landing so I know soon I’ll get some help. Hopefully the medical staff is already waiting for us. The problem is that the landing triggers my contractions again and the third baby starts to come out while the jet is still moving. It seems like I’m getting out of this okane with three babies in my arms.
I feel the third baby descending through my canal but my pushes do nothing, he is coming out on his own and I can’t stop him. I try to keep him inside as long as I can because I have no one there to catch him but the baby keeps coming out, slowly though. When the jet stops, I feel the head getting completely out of my hole and soon the shoulders are going through. It hurta like fuck and everything is happening way too fast.
The emergency staff comes running to help me and they come right on time to catch the third baby when he slides out of my body. When I hear my third son crying, I feel relieved and while they clean him and cut the cords, I try to catch my breath back with my three sons resting on my chest. They look identical to each other and pretty similar to me, though they have some of their dad’s features. That’s nice, he was such a hottie.
The captain has already called my boss about my emergency and thankfully he was happy about the contract I had signed early. The captain tells me my boss is giving 6 months of paternity leave with a full salary and a huge bonus. The captain gets a bonus too for his help. After all the stress and pain, we all win something.
I look down at my babies while the paramedics carry me out of the jet and I can’t believe how fast my labor has been. I can’t believe I have finally given birth to the tiny humans who kicked my ribs every day… and I can’t believe how wrong the doctor’s estimations were for their arrival.
The next few days were crazy. Nathan and Tom were doing really great as parents but I guess it was to be expected since they had a lot of practice with Nick, Rick and Patrick. Even then, Luke and I had to help them a lot because it was overwhelming for them to do everything on their own. It’s not the same to have little brothers to take care of and leave the dirty diapers to dad, than having to change the dirty diapers. They learned first hand that babies are not just cute and sweet but also really challenging. Tom usually had the hardest part because he also had to breastfeed the twins and he said it was uncomfortable but somehow sweet.
As the days passed, my pregnancy was going perfectly fine. It was literally as good, and as bad, as the first one so I don’t have a lot to say about it. Luke was annoyingly overprotective and it got me really mad sometimes. Regan and Peter were constantly on top of me trying to rub my belly and talk to the babies. Nick, Rick and Patrick were hungry all the time and only stopped their crying when they had my nipples in their mouths. I’ll be honest, the pregnancy was fine but my family, everything about them, was overwhelming. Obviously I tried to deal with it all because I knew I was just hormonal and moody because of the pregnancy but there were some days when I wanted to run away from everyone and just have some rest. I hated to feel like that because it reminded me of my ex-wife but I wasn’t leaving my family, I just needed to relax. But it was impossible.
So, a few weeks after Tommy’s and Nate’s birth, everyone was getting ready for school and considering I had a big belly and big pecs, I decided to stay home with the 5 babies while all the boys went with Luke to get the things they needed. Nathan wasn’t that much of a problem since he was used to his life as a college guy but Tom was so nervous that he made me want to be deaf to not hear about his fears. Don’t get me wrong, he had the right to be nervous considering his freakness and the fact that he had just given birth, but I was pregnant and moody so I found it really annoying.
Tom had managed to get into Nathan’s college but without a scholarship so Luke was paying for his whole tuition. Tom was against it initially but we insisted and as part of the family, it was only logical for us to pay for everything he needed. The main problem was that Tom thought it was too soon to go back to a regular life because he still had a big set of pecs and some extra pudge around his waist. Again, he had the right to be scared but it was pretty annoying.
We wanted him to get a degree and he wanted it too but he was just afraid, so we made a deal. He would go to college, get good grades and we would pay for all the things he would need. I told him that for me to allow Nathan to be with him, the both of them would have to get good grades. That sealed the deal, Tom said he would graduate with honors as long as he was with Nathan. I just laughed and promised I would take care of Tommy and Nate whenever it would be necessary so he could focus on his classes and homeworks. Tom nodded and smiled. He was the sweetest guy ever, he was even better than my own sons sometimes but he was just scared of people finding out he had been pregnant. Totally understandable but he really needed to try to get a normal life even with the milky pecs on the way.
On the other hand, Regan and Peter were doing as good as kids their age could do. They had been at the top of their respective classes, they were doing amazing with sports and at home they were good kids too. The only problem with them was that they acted like the both of them were 10 or 12 years old. They were always having arguments about little things and they were so intense when the babies were involved. Some days they even raced to take care of the triplets or Tom’s twins. It was sweet and you’ll think I’m overreacting but it was pretty overwhelming sometimes. They had so much energy to do so many things and they were always trying to do so much while I just wanted to relax. I really wanted to hide from them for a while. I know I sound like a terrible father but you can’t imagine how stressful it was for a pregnant man like me to have a whole family behind you trying to help you or complaining about anything. Now I understand that I have the best family ever and I was ju being hormonal
So, the day the boys started their school year, I was 24 weeks along and I had a peaceful day with my babies and grandbabies. I weighed 272 pounds and that had been my weight around the 32nd week of my first pregnancy so I already had to do everything in slow motion. I was doing fine though. The triplets were almost six months old so they were pretty easy to take care of. I was used to being their dairy cow so it wasn’t such a hard task. Tommy and Nate were too little to be such a big problem because they had long naps and usually cried when they were hungry. Some days they cried a lot and I think it was because they just missed Tom and Nathan. Taking care of the babies wasn’t that easy but it wasn’t an impossible mission either.
The days passed and things were amazing. Luke was helping me to take care of all the babies while all the boys were at school. Nathan was doing great, Tom was doing great, Regan was doing great and then… Peter. Peter was the best student ever and the sweetest guy ever but one day, in the middle of October, I got a call from his school asking me to go there immediately because Peter had gotten in a fight. I told them I was sending someone else because I was busy but they insisted it had to be me because I was the one responsible for him. That morning Luke had gotten an emergency call from the clinic so I was home alone with 5 babies and a big 29 weeks along with triplets pregnant belly. I had no option so I put on several layers of clothes, loaded all the kids in the back seat of my car and managed to squeeze my pregnant body behind the steering wheel. I weighed 286 pounds so there was a lot of body to fit behind the steering wheel.
I was so nervous because I knew I looked like a freak. My belly was pretty big already but then I remembered the day when I first met with Tom, I was actually bigger back then. The only difference was that now I had huge pecs and five babies to carry while waddling around. I was so mad at Peter that I got to the school in no time. Slowly I managed to put the babies in a quints stroller Luke had gotten for me to move all the kids easily but I knew it looked ridiculous. The huge stroller and the fat man waddling and sweating like a pig with just a few steps. I wanted to kill Peter. By the time I got to the principal’s office I was already exhausted and I found Peter looking ashamed, sitting next to a bigger guy who had a black eye and several bruises. I was really disappointed but also really ashamed because everyone was looking at me like I was a whole circus show. The principal, the teachers, the other guy and his mom, everyone was looking at the fat looking man with the horde of kids who had just walked in.
The worst part of it all was that while the principal was talking, the babies in my belly started to move a lot and made me gasp sometimes. Everyone turned around to look at me when I did it and I really wanted to run away. Then Nick and Rick woke up and started to cry. Peter tried to calm them down but I couldn’t concentrate on the principal’s words. I knew it was almost time for the babies midday feedings and that meant my pecs were filling up to fulfill their demands. Once Peter had finally calmed the babies down, I finally understood that the boy with the black eye was the school’s bully and Peter had gotten in a fight to defend a girl who was being bullied by that boy. My son was actually a hero but they still had to suspend him for a week for getting in a fight but the other boy got expelled. By then I was desperate because my pecs were so full and I knew the next step was milk coming out of my nipples like fountains.
I tried to run to get in the car to breastfeed the babies because while we walked through the halls I already had wet spots growing around my pecs. I think nobody saw me but I was definitely not getting back to that school in a long time. The following week when Peter went back to school, the principal asked him about me and the babies and he explained that they were my sons and grandsons. Obviously he didn’t tell the principal all the details but he was really surprised about the whole story. I wonder what his reaction would’ve been if he would’ve known that I had given birth to my sons, a guy had given birth to my grandsons and that I was pregnant again.
A few days later, on October 18th, we were celebrating Tom’s 19th birthday. My whole family was making jokes while Peter told them how everyone had reacted when I walked in the principal’s office. Tom was the only one who defended me because he knew how it felt but we both knew it was pretty funny. Tom said he was surely not getting pregnant ever again because it was way too hard to have a normal life and he was already getting used to being a “normal” college guy. Tom was a really nice guy and cried a lot when Luke brought the several gifts we had gotten for him. It seemed like he felt unworthy of us caring so much about him. Nathan just hugged and kissed him trying to calm him down but Tom was pretty emotional. That night, Nathan told us that he had gotten a part time job to help with the babies’ stuff. It was nice of him even when it wasn’t necessary but Luke and I agreed that he needed that responsibility.
So, the days passed and something was getting my attention. As Tommy and Nate got older, I was noticing something really familiar about them. When they were born, they looked like copies of Tom but all the babies change to look different as the weeks pass. When Regan was born, he looked a lot like my ex-wife but now he’s the one who looks the most like me. The thing is, Tommy and Nate reminded me a lot about when Nathan was a baby. By the time they were 2 and a half months old, their eyes were like looking into Nathan’s eyes, same shape, same color and their hair was getting darker… just like Nathan’s. I know it sounds crazy but I was a hormonal mess and I had a lot of free time so I created a whole story in my mind but I said nothing about it. I had to trust my son, right? He had told us that he wasn’t the biological father so I had to believe him, right? I had raised him better than to be a liar, right?
By the time December started, I was already 36 weeks along and I was starting to have some trouble taking care of the kids. I weighed 306 pounds and my belly was big, as big as it had been the day I had given birth to the first triplets but I still had a whole month to go. My pecs were incredibly big and Luke said it was because my body was preparing to breastfeed the new babies while I was still breastfeeding the older triplets and even Tom’s twins every once in a while. I felt like a baby machine. Luke was always there to help me but his hands were tied when we had to feed them because we didn’t want to give them formula nor give them my milk in bottles. I wanted to breastfeed them as long as possible, even with three more babies on the way. I felt more attached to them while breastfeeding and I wasn’t ready to see them grow. Part of me was still sad because Nathan was growing up and already had his own family so I really needed to feel attached to the babies.
Luke was an amazing dad so I was really pleased to have him next to me while our family kept growing. Every single day he told me he was falling in love over and over again and he loved to show me his love. Up to this point I haven’t mention this but on my second pregnancy I had the best sex I had gotten so far. Luke was insatiable, every night after the babies had fallen asleep, he crawled on top of me and then he sent me over the edge over and over again. The bigger I got, the harder he fucked me and I loved it. His big dick buried deep inside my hole was the best way for me to close a really tiring day. He kissed my pecs and belly while he thrusted into me and kept saying how much he loved me.
Everyday he told me he wanted me to give him even more kids and as hot as it sounded I felt like I was done with being pregnant after two consecutive pregnancies. Even then, I loved to hear him say he wanted to fill me up with kids over and over again. He said he wanted to have the biggest family ever and that we made handsome and perfect babies. I agreed with every single word and in the heat of the moment I pictured myself surrounded by babies while breastfeeding some of them and Luke rubbing my big belly where even more babies were growing. Every night Luke made my logical thoughts to go on vacations and my mind was filled with pure sex desire and I just played along with his words. While his thick dick made me moan, I rubbed the sides of my belly where our kids kicked me like they wanted to come out already. Part of me wondered if they were understanding and wanted to come out for their dad to fill me up with some little brothers for them.
I felt like the whole universe wanted me to be a baby machine. It wasn’t just Luke the one who kept talking about more babies. Every once in a while, my sons brought up the topic while we were having dinner and they got so annoyingly insistent on them wanting more little brothers then I kinda wanted to run away. I just looked at them and laughed because even though another pregnancy wasn’t in my plans, the first one and the second one had never been in my plans either, so…
December was filled with a lot of things. Luke had estimated my due date to be around Christmas so he was getting more overprotective than ever before. He said I needed to rest and he wanted me to be in bed rest the whole day. Even though I really wanted to rest, I didn’t want to feel like a beached whale. I already looked like a whale so I just didn’t want to act like a beached one. Luke had to help me with some things though. I couldn’t stand up on my own, I couldn’t hold the babies while waddling around because I needed my hands to give my back some support and I couldn’t put on my own clothes.
Yeah, I know it sounds like I was useless but considering I was over 300 hundred pounds and getting heavier by the day, you can’t blame me for needing some help. Luke had even asked for a month-long vacation so he could be with me the whole time to help me. He was in charge of everything, even to take care of my needs. Luke is the most perfect human being that I have ever known. He makes everything look so easy and he always has a smile, even when he has babies crying in his arms. I couldn’t and still can’t believe how lucky I am with such a perfect man next to me. And hot as fuck. His muscles look like there’s no limit for how big he can get. He just keeps blowing up my mind every single day. I love him so much.
So, as the days passed and I had more time to think, my mind started wondering more and more about how much Tommy and Nate looked like Nathan. I even found pics of Nathan, Regan and Peter as babies and I could identify many things of my sons in my grandsons’ faces. When the twins were 4 months old, I was sure they were Nathan’s but I needed to confirm it. I know it sounds like I was paranoid but I spent most of my days sitting or lying down while three babies kicked my ribs nonstop, while three more babies suckled on my nipples and I was sure my oldest son was lying to me. I had the right to be paranoid.
So, I told Luke what I was thinking and he admitted that he had noticed the resemblance too. I asked if there was a way for me to know if the babies were blood related to me and he said there was. So, we took samples and sent them to a lab. We had to wait at least 10 days for the results to come back because of the holidays but I already knew the answer. Even then, I said nothing.
The days passed and Tom started acting kinda weird. He was shyer, he looked tired and I even saw him crying a few days before Christmas. Then Nathan joined him and literally started to avoid me. He talked to me but only in short conversations and never looked me in the eyes. I wondered if they had found out about the DNA tests but there was no way for them to know, unless Luke had told them and I was sure it wasn’t the case. The closer to my due date I got, the more paranoid I was about everything. On Christmas Eve we had a nice dinner but all along I felt like there was a secret or something and I really wanted to know. My whole body was uncomfortable because I was huge and my mind was seeing ghosts everywhere. My hormones were over the roof and were driving me crazy. I was like a time bomb.
On Christmas morning we had another great family time and since everyone was in the house, I spent most of my day in bed just rubbing my belly and eating like never before. I was getting so anxious and it just made me hungrier than ever before. I was already so full of babies that all the eating left me feeling like I might explode at any second. My belly felt so tight and my whole body was so uncomfortable that I really thought my skin was ripping. That day I started to have some contractions but I knew I still had to wait, the show was just starting and my anxiousness was just getting worse.
On December 31st, I weighed 332 pounds and I felt like I was about to burst. The contractions were getting stronger but they came randomly. I could hardly breathe most of the time because the babies were crushing my organs and even my lungs suffered. I was 4 days overdue and I was so ready to pop but even with Luke trying several times a day to induce my labor with his dick, I was still pregnant. Although, every morning he hugged me and made me feel at peace while his arms surrounded me. That morning we were rubbing my huge belly and I looked down at my own huge body and for a few minutes I forgot my paranoia, the anxiousness, the fear, I just enjoyed my man’s arms against mine and smiled when I realized that I was soon meeting my new babies. At that moment I couldn’t wish for anything better than what I had, but Fate still had a couple more surprises for me.
When we came back home from the beach, I talked with Luke about Nathan and Tom. I wanted to know his opinion and it really surprised me when he said he was already sure they had feelings for each other. Luke gave me his point of view because I was still confused about Nathan getting involved with Tom. Luke said he loved me so much that he had loved my sons from the very beginning, only because they were a part of me. He said that even before he met Nathan, Regan and Peter, he knew he would love them because they were an extension of me. Then when he met them, he realized that if he loved me, his responsibility wasn’t just with me but with them too. He said he would do anything for them because he loved the boys as much as he loved the babies and as much as he loved the ones in my belly. He made me understand how Nathan was feeling and it really helped me to kinda accept what was happening.
Even then, I said nothing and just tried to act normal but it was hard. I was a pregnant man and my hormones were messing with my emotions. Some days I woke completely sure that Nathan and Tom were meant to be together and even accepted that soon Regan and Peter would find a special person too. There were other days when I would find myself crying in the bathroom while looking at pics of Nathan as a baby and as a kid; don’t judge me, I was a hormonal mess.
The hardest part for me was that my family seemed to be pretty fine about everything, I was the only crazy one. Regan and Peter acted like Tom was already their brother-in-law. I wasn’t against it, at all, but I just couldn’t get around the thought of my boy being in a relationship while I was pregnant. I think the problem was not Nathan’s relationship, but the fact that I was having more kids. I mean, I was old enough to be a grandparent and considering Tom’s babies would be Nathan’s if they got together, I was already having grandkids… while I was pregnant myself. I felt old and it confused me.
Anyways, apart from my emotional confusion, my pregnancy was going smoothly. The babies were growing like they should, my terrible symptoms were gone and new ones were coming but I knew very well what to expect. My belly was getting big and I honestly loved to be so full with life. I can’t describe the joy one day when I had two of the triplets suckling on my nipples and then the babies inside my belly started to kick and move. I couldn’t contain my tears and Luke, who was holding the third triplet next to me, came quickly and placed his hand on my belly to feel them move and cried along with me. I know some of you will say we’re annoyingly cheesy but Luke and I were so in love and loved all our kids so much that our entire life was like a dream come true. Once the babies moved for the first time, they barely stopped. They were probably more active than the first triplets and even when it was uncomfortable, I loved it.
Luke was also in love with all the action going on in my belly. Just like on my first pregnancy, he spent hours just feeling them move and rubbing my belly. Peter and Regan were also there to rub my belly and talk to the babies. They weren’t in school at the moment so they spent a lot of time in the house and most of that time, they were taking care of the older triplets while also talking to the babies in my belly. I really enjoyed to spend some family time with all my kids, it was a perfect picture. Most of our evenings, once Luke had arrived from work, we all would spend a wonderful time in the living room. Let me describe it so you get how beautiful it was. I sat on the couch and rubbed my belly, with Luke by my side holding baby Nick, next to Luke was Regan holding baby Rick and on my other side sat Peter with baby Patrick on his arms; in front of us, there were Nathan and Tom both of them with their hands on Tom’s extremely active belly. Simply perfect.
I was doing great and most of my days I was really confident about everything but poor Tom was already on the stage where everything is uncomfortable. When August started, he got to the 40 weeks mark and there was no sign of labor. Luke had estimated his due date to be around August 5th but that day came and went and apart from some Braxton Hicks, labor was not coming soon enough for Tom. He complained all day about the tightness on his skin, that he felt like a whale and a few days before his due date, he even cried saying that he was fat. Luke and the boys just laughed but I hugged him because I knew very well how he felt. I was an expert on hormonal crying so I knew he needed some support. Anyway, we all were ready to help him deliver the babies but he just kept complaining and no actual labor was coming. Luke advised him on a few things he could do to trigger his labor but while Luke listed the options, Nathan answered that they had tried them all. Funny fact, Luke mentioned sex and I saw Tom blushing when Nathan answered they have tried them all without even thinking it.
So, the days passed and Tom was miserable. Part of me wanted to laugh when I saw him complaining or crying because he was just having twins and he was just a few days overdue. With my first pregnancy I went 5 days overdue with triplets, and big triplets not normal sized triplets. Even then, I tried to be really supportive to Tom and helped him as much as I could. Nathan was almost all the time next to Tom trying to make him feel better but sometimes Tom was so moody that he would shout out to Nathan asking to leave him alone. I really wanted to laugh in those moments because I knew what Tom was feeling and I knew it was a lesson for Nathan to learn how hard it is to be in a relationship, especially with a pregnant person. By the way, up to that moment, Nathan hadn’t told me about his relationship with Tom so I acted like they were just friends.
So, now the fun part. On August 10th, Tom was finally starting to show some early signs of labor. His belly was dropping, he was having “contractions” and he said they were painful but I knew it was just starting. He said he felt his clothes getting suddenly too tight and getting hot out of nowhere. He also said his pecs were leaking milk like never before and he complained about random hard-ons whenever the babies moved. I know he sounds like a kick in the balls and yeah, he kinda was but, you can’t blame him… he was just an 18 years old boy who was pregnant with twins, he wasn’t just young but he was not even supposed to be pregnant. He used to be a fit guy and now he weighed 245 pounds so, it was really stressful. Then there was the babies’ dad, who had disappeared, what an asshole. Then there were his parents that kicked him out instead of helping him and the fact that he had to sleep on the streets at such a young age; he had the right to complain about everything.
Back to the fun… on August 10th, Tom went to sleep with a dropped belly and his whole body aching. The next morning, I woke up really early and went to the bathroom. The babies had been moving like crazy and it usually makes me want to pee every few hours. I was just 20 weeks along and I was already struggling with a lot of things. Anyway, when I came out of the bathroom, I thought of getting back in bed with Luke who looked especially hot that morning but I went to the kitchen because it was Nathan’s 19th birthday and I wanted to prepare a special breakfast for him. Luke was usually the cook in the house because he didn’t want me to do anything but he was sleeping so I just kissed his forehead and sneaked out of the room. I knew Nathan usually woke up really early to work out in our home gym so I knew I had to be fast before he finished his workout.
So, I was walking to the kitchen and the babies were kicking my guts really hard, especially hard that morning. Then I heard a noise coming from Tom’s room and I realized he was probably in labor so I went there. When I was right in front of his door, I heard him groaning and I thought he was in labor so I walked in without knocking first. What I found there was not what I was expecting. I saw Nathan’s strong back and bare ass and… Tom’s legs in the air… Nathan was fucking Tom. I stood there for a fraction of a second but it felt like ages. Nathan noticed I had walked and moved away from Tom but he stumbled and fell on the ground facing me in a sitting position. There was my son, completely naked, with his huge hard-on and big balls on full display with a scary face like not knowing what to do. I’ll admit that part of me was proud because his dick was really big, probably as big as Luke’s, and his body was pretty big for his age too but I was also mad and I really needed an explanation.
Tom stayed in bed completely stay, like a deer on a spotlight and his crotch was completely visible too, he also had a pretty decent dick and balls but his belly was too big to not be the main attraction to anyone’s sight. All of these happened in like 4 or 5 seconds but I felt like it was an eternity. Then Tom covered up and Nathan tried to do the same but he couldn’t find anything to cover his crotch. When he finally found his clothes, he said he could explain and I just listened to him. He told me he was in love with Tom, nothing new, he also said he wanted to be Tom’s babies’ dad, only logical, and that he had been looking for the right moment to tell me but he was scared of my reaction. Then Tom continued and told me he loved my son even before we had helped him and that he had been insisting on Nathan telling me about them from the very beginning. They talked about their love and Nathan sat next to Tom to kiss him and prove to me their point. My boy was cheesy too.
I sighed and told him I was disappointed because they hadn’t told me about them earlier. Then I explained that I believed them about their love but things weren’t that easy. While I was talking and giving them a speech about responsibilities, I noticed Tom was rubbing his belly a lot and then he let out a loud groan while clutching his belly. Then Nathan told me that Tom had been having contractions all night long and that he was fucking him to speed up labor. I considered Nathan’s dick size and I was sure he had sped up the process, sorry… just a proud dad talking about his son’s dick. I saw Tom was in actual pain so, I commanded Nathan to go wake Luke up because we needed his help. Nathan ran to my room and I stayed alone with Tom who was crying and apologizing over and over again for not telling me about his relationship with Nathan. I just smiled, caressed his hair and told him it was ok, I was actually pretty fine about it.
When the contraction passed, I helped Tom to breathe through the pain. We had been practicing some exercises to prepare him for the birth so he knew what to do even when he was so scared. A few minutes later, Nathan came in running with Luke. The first thing Luke did was put on some globes and check on Tom’s dilation. Luke said Tom was around 6 centimeters dilated but his water hadn’t broken yet so we needed to do something to take him to the next stage of labor. Immediately Tom looked at Nathan and I noticed Nathan’s dick responding in his pants but I just said: “Enough sex for today”. Both of them blushed and we helped Tom to put on some clothes so he could walk around the house. Luke and I covered Tom’s bed with a plastic that Luke had brought from his work for Tom to be able to give birth on bed without ruining the mattress. We knew what to expect so we were more prepared than when I had given birth.
Tom walked for a while and he had several contractions but thankfully Nathan was by his side to hold him. Luke and I were preparing a few things… Well, Luke was doing it because I had already gained 30 pounds and it was all in my belly so I struggled to move that much. Anyway, around 8:30 AM, Tom had been walking for about an hour when we heard a loud cry and a splash sound that echoed around the house, finally his water had broken. Nathan helped Tom to undress and get in bed because the contractions were coming one on top of the other already and Tom was literally crying in pain. Luke checked on his dilation and surprisingly, he was already 10 centimeters. We all got in position, Nathan by his side holding his hand, me on the other side drying up his sweat and tears. I rubbed Tom’s belly and it was so tight. Luke got between Tom’s legs while commanding him to push.
Tom was in so much pain but he was doing really great. I could see his whole body tensing while he pushed and I heard Luke describing how the baby was slowly coming out. Nathan was on the verge of crying every time Tom cried out in pain but he was really supportive. Tom was being really loud and I knew he would wake the other boys up but I understood the pain was too much to be quiet. Tom kept saying he couldn’t do it and Nathan kept repeating to him “Yes you can. Do it for our boys.” When I heard those words, I really understood how committed Nathan was to becoming Tom’s babies’ dad. He made me feel really proud. While Tom pushed, Luke described how the baby’s head was slowly coming out. When the baby was crowning, Tom was screaming really loud in pain until the head was completely out and he could rest for a few seconds.
At that moment, Regan and Peter walked in the room and saw the head of the baby out of Tom’s hole and their expressions were priceless. My sweet boys were nearly passing out even when it was just a few seconds because Nathan shouted out to them to leave the room. They literally ran away. So, Tom kept pushing with the next contractions and his groans and screams were terrible while the shoulders passed through, he couldn’t contain his tears. Even with all the pain, he kept pushing and around 9:15 AM the first baby was completely out of him and crying loudly. Tom was still crying but they were tears of joy looking at his handsome big baby. 9.1 pounds weighed Tom’s first baby and he looked perfect. He was like a little copy of Tom.
When Luke placed the baby on Tom’s pec and the baby started to suck on his nipple, I saw Nathan also crying and caressing the baby’s hand. Tom and Nathan kissed while both of them cried and I have to admit that I was really happy. Luke hugged me and caressed my own belly like reminding me that soon I would be the one pushing babies out of me. Then Luke asked Tom if he already had a name for the baby and Tom looked at Nathan. Tom said they were naming the baby after the dad and grandad, “Nathan Luke Barnes”. I couldn’t contain my tears and Luke couldn’t contain his tears either. We hugged Nathan, Tom and baby Nate while we all cried. Nathan asked me if I would agree with the baby having our last name. I just kissed Nate and told them: “It’s only logical for my grandson to have my last name.”
We spent a few minutes with them but Tom’s contractions weren’t coming. Luke and I went to check on our triplets. When we got to our room, Regan and Peter were already there taking care of the triplets. We told them everything about baby Nate to the boys and a few minutes later we heard Tom crying out in pain again. Baby number two was already on the way and it seemed like he was in a rush because by the time we got back to Tom’s room, we could clearly see the hairy head coming out of Tom’s body. Nathan was holding Nate in his arms, while also holding Tom’s hand.
Tom pushed and he was again crying but it seemed like the baby was coming out faster than the first. Tom said it was more painful than the first though. Tom said he felt like he was tearing in half and he looked like it because the baby was a bit bigger than his older brother. Also, Tom’s dick was looking painfully hard and when he was able to clear the head of the second baby, his dick started to shoot big globs of cum all over his own belly. Tom groaned in pleasure and pain and Nathan blushed and smiled. I wanted to laugh because Tom was apologizing while he pushed the shoulders out and Luke explained that it was normal. Tom was really ashamed but it made him push even harder because soon the baby was completely out of him and crying loudly on Luke’s hands. At 9:45 AM, my second grandson was born and he looked just as perfect as his older brother. He was a bit bigger and weighed 9.5 pounds. Luke handed Tom the baby and immediately his tiny mouth looked for Tom’s nipple. Then, Nathan sat next to Tom with Nate in his arms and Tom said: “Happy birthday big guy, I hope you like your presents”. Nathan smiled and said: “The best birthday so far, thanks to you and these two perfect little buddies.”
I was really proud of Tom and extremely proud of Nathan who was acting like the most caring partner and dad ever. Well, the second one because Luke is definitely the sweetest and most perfect partner in human history. so, we asked for the second baby’s name and they got me in tears again when Tom said they were naming him after his daddy and granddaddy: “Thomas Grant Barnes”. I cried again, blamed the hormones, and went to kiss baby Tommy while he suckled on Tom’s nipple. Some minutes later, Tom birthed the placenta and we could finally clean everything while Nathan helped Tom to put on some clothes. I was really happy and I couldn’t believe I had grandsons. Imagine how Luke was feeling with two grandsons at his age but you had to see how in love he was with Nate and Tommy, it was unbelievably sweet.
Then when Regan and Peter came with the triplets, they went literally crazy. I’m pretty sure even the triplets were happy. Regan and Peter were already discussing who would be the favorite uncle and things like that. They even said the babies looked a bit like Nathan… weird, right? We just laughed and enjoyed the precious family time we had. I had my fiancé by my side and our three coming babies kicking inside me, my oldest son with his boyfriend holding my two grandsons and my second and third sons holding my fourth, fifth and sixth sons. What else could I wish for? Fate had already given me everything I needed and there was still more to come.
To celebrate, @elishevart and I collaborated on this piece of the Stan twins and Co. watching movies and or the New Years Ball Drop (thought the latter wouldn’t be canon to the Maternity au). And thank you, El! Both for working with me on this and being my friend this year.
I did this illustration based in a dream that I has in the same day. I wanted to train more flat art, for me, its a good way to practice light and shadow.
Time for another mpreg commission ❤ a heavily pregnant beach day! If you dig this be sure to go check out Bec Santus on all of their platforms, they draw beautiful bellies of all kinds : )
