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Cruising to New Life - Part 7

As she noticed the clock tick over to 2am Donna held a hand tightly to her belly. She was certain that she was in labour, the last 4 weeks or so of on and off Braxton Hicks contractions feeling different to these. The problem was that they hadn’t developed since she started to notice them in the dead of night.

She sat still in the bed and watched the clock as she felt the movement of the boat sway her, she watched 10 minutes pass, then 8 minutes, then back to 10 again between each surge. She tried to ignore them and drop back off to sleep once more but after another half hour of restlessness she gave up.

Paul, her husband, was snoring soundly by her side one hand draped against the underside of her belly, oblivious to the insomnia his wife was suffering with.

Donna pulled the cups of her nightgown down, exposing her breasts. She knew that nipple stimulation could help strengthen the contractions - and right now she was willing to try anything. At worst, a quick play will take her mind off things and maybe, just maybe she would fall back off again.

She hefted the weight of both her breasts in her hands, always surprised at how much they grew during pregnancy and breastfeeding. Though this was her third pregnancy, she was always amazed when her body went through the changes. Her hearing drifted to the sounds of the others in the room with her. Her husband and two sons breathing slow and steady. Husband in bed with her, 2 children in the bunk beds separating their portion of the room by a pull over curtain so they had a chance to go to sleep earlier whilst the adults kept a light on to stay up late.

As she pulled on her nipples, she caught her breath hitching. She can’t moan she thought – can’t risk waking the children. Her thumb and forefinger rolled in repetitive motions, moisture from the colostrum coating her fingers. Her husband stirred in his sleep, some ingrained sense that something was up, Donna felt his hand move up and down the underside of her bump. She stared over at him, and there was absolutely no sign of any movement in his face to suggest he was on anything other than autopilot. For all she knew, he was having a very good time in his dream world.

She decided to take a chance, her hand reaching down below her belly and grasping Pauls, guiding it down to slip underneath her panties, and into the folds between her legs. As she felt the fingers probe deeper, she noticed that he had stirred awake, sleep addled eyes looking at her.

“Shhh. Quiet, don’t wake the kids.” she whispered, as he took in the scene in front of him. His wife, both breasts exposed, her hand holding his between her legs as her thighs clenched around it, and her lips approaching his for a kiss. He felt her silky lips touch his and he sank back into the bed as she rolled over, shoving her weight up on her arm as she swung her legs over his hips, releasing his hand in the process. She figured the real thing could well be better as she lowered herself down, the soft material of her panties touching the soft material of his own pyjama bottoms, and the hard shaft underneath, which was her intended target after all.

Her belly rubbed against his torso as she reached down to pull back the front of his pyjamas and freeing his cock, which sprung up to attention. She leaned in and landed kiss after kiss on him as her hips wiggled, using his cock to slip aside her panties and felt the wet head, already coated with precum slickly slide up and down her lips.

She leaned back and allowed his slick cock to slide between her folds, her own hands dragging his up to grasp onto her breasts, his eyes following the curve of her belly up to her breasts and then to her face. He had a smile on his face as if all of his Christmases had come at once. She slipped easily up and down, her own juices mixing with his to create a lubricant which couldn’t be matched by any chemical concoctions. She rolled back and forth, riding the shaft, feeling her husband's hands kneading her breasts, watching milky droplets fall onto his chest. It was all getting too much for her and she was forced to bite her lip to avoid making any noise.

She sighed as she felt the next contraction build, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. Donna pressed back down plunging her hips down towards Paul’s own. The act wasn’t lost on Paul who managed to gain enough composure to give her an inquisitive look. Donna leaned forward – at least as much as her gravid belly would allow – and whispered, “I think it’s starting.”

Normally that would be cause for alarm, but Paul and Donna had been through this process several times before, and both knew these early-stage pains could well dissipate as much as they could build. He placed his hand on hers and whispered back “we’re ready.”

His calming influence was incredible for Donna who always relied on him to get her through the difficult parts, he was the perfect birth partner in her mind.

It was with Donna pressed down all the way to his root that Paul came. He shuddered as he released, feeling spurt after spurt flow from him to his wife. Donna's hand reached up from her belly to her mouth as she followed in turn, clamping her hand to her lips to avoid making a noise. She finally released as she felt the aftershocks slow and smiled at Paul.

“Did you need that to help calm things down, or speed things up?” Paul asked as Donna rolled off him and snuggled into his chest.

“I need sleep, and that always makes me tired,” she admitted. “Go back to sleep and I’ll wake you if things develop.”

After they got their night clothes resituated, Donna strained her hearing, making sure her children had not awoken in the commotion, and after a few moments heard the faint sighting noises of 2 children sleeping soundly. Paul had drifted off again before the next contraction built up – probably 15 minutes later. She felt another one again 15 minutes after that. A little disappointed that they were indeed calming down and getting further apart she eventually drifted off to sleep.

She stirred awake again a little after 6am, and after getting slowly out of bed and walking carefully to the toilet in the early morning light of the cabin, she risked waking the room by sliding open the veranda door and stepping outside to watch the sea.

Paul stirred and followed behind her with a dressing gown to keep her warm.

“Anything happening?” He asked.

“No, the contractions faded away” she admitted “this one is just common ‘baby dancing on my bladder’ wakefulness.”

Paul managed a chuckle as he hugged his wife from behind as she leaned onto the railing, belly hanging low in the space in front of her. Paul rubbed the small of her back which resulted in Donna groaning appreciatively.

“You can’t be wanting to go again?” She asked – keeping her voice low in case any neighbours were on their own balconies.

“Not at all” he said, “just helping a woman in need.” He kissed the top of her head.

The sat and watched the sunrise in silence for 20 minutes or so when Donna suddenly gasped and held her belly. Paul jumped into action.

“Whats wrong? Have they started again.”

Donna could only giggle as she explained that she had done it as a prank, and it was nice to know that the previously calm and collected husband of hers did have his moments of panic as well.

He hugged her close as he said they should go back inside – it was still chilly until the sun properly had a chance to get up and warm everything.

They walked back into the cabin to hear the sounds of children stirring behind their curtain. They sat on the bed and waited to see if they would fall back to sleep, but as they suspected, their chance for a lie in had slipped from their grasp.

They had 2 children – both boys – one 4 years old and another 2 years old. The couple were glad that they had managed to spread the children out fairly regularly, but with their eldest due to go to school next year, they felt the need for another child to look after, and hence the current pregnant state of the mother to be.

Her eldest son flung back the curtain a few moments later with a big grin on his face. “Todays the scavenger hunt mummy. You promised.”

The scavenger hunt was something put on by the boat crew in order to keep the children on board entertained, but plenty of the adults enjoyed it too. The problem was that a large proportion of the adults on board were pregnant – heavily so. What it meant was that a list of special places to find was given at the start of the cruise and a prize was awarded for everyone who managed to find them all. It was intended that there was no rush because of the slow and waddling nature of many of the mums to be needing to take their time to walk around – but many of the younger, more enthusiastic passengers didn’t see it that way.

Donna had promised that the kids would make a start on it today after a couple of days of relaxation by the pool – but they were now bored of that so wanted to try something new. Paul tempered the kids expectations by insisting that they went for their breakfasts first, so the group got dressed, and headed off to the buffet for their morning meal. The kids were bouncing with excitement as they looked over the leaflet which had details of the various places where the scavenger hunt items were placed, and between Paul and the 2 kids, they had a route mapped out over the course of their meal.

Donna noticed that after eating, the cramps started to come back, which she quietly mentioned to Paul. He looked a little concerned, but of course, he reassured her that if she needed to rest, they could make a start and do the rest later – that was the point of it all. The kids were focused entirely on the scavenger hunt though, so that was what they were going to do.

They settled on an easy one first – first location was just outside of the restaurant. Donna took her phone and snapped the QR code, which appeared in the companion app for the cruise to say it had been found. That got the kids really excited to find the next one – so off they want to the end of the ship to look out over the expanse of the ocean, and to try and find the next area.

Donna deliberately walked slowly, taking her time with each step, feeling the aches and pains of her body as she moved. She was thankful that both children were old enough to walk now, but it had its downsides – at least if the baby was in the pushchair she could guarantee he would only move as fast as she could – now she was purely reliant on Paul to chase after the kids and make sure they didn’t get too far ahead. She stopped half way along the route and took a moment to rest looking out to sea.

“Come on mummy, we will never get there if you keep on stopping to look” came a voice after her eldest son dashed back to her after being several lengths ahead. Paul looked at him and gave him a little ‘tsk’ noise as he explained that mummy was very tired looking after the new baby and she would need a lot of time to rest. The child looked a little crestfallen, but nodded and said that he understood.

Paul congratulated him for being a good boy and understanding, and gave him a small toy to play with whilst the adults rested. He took off running the toy car up and down the walls, kneeling on the floor and pushing it along making engine noises.

The youngest child settled in for being held. Paul offered, but of course, he wanted Donna to hold him. She winced but agreed, the younger child being used to resting on her bump now as he cuddled into the crook of her neck. She tried to hold a hand against her back to counteract the ache that was developing there, but she couldn’t hold the child steady at the same time. Paul came to her aid, pressing his hands into her back, eliciting a thankful groan from Donna in response.

“Is it starting again?” Paul asked, not wanting to make too much of a commotion.

Donna nodded, adding “still early, we can go on.”

“Just as long as you feel OK, keep me informed” Paul added, a note of concern in his voice.

The small group set off again and found the QR code along with a picture that they were looking for a short while later. After recording it on the app, they had 2 choices. First was the next one sequentially was on the same floor, but at the other end of the ship, otherwise they had to go up 2 floors to deck 7 or down two floors to deck 3 for the next ones.

“Lets go down, the stairs are only over there” came an excited voice.

“No sweetie, lets go look for the lift for mummy” answered Paul.

“No, lets go!” shouted the elder child, who headed off towards the stairs. Paul darted off after him, as Donna huffed her breath in, and set off at a slower pace towards them.

2 floors with a large bump and a habit of over balancing as a result were difficult for Donna. She took the stairs one by one, the aches in her back transferring to her hips as she felt the head of her baby grind down into her pelvis. She took a slow, plodding speed as she held on tight to the handrail, stopping at each landing area for a small rest, letting staff and other guests head past her on their way either up or down.

She noted that the only guests using the stairs were either men, or children, none of the pregnant patrons – other than herself – had chosen to use that method for changing floors. She eventually got down to the third to find her family waiting for her – the children of course looking somewhat impatient.

“Mummy will be very slow thanks to the baby in my belly, if you want to rush off, go ahead and just let me know where you are, just make sure you stay with Daddy.”

Paul looked at her as she nodded, “Let me take my time. I’ll wait in the atrium whilst you get the items on this floor. Don’t worry, you’re only a phone call away if anything happens.”

No sooner had Paul uttered “OK lets go” did the kids dash off with incredible speed, and Paul could only yell a quick “bye” as he dashed off after them.

Donna took a slow walk down to the atrium, and after stopping at the toilet on the way, she noticed that her mucus plug had come out into the bowl. She was an experienced mother at this point and knew that meant things were definitely progressing, but wasn’t anything to worry about right now. She dropped a message over to Paul saying for him to check in on the way past, but it wasn’t anything to worry about.

Donna found the atrium to be fairly quiet, only 2 other couples in there – of course, each were a set of parents to be, so she didn’t want to interrupt them – she just grabbed a drink from the dispenser in the area, took a seat, and looked around for a moment, about to do something she wasn’t sure if she should do, but in the end shrugged and lifted up her top, exposing her belly.

She spent about 10 minutes pressing her belly and seeing the reactions of the baby inside. She felt around for the expected areas of the baby she had felt dozens of times before – a foot, an elbow, its butt, and huffed out a breath as a contraction grabbed her unexpectedly, leaving her belly tightening and going from a nice round profile to oval shaped as the belly compressed around its occupant for a few, painful moments. As she was forced to wince at the pain, she looked around furtively, hoping no one noticed, but thankfully she seemed to be left alone.

As Paul came back into view, he smiled as the kids dashed forward and hugged their mother and kissed the belly. “Whats up?” he asked.

“My plug has gone” Donna said, matter of factly. She knew how to tone her words so it wouldn’t cause any alarm in the children, but Paul of course understood how much of an impact that might have on the next few hours.

“Ok. Do you need to do anything yet? We’re about half way done on this floor? Going to go in the other direction” Paul continued.

“No… you guys finish, they’re still about 10 minutes apart at the moment. But could you fetch me another drink please?”

Paul nodded and headed off to the drink dispenser, bringing back another cup full of soda for Donna.

“OK you guys have fun and come back here when you’re done” Donna cheerfully said to the children.

“OK mummy, are you not coming?” asked one of the children.

“No… im still resting. I’ll go with you upstairs to the top deck when you’re ready.”

That was of course enough for the children, who pulled on Paul’s trouser leg to have him come with them as they scurried off in the opposite direction that they had come looking for pictures on the walls and the elusive QR codes with them.

Donna sighed as she felt antoher contraction build, and she couldn’t help but wince through it. “Almost time I guess baby. Can’t wait to meet you… but please don’t be too much of a rush, need to keep your two brothers happy too.” She wispered under her breath.

Over the course of the next 20 minutes or so, whilst Paul was away with the children, Donna had to endure 3 more contractions. She couldn’t sit down as they ramped up in intensity, so had slow walks around the atrium, trying to hide her condition from any guest or staff member who walked through the area with a gentle smile or a slight wave as they walked past. Aside from the slight wince and gritted teeth as the pain reached its peak, or the tight grip she balled her fists into as she looked for some way to deal with the cramps, she managed to pass essentially unnoticed – just another heavily pregnant woman on a ship full of them. She wondered how many others may be going through exactly the same ordeal, desperate to hide it and not cause a commotion.

As the small group returned to Donna the kids were elated, desperate to show all the entries they had gotten in the app for the points they had found. Donna took Paul’s hand in hers as she sat watching the children when a tightening grip around her midsection forced her to in turn squeeze Paul’s hand.

He realised what was happening and looked at Donna asking “is it time?”

Donna shook her head to signal that she could go on, blowing out her breath as she finished the contraction she announced “let’s go up to the top deck and get some sun… but we will have to take the lifts, I can’t manage the stairs”

“Yes mummy,” the children agreed simultaneously and dashed off in the direction of the lifts as Donna asked Paul to give her a hand up. She waddled hand in hand with Paul in the direction of the children and flopped back against the lift rail as it arrived and the door opened. As the lift reached its destination Paul saw the wheelchairs and asked if Donna wanted one… she said no as she would much rather walk than sit to cope with the pains when they came.

The group of 4 walked towards the front of the ship, and in the route found 2 of the QR codes and pictures they needed for the scavenger hunt. Donna looked to be having a harder and harder time as the minutes passed, Paul anxiously keeping an eye on his watch, timing the contractions. Donna couldn’t really rest due to the 2 whirlwinds of activity buzzing around her legs by way of their children, but it was starting to become obvious when she was suffering through a contraction, she would scrunch up her face, stop to rest (much to the annoyance of the children) and breathe deeply through the pain. As Paul noticed they were getting closer together – now at less than 5 minutes apart, he pulled Donna to one side and suggested they get to the medical centre.

Donna huffed him away, remining him that she was the one who had 2 babies previously, and knew exactly what her body was telling her. Paul let her be, but kept a worried eye out, certain that he may have to jump into action at short notice.

It didn’t take long for Paul’s concerns to come true as Donna held both children by the hand as they trooped down to the end of the ship, approaching the next scavenger hunt point, when she pulled up short, and a splash was heard.

“What was that mummy?” asked one of the children, as Donna seemed unable to move.

“Paul, my water broke. Help!” Donna seemed panicked.

Paul jumped into action seeing the puddle form between Donna legs, almost faster than she could utter the words from her mouth.

He ushered her to the side, taking a spare nappy out of the bag for the kids to mop up the liquid on the walkway in case it caused anyone to slip.

Donna slumped against the railing, suddenly panicking. “Sorry, you said I should go... help me... I don’t want to have this baby out on deck.”

Paul shushed her calmly “dont worry baby, you know that’s not likely to happen, do you feel the need to push?”

“No...” Donna calmed down realising she wasn’t in any immediate need.

“Whats the matter mummy?” came the voice from one of the children.

“We need to leave now.” Paul offered his son. “Mummy is about to have her baby. You’re about to get a new baby brother or sister.”

The kids were both bouncing now. “Yay how does the baby get out of mummy’s tummy?” they were all inquisitive now.

“Lets get mummy to do the doctors first then ill explain it all when we get there.” Paul offered, hoping it would keep the kids focused on an activity whilst the adults did their best not to panic themselves.

“I need to go back to the room first” Donna advised Paul, as he helped her up. “I need my bag, and I want to get changed out of these wet clothes now.”

Paul nodded as they headed slowly back to the room. Donna commented that she had packed all her birthing kit in a separate carry on bag before they got onto the cruise, so it shoud just be a case of grabbing it whilst she got changed. What became horribly clear though as they continued to walk towards the room was that now that Donna’s water had broken, she felt every movement of the head in her pelvis, and she struggled to move more than a few steps before she needed to rest. It felt like torture to Donna and Paul started to worry more and more that with the third baby on the way, and Donna’s stubborness, she might find that it doesn’t wait and they will be forced to give birth in the room – or even worse – in a corridor leading there.

As the four of them finally got to their floor, rounded the corner and approached their room, Donna blew out a sigh of relief. She hadnt been approached or stopped by any staff or other guests and had them impart words of wisdom on her. She liked to do things her way. She was very hard headed in that regard, and knew how she wanted to do things – whilst both of her previous children had been born in a hospital, she was hoping that this one could have been born in the confines of her own home. When the offer of the cruise came along, she knew that it would be an offer too good to refuse, but was always concerned that she would have to give birth under the supervision of the staff – it was a condition of the sailing to ensure that any baby born on board would get the best medical care possible – and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that when it came to the actual time to give birth.

As Paul swiped their key on the door she sank back onto the bed and looked up at him. “would it be really bad if we just stayed here... we could say to the staff that the baby came too quickly to move?”

Paul smiled, knowing this was going to come from his wife, but he put a calming tone in his voice. “Baby, this room is way too cramped, and what if the kids don’t like it – they have nowhere to go in here. I don’t want to leave your side. I’d have to leave you all alone and take the kids away to calm them down.”

Donna nodded. “You’re right.” She winced as another contraction built up, a reminder that time was not on their side. “You grab the pink bag from the suitcase, and ill just jump into the shower.”

Paul nodded as the kids sat on the bed and looked over the missing scavenger hunt points on their dads phone. Donna yelled out over the roaring water of the shower “and grab something to keep the kids occupied!”

Paul gathered up everything he could find as Donna stepped out of the shower, dropping the towel she had around her as she reached into the wardrobe for her dress she was going to wear to labour in.

Her eldest son, always observent piped up “Mammys in the nudie” in his sing song voice. Paul looked up and sighed, knowing Donnas mind was on other things right now.

Paul took both of the children to one side as Donna got dressed. “OK you two, theres something I need to tell you.” Both faces looked up at him in wide eyed wonder. “When your Mummy brings us the baby, she needs to push it out of a hole that only mammies and girls have. She will have to do a lot of work, and she will be in a lot of pain. If you feel scared during this, don’t worry about Mummy, she will be OK, but you need to tell me or one of the people where we are going to go that you need to leave. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy” came the sing song voices in reply. Paul hoped that his children would be able to cope. When the second child was born, the first had stayed with his parents so this would be a first for all of them.

Donna nodded, signalling that she was ready, and the three set off out of the room, Paul carrying the baby things, and Donna holding the hands of both children. The walk just along to the lift was slow in Donna’s mind, the children plodding along in their slow, short legged stride whilst she just wanted to move quickly, get to the place she would spend the rest of the limited time of her pregnancy.

As they got into the lift, one of the children jumped forward trying to help and pressed a low number on the lift panel, the highest they could reach. Donna’s eyes flew wide as she realised what had happened, and groaned as she fell back onto the railing of the lift. Her body took this opportunity to send her into an intense contraction, she gripped Paul’s arm tightly, not wanting to scare the children.

“That was very naughty, you shouldnt do that!” scolded Paul to his child. The child looked sheepish and apologies in a quiet, sing-song way as the lift reached its destination and Paul pressed the correct button. It seemed like an eternity to Donna until the doors finally closed and the lift started to raise up again only to rest at the next floor. Donna gasped as her grip tightened on Paul. A couple strode in, husband and wife, the wife of course visibly pregnant. She noticed Donna immediately.

“Oh you poor dear... is it time?”

Donna could only nod, not wanting to make a sound, her eyes scrunched tightly.

“Oh... I am so sorry, just pure bad luck we got in this lift. Here let us step out as I’m sure you’re going to the top deck and we can wait for the next one... don’t want you stopping mid way on our behalf.”

Donna managed a weak “thanks” as the couple stepped out, and once more the lift continued its path upwards.

Once more the lift stopped. Donna wanted to scream. In walked in one of the cleaning staff with a trolley. The staff member was nowhere near as attentive as a woman who was worrying about having to go through the same ordeal herself, so quietly wheeled the trolley in and pressed the button. Donna noticed it only going up 1 more floor. She shook her head but didnt say anything.

Her grip loosened on Paul’s arm, thankfully the contraction seemed to be passing. The lift reached its floor with a ‘ding’ and the staff member backed out wheeling the trolley, announcing to the other passengers that they hope the family had a nice day. Donna stared daggers at her. She staff member appeared to have finally realised the situation, but knew there was nothing that could be done about it now, whispering ‘sorry’ as she backed away.

Just as the door was about to close, another arm grasped the door and it flew back open. In walked another heavily pregnant lady. Donna lost it. Tears in her eyes she just blurted out “Please, can people just leave this lift alone and let me get to the birthing centre, I need to have my baby!”

The lady’s eyes grew wide as she realised, and jumped backwards. “Shit!” she exclaimed, completely taken aback by the situation in the lifts. The doors finally closed and they were on their way when the children giggled and both simultaneously announced “shit” in emulation of the situation. Paul looked at them and scowled.

“Children that is a naughty word, and I never want to hear you say it again.”

“But Daddy, why did the lady say it?”

“Because she was naughty and got a shock seeing Mummy in the lift.”

“Yes, Daddy...” the children announced in chorus in a quiet tone.

“How are you doing?” Paul enquired to Donna.

“I think I’m going to be OK. Just a little while to go. Just gotta keep focused on the end goal...”

As the lift finally reached the desired floor, the group entered into the birthing suites. They checked in and got taken to an observation room. Donna was put onto a set of monitors whilst Paul and the boys were put into the side room where they could play. After around 30 minutes, Donna showed up at the door to the waiting room.

Paul looked up. “Whats the story? You must be in labour, your water broke and all the pains?”

Donna nodded. “Yes, but not dilated enough. They want me to walk around a bit and get things moving.”

Paul had a wide eyed look. “Walk around a bit? You could hardly stand 30 minutes ago?”

Donna could only smile. “Seems the baby wasnt in as much a rush as it could have been. My back still aches like who knows what whenever I have a contraction, but they arent getting the baby down to where it needs to be. Gravity and keeping my hips wide will help.”

“Daddy, can we go to the splash pool?” came an inquisitive voice from the side of the room surrounded by building blocks and cuddly toys.

“Yes, lets go to the splash pool” announced Donna, jumping in before Paul could even respond.

“If you’re sure...” Paul certainly didnt sound sure.

The group of 4 headed off to the far end of the deck, Donna’s pregnancy waddle was extremely pronounced by the fact she held her back and rubbed her hands up and down between her lower back and hips as she walked. Each contraction took her breath away, and she had to stop 3-4 times on the journey to the splash pool. Thankfully for the couple, the kids were well behaved, and stopped when they needed to.

Donna was expecting to have a water birth, so they had dressed the children in their swimsuits just in case they managed to get in the tub with her, so they were quickly able to go into the splash pad and start running around.

Donna tried to lean into Paul and watch them for a few minutes, but as soon as a contraction picked up she was forced to move, her breath huffing and puffing to try and deal with the aches and pains she was evidently in.

She gave well meaning smiles to the other parents in the splash pad, most of them sporting their own bumps, and explained the situation once or twice to people wondering why she was out in such discomfort. She finally faced Paul and grabbed his arms as a contraction washed through her, at the end managing a weak “I’ve done this two times before... why is it the third time decides to play tricky buggers with me? The first 2 were nice and straightforward, ooh ahh, push, baby!”

She was getting exasperated, and Paul knew it. He stroked her hair and told her it would all be over soon, she was working and her body was doing what it needed to do. Theres obviously nothing wrong, or else the medical team wouldnt have sent her away.

Without thinking, Donna lowered herself down into a squat and her eyes went wide. “Paul... shit... the baby. It’s like a bowling ball is suddenly wedged between my legs. It must have just slipped past my pubic bone or something when I squatted down. It’s coming!”

Paul struggled to lift Donna up by himself, but one of the dads to be heard the commotion and moved over. “Can I help?”

“Please, help me get my wife up... she thinks its time.”

The newcomer nodded and standing either side of Donna, they both wrapped one of her arms over their shoulders and lifted her back to her feet. The audible “oof” that came from Donna’s mouth was clear evidence that move hurt.

“Wait here, I'll get a wheelchair” offered the bystander.

Donna looked wide eyed. “No... I can walk... I can...” she was cut short as a pain barrelled through her.

Paul interrupted her. “Yes, please, thankyou” he offered to the man as he headed off to grab the chair. His wife, her own bump jutting out several inches in front of her asked which of the kids were theirs. Paul pointed them out as she went into the splash pad area and coralled them together.

As the children walked up to Paul, complaints on their lips, they suddenly noticed Donna’s face.

“Mummy are you OK?”

Donna smiled as much as she could. “Yes baby, just we need to go now.“

It only took a few minutes for the chair to be brought up to them, get Donna seated and they were off.

The travel was still slow going, as the children could only walk so fast, and Donna wriggled in the seat. She hated the idea of being trapped, but knew – as the next contraction pulsed right through her abdomen – she was in no fit state to walk. She couldnt focus through the pain anymore, and vocalised through the length of the contraction, a low, growling hum rumbling from her lips.

Paul had been to the birth of their two previous children, and knew that was a clear sign that things were moving on into the transition stage, clearly identifying Donna’s mannerisms.

They finally reached the birthing suite and worked their way in – the lady on reception welcoming them back and directing them towards the room they were previously in. Donna gave a thumbs up as she was wheeled past until she finally could get to her feet again, only to be met with the midwife coming in right behind them and asking her to get undressed for an exam.

Paul helped her up to the bed and then lead the kids away back to the play area where he found some towels and dried off whatever moisture that was left from the splash pad that hadnt dried on the walk over.

“Well, looks like you’re having a baby!” came the happy voice of the midwife as she finished inspecting Donna.

Donna managed a grin. “I kinda hoped that would be the case, it certainly FEELS like im having a baby...”

“You’re 7cm dialated and progressing fast. Whatever you did out there certainly moved things along from where you were earlier.”

Donna nodded, unable to speak as the next contraction picked up. After a short while of trying to focus and stay quiet, the groaning hum came from her mouth and she managed a cry of “my back hurts so much.”

The midwife moved her forwards on the bed and rubbed the small of Donnas back, which provided a lot of relief. Her groan turned much more pleasant as she relaxed into the massage, and rode out the rest of the contraction, the midwifes hands rubbing circles either side of her spine.

“You’ll be pushing soon, you’ll feel back in control then.” advised the midwife.

“I hope so...” Donna replied, somewhat resigned to the pain she was in right now.

As the midwife helped Donna up off the examination bed, Donna looked up to hear the padding of small feet coming from the next room over.

Her eldest son walked in carrying a teddy bear from the kids play area, and thrust it out in front of him, offering it to his mother.

“Mummy has a hurty. Take this teddy it will make it all better.”

Donnas heart melted. She broke into a massive smile and grabbed the bear, pulling her son into her thigh and hugging him.

“You know just what to say to Mummy to make it all better don’t you darling?”

“Yes mummy.... but where is your pee pee?”

The sudden change in subject had both Donna and the midwife giggling. Donna realised she was naked from the waist down, and her son was at eye level with her crotch. Donna realised in the quick few minutes she was naked in front of the boys earlier, they mustn’t have realised certain anatomical differences between men and women.

“Well... you see... as Daddy said to you earlier, Mummies and girls have a hole. Our pee comes out of that area... as well as the baby will be coming out of the same area.” She gasped as she reached out to steady herself. “Perhaps very, very soon...”

This seemed to excite the child to no end, as she danced away back to the other room, announcing “I’ve seen Mummy’s hole!” to his brother and father.

As Paul wandered back into the birthing suite with both boys in tow, an inquisitive look on his face, Donna was asked by the midwife what she wanted to do. Donna wanted to go into the pool, so the midwife lent a hand to help her get undressed. She opted to remain in her bra, but was otherwise naked as she stepped into the pool.

“You go look after your wife, and I’ll look after the kids?” offered the midwife.

Paul nodded and thanked the lady. “OK children, this is Joanne. As I said before, if you feel scared when things are happening here, you need to speak to her or me. Mummy will be far too busy to answer.”

The midwife – Joanne – nodded. “I’ve also got an assistant... shall we go and see her?”

The kids shouted yes in unison, as she lead the children away back into the playroom area and rang her colleague on the phone. She was aware of the children being present duiring the birth, and wanted to ensure that she had support from her colleague Sarah in case either one of them were busy with Donna.

As the group retreated from the room, Paul sighed “We’re alone.”

Donna – with an attitude that only a mother could have – immediately looked up at him. “Did we just leave our kids with a stranger. What if something happens to them?”

“Hush... they’re just next door, you need to focus on the here and now. The kids will be fine.” Paul reassured her.

“Youre.... you’re right” Donna grunted as she rolled around to face Paul in the tub, both her hands grabbing onto his offered one as she groaned, long and hard through the onset of the next contraction.

Joanne came back in the room annoucing “The kids are playing next door, shout up if you want them in here at any particular time.” Donna was mid-contraction and didnt pay any attention to the newcomer into the room, but Paul smiled and nodded, his hands rubbing against Donna’s back.

“She’s still having back pain.” he advised the midwife. “Anything we can do?”

Joanne looked on sympathetically but shook her head. “She’s very close to 10cm, we can only hope that when she starts pushing, it moves things along. I suspect the baby is trapping a nerve or something similar. We can offer gas and air if that will help?”

Donna gasped, as the contraction ramped down. “Please, go and get that. I need to move, cant sit in any one place for long. Help me up?”

Paul took her weight as she stepped out slowly over the edge of the tub, and paced around the room. Her wet body dripped water everywhere, so Paul followed behind with a towel to mop up the splashes until she pulled up short, bouncing from one leg to the other and groaned, another signal that the next contraction was on her. Paul dropped the towel to the floor and held onto his wife as she grabbed onto him and swayed right to left, the wetness on her body leaving a wet patch on Paul’s clothes in the process.

“Almost there” he whispered into his groaning wife’s ear as he held onto her as she rode whatever sensations were going through her. She couldnt reply, just simply gripped tighter and tighter to her husbands body and moaned louder and longer through each sperate contraction.

It took over an hour of this non stop motion. Joanne brought in the gas and air, Donna took big gupling mouthfuls of the mixture. Sarah walked in with the children who hung around with their parents for a short while but ultimately were getting antsy at their mothers vocalisations, so were lead away for a snack. Donna moved from lying on the bed, to bouncing on the birthing ball, to sitting on the bed, to the tub again, and cycling again and again every few minutes, no position helped alleviate the pain she was feeling in her back.

In the moments when she was able to converse with the room, she sounded in a sorrowful state, only announcing that “it was never like this with the last two, why is this one so different?” Paul kept a silent track of the question – she had asked it 8 times so far.

Finally there was a breakthrough. Donna had dismissed any further checking since she had come into the room, but suddenly announced that she needed to push. She insisted on being led back into the water. Joanne followed closely behind with the doppler, and as Donna got settled into the water, she held the sensor against her lower belly, and sure enough, the babys heartbeat came through strong.

“OK, I’ll have to check before you push” advised Joanne.

“Be quick, I REALLLY NEED TO PUSH!” Donna yelled, not a care in who could hear her.

She flopped back against the wall of the tub, her legs splayed open and her arms gripping the walls. Joanne leaned in and inserted her fingers to check for dilation... and quickly nodded. “Yes, you’re good to go, give it all you’ve got when you need to.”

Donna wasted no time. She gritted her teeth and pushed. She roared as she put in the effort, Sarah dashing through with the children as they heard the commotion.

Sarah, who had built up a rapport with the children grinned. “Mummys having her baby!”

The children clapped and danced, actions that were lost on both Paul – who was focused entirely on his wife – and Donna – who was focused entirely on pushing.

“Mummy makes a lot of noise” announced the younger child.

“Yes she does, she has to do a lot of work.” Sarah advised.

From their low vantage point, the children couldnt see over the edge of the tub, so couldnt really see much. They walked up the the edge and grabbed onto the side, lifting themselves up to hang their elbows on the edge.

“Careful, its slippy” scolded Sarah as she grabbed 2 seats for the children. “If you sit down on these you will be able to see.”

They dropped down and the eldest child climbed up and rolled around on top of the chair to take his position, whilst the youngest child was lifted up by Sarah. Paul had moved into position behind Donna, hooking his arms under her armpits and offering his hands up for her to grab onto, Donna’s hands either side of her head simultaneously grabbing Paul’s hands and pressing into her temples.

Paul looked up and saw 2 wide pairs of eyes taking everything in. Donna’s yelling didn’t seem to phase them at all. As the contraction passed, and Donna suddenly came back to reality, she realised what was happening in the room.

“Can you please get my phone from my purse and record this for me?” she asked Sarah.

Sarah nodded “of course, let me see if I can find it?”

As she rummaged through Donna’s bag, she held up a phone, in turn Donna nodded.

“The code is 6512” she managed quickly before the urge to push came back over her.

Donna chcked, the battery was 90% should be plenty of time considering how close things looked to be. She held up the camera and pressed record, panning around the room then getting the mother, father and their 2 children all in the shot. “There’s the head!” she announced to the room, seeing Donna’s lips part, and the first signs of the dark, teardrop shape forming between her legs.

The children were clapping their hands. “There’s the hole, there’s the hole.... awwww”

Donna’s push had ended, and the head retreated, but she was elated by the progress.

The next push, Donna released her husbands hands, and hooked back her knees, Paul’s hands wrapping around above his wife’s breasts in a cuddling motion. The forced opening of her legs showed much more of the head much quicker than before, and the children were bouncing on their chairs again. “baby, baby, baby, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby”

Donna yelled with abandon as she pushed, so pleased that it didnt seem to bother the children. Time and time again she took a deep breath, pulled back on her legs and roared with the force of the contraction. Each cycle bringing more and more of the hair covered head visible. Her lips stretched red, then white as more and more of the hole between her legs stretched and filled with baby.

She finally reached her full crown and any hope she would have had for maintaining a calm demeanour was lost. As the head popped free she screamed a high pitch shrill yell so loud that the children had to cover their ears as she did it.

The following immediate moments were a revelation to all in the room. Joanne was the first to realise, having been focusing on the head to ensure that Donna didnt have any injuries or tears as she pushed. Donna couldnt see due to her bump being in the way blocking any view between her legs and Paul in turn was blocked by Donna.

Sarah was the first to speak though. “Well look at that, little baby brother or sister wanted to say hello face to face.”

Donna suddenly put 2 and 2 together. Joanne was the first to formally announce it. “Seems that your backache was caused by a posterior baby. That at least explains that one.” The nonchalant way that she announced it like it was any usual common occurance caused Donna to lean back and laugh against Paul.

Donna’s voice was croaky as she looked at the children. “Do you want to get in the water with me and the baby?”

The children looked a little unsure. The water was slowly being stained pink with blood from the birthing process, but her hands reached down and slowly started to stroke the baby’s head between her legs.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes” suddenly came the voice fromt the eldest, and soon the youngest joined the chorus.

Paul hauled himself up and kissed Donna on the forehead as he did so, walking around the tub he pulled the clothes off his 2 sons until they were left back in their swimming shorts.

“Ready?” he said, as the kids lifted their arms up expecting to be lifted in the air. Paul heaved his eldest up first, lowering him into the water, and then turned for his youngest, again picking, lifting and lowering so he was waste deep in the water. Both Joanne and Sarah keeping a close eye on the children as Donna grunted.

“Get down here quick, I need to push the rest of the baby out.”

The kids splashed and kicked around the pool, swirls of water splashing around as Donna patted her own knees, the children resting their weight against each side of her inner legs. Her arms went back to gripping the side of the tub and once more she groaned.

Joanne looked up at Paul “Do you want to catch daddy?”

Paul moved himself into position, leaning almost his full torso over the tub to reach in between Donnas legs as the children stared in rapt attention as their sibling slowly released one shoulder then another. A moment of panting by Donna and she was back at it again, pushing out the torso then the legs... of their first daughter.

“Baby Girl” announced Paul as Donna struggled around her now three children, removing her bra. She reached out and held the baby to her chest as she burst into tears, Paul soon following along. The two boys apparently oblivious to the blood and vernix on the baby, following alongside their mother in hugging the baby and her in a messy huddle in the water.

Soon the room was punctuated by wails of a newborn as Sarah stood to the side of the room capturing the precious first moments on camera.

“Mummy, does the baby have a hole? It doesnt have a pee pee”

That was enough to send everyone into hysterics.

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Happy valentines everyone. Here’s hoping to see lots of nice full bumps around November ish :)

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What happens late at night.

He stood there, his mouth agape as his very, very pregnant wife stood at the foot of the bed.

Without ceremony or warning she tugged down her pyjama bottoms, leaving her bottom half naked. He tried to rise, do something, but he couldn’t move he was fixed in place.

“It’s time” she said. Was he imagining it.. was she speaking… sensually?

She leaned forward, one hand on the bed between his legs, opened her own legs to a slight squat and there was a sudden splash as a gush of water was seen falling from between her legs… accompanied by a low moan, as if she was… orgasmic?

“Babe… are you ok?” Seems he can still speak.

“I’m perfect babe.” She purred. “Just lie back and enjoy the show.”

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her pyjama top, lifting it up over her belly, up to her breasts which she caught in the fabric and lifted up, finally releasing as the top was pulled up, her breasts slapping back down against her belly as the top finally passed over her head and gets dropped to the floor.

“Oh look at that you are enjoying it…” her eyes focusing at the growing tent under the bed sheet covering him. He tried to reach an arm out but couldn’t move any part of his body.

She pulled the tie from her ponytail, her hair spilling down around her shoulders. Like some sort of Hollywood special effect she swings her head and her hair falls perfectly into place.

“What the hell?” He says, to himself, completely bewildered.

“Babe… you aren’t relaxing. I can’t do this without you supporting me… with your eyes.”

She pulls back the bed sheet and he finds himself naked, erect. And still unable to move. He wasn’t tied down or anything, just couldn’t move anything.

“Just let it happen…” she said, crawling on her hands and knees onto the bed. Her breasts and belly hanging down. Her head reached his cock and she lowered her head down onto it, her wet lips slipping slickly down the shaft.

She let out another sensual moan as she pressed her belly down onto his legs and he felt the belly getting tight.

“Contraction?” He asked. She made an affirmative sound which vibrated up and down his cock, sending a shockwave down his spine. Whatever was happening right now amped the sensitivity he usually felt up to maximum. He tried to shiver, but couldn’t.

She pulls her head up, sucking as she goes leading to an audible pop as she lets go of his cock with her lips, only to lift herself up shuffling forward on her knees so she was straddling his hips.

“Are you going to ride me?” He asked… getting into the swing of things.

“No silly… you won’t fit with this big head in here.” As she bucked her hips forward rubbing her slit up and down his shaft accompanied with moans of pleasure.

He finally put two and two together to realise what was going on. “You’re in labour?”

“Got it in one baby…” she continued to slide up and down without actually letting him slip in.

“This can’t be right… isn’t it supposed to be painful?”

“Pain… as well as pleasure… is all in the mind.” She was getting breathy at her movements, rubbing faster and faster. “It’s coming… it’s coming… I’m coming.” She shrieked but there was no sign of pain in the exclamation, only pure pleasure, her smiling face beaming as she came down from whatever high she was on.

She crawled backwards up his body so her knees rested either side of his torso, her belly pressing down against his hard shaft and her breasts resting against his thighs. Her ass – and perhaps more importantly given the current situation – her pussy - was inches away from his face.

He saw a trail of slick juices elongate and drip from her opening as she groaned, putting effort into a push. She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable in any way whilst doing it. She pushed again, her back end lifting closer to his face and her belly pressing down further into his waist as she let out one of the most sensual sounds he ever heard.

“Can you see the head?” She panted as she set into another push. He was bewildered. Unable to act to do anything other than speak so he settled with saying that no, he couldn’t see anything.

“Oh good… I’ll have to push more.” She actually sounded ecstatic for needing to keep going. She got right back into it, her grunting, moaning sounds echoing in the bedroom. She slipped a hand back under her belly and used two fingers to spread her lips. “Does that help, can you see it… please say you can!”

He gulped. He saw it. A dark, hairy mass just visible when her lips were parted. He got excited.

“Yes baby, yes, I see it. I can see our baby. You’re doing so well!” He was desperate to move, to reach out, to touch it but he was frozen in place. Her head turned back and she looked at her husband and smiled, blowing him a kiss as she started to push once more.

He watched as the viscous fluid dripped from between her legs and splashed onto his chest as the room filled with the sound of her moaning.

“I can feel it, it’s right there” she squealed but it wasn’t in pain, she giggled at the end of the exclamation.

“What can I do, how can I help?” He said, eyes open wide and focused between her legs watching the dark shape move and grow as she pushed more and more. She removed her fingers, her lips slipping back in place and covering the head again.

“Just tell me how well I’m doing. I love hearing your encouragement.” She was still actively pushing but was not out of breath, seemed to be actively enjoying things.

He took up the mantle “you’re doing great babe, keep up the good work. Now push for me, let’s see the head. Good girl!” Her response was magical, a low groan that rumbled from her chest as she pressed her body hard against him and pushed. Her efforts were rewarded by the teardrop shape of the head head starting to poke through between her lips.

“I can see it, keep going!” He encouraged, so she pushed hard again, more and more of the head becoming visible as she put in the work.

He watched enraptured as the head grew and grew her lips sliding back to let more and more of it push through. She pushed harder and harder, her body pressing against his as she exclaimed how good she felt and how tight everything was. She shivered in orgasmic bliss as she finally pushed out the head with another good-natured squeal, a splash of the amniotic fluid gushing over his chest.

Suddenly he was rocking left to right. Suddenly he heard a noise he hadn’t heard before this had started. Suddenly he was awake, his wife jostling him from sleep. The tone of her voice and look was very exasperated.

“Joe… Joe. Wake up. My waters have broken, I think I’m in labour. We’ve got to get to hospital!”

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Almost tempted to pose a challenge to my followers - see who can have the baby closest to new years 2025 :)

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Vega and Altair's twins

This is a story I've written for a follower on here who is doing an art for story exchange, and wanted to remain anonymous. It's a story of the birth of the twins from their own characters, Vega (female) and Altair (male) - bit of a heads up, they had a previous miscarriage earlier before they successfully managed to bring this pregnancy to term, so it is mentioned in the story. Timezone is set before any modern conveniences. Hope you enjoy...

Vega groaned, a deep, sorrowful keening sound coming from her mouth as she felt the latest in a long series of contractions finally release her from it’s grip. She had been feeling them since this morning, and all through the day until finally at the arrival of dusk, she sent Altair out to do something useful rather than fussing over her.

Both of them knew that the process of getting the babies out of her will take a long time, especially with her first. Both of them had seen enough babies born between them to know it was quite often never a quick process. Both of them knew how everything was meant to happen – but when it was happening to you or your loved ones, that threw everything out of context.

As dusk settled in, and the day started to become cold, she sent out her husband to gather firewood to both heat the house, and boil water to sterilise their tools. Altair grumbled and protested, but of course, he knew that Vega had made the logical choice, and whilst he didn’t want to leave her side in this, her greatest time of need, he knew fine well that she was in the best place she could be right now, and – he admitted – the firewood stocks were getting very thin on the ground.

Vega wrapped a shawl around her as she hefted herself up off the rocking chair she had been seated in. Still very wary about removing her clothes, she had used the excuse that she would need to keep warm until the very end of her labour to conserve her energy and not waste it shivering needlessly. Her bump was massive, protruding several inches in front of her frame – along with her breasts which had grown beyond their already substantial size during the pregnancy, both ripe and ready to feed the children she currently carried.

“Two babies…” she muttered. She had seen it happen only once, and she remembered the horrible, wailing sounds the mother made as she had to go through the ordeal twice in quick succession. What she remembered well though was the pure elation that the mother had felt after all was done, and both babies were in her arms.

She padded over to the door stepped through, then stood, resting her weight against the railing outside watching Altair put logs out onto the cutting area, swing down with his axe and split the logs into shards ready for putting onto the fire. She kept silent, observing her husband as his muscles rippled as they heaved back and forth splintering logs one after another. It was only the onset of the next contraction that broke her reverie as she gripped the railing hard and let out a loud gasp.

Altair immediately dropped what he was doing and dashed over to his wife. His hands wrapped around her from behind – quite the task considering the girth of her midsection – but he had practiced a grab which gathered under her belly and in turn, gave a small lift, relieving the pressure on her abdomen.

“You should be inside, you were complaining about lack of heat earlier.” Altair scolded.

“I couldn’t just sit there and let these happen, I need to move. And I was curious how you were getting on.” Vega retorted, a smirk on her lips, lost to Altair who was behind her. “Seems that the babies wanted to say hello as well.”

Altair let go with one hand and pushed aside Vega’s long, white hair and pressed his lips against the back of her neck – an act which sent shivers down her spine, something not lost on the large man who in this setting all but dwarfed his wife.

“How are you doing my love?” whispered Altair, his breath warm against the prickling back of Vegas neck.

“You know… feeling like I’m being pushed inside out… and right now my legs want to buckle… but that’s nothing to do with our little bundles of joy.” Altair repeated his kiss, an errant breathy groan escaping Vegas lips.

“I want to rest in water. I’ve seen how good it helps with aches and pains.” Vega announced matter of factly. “And I want it warm… so that means more wood.”

“Your wish is my command my dear. Let me bring this load in and we can set the pot to boil to warm the first bath load, by the time I’ve chopped the next we should be able to get a good cycle for as long as this ordeal takes.”

“My hero…” Vega muttered as she was cut short by the cramping sensation taking her breath away, all she could do was moan through the pain until it passed. Altair stayed glued to her until she eventually regained her composure and shooed him away, complaining that if he kept on waiting every time she had a cramp, the babies would be here before the water was even warm.

Altair was reluctant to leave, but knew he must. He walked out and grabbed the first handful of wood to take it to the hearth and set it on fire, whilst he filled the large cooking pot with water and set it away. He made 3 more trips back and forth to gather the rest of the logs that were split and put them into storage for later, whilst finally making another trip to carry the bath into the main room of the house and fill it half way with cold water to be heated by the boiling water later.

During this time, Vega made a conscious effort to not make any noise, though her contractions were unrelenting. She had almost succeeded by doing her breathing exercises (in through her nose nice and deep, slowly blow out of her mouth) and keeping her eyes scrunched tight closed, but she couldn’t help but moan through the peak of the pain. Altair kept on giving worried glances over at her as he passed her on his way back and forwards in and out of the house – she never moved from her position, just swayed her hips back and forward, rocking side to side, taking small steps raising and lowering one foot then the other in some sort of meditative mantra.

Finally, Altair said the water was boiled and started to fill the tub with the remaining scalding hot liquid. He tested it time and time again, adding a little more each time until he decided the water was finally warm enough – he knew that hot water would make Vega sleepy and may hinder the progress of the labour, but water too cool would not provide the relief she desperately wanted.

He walked out and took her by the hand, leading her to the tub. As she was about to step in, he pulled her back.

“Its traditional to be naked during a bath…”

“But I do not like my body. My stomach is all red and scoured by stretchmarks, and my breasts are veiny. I can labour in the clothing I have on and pull off my underwear when it is time.”

“Nonsense… you are beautiful. Your stretchmarks are testament to the work your body has done to grow our 2 babies, and your breasts – as magnificent as they are – are like that to do what nature intended them to do and feed our children. You are beautiful, and I want you to be comfortable. All you will do if you get into that tub whilst wearing clothes would be to end up having them stick to you and be uncomfortable… and you need to have comfort, now of all times… we both know there will be scant time for comfort when the time comes to push.”

Vega smiled, her heart warmed by the words of her partner. She knew he was right of course, but it went against all her inner thoughts to do so. She stepped back away from the tub and started slowly, removing her shawl, to the encouragement of Altair. Next was the dress, and then finally her underwear wrappings across her breasts and her crotch. Finally she was stood in the middle of the room naked, and on full display to Altair.

“Good girl, you know this is for the best.” He added encouragingly.

“I know, I know… but this…” she rubbed across the expanse of her belly “is both beautiful and grotesque. You shouldn’t need to stare at it.”

“Nonsense you silly moo!” he bellowed, somewhat louder than he intended, nerves for the upcoming labour overriding his own sense of decorum – he wanted his wife to be as comfortable as possible, and her old hangups about her body were not something that would help this situation. “You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen.”

“You’re right of course… it still doesn’t feel right…. But I yield to your superior knowledge. Now help me into this tub, I don’t think I can balance with this load in front of me!”

That brought a chuckle to Altair’s lips, lightening the mood as he held Vega as she stepped one leg then the other into the warm water. She got down onto her knees, then finally sat down and swung her legs out from underneath her until she was submerged in the large tub up to her breasts, her belly under the water.

Having such a large tub was a pain to move around the home when they needed it for routine wash nights, but it was always made to double up as a birthing tub, and it being large enough to move around in without being restrictive – and for Vega to open her legs wide in – was part of the intended design.

The sigh as she sank into the water, the warmth soothing the aches and pains in her back was almost musical to Altair. He stared at her as she sat there.

“What?” Vega asked.

“Nothing, I’m just amazed by you. Let me get the next load of water on to heat in case we need it.”

Over the course of the next 20 minutes or so, Altair fussed around the room fetching buckets of water and stacking them up 5 deep in case they needed them and he couldn’t get away, cycling them over the fire so no specific one got too hot or cold. Vega allowed herself to relax, breathing deeply and groaning through the contractions as they happened, focusing inward to try and combat the pain she felt radiating through her time after time.

Suddenly there was a sigh from Altair as she sat and stared into the simmering water in the cooking pot.

Vega opened her eyes and looked over to him. “What is wrong, love?” though she had her own ordeal to undertake, the sigh caught her off guard enough to want to see what was up.

“I just keep on thinking about our previous baby…” referencing an earlier miscarriage the couple had suffered in Vega’s early pregnancy. He was cut off as Vega groaned, the next contraction catching her off guard herself as she was too focused on Altair to prepare herself. He jumped into action and grabbed her hands over the edge of the tub and gave her somewhere to grab. She sequeezed as hard as she could, yelling out as it hit it’s peak, the pain leaving her gasping for breath as she panted through it.

“That was tough…” she whined as she recovered from the worst of the contraction.

“Sorry my darling, I made you lose concentration.”

“No… you had a legitimate worry. I think about the earlier baby too. At first I liked to think he or she was looking over us, a guardian angel of sorts. But now, as I feel these babies move around inside of me, I like to think he or she has been reborn with their brother or sister, and we still get to meet that elusive child… though I may have to have words with it very soon after it pops out, as it has been giving me some serious heartburn and kicking me in some very inopportune times.”

The light hearted comment helped soothe Altair’s worries, and he was left smiling. He stood up and kissed Vega as she leaned her head back against the side of the tub for support, allowing Altair’s kiss to press deep into her, their tongues intertwining, the passion for each other not lost over the years.

Suddenly Vega’s hand grabbed the back of Altair’s head and pulled at his ponytail. She yelled out as a new sensation hit her. “Baby… my body, it needs to push! The first babe, it’s coming!”

“Go with it!” Altair commanded. “You have seen this happen before, know what must be done. I love you, lets bring forth our babies!”

Vega grabbed the underside of her knees and pulled them back as she roared, eyes clamped tight shut as she put effort into the push. It released and she went again, strain showing on her face as she put in the effort. Altair moved into position behind her in the tub as he pulled out a washcloth and dunked it into the tub next to his wife and rung it out, dabbing it over her forehead as she strained.

The contraction let up enough to allow Vega to regain her focus. “This is both so much different to how I imagined it, and at the same time, exactly how I expected it to feel…” she panted with effort before the next contraction begun. Altair shrugged, not fully understanding what Vega was saying, but he knew his job was to just offer encouragement no matter what Vega was feeling right now.

“You can do it my darling. That was such a good effort.”

“Pfft…” Vega made a derogatory noise. “The effort hasn't even started yet… save that for later, when the babe crowns. But here we go….” She once again pulled her legs back and pushed. A good 30 seconds passed, with 3 good pushes involved, gasping breaths between.

Altair gave what little platitude he could to the proceedings with calls out of “good, go again, baby” and “that's it keep it up” at opportune times. He placed his hands into the water and found the tub to be getting cold – noticing Vega shivering a little between contractions.

“I will be back in a second baby” as he stepped to grab an empty bucket and pull out a load of chilled water from the tub. Vega’s eyes followed him around the room as he walked forward, grabbed the bucket, sunk it into the tub and threw its contents unceremoniously out of the door into the world outside. He grabbed a full bucket and slowly emptied it into an area where the hot water wouldn't scold his wife, who yelped and let out a “quick, quick!” command as she once more pulled back her legs and got back to pushing.

Vega felt a little out of sorts without her Altair close to her as she continued to push, but there was no other option as far as her body was concerned – her ability to stop pushing was as unlikely as trying to hold back the waves at the ocean. Her movements caused the newly added hot water to swirl around the tub though and that helped give her something else to focus on other than the gripping pain around her midsection and the feeling of unrelenting fullness between her legs.

Altair looked up from his task of dropping the water into the tub and noticed something between Vega’s legs as she pulled them back.

“I see something!” he sounded excited. The commotion caused Vega to gasp and release her legs as she kept her eyes closed still pushing, one of her hands probing to the folds between her legs. There… probing at it with her fingers, was her bag of waters starting to poke out.

Vega was gasping as she managed a few words between contractions. “The waters… they haven’t broken yet. It’s bulging out of me.”

“Do I break it?” Altair enquired.

“No!” Vega was quick to admonish him. “Let it happen naturally.”

As she let off the pressure of the push as the contraction force ebbed away, the bag slipped back inside, and once more all she could feel was her skin to her fingers, the sensitive lips and nub between her legs which Altair had, on so many occasions, played with and sent sensations through her spine right to her brain. She wondered…

As the next contraction started, she only pulled back a single leg. The second hand rested on her clit and she rubbed slowly. Altair’s eyes opened wide at the view in front of him.

“You… you’re?” he was flabbergasted. “You’re playing?”

“Shhhh…” came Vega’s response. “I want to try this, see if it takes the edge off.”

Vega didn’t speak further, two of her fingers rubbed back and forth as her face scrunched up and she pushed. The effort was there, the bulge appeared back between her lips, the bag bulging out until finally she yelled. Simultaneously, the bag popped underwater, the thin membrane floating away into the body of the tub. Vega flinched as it happened, but she had no time to rest, the contraction was still upon her. She rubbed and rubbed at the sensitive area between her legs, her head lolling back as she groaned mid-contraction. She gasped “It’s working” as she finally felt the contraction release, a gasp escaping her lips.

Altair was transfixed at the display in front of him. Eyes hyper focused on the fingers doing the work. “Your… erm… your bag broke” he managed.

“I felt it… it brushed against my hand as it floated away” Vega managed, still panting with her exertion. She stopped her rubbing activities as the contraction ebbed away. “Surely the head must be close… let me see if I can feel it.”

She inserted her finger within her folds and smiled. “It’s there I can feel the head of our first baby. I can feel the progress my body is making!” she sounded elated, but it was short lived. The next contraction ramped up quickly, and she resumed her rubbing activity. Her moan started almost instantaneously this time though, and soon escalated to a yelling shout. She couldn't enunciate her words given the situation, but as the contraction started to fade she managed a weak “no bag of waters… it hurts so much more… direct skin on skin contact, rubbing… stretch…”

Altair saw the frustration in her face and scrambled around to be beside her where he laid his hands on her arm. “What can I do…” he was frustrated himself, he was so used to being actively involved, and felt useless at this point.

“Get me a drink love, my throat is dry…” groaned Vega, her voice suddenly sounding very horse and scratchy. Altair pushed himself up off the ground and headed off to get a cool skin of water. As he was away in the kitchen he heard Vega’s yowling pain echo through the family home.

He rushed back in to a scene of Vega having let the second leg go, so they were both thrashing in the water, her fingers rubbing against her clit as much as possible, her second hand thumping on the side of the bath in whatever effort she can do to stave off the pain she was feeling. Altair grabbed the hand and held it tight, feeling Vega respond, squeezing as tightly as she possibly could. He looked down between her legs and his face lit up – he could see something emerging from between them.

He leaned over and took his second hand, grabbing the one that was rubbing her clit, and moved the fingers a few inches south, to feel the skin between her lips. Vega’s eyes shot open, and Altair nodded. “It’s working!” he bellowed. The break in concentration caused Vega to stop pushing and the head shrunk back behind the lips once again, causing Vega to wail “No… Don’t go!”

Releasing the hands he held, Altair instead placed his hands on her face, and kissed her. “You, my darling, are pushing out a baby. You know it will slip, and come, and slip again. You know this in your heart. Don’t get discouraged and work with your body. You know what to do.”

Vega nodded and asked for a drink, which Altair offered her, slowly lifting the skin to her lips as she drank deeply. It was soon time to push again though, so she pulled up her legs with both hands and went back to it. Altair stashed away the skin for future access and situated himself behind Vega, his hands rubbing her shoulders as she tensed up with the push. He lifted himself up on his haunches to see if he could see anything between Vega’s legs as she pushed, but her belly was in the way, and Altair couldn’t get a good enough angle to see anything. He cursed under his breath that he didn't think to have a mirror or something set up in the bath – something he would look to bring a metalworker into the home in time once the babies were born for the next time.

Over the course of the next 15 to 20 minutes, the couple didn't move from their location. Time after time Vega went from wailing in pain, to gasping for breath, back to wailing in pain and so on as she worked seemingly without end to push the head of her first babe out from within her. Altair was frustrated not being able to do anything, just hold onto her and give her platitudes as between pushes, Vega reached down between her legs and felt the progress of her work, at first the head disappeared each time as she let off the push, but slowly and surely the head remained peeking out at the end of each push, each time the stretch feeling greater and greater for her until finally she yelled out a shrieking, horrible scream.

“It burns, it burns, crowning baby, crowning… ooooh” Her wail didn’t end until finally about 30 seconds later she grabbed the sides of the tub, releasing her legs, and almost lifted herself up out of the water, her legs scrabbling backwards trying to find purchase on the slippery base. She jumped and yowled as she finally managed a weak “the head is out… get around and check for a cord.”

Altair didn’t wait, jumping up and dashing around the edge of the tub to see the head of his child poking out between his wife’s legs. The water was tinged with blood, he couldn't tell at this point if it was just coming from within Vega’s womb or if she had torn in the process, but he put that to the back of his mind as he reached in and felt around the neck for a cord. He was happy that there was no risk to the baby, so breathed a sigh to refocus his thoughts and took in the scene.

“How is it…” Vega sounded weak and exhausted.

“It’s beautiful… our baby.” Altair managed. He then realised the thing that was playing on his mind. The head was face up. Normally babies were born face down so their spines could bend with the movements through the birth canal, but if they were in posterior position, or back to the mothers back so they came out face up, that meant it was a much tougher process. Now Vega’s wails were explained.

Suddenly Vega gasped “Hold the head” as she pulled back her legs again and pushed hard, the contraction forcing her to comply, accompanied by a howling yell all through the push. Altair held the head as he first saw the first shoulder, then the second slip out from between Vegas legs, he gently pulled as the torso followed, and the legs. Vega gasped as she felt the weight pass through and out from her, finally releasing a triumphant yell of success as Altair fished the first child out of the bath water, holding it up as high as he could, still attached by the umbilical cord.

“We have a baby girl my love… our daughter. You did it. I’m so proud.” Altair was babbling with joy as he handed the baby over to Vega to hold against her chest, who in turn was crying tears of joy at the completion of the first of her two labours. The babe was making loud and screeching yells until she finally found Vega’s breast and almost without hesitation, latched on for her first feed.

Life was calm and quiet, at least for a few minutes. Altair didn’t make much noise, just simply stand and observe the currently 2 most important people in his life. Vega made cooing noises at the baby, who was more than content to suckle, having undergone her own tortorous journey a short while earlier.

Vega’s wincing face signified the calm had passed and the contractions starting up once more. “Is there anything you need my love?” Altair enquired, very conscious that the baby added an extra dynamic to how she had pushed before.

“No… I don’t feel the need to push with this… let me just…” she groaned, unable to finish her sentence. Altair knelt next to her in the tub, one hand stroking the head of his daughter as the other hand rested atop Vegas on the side of the tub. He looked over to her and noticed the water with its pinkish hue, and the vibrations of Vega’s body signifying her shivering. He dipped his hand into the tub and realised that over the time the water had become chilled.

“I can’t keep you in here, the water is filthy, there’s blood and viscera in here, as well as other waste… I think you should get out.”

Vega nodded. “I think I'll need a hand… my legs are a bit wobbly no doubt.”

Altair knelt to the side of the tub as Vega wrapped her free arm that wasn’t holding the baby around his shoulders. Altair supported Vegas weight under her arms as they stood up together, the blood pink water running down her body as she stood. She took a tentative step out of the tub, and with Altair’s help, finally managed to get both feet onto the ground and stand in front of the fire, using the heat to dry herself off.

The baby didn’t let this movement and jostling distract her, as she continued to feed. The sensation of feeding causing Vega’s contractions to ramp up, and her second breast to leak, something which went unnoticed as the water sloshed up and down over her belly when she was in the tub, but the milky white droplets dripping onto her belly and rolling down the rounded surface was mesmerising to both Vega and Altair now she was out of the water. The grunt of a contraction pulled them both into the moment though as Vega managed to say “I’m pushing…” as she stood bow legged in front of the fire, one hand gipping tight to her newborn and the other reaching out for Altair to grab.

Vega focused on a long, hard push, gravity aiding her in her standing position. Grunting through the length of the contraction she suddenly gasped. “What was that?”

Altair looked down and realised the baby was breech. “That… that was a leg.”

Vega gasped, a look of panic on her face. She had of course seen this before, and she knew that giving birth to twins most likely meant one was upright and one was upside down in the womb, just for the babies to take up the optimal space… but when faced with it happening to you, when you’re already overwrought from the earlier parts of the day… she wasn’t fully aware of it all.

Altair jumped in. “Focus, baby… focus. Nothing new. Just need to push out the body then the head rather than the other way around. Nothing you haven’t done before.” Vega could only nod, the next contraction upon her, her thighs dipping to open up into a squat, her groaning push resulting in the flop of the second leg out from between her own.

Altair realised that Vega was shivering, either a side effect of adrenaline, or simply just because she was cold from the water not having fully dried off her body, so he took the opportunity in between contractions to have her rest against a chair as he dashed to grab something from the bedroom.

Vega watched wide eyed as Altair left, the contraction forcing her to keep on pushing, the next baby’s hips now dangling between her legs. It was moving, slowly but surely, her already raw lips spread around the girth of the body. She whimpered as she pushed, not feeling the need to yell or tire her throat just yet, but very wary of the pain building as she pushed more and more towards the width of the head.

Altair dashed back into the room at full sprint, carrying a fur with him to drape over Vega’s shoulders. She kissed and thanked him as he took back over holding her weight, Altair’s arms wrapping around her torso, in the space between her breasts and her belly. She rested the baby on her thigh as she lowered down into a deep squat, her weight supported by Altair, the widening of her pelvis as she lowered down almost heavenly compared to the tight space she could manage by keeping her balance by herself. With an almighty push, the body was born to the shoulders, the deep squat meaning the legs and body rested against the floor.

“Stay low my baby, push hard… keep that deep squat so our child doesn’t have far to fall when it’s born.” Altair instructed. Vega couldn’t respond verbally, but nodded, her focus remaining entirely on pushing, now the contractions were on top of each other.

Altair started to fret, this breech baby enough of a concern to set his nerves alight and as he held his wife closely whilst she struggled through her ordeal, his eyes darted around the room to see if there was something, anything, he could use to aid in this situation. He suddenly saw the large dressing mirror over the far side of the room. Gently rotating Vega’s body so her legs would follow suit, he moved her the quarter circle he would need to get a view over her shoulder of the reflection in the mirror. At this point Vega had not opened her eyes for over a minute and was pushing with all her might.

Altair saw the red, stretched lips of her vagina stretching out over the slowly emerging head, the baby dangling between her own legs like some sort of parody of a puppet that had it strings cut – just hanging there completely unable to move. But then he realised that it was moving. The legs kicked and the arms wiggled left to right. The baby was fighting to get out as much as it’s mother was forcing it out… but the lack of any where for it to get its limbs to touch were entirely to its detriment.

“Vega, darling, look forward.” Altair said. The calmness of his words cut through Vega’s concentration and she looked forward. That’s when she saw it too. Her second baby. The first still on her thigh, the second dangling there. The head reaching a wide point, and whilst she could only see the back of it, she felt the nose right there tugging against her inner walls. She knew she could do it, she could see the head coming out, and she pushed.

She yelled out, eyes no longer closed watching the show in the mirror. Her squat deepened, her hips widened, and as her voice cracked, her battle-worn throat no longer able to make any more noise the head slipped out.

The noise could be described as a splat. The baby slipping out from between her legs, a splash of amniotic fluid following it down and puddling around the shape on the floor. The room was eerily silent after all the commotion in the moments preceding it. Not the first baby or the second made a noise. Altair gently lowered Vega down to sit as he dashed around in front of her to see to the second baby.

Gathering towels he rubbed the baby vigorously, trying to stimulate it. “Breathe, breathe!” he gasped, panic now starting to set in at the baby’s silence. As if the two children were intrinsically linked the little girl’s eyes stared wide at her sibling, no noise came from her. Then suddenly it came. A watery weak cough, then a second go, much stronger than the first, and the second baby’s wails echoed around the house.

The first baby joined the chorus, and along with Altair’s and Vega’s tear-streaked faces, relief swept over the room. Altair looked down at the bundle held in his arms, still connected to it’s mother by the umbilical cord, and saw between its legs.

“We have a son!” he exclaimed. Bringing him close to Vega, handing him over and then finding something to tie and cut the cord. Finally, the baby was released from it’s connection in the womb, and the four sat in a huddle in the room, simply existing in the moment and not considering anything else.

Finally it was time for Vega to bring forth the placenta, and after a short while, Altair rubbing Vega’s deflated belly as she pushed with the contractions, two separate meaty lumps were caught in a bowl for examination. She laid the babies down and along with Altair, they checked both over and were happy everything suggested everything had happened exactly as it should.

“The two placentas would suggest that they are not identical.” Altair commented.

“I can see that dear… one has a penis, another has a vagina.” Vega chuckled at the obviousness of the situation that Altair had not realised as she kissed and hugged her husband. She certainly needed sleep, and she just hoped her two new additions would give her that small mercy after the night she had bringing them forth to the world.

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As we approach Christmas we need to put aside thoughts of toys and gifts and remember what the holiday is all about - a scared woman pushing out her first baby, no doctors or medical help, no pain relief, just the pain of feeling her lips part, the head forcing it’s way out and the utter elation as she got to hold her baby to her chest when it finally was born.

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have you ever written a reverse harem supporting their wife through labor at home?

Sorry no (I’m presuming by reverse harem, lots of men and 1 woman) - I’ll keep it in mind for any ideas I’m looking for in the future but I’m afraid it won’t be anytime soon. Unfortunately I can’t even say I’ve ever seen anything like this either to reccomded one.

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What next...

I am now caught up on any pre-made stuff from my recent holiday, so next posts will be much fewer and further between as I try to write around work/life commitments. What should I focus on? Are you enjoying the cruise series, would you like me to revisit Sophia and John... or would you like something else?

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Cruising to new life - part 6

As we rose on the third day of the cruise, we managed to catch the sunrise. Just sitting on our room balcony, watching the sky get lighter and lighter was magical. I sat with Jodie hand in hand, snuggled up in our dressing gowns just relaxing and enjoying the moment.

“You know what we didn’t do?” Jodie broke the silence.

“Whats that?” I answered.

“We didn’t book my spa appointment, with everything that happened the other day.”

With that, we resolved that we would sort that out today – likelihood is that with essentially spa appointments free of charge, we may have been too late and missed the boat (I know, sorry, bad choice of words) on it… but we kept our fingers crossed.

As we retreated back into the room to get dressed for the day, Jodie settled on a bikini and a cover up, announcing that today was going to be all about warming her bump under the sun and drinking as many fake ass margaritas as she could handle.

I laughed at her announcement. We had noticed that the bars actually seemed to have a healthy stock of non-alcoholic cocktail recipes on board. We weren’t sure if we could find a margarita exactly, but we were sure we could find something slushy that could do in a pinch.

I settled on a tee shirt and shorts, and with that, we set off for breakfast, already having been awake for a couple of hours, we were both starving. Breakfast itself was quiet – it was still early, and we were thankful we had beaten the rush. As much as were looking forward to meeting our little munchkin that was growing inside my wife’s belly, we had learned long ago that big groups of families with lots of small kids all yelling and screaming in unison was not really something we enjoyed. I’m dreading this little kiddie’s future birthday parties!

We made quick work of our breakfast, and continued up to the family pool area. We had around an hour before the spa opened, so settled back into a sun lounger and caught the morning sun as it rose higher and higher in the sky. Just as I thought I was dozing off, I heard a buzzing next to me. Jodie grabbed her phone and tapped on the screen. “Time to go!” she announced. I realised that she had actually set a timer to get us to the spa as early as possible – she was certainly a woman on a mission.

After giving her a hand up, we left a towel on the lounger in hopes that it would deter anyone from using them by the time we got back – we had found some very nice spots – and headed back down to deck 5. A member of the spa staff greeted us at the door, holding it open as we walked in. The reception area was nicely decorated, plenty of wood and plants – I suppose it was the norm for this sort of thing – celebrating nature, life and all that type of jazz.

Jodie asked about a possibility of a massage, and the receptionist looked through, advising her that all appointments had been booked for this week so far, and she could get a spot next week. She looked a bit dejected, but accepted that at least she was going to get her massage – just had to hope that she hadn’t given birth before then!

The staff were all smiles as they said that they could easily convert a maternity massage to a sports massage if I wanted to take your place should that happen. I honestly think that Jodie’s eyes were staring daggers at the lady as she announced that little titbit of information.

Suddenly the phone rang. The lady excused herself and picked up the phone. After a series of discussions, she announced that one of the other guests had actually cancelled for a session which was due to start in 30 minutes, so she could take that one instead.

I had never seen my wife smile so much. She was elated when she saw the pregnancy test, when she saw the baby for the first time on the ultrasound, and hell, even when we got married, but I seriously think that her smile could have gone from ear to ear at that announcement.

We were booked in, and filled in the questionnaire they handed us about any issues that she may have been having, that sort of thing. We said our goodbyes as she went off for her massage, but as she waddled off down the corridor to meet her massage therapist, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that available for after her massage by any chance?” I asked, pointing at an entry on the board of the spa area. A quick tap on the computer had confirmed that indeed it was – so I booked a 30 minute slot for myself and Jodie for after her massage.

The receptionist beamed “please come here a few minutes ahead of schedule sir and we will send your wife straight over after she is done with her massage.” I thanked the lady and headed back to deck 10 to enjoy the rising sun.

Jodie entered the treatment room to find a seat and a bed. The seat was a little unusual though – it was intended that you would straddle it – there was a hole for the belly and the head – it was so your back could be exposed without needing to lie down. The therapist explained that she would be in that for the first 30 minutes, getting her back and shoulders done, then she would move to the bed for a more traditional maternity massage, lying on her side with a pillow to support her bump.

After a quick check if she would need to be naked – indeed she would need to be – the therapist left the room so she could undress. She bundled up the coverup, and her bikini top and bottoms into the corner of the room, and looked at the chair. It had a paper cover at the bottom where you sat on for hygiene purposes, so she swung her legs over and pulling her weight over on a positioned grab rail next to the chair, slotted her belly into the hole on the padded rest. She tentatively leaned forward so her head was resting in the hole designed for it, the cushioned padding feeling warm to the touch. Between the hole in the back of the chair for her bump, and the slightly tilted forward position it left her head, she was surprised how comfortable it was – her breasts weren’t squashed up against the back of the chair or anything.

There was a knock at the door and a few moments later the therapist entered, smiling that Jodie had managed to get herself situated on the chair by herself. The therapist put on some relaxing music, poured oils onto her hands and told Jodie to relax, as she started moving her hands up and down her back, finding knots and tense areas all the way down her spine as Jodie could do nothing else but groan in appreciation.

For the next 30 minutes, Jodie was lost in her own little trance. The massage therapist moved up and down her back, squeezing and massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck, and then returning to her back once again. Jodie may have even fell asleep at one point, as she felt as soon as she had started, the 30 minutes were up, and the massage therapist was asking her to move over to the bed.

Jodie groaned – partly through enjoying the service so far, and partly as she really didn’t want to move from the comfortable position she was in, but taking the massage therapists hands, she managed to swing her leg back over the chair and wobbly stand on her own 2 feet. Steadying herself for a second, she waddled over to the bed across the room.

The massage therapist advised that she should lay down on the side of her choice, and she would need to move over to the other side after a few minutes – no lying on her back with a bump by all accounts. She chose to lay facing right at first, with the massage therapist laying a blanket over her and tucking it into place so she was fully covered with her head exposed.

The therapist moved over and sat down so she was at eye level with Jodie as she started to massage her face and temple. Jodie admitted it felt strange getting only half of her face massaged, but appreciated the fact that she would have had to lie with her belly to her side – she knew fine well how uncomfortable it was having the full weight of her baby pressing straight down on her insides if she was lying directly on her back.

The therapist moved down to massage her arm and hand on the exposed side, digging her thumbs in the appropriate places on Jodie’s palms to once more have her elicit a groan of appreciation.

Next to be massaged was her belly, though the therapist only used a light touch and didn’t apply any significant pressure, but it was clear that the baby within was enjoying it as much as the mother was, as bumps and pokes continued for minutes after the therapist had left the area, much to the amusement of both ladies.

Finally she moved down to Jodie’s hips and legs, as she massaged her thighs, once more using both hands to press her thumbs into Jodie’s skin, and whilst it was painful for a fraction of a second, the aches soon melted away under the expert touch of the masseuse.

As she moved further down the legs to Jodie’s ankles she managed to ask if that was safe – she’d heard things about ankle massage promoting the onset of labour. The masseuse gave a small laugh but reassured her that it was indeed safe, though once she was actually in labour, it had been suggested that massaging the feet and ankles helped relieve pain during contractions – so to perhaps keep that in mind when the time came.

Jodie managed a quick word of thanks as the ministrations of the masseuse send her lulling back into a blissful doze, thumbs of the masseuse digging into the soles of her feet and rubbing around her heels and ankles – the natural swelling in those areas deserving a lot more attention to relieve the aches and pains of carrying all the additional baby weight.

She was asked to sit up and re-position herself on her other side where it started all over again – face, arms, hands, belly, hips, legs and finally feet. At the end Jodie didn’t even know which way was up and down.

Jodie was given a hand up by the masseuse, who grabbed a clean dressing gown from the shelf next to her and wrapped it around Jodie in order to preserve her modesty as she sat back down again on the bed.

“Now drink plenty of water” she advised Jodie who nodded in turn, managing a dozy sounding confirmation by way of response. She was drifting on cloud nine right now, her entire body feeling ache free and loose. “I understand your husband has arranged a special surprise for you after your massage was finished, so if you’re OK with that, I’ll lead you to where he is waiting rather than to reception?”

Jodie’s attention jumped at that news. She wondered what was planned. Taking a tentative step up from the bed, she grabbed her clothes and followed the masseuse out of the treatment room and down the corridor. As they came to a door, Jodie noticed a sign saying ‘Rasul’ on the door. The masseuse keyed in a code and the two of them walked into a changing room of sorts, evidence of 1 set of clothing was hung up on the pegs, which Jodie recognised as being what I had been wearing earlier in the day – all of what I had been wearing.

The masseuse picked up the loose threads that were going through Jodie’s mind. “Please, when you are ready, you may lay your clothing down here, and take off your robe. Feel free to join your husband in the next room. I will lock the door behind me. Enjoy.” She smiled as she turned and walked out, the door lock clicking into place.

Jodie laid the bundle of clothes she was carrying down onto a seat in the corner of the room and opened the robe, hanging it up on a peg next to my own clothes. Taking sight of the door into the next room, she turned the handle and opened it to find me sitting there, stark naked.

“Come in babe.” I offered with a beaming smile on my face, my gorgeous wife silhouetted by the doorway. I stood up and walked over, cock swaying as I stepped across the room, watching her eyes home in on it and the smile light up on her face.

I took her hand and lead her over to the area I was sitting in – a long multi person bench which was covered in the same ceramic tiles as the rest of the room was decorated in. On top of this bench area were several cushions which were wrapped in a plastic or fake leather style covering which kept them waterproof and easy to wipe down.

“I know you shouldn’t be spending too long on your feet after having your entire body massaged to extreme levels, so please take a seat.” She did as I asked and settled herself down onto the cushion. “I read something about these being offered on the brochure and I knew we had to try it… a mud rasul. Basically what we do is cover each other in these pots of mud…” she noticed the pots now that I was pointing to “… and from there we have fun whilst it dries and moisturises your skin. Then we wash it off.”

“Oh really. What sort of fun do we have whilst its drying?” she asked, her mind already working to consider what I could offer.

“What sort of fun do you think 2 adults could have in the privacy of a locked room and 30 minutes to ourselves?” I answered, my own voice sounding mischievous.

“I can think of a few things you are really good at doing…” she purred at this point, relaxing into the seat as I grabbed the pot of mud and scooped out a large handful, smearing it on her belly. We took it in turns grabbing handfuls of mud from the pot and smearing it over each other’s body, our hands becoming a slippy mess as we smeared ourselves head to toe – well at least Jodie was smeared head to toe – I had to make do with whatever she could reach from her sitting position, but I had plenty of it covered in key spots – including 2 rather interesting hand prints on my butt as she slapped and grabbed.

As soon as we were covered in mud, we moved into rubbing each other and kissing, my hands finding her breasts, making patterns in the mud and playing with her nipples as she begged me to use my hands elsewhere. I did as I was asked, washing the mud off my hands with the jet of water available to one side as she parted her legs, her pussy lips a bright pink spot in the middle of a sea of brown mud.

My two fingers slipped in effortlessly, she was wet and waiting for me. I was grinning as I inserted them, offering “I didn’t know that the massage was that good.” She didn’t respond, just moaned loud as my fingers pushed in deeper, suddenly stopping and hooking them up to rub against her insides, dangerously close to her arousal zone. She was pleading at me with her eyes as I twitched my fingers back and forth, her head lolling backwards as she could do nothing else but moan again in obvious appreciation.

I spent a few minutes teasing the area as her hands roamed my body, eventually jump-grabbing her hands to my hair and pulling hard as her orgasm took over. She was quivering in my hands as I moved my fingers slowly back and forth, each movement setting her off again. She managed to tell me not to stop as I kept on doing the same for a good 30 seconds, she was eventually a panting wreck, managing a weak call for me to stop as she couldn’t take it anymore.

I hadn’t had my fill though. I got her to hold her legs back in a pseudo pushing pose, as I wrapped my arms around behind her breasts, grasping my hands together behind her, tipping her back as I supported her. She was hesitant at first, her only contact with the seat at this point was her ass and she was very concerned with slipping off, but as I thrust into her, her eyes rolled back into her head and any anxiety about moving was lost as I pressed her deeper and deeper into the seat with each thrust.

She pulled on her knees as she felt the next orgasm build, separating her legs more and giving me another fraction of an inch to go deeper, our mud-covered bodies slapping together with slick, gloopy sounds as I trusted back and forth. We had the idea that we were in a semi-public place in the back of our minds, even though the door was locked, but that made it all the more thrilling in the moment. She lost any inhibition as she approached her second orgasm of the session, her breathy moans changing to vocal yells as the feelings inside her reached higher and higher peaks of excitement. Jodie’s enjoyment fuelled me as I reached my climax, my own gasping moans joining hers as she felt the surge of liquid shoot from me and my twitching cock move inside her as it deposited spurt after spurt.

I let her lower her legs down and helped keep her upright as she managed to shakily put them on the ground, both of our breaths coming in panting gasps, exertion from the recent surge of activity enough to leave us out of breath. My own hands were shaky and my arms aching as I grabbed the shower head to the side and suggested we should get cleaned up.

I’d dare say we had as much fun washing off the mud as we had putting it on. The water was warmed to body temperature so it wasn’t unnecessarily too hot or cold, just our hands rubbing against each other. We finished with moving back into the changing room next door, into the shower in the changing room, where we finally found one on the ship which could accommodate both of us and the bump comfortably. Keeping an eye on the clock – 25 minutes of our 30 minute session had passed – we spent the next few minutes towelling each other down, enjoying the soft feel of the exquisite towels that were provided against our skins. I gave Jodie a hand to get back into her bikini and cover up, taking a moment to pull on my own shorts and tee shirt as I pushed the robe she had entered the room with into the wash basket. As we unlocked the door and caught sight of one of the ladies from the spa, she smiled.

“I hope you’re both nice and relaxed now, and I really hope you enjoyed our rasul room. Its unusual to have on a ship, but Mr LeGrand was very insistent that it should be included when the ship was designed.”

“If I see him, ill tell him thanks, it was wonderful.” I replied, my hand gravitating towards Jodie’s back as we waved goodbye to the staff, left the room and headed back up to the pool deck.

We were fully expecting that our reserved beds would have been taken by others since the day was now getting close to lunchtime, but to our surprise, both beds were free. Jodie settled down and sent me off to get her a water – all the exertion taking it out of her, along with the recommendation form the masseuse fresh in her mind. By the time I got back, she was asleep on the sun lounger.

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Cruising to new life - part 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Why is it I got the perfect inspiration for a halloween night story tonight and not a few weeks back when I would have had time to write it ready for tonight.

Mum is in labour but kids want to go trick or treating. Mum walks up a long street with a kid on each hand and a big bump in between them. As she gets to the final house on the street and she thinks she can start heading back home there’s a splash… and I’m sure you all know what that means.

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Dire Circumstances

This post comes as a bit of a break from my current cruise storyline as it's been a special request from a friend of mine who is very much into werewolves, and has just had some very good news, so I promised I would push this ahead as a celebration.

There were 8 of you he fucked that night 9 or so months ago. 7 of your pack sisters and you. Only one pregnancy had taken – damn the poor genetics of Were creatures – so of course you were the centre of attention as the little gift he gave you grew inside. 41 weeks now of no shifting, being stuck in human form, watching your belly balloon out to this distended lump you can’t help but hold as another contraction wracks you from the inside.

You’re doing as tradition dictates – when it comes time to give birth you travel to the wilderness to become one with nature. You’re well aware of the process of giving birth - you’ve blended into human society for years as a midwife. You’ve seen – and helped – countless human babies into the world. But Were babies were different. Typically bigger for starters – though pregnancies for Were folk were so rare you had only seen 2 in your entire life.

Thankfully your species live a long time by human standards and have an innate ability to heal their wounds. But you still feel pain, and as the muscles cramping around your midsection finally relent you swear under your breath at the fact that Were creatures can’t use traditional human pain relief methods.

You’re the pack midwife but you’re joined by your mother on this journey as someone suitable to guide you through the trials of birthing. 2 of your pack sisters are along to provide support. And him. ‘Four-large-paws’ as he was christened by the pack many years ago – or his more traditional human name – Jack. This man was a hulking mass of a creature in both his human and wolf forms. Even transformed to a wolf as he is now, he was shoulder height with you. He certainly wore the dire wolf shape with pride.

He was our pack alpha. Our protector. Father of our spawn. Lets be honest - big wolf had a big dick which felt really good 9 months ago. Now his big baby had resulted in your monstrous bump sticking out in front, and the child you carried was wanting to get out and it fucking hurts.

You’d shed your clothes a long time ago. Even though you were outside in the breeze you were simply too hot. There’s a blanket on the floor you were resting on as you groan out loud both hands pressed tight into your belly as the next contraction picks up. They felt like they were on top of each other. The transition stage the humans called it. For humans it lasts a mercifully short time. You didn’t have the god of mercy on your side as you enter the second hour of non stop relentless muscle pain.

“How is she doing?” Jack asked, shifting from his wolf form to human, and as a result, as naked as you were. He’d just returned from another patrol on the outskirts of the camp, wanting to be actively doing something rather than sit and watch, feeling powerless.

“9 centimetres” replied your mother. “She’s almost there. I remember this stage with her. You want to give up but your body keeps constantly reminding you that you have a job to do.” You manage a nod in between your groans. It was a great honour to birth for the pack but why did it have to hurt so damned much.

You suddenly gasp as a splash of water escapes between your legs. Your waters had broken. Another step towards the end. The problem was that the cushion that the waters had once given you had also disappeared, and now you felt the baby within you grind relentlessly into your pelvis.

You have a moment of doubt wondering if your hips could even manage to birth this baby – you had an ultrasound last week which suggested it could be up to 12 pounds by human standards. Normally that would be cause for alarm and even suggestions that a natural birth would not be possible, but Werewolf babies were always born big and your species was able to cope, your hips separating, your ligaments loosening to accommodate the much larger infant within the birth canal.

You throw your head back and howl – as best as you could do with the vocal cords of a human, it was much easier as a wolf – as your hand reaches down between your legs, your fingers reaching in past wet folds of skin as you press into your vagina feeling for signs of the baby. You once felt the bag expanding out, thinking the baby was just behind it, but now you couldn’t feel anything.

You roll over and grunt as you push yourself up off the ground, the 3 other ladies jumping in to help you up. With their help you scramble to your feet between contractions and plod over to a tree, leaning against it as the next one picks up.

The liquids are still dripping slow drops from between your legs, so you stand with a wide stance, trying your hardest to keep it dropping on the floor rather than running down your leg and causing you an irritation – you had enough things going on to keep you annoyed with your body right now.

You breathe in deep, soothing breaths as you had told mothers to be countless times before and you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that whilst it's working a little, it feels like a whistle in a hurricane for the amount of difference it really makes to the pain you experience.

“Can I help pull it out?” Jack asked. He was certainly a good carer for the pack, but when he felt powerless, he reverted to type – overcoming something with physical power rather than logic.

“No child.” your mother responded. Normally the pack alpha would not be allowed to be responded to in such a submissive manner, but as your mother counted as a pack elder, she had more leeway than most – after all she had seen Jack grow from a pup herself before the death of the previous Alpha, where Jack had succeeded to leadership in a trial of combat amongst his peers. “A woman must face this trial alone. Mother Gaia would not permit the Were children to be cut out of their mother like the humans. The mother must bear the children as our ancestors did many generations ago.”

“Believe me, it fucking sucks!” you scream as you squat down lower using the tree for support as you let out an involuntary push.

“You’re close, push when your body tells you to” your mother jumps in, realising that you are close to losing all control and your body taking over.

“Never mind it telling me, it’s shouting at me” you gasp as you bear down again, fingers pressing tight into the bark of the tree, trying to do anything to help relieve some of the pain and frustration you were feeling.

The naked dire wolf turned human walked towards you and showing care and affection, he pressed his body against you, large hands covering yours on the tree. He took one and placed it on your belly, felling the muscles within tense and contract as you took the opportunity to yell in pain. His other hand held you up and kept you from buckling at the knees now that your bracing against the tree had been lost.

Oddly it helped you cope. You felt his grizzled bearded face press against your neck as you pressed your body back into his, his muscled frame providing you an anchor to focus on. Still the seemingly relentless pain ached your insides, and the scant moments of relief as you actively pushed seemed to provide less and less comfort as you felt yourself fill up inside, your labia bulging as the baby worked its way down your canal and rested just inside your opening.

You guided the hand that was enveloping yours from your belly down to between your legs, and you seperated your lips. You felt it then, skin within the fullness between your legs. You wrapped your whole hand around one of Jack’s fingers and pressed it into you so he could feel it too.

“Your… our baby” you gasped. You felt him hold you tighter.

His rough, calloused finger gave you an idea. You snaked your hips as best you could until it rested against your clit. The electric sensation as you felt him press against the engorged nub sent you shivering, but it helped take your mind off the sensations coursing through your body. He gladly picked up the pace, his finger pressing and jiggling the nub as you gasped – unsure if this was a by-product of the contraction or if he had managed to make you cum with only a few moments of attention.

The sensation was soon lost though as the need to push overcame you. You dug your feet into the ground and pressed your body back into Jack as if to provide a counter pressure to the downward force your body was exerting. The 2 wolf sisters who travelled with you almost shouted in unison “I can see it” as your lips finally parted by themselves and allowed the first glimpse of the baby you bring into the world.

“Good job my spark” you mother used her pet name for you to try and keep you motivated. Your pack name was “Thunder Shower Lightning” to signify that you were born in the middle of a terrible storm, your own mind thinking if your mother had it any worse than you giving birth in the middle of a rainstorm – at least the water would have been cooling you feel, as the heat of the exertion you are doing continues to fill your body.

5 more pushes happened, 3 contractions, you feeling like they were almost on top of each other with no time to rest before the next update was given from group watching you. “Thats not a head” shrieked one of the 2 Were sisters. You knew this of course. You were aware from the ultrasound you did on yourself that the baby was breech. It didn’t change anything, you still had to push it out. The baby, a son you knew, though you were forbidden from announcing it to the pack, was frank breech – he was essentially folded in half within your womb and this feet were up next to his head. You knew it was going to be tough and had been mentally trying to prepare yourself all week for the test your body was going to be put under.

“You knew?” your mother asked you. You manage a nod as you push once more. You squat down further – at least as much as Jack’s enormous frame will let you sink low – and scream.

The child is massive. Its buttocks and legs combined easily wider than the head. You felt a searing pain in your crotch. “She’s torn” one of the two Were sisters announced, blood evident now on the ground. Nothing for it now though, you’re stuck this way until you push the baby out, so you grit your teeth and scream through the pain. You hoped that the tear would at least allow for easier passage of the baby, but no such luck, you still had to push hard, almost as if the angle of the baby had his feet bracing itself against your insides.

The next push you feel the baby release further. “We have a boy” announced the other Were sister, the babys genitals exposed between his tucked-up legs. You’re certain that Jack held you tight all over again.

You tugged your arm forward screaming “let me go” as Jack released you and you fell forward onto your knees, yelling in pain as another push forced yet more of the baby out. You had birthed your son to his chest, and you felt exhaustion closing in with the amount of effort you needed.

“Shall I pull” Jack announced.

“No!” came a chorus from the 3 other women who were in the process of moving around.

You placed your hands on the floor and leaned forward to a hands and knees position as you pressed your butt down closer to the floor, opening the width between your legs trying to give as much room as possible for the combined width of the babys chest, shoulders and legs. With a triumphant scream the blood and vernix covered mass slipped out from between your legs, leaving you panting, gasping for air.

Jack reacted first from all 4 of the people in attendance and he held the body of his son reverently between your legs. Your mother was checking for the cord to ensure that there was no risk to the child. You continued to gasp, big heaving pants sending your breasts and belly quaking back and forth.

“Almost there” your mother advised you. That’s when you realised that you still had to birth the head. The part that traditionally takes the longest, the biggest stretch. Your body’s next contraction a reminder that there was also no way to prevent it from happening.

You had a moment of panic. None of the 4 birth attendants had ever dealt with a breech before. You were the only one who knew what to do. Your mother had only had 1 child – you – and you were born traditionally head first.

“Take the…” you managed to start the sentence before you were cut short by the scream of a contraction. “support the weight as I push” you finally gasped as you steeled yourself for the next contraction. The baby was lifted so he was perpendicular to it’s direction of movement, Jacks long fingers cradling the entire body.

“Someone get their fingers in and press my lips, give the head as much room to pass.” you managed. You felt smaller, more delicate fingers, no idea who's, slip into you and then searing pain as they stretched the tear further apart. You howled out loud, certain you were almost going to black out from the pain, but you held your breath and pushed with the contraction.

You held your breath and pushed. The pain made your head swim, but Jack’s voice rang out and pierced through the fog. “Here he comes, keep on going.”

The head pushing through your lips caused the tear to open further, blood free flowing down your legs, your voice caught in a silent scream, your throat raw due to the amount of yelling you had been doing. You feel the mass push through your legs. Each fraction of an inch was excruciating, but finally, with a sense of relief you didn’t think was possible, the head passed through your opening and into Jack’s hands, the umbilical cord pulsing as the baby takes its first breath, a shrill cry escaping its lungs.

Your wobbling arms couldn’t hold you up anymore as you planted face first into the ground, panting and sobbing. Your ass and crotch were poked in the air as your mother clamped and bit through the cord, symbolic of the cycle of nature.

You rolled over and stared at the group of 5 now, the size of the baby in Jack’s hands twice the size of any newborn you had ever seen birthed by a human. The tear between your legs was already starting to heal now it hadn’t been stretched in a few moments, the pain reducing to a dull ache. Jack passed the baby to you as he latched to your breast.

“We need to think of a name for our son.” Jack spoke. “Something to symbolise the day.”

You grinned. “There is no way I’m calling my firstborn Bloodsoaked Crotchripper.”

Jack looked crestfallen. “How did you know I was thinking that. OK a veto. I need to go back to the drawing board.”

#fpreg #birth kink #birth #pregnancy #labor kink #werewolves

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Your new story has me inspired! Do you have any other mother/daughter birth fic recommendations? Either written by yourself or other users? Thanks ☺️

I know of a few... unfortunately I can't give them the proper credit as I don't know who originally wrote them. They aren't mine, but I have them saved.

Mother Daughter Day

Mothers little helper (only the mother is pregnant in this one though)

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Cruising to new life - part 4

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

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

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

Jess protested “but your contractions…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turned and saw his same red faced complexion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fpreg #birth kink #birth #pregnancy #labor kink

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Cruising to new life - part 3

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

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

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

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

Jess grunted. “Condoms?”

Miguel grinned “those… or diseases.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fpreg #birth kink #birth #pregnancy #labor kink

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If there’s anyone out there interested in writing a little piece for inclusion in my cruise story, please get in touch. There’s scope of around 400 pregnant women on board and 2 weeks of cruise time to fill - and I really don’t want to have big chunks of ‘and time passes’ without much happening - but if I did it all myself I’d be on years writing this based on my availability (I’m only onto day 3 and it’s taken me my 3 week holiday to do that when in theory I had a lot of time on my hands.) I’d like to keep away from writing about my established characters as I have plans for those but there’s plenty of room for you to come up with your own character and have them interact with mine if you wish.

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Cruising into new life - part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Charlie ?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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