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A (Very Pregnant) (Male) (Elven) Witch III
🕑 Added 2023-07-31 20:32:11 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for PferdHerder.
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Jack knew something wasn’t right as he and Matthew were arriving home from campus one afternoon, several days later. He was breathless and flustered, his stomach feeling tense.
“You don’t look so good,” said Matthew, standing too close as usual.
“It’s nothing,” Jack responded, removing his spelledcoat to allow his belly to protrude at its full girth. “It’s just —” indigestion, Jack would have said, had he not been cut off by the groan escaping his throat. Because the subtle tension had escalated to something more palpable, a squeeze.
Matthew helped Jack upstairs to Jack’s bedroom as more “squeezes” assailed Jack’s abdomen, these ones transcending discomfort. Now it was just getting painful. How long had he been in —? God, was he really in labor?
“Ohhh…” Jack moaned through another contraction that halted his efforts to untie his sweatpants. He drew in a deep breath after it passed. “I didn’t think it would happen so fast,” he rambled mostly to himself, fingers clumsy from nerves. He finally got the waistband undone. “Fuhhcckk…” He breathed as his belly clenched up again, his hands gripping his dresser for support.
“Heh, I never heard you curse before.”
It was only then that Jack looked up and truly registered that Matthew was still in the room, watching him.
“Guhhh…” Jack got out of his pants, his aversion to the exposure at conflict with the growing tension in his backside. His body felt like a furnace. “Oh god,” he managed, tugging at his shirt but not managing to get it off. Instead it bunched up over his bump as his hands shot down to clutch his belly, the pain disorienting. He struggled and endured and waited for it to pass.
“Do you want to lie down?” said Matthew, stepping closer.
“No,” Jack stammered. He could feel Matthew’s eyes on his belly, watching the visible spasms of Jack’s uterus. “No, I just…” How could this be progressing so quickly? It was insane. “This was supposed to take hours, or days,” Jack choked out.
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?” said Matthew.
It was hard to see Matthew’s logic when Jack was panicking. Matthew was lingering. The baby was coming. Jack was in pain. And Matthew was staring. Jack had always been determined to do this alone, but now— “M-maybe you s-should—errrgghhhhh!” It was the worst contraction yet. Jack arched and struggled, tears leaking down his face. As it started to wind down, he wearily lowered himself to his knees on the carpet.
Matthew crouched down beside him.
“God, its coming,” Jack rambled, knowing he was sobbing pathetically. “Nngghhh, no, fuhhh…”
“You’re doing great,” said Matthew with a nervous energy, but also thrill, because he was excited. He rubbed Jack’s belly. Maybe he thought he was helping, but he was only adding to the stress. “God, you’re so huge.”
“ERRRGHHHH!” The next contraction was excruciating, belly squeezing and shoving, shoving the baby down. Jack held his belly with one hand as he grunted and pushed, in too much pain to do anything but clench his teeth and try to bear it. Matthew was right, he was huge, this baby was impossibly huge, and Jack couldn’t possibly— “Nrrghhhhh…” It was so painful Jack was seeing stars. He didn’t want to do this. He couldn’t possibly — fuck, he could feel it coming, trying to crown. He spread his legs as wide as possible. He pushed and shoved, but the baby only shuddered. “Gnnnhhh…” His face was beet red, some drool trickling down his chin.
“Keep going,” Matthew encouraged.
“C-can’t,” Jack stammered, when the pain mitigated just a little. “D-don’t want to,” he rasped, feeling delirious from pain. He’d changed his mind about this whole thing. He was opting out. He just — there was no way he could do this.
“Almost there.” Matthew helped pull off the rest of his shirt. Then he resumed rubbing Jack’s belly, indulgently rubbing, as Jack struggled.
“AAAHHHHHHH!” Jack screamed, throwing his head back, and something was —“FUCKK!” he cried as he felt the head and — “Nrrggghhhh!” His hand practically squeezed into his abdomen, wanting this to be over. Wanting it out once and for all.
“You doing it!” said Matthew.
The shoulders. “Mmghhh...” That sharp, stinging pain and tension. Jack felt dizzy.
Jack couldn’t believe… There was a squalling cry. It was finally over.
“Congrats,” said Matthew as Jack lowered himself across the carpet.
As he felt his newborn being tucked into his arms, Jack allowed his eyes to fall closed.
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PferdHerder
Nice!
