The second baby comes quickly, far too fast for my bruised, aching cunt hole. By the time the shoulders come out I’m sobbing in agony, pleading for the pain to end. The doctor, ready to go home, jerks the baby out too fast and causes a deep, angry tear all the way to my asshole. I whimper and moan as I wait for the final baby to come but, despite the hard contractions and my body’s innate attempts to push, it doesn’t. Finally the impatient doctor has had enough. He snaps on an elbow high glove and plunges his hand deep inside me. 

Sebastian was doing his regular nightly duties when all of a sudden he a got sharp pain in his side. He gasped in pain but just ignored it and went back to his duties. After a while, it was morning and Sebastian's pains went from bad to worse, but Sebastian just thought he was coming down with some demon sickness so he went to Ciel's room to wake him up.

There are a pair of grogeous teen girls who live next door to me. Lauren and Amy were the same age as me and we've all been through school together. As we have grown up and hit our teens, I've found myself sexual attracted to the girls, and they also felt the same way. During our early teens we spent most of the time doing the "You show yours, I'll show mine" situations, but never had sex.
I get on my bicycle when a terrible ache increased in my lower stomach. I rubbed it to ease the pain. Ignoring it and I rode on my bicycle to the first stop. I rang the doorbell and delivered it to the gentleman that came out. I turned around to get on my bike when a sharp pain caused me to fall to my knees clutching my stomach. I moaned and breathed through the pain. After it was over, i got on my bicycle to the next stop. Meanwhile I did, I felt a burst of fluids draining from my

“Thanks,” he gratefully sighed as Jared helped him wiggle his way out of his sopping wet sweatpants and underwear. He’d barely been in the rain, but it was enough to have left him soaked. Jensen raised his arms, and Jared pulled his shirt over his head, helping him struggle into the dry one, once he was completely naked. “Can you grab the pillows off the couch, and the blanket?”
I awoke that morning feeling Braxton Hicks contractions in my belly but decided to just shrug it off for now. I was sure they'd stop once I had some food. I climbed out of bed as Brian continued to snore softly beside me and waddled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I was just getting ready to sit down so I could go when I felt a pop and water rushed down my legs soaking the bath mat.
Arthur growled wordlessly and Gaius subsided. Merlin lay still, wasted in the wake of his latest pain and wondered for the first time if he really had the strength to do this. He’d been undernourished for months, at first unable to hold onto anything he ate and later unable to force much of anything down his throat. He’d always been skinny but he didn’t think he’d ever been this thin before. He’d observed plump, healthy women, glowing with vitality killed off by the process of childbirth. He was about as far from healthy he could get. This was only his third contraction and he could already feel himself succumbing to exhaustion. He didn’t try to fight it; it was just so much easier to give in to the tug of sleep. Merlin was barely aware of the bed dipping beside him and a rough hand grasping his own in a gentle grip before he was lost to the darkness of sleep.

Amy found it harder and harder to keep her masculine side intact. Her voice had raised and she was now moaning in pain with every push. She breathed heavily as she continued. She wanted this to end. She was tired of letting Leshia be her midwife and allow her to see everything that was going on down there. She wanted to give birth alone, but Leshia was too worried and wouldn’t allow it.
Jensen hadn’t been feeling well when he woke up that morning and by noon he was complaining of back spasms. After taking a long, hot bath, he felt a little better, so the two of them decided to wait out the storm by watching their favorite movies. Two hours into the movie and the start of their second film, Jensen felt a sharp pain in his stomach that quickly receded. It was then he realized it wasn’t just Braxton-Hicks contractions and he was definitely in labor.
Her stomach was even larger than it had been the day before.  However, rather than the fleshy, round beach ball it had been it was more of an oblong shape, her belly button jutting out boldly like the cork on a wine bottle.  Tia frowned thoughtfully as this, running her fingers across her tummy gently.  The skin was still taut and smooth, but very firm to t
Emerging Secret (Mpreg) Ch. 1 Alternate Ending 1                      Jim placed his hand on his belly and his back against the shower wall. He balled his one hand into a fist as he pushed himself up from the ground, his knees buckling a bit as he wobbly stood up. With another swift waft of pain overcoming him he hunched forward, facing the floor. Jim bit his lower lip and as he waddled over to a cabinet, and grabbed a few towels.

Like a turtle on its back, Jensen was stuck on the floor. He’d squatted down to pick something up, was thrown off balance by their huge monstrosity of a dog, Harley, and when he tried to catch himself, his hand slipped on the tile. Jensen ended up flat on his back on the floor with Harley licking his face. If he really wanted to try, Jensen was sure he could get up, but decided just to lay there instead, just for a few moments until he could muster enough energy to pull himself up. Two minutes turned into twenty and Jensen was still lying on the floor weighing the pros and cons of staying there and waiting for Jared to find him, or attempting to try now to get up.
Amy found it harder and harder to keep her masculine side intact. Her voice had raised and she was now moaning in pain with every push. She breathed heavily as she continued. She wanted this to end. She was tired of letting Leshia be her midwife and allow her to see everything that was going on down there. She wanted to give birth alone, but Leshia was too worried and wouldn’t allow it.

When he woke, he was back in Arthur’s bed. He opened his eyes and glanced around. He wanted his son, the urge to hold him, to see him, was overwhelming. Before he could begin to panic though, his eyes fell on the cradle beside the bed, and he leaned over the side in order to get his first glimpse. All he could see was a tuft of golden hair and a wrinkled little face. He nearly fell off the bed trying to scramble out of it.
Her stomach was even larger than it had been the day before.  However, rather than the fleshy, round beach ball it had been it was more of an oblong shape, her belly button jutting out boldly like the cork on a wine bottle.  Tia frowned thoughtfully as this, running her fingers across her tummy gently.  The skin was still taut and smooth, but very firm to t
Suddenly, Francis felt the ring of fire return as his anus slowly bulged and stretched around the baby's head. His chest burned and he paused to draw breath but too late, the head had slipped back inside. Get back out here!" Niso felt helpless. He could only stay by the pregnant male and offer just the smallest relief. His hands kneaded the knots in Francis’ heaving flank and lower back, easing some of the pressure. “You're doing it, just keep pushing. It's already crowned Francis." He kissed the laboring male’s shoulder and temple as encouragement then shuffled back to check Francis' entrance. Niso was able to make out a tuft of dark hair poking out as the baby started to crown, and knew it would come out quickly if Francis gave a hard push.
Francis eyes widened. He could die? He shook his head fervently and blinked back tears as he tried to centre himself for the next contraction. He focused on the intense burning sensation in between his legs and willed the baby to move downwards. When the next contraction came, Francis scrunched his face in pain and shuddered violently. His toes curled and he flung his head back, crying out as both shoulders crashed through his anus. He panted hard then pushed again, gasping the moment his baby slipped free.
Mark, a pregnant male teenager, was in his second trimester of pregnancy. His belly was huge and round. He was abandoned by his partner so he decided to raise his child alone. He started going to a yoga class for pregnant males. He made new friends. They were separated into classes with the same months of pregnancy they were in. He went twice a week and stretched with his pregnant buddies. He loved going because it really relaxed his body. He went day after day and reached his third trimester. He was 9 months pregnant with his first child. He was excited for his baby to come. Every day he would let his baby listen to music, hear stories, and he bought baby clothes. He was ready for the baby to come. He went to his yoga class like any other day and talked to his friends. They would feel each other's bellies. The instructor came in and got them ready. The classes were about an hour each. It was over and Mark and his friends went into the elevator to get to the first floor. CRASH! The elevator stopped leaving the guys wondering and worrying. "What happened?!" There were 5 guys trapped including Mark in the elevator. They were all 9 months pregnant. "What do we do?!" The panicked and tried to find a way out. Some guys sat down on the floor. Henry, one of his friends, grasped at his belly. "What's wrong?!" "I-I don't know just suddenl-!" He hunched over again in pain. Mark went to him and helped him down when a gush of fluid was released wetting his pants. "What?! My water broke! I can't be in labor now!!" "Calm down Henry everything will be alright." Henry was sitting down and groaning in pain. The rest of the guys were comforting him. "Okay don't push yet we will be saved soon." Henry grit his teeth and tried not to push when a contraction came. "I can't. The b-baby is coming NOW!" One of the guys pulled down his sweatpants and allowed him to push. The elevator suddenly shook. Paul, his friend that is pregnant with twins, looses his balance and falls with a crash against the elevator wall. "Ungh." His water broke and he panicked. "My water broke! What do I do." Two guys were in labor and the babies were close to coming. Josh and William were trying to calm them down. Mark was with Henry on the ground and helping him give birth. Josh and William helped Paul. Josh stood up and his water broke. He crouched to the floor moaning. William and Mark panicked. Too many of them were going into labor. It was about an hour that passed and William started getting contractions. Mark helped all of them lower their sweatpants to let the baby pass easier. Henry's opening was at the widest point. His baby's head was coming. He squirmed and pushed. "Ow! I can't it's too big. Get it out!" Mark worried and he tried to calm him down. Mark started getting contractions but didn't mention them. The baby's head popped out. Henry looked down and smiled while touching the baby's head. "My baby. He is finally almost out." Henry sets his hand on his opening and holds it tight when he pushed to help it from tearing. Mark looked around the elevator and saw all of them side by side in labor. Henry's baby was out and in his arms. Henry rested and looked at his newborn baby boy. "Ow!" Paul yelled. Mark looked over in a hurry and saw his opening tear from the baby coming. Mark rushed over when he felt a burst out of him of fluids wetting his sweatpants. He looked down and knew his baby was going to come. He felt the baby's head drop lower into his anus. Mark went and leaned on the wall and went into a birthing position. He stayed calm and pulled his sweatpants lower. His anus bulged and he pushed. A burning sensation came and he stopped. The more he pushed the more painful it got. He looked up in shock wondering how much worse it would get. Paul yelled in pain. Paul and Josh's water broke sending them into hard labor. Paul was the only one having twins. Mark concentrated on his baby and he pushed with all his might hoping it would be over. He looked down and saw his opening spread wider and wider exposing the baby. He leaned forward and pushed again. His anus stretched to the widest point and he pushed but his baby didn't move out. He was in pain. He touched down and spread his opening to make it wider for the baby's head. The baby's head popped out with his fluid. He leaned back in relief and rested. He looked around and saw Paul still struggling with the first baby. His anus bulged out and it was at the widest point. William had his baby's head out and he pushed for the body. Josh had his baby boy in his arms and was closing his eyes with his baby in his arms. He was looking around when a sudden shock came from his anus. He felt him tear and he gasped for air. He pushed with all his might and out came his baby with the remaining of his fluid. He quickly drew his baby up to his arms. It was a baby girl. "Ah! It burns! Someone help!! Get him out of me!!" Paul yelled in pain still not making any progress. They all had their baby in their arms except for Paul. Mark needed to help him. He tried to move over to him even though he was sore and still in pain. He crawled over and set his baby down on his sweatpants. Mark spread Paul's closed legs and took a look. Paul scrunched his face in pain and kept trying to close his legs. Mark made an effort to keep them open. He told him to push. "I can't." "You have to cmon push!" Paul pushed and panted. He pushed and slowly the baby's head came out. Paul rested when the shoulders popped out. Mark pulled the baby out gently and set the baby on Paul's stomach. Unfortunately he still had one more baby to give birth to. Paul's water broke again and he pushed. The second baby was much easier. The head popped out followed by the body. Both of his babies were in his arms. They were all done giving birth.

Pain hit him like a fist in the chest at Gaius’s words. It was so unexpected he gasped from it and Gaius looked at him sharply knowing it should be too soon for another contraction. Merlin shook his head and rolled over onto his side giving the old man his back until he could compose himself. Only there was no composure to be found. He couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes and spilled out onto his cheeks.


He was right. Who knew if the snipers were still there or not? Bending over, he allowed John's arm about his neck as he got him to his feet before beginning the agonizingly slow walk to the dressing rooms. It seemed that John could only walk so far before having to stop to breathe through contractions that were now right on top of each other. And it hurt Sherlock nearly as much to see John in that much pain. Why Omegas chose to do this at all seemed completely illogical to him... Desperate to ease some of the pain, he pulled John close to him; letting his head rest against his chest and swaying together until John decided to move again. And from the look on John's face, it was the best thing he could have done. It was during one of these 'dances' that Shelock was alarmed to discover that John was now trembling under his touch even though he couldn't possibly be cold.
Mpreg Part2/3Brett woke up and saw her sleeping. He felt better but whenever he moved his belly jolted with pain. He was afraid something bad happened to his baby. He set aside the thought and brought a blanket and draped Vicky. He went into the kitchen and was starting to make dinner when his belly was tight. He rubbed it to ease the pain but it still hurt every now and then. Vicky woke up to smell burning. She quickly got up and looked around through the thin layer of steam. She saw Brett laying on the kitchen floor coughing. She ran over to him and checked if he was okay. She saw the stove burning on fire. She grabbed the fire extinguisher and blew out the stove. After a few minutes the steam was starting to go away. She helped him on the couch and noticed he was in pain coming from his stomach. She massaged his belly and looked up at him. "DONT DO ANY WORK!! From now on I will!! You got me WORRIED!!" Vicky looks away and starts crying. "V-Vicky. I'm sorry. I just wanted to help." "Well don't."
Then he hurried over to the bathroom, picking up both swaddled babies from the floor and returning to the bedroom, laying them on the large bed next to their bearer. Francis moaned and wriggled weakly on the bed. His strength was spent. Francis threw an arm over his forehead and inhaled sharply as another contraction rolled over him. He was so tired. All he wanted was to sleep, and erase the last four hours. He turned his head and gasped loudly when his muscles tensed again, biting into the duvet to muffle his cries. Niso sat on the bed and watched him, gripping at his hand lightly now. There wasn't anything he could do but sit there with him. Sighing, he shook his head, wondering when Francis would next give birth and how many more he'd be having. Francis buried his face in the pillow. His soft cries became more urgent as he curled in on himself, clutching his heaving abdomen. His insides felt like they were being ripped open. "Nnnggh..!"With the next contraction he squeezed Niso's hand, hard enough to bruise. His back arched off the bed as the baby suddenly shifted and the horrible pressure in his pelvis returned. Francis groaned and rubbed his stomach furiously, feeling his muscles seize and contract against his will. This was not his body anymore; he had no control. Niso gritted his teeth but didn't say anything, allowing Francis to squeeze his hand. "Is it coming yet?" He asked, frowning as he watched Francis continue to writhe on the bed. Using his free hand, Niso tried to keep the other’s legs spread wide, hoping the nightmare would be over soon with the final birth or births. Francis whined, struggling to loose himself from the covers. He wanted to be on all fours but his legs were tangled and plastered to the bedsheets by sweat and birth fluids. He rolled over to his side and looked at Niso. "N-Need to get up.." Francis managed to gasp out before he concentrated on his breath. This time the pain was so strong it felt like knives were being twisted inside his gut. He latched onto Niso's arm and tried to haul himself upwards, wheezing, when suddenly his stomach clenched and a gush of fluids splashed down his legs. Francis shuddered. "AHHHHHHHHHHH...!"
"Her name." John explains. "Sarah and I decided that we were going to name her Nora." And he held his breath in wait of Sherlock's response. He remembered the grief that Sherlock had given him when he and Sarah were deciding on names for their son, Rory; how they couldn't have come up with something more unique. This coming from a man named Sherlock who has a brother named Mycroft... Sometimes it was nice to be normal. And darn it if he was going to let Sherlock change...
Her stomach was even larger than it had been the day before.  However, rather than the fleshy, round beach ball it had been it was more of an oblong shape, her belly button jutting out boldly like the cork on a wine bottle.  Tia frowned thoughtfully as this, running her fingers across her tummy gently.  The skin was still taut and smooth, but very firm to t
Niso nodded as he held the baby up and was grabbing one of the towels he'd brought from the bathroom, cleaning it off. "It's out Francis, it's out." He said, looking up at the younger male. "Is that...is that all of them?" Niso asked meekly, swallowing a lump in his throat. He doubted Francis was up for another birth. He laid the baby once it was cleaned and wrapped up with it's siblings, looking over the little babies before he turned his attention back on Francis again. "Oh, thank goodness." Francis hung his head and grunted tiredly. His fingers trailed over his newly deflated stomach and pressed just above his pubic bone, feeling for any hardness. "I-I think so." When Francis found none he shook his head. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as he crawled over to Niso and laid his head in his lap, hands reaching out to clutch at the older male's shirt. After a few seconds, the young man broke down, sobbing quietly. He was utterly exhausted, his body physically spent of energy.
Jimmy’s eyes blinked as he tried to understand what was happening. Jimmy’s mind was racing. He wanted to ask about the baby but he couldn’t for some reason form words. He just looked deep into Allen.  Jimmy nodded his head as Allen began to move his lips again. “Look, I’m so sorry Jimmy. Last night was a mistake. I should have never brought you here. I’m your teacher. You’re my student. This is wrong. I could get fired for this. You’re such a bright and attractive boy, but you’re just a boy. I shouldn
Suddenly, Francis felt the ring of fire return as his anus slowly bulged and stretched around the baby's head. His chest burned and he paused to draw breath but too late, the head had slipped back inside. Get back out here!" Niso felt helpless. He could only stay by the pregnant male and offer just the smallest relief. His hands kneaded the knots in Francis’ heaving flank and lower back, easing some of the pressure. “You're doing it, just keep pushing. It's already crowned Francis." He kissed the laboring male’s shoulder and temple as encouragement then shuffled back to check Francis' entrance.  Niso was able to make out a tuft of dark hair poking out as the baby started to crown, and knew it would come out quickly if Francis gave a hard push.
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