The sudden squeak of rubber soled shoes on polished floors signaled that apparently sick, demented cow noises, was a good clear signal to trained medical staff that a baby was arriving imminently. Jared moved out of the way of the flurry of arriving staff, to the head of the bed where Jensen had managed to partly drape himself as he pushed and strained to deliver their baby girl.

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.
Sherlock's heart lept into his throat. This wasn't supposed to happen. John's due due was still three weeks away and he had already from day one made perfectly clear that he didn't want to be anywhere near when 'it' decided to make its appearance. "I...I'll drive you to St. Bart's..." he stammered, unsuccessfully hiding the trace of fear in his voice.
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.
Seeing the fluids, Niso got onto his knees and helped Francis onto his hands and knees, rubbing at his lower back after. "Breathe Francis." He mumbled, glancing at the other babies a moment before turning his attention back on Francis. "Just push like before." Niso said softly, leaning down and kissing his head lightly while he massaged Francis' back. Francis nodded shakily. He followed Niso's gaze and stared at the two slumbering babies but his heart was hollow and he felt oddly detached. Confused, he lowered his eyes and tried to concentrate on the birth instead. "Hhhnngg..!" Francis bore down on instinct, pushing and straining against the pressure inside him while he held his breath. He could feel how his loose hole opened up even more to receive the large baby as it forced its way through him, pulverizing his pelvis muscles. Howling in pain, Francis thrust his hips with a sharp jerk and raised his ass higher in the air. Straining hard, he dropped his forehead to rest against his forearms, grunting terribly as the baby slid deeper down his rectum. The level of pain he was enduring defied the normal limits of what a human body was meant to withstand.
It was the stench that woke her. The smell of musk and decay taking her from pleasant dreams. She looked unhappily about. The cell she was trapped in was cold and damp and the short chains bound to her wrist bit deep, letting scars heal from past self-inflicted injuries.  She could only guess at how long she had been kept a prisoner and it wasn't wasn't by etching each hopeless day upon her cell walls. She looked over her naked body with disgust, her eyes stuck upon her now swollen belly. She was in her third trimester her captives claimed. Thus she estimated she had been here a little over nine months. She bit back tears as memories flooded with renewed vigor. Though the days had long passed when the men would enter her cell and take her, ravaging her until their seed had planted, she dreaded this time the most.
Mpreg ElevatorMark, 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 ele
When an hour later, Tom finally came out to the ER, covered in Jensen’s blood, and told him Jensen was stable and going to be just fine, Jared had buried his head in brother’s shoulder and started sobbing all over again. After being ushered into his still unconscious husband’s hospital room, they brought in little baby Mason, who despite initial worries about being born three weeks early, was a perfectly healthy baby boy. The relief he felt at knowing his family was going to be okay, was staggering and he’d become so lightheaded and dizzy that he nearly passed out. Thankfully, Tom ushered him to a seat next before he fainted.
WARNING: This short story contains Minor Language, Mpreg, and Descriptive Labour and Birth Scenes. If you do not prefer any of these,  than this is not the story for you, and I would recommend that you not read it. Especially if all you wish to do is comment on how much you think Mpreg is disgusting and wrong. If you have anything against this story, you can note me. I would prefer not to have comments that do nothing but start flame wars.
When an hour later, Tom finally came out to the ER, covered in Jensen’s blood, and told him Jensen was stable and going to be just fine, Jared had buried his head in brother’s shoulder and started sobbing all over again. After being ushered into his still unconscious husband’s hospital room, they brought in little baby Mason, who despite initial worries about being born three weeks early, was a perfectly healthy baby boy. The relief he felt at knowing his family was going to be okay, was staggering and he’d become so lightheaded and dizzy that he nearly passed out. Thankfully, Tom ushered him to a seat next before he fainted.
Jared nodded again, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. “Okay, you’re going to put the end of the stethoscope there. Now you'll tighten this screw here and then squeeze the bulb until this gauge is about 160, or about 10 above the last time you heard my last heartbeat. Then you’re going to slowly loosen this screw and let the gauge drop. When you hear the first beat, remember that number, and when the sound stops, remember that number too.  You got it?”

"It's normal... We're getting close..." John replied, already knowing where Sherlock's mind was going. At last, the dressing room. Gingerly swinging the door open, he loosed his grip on John long enough to shove a large stack of chairs in front the door, keeping any potential snipers out of the room for the time being. He'd figure out what to do if they started shooting when they come to it. Leaving John on a bench, he hurried into a side room, grabbing the items that John had instructed him to get; towels, a first aid kit, anything he thought they'd need. Of course, he did manage to take a moment to type out a frantic text to Mycroft.
Jack swung down hard with the axe splitting the piece of wood almost perfectly in two. He liked chopping wood, it helped him forget. Forget things like dropping out of his residency to help care for his elderly parents way up in the mountains. At least up here there was not a hospital or even a clinic around for miles to remind him of his abandon career of becoming a doctor. Now that his parents finally past on Jack was left with a stalled life and a mountain home that was not selling. As he placed another log on the chopping block he saw a snow flake fall on his hand, great he thought another storm! There goes my chances of getting into town today.
He screamed bloody murder, unaware of any coherent words coming out of his mouth or the work his body was unconsciously doing, until he felt a sharp pop. He heard Jason telling him the head was out but didn’t have time to react before the shoulders were forcing their way into the world as well and it took all of his strength not to pass out on the spot.
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