Birth of a Story (one-shot)

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Date: Sun Feb 20 9:54 AM, 2011

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I've been suffering from a bit of writer's block due to school and life in general. Then I had this dream at about... 7:30 this morning?

Enjoy guys. What it is, is how you interpret it.

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Certain dimensions in me are fixed but still uncertain. If that doesn’t make sense to you, believe me, it doesn’t to me either. All I know is that I’m not finished.

I have hair. And eyes too, although they can’t see anything yet. There’s nothing to see. That hasn’t been finished either.

With a patient sigh, I lean against a wall. There is a bright flash of light almost immediately as I do, but I wasn’t the cause of it. Suddenly I’m leaning on a great wall of rock. I can see the sun and trees overhead. It’s pretty.

There’s no flash this time (that was only the sun appearing in the sky) but my surroundings change again. Now the rock is below my feet, and I’m leaning on the railing of a balcony. It’s a castle. That’s pretty too.

Then it’s gone and my hands are resting on wood. I see trees again in the corner of my vision and I take a step back from the house in front of me. It’s modest, not too big. There’s a lake next to it.

I stare outward for a few moments before I realize that it isn’t going to change again. So I live in a house? Near a lake? In the mountains? I shield my eyes against the setting sun and peer in the distance. Near mountains anyway.

With a shrug, I sit down on the swinging chair attached to the roof of the porch. I swing my legs childishly for a couple of minutes before growing out of it. Now it’s me that’s changing. The first thing I notice is the hair on my arms and chest. Not too much but enough to make a small wave of pride go through me at the sight of it. My legs are longer than they were too. Long enough that the sight of them makes me want to stretch them out lazily.

All is peaceful. The sun is setting but not, if you can believe that. It just hasn’t started yet, so the sun has no reason to be anywhere but where it is. I wait. I know that I’m still not finished yet.

I gently rub my belly as it happens. I can feel a bubble beneath my skin, growing bigger and bigger. Outward. My skin goes from hard to soft then hard again, but hard in a different way than before. It’s pressure that makes it hard, not muscles. Pressure from the inside out.

My abdomen is no longer flat anymore. I watch as the bubble makes it slope in a curve. As it grows, more of my skin is raised and pulled taut over it. My curious hands feel the edge of it starting just above my groin. They follow the edge until they get to the top of the circle, where it ends just below my chest. In between, the curve has become a dome and keeps going. With a groan, I put my hands on either side of my navel. It doesn’t hurt, the growing, it’s just happening so fast. And it makes me feel incredibly light and empty.

Finally, it’s done and I stare at my new figure. I struggle for a few minutes for a work to describe how I look. I look full. Very full. A long and lithe body with a big, huge ball of a belly jutting out in my midsection. And then it hits me. I look overdue.

As soon as the word forms in my brain, I start to shrink. There is a little bit of disappointment in me, but somehow I know it won’t last forever. I’ll be that big again someday. My belly shrinks until I’m at about the midway point. I groan again and shift on the swing. I’m still empty.

Then I feel myself start to get heavy. The emptiness in my belly is filling up. It’s like pressure again, but this time, my skin doesn’t grow with it. I can feel it getting harder and harder, pulled even more taut as it struggles to hold the contents without growing outward again. I arch my back a little bit against it, my hands rubbing the sides and the bottom. I look down in time to see my navel grow shallow and then pop out from the pressure.

Finally, it’s over and I’m left breathless and full. There is a moment of hesitation in me, but then I feel movement inside of the bubble in my belly, and I can’t help but smile. I like it. The tiniest of flutters makes its way across the surface of my skin and my fingers follow the path when it’s gone. I can’t believe it’s strong enough to be seen through my skin and the bubble. My womb.

I close my eyes as I feel everything in my womb shift. I’m still not finished. The life in my belly isn’t finished either. That’s all it is right now. Life. In the blink of an eye, the shifting stops, but my belly becomes alive with activity. Inside, small, furry little creatures shift and test out their limbs. What kind of animal they are, I can’t say. I know there is at least a half a dozen of them.

There is a shifting again, and the movement slows but also becomes more intense. Stronger. I can see limbs and heads moving inside me, making my belly look lopsided at times. Not animals anymore. The life in me is something that is unfamiliar to Earth. A moment passes and the contents freeze. I poke at my belly briefly, confused, and I can feel hard objects beneath my fingers. Eggs.

There is another shift and I can only gasp when it’s done. There’s only one inside me. How I know, I can’t say. It’s moving again, so it’s not an egg. Somehow, I know this time that the life inside me, the baby inside me, is human. And after a moment, I realize again that it’s not going to change into anything else.

I do, however, feel another bout of pressure. There’s another growing inside, trying to catch up to its sibling. I feel them wriggle and jerk, trying to sort out space and where they are situated.

Finally they settle down and I give a sigh of relief, laying my head back against the back of the swing. I feel exhausted. Being pregnant is hard work, and I’m only halfway done. All I can think is that I’m grateful that it’s only two and not three or four. I would be deliciously big but two is enough I think.

I feel a hand that isn’t mine run its way over the very hard surface of my pregnant belly. I close my eyes in relief. Not alone. I feel her body shift closer and her hand briefly travels up my chest before resting back down on my belly again. The twins wriggle in response to her touch and I hear her laugh softly.

Her lips are on my neck, kissing my Adam’s Apple briefly and the spot just below my chin, before finally descending on my own mouth. I can’t help kissing her back, groaning as her tongue toys with mine. Her hands are rubbing circles in my belly.

My fingers bury themselves in her hair, keeping her face pinned to mine. I barely notice as it changes, becoming coarser, shorter; I’m too distracted by our mouths grappling and the response in my body. I want to be touched. It fills me like an ache. We’re standing, still kissing, and I tilt my head upwards to keep us connected.

With another laugh, he breaks the kiss, but his lips shower my cheeks, my eyes, moving to the side of my head to nibble on one of my earlobes. His body is hard against mine. We’re the same height almost, but right now he’s the stronger of us. I’m the one who needs to be protected. His hands are still on my belly but now they are possessive and shielding. My cock is twitching and hard. I love it when he touches me.

In his ear, I whisper, “Your children are inside of me.” My voice sounds husky and dreamy, like I’m not sure this is real. My hands find his and together we explore the expanse that covers my growing babies. Our babies.

“Yes,” he chuckles, his voice just as soft as mine. The tone of it is deep, so deep with desire. He kisses my neck again, suckling slightly and I can’t help but shiver. “But how did they get in there?” His question ends in a soft bite that makes my knees goes weak.

Suddenly, he pulls away, but his hands still grip mine. He takes a step backward and I follow, unable to do anything else. Our mouths find each other again but he takes another step backwards almost immediately, laughing and grinning, and I realize he’s leading me into the house.

“Later,” I said as he pulls the door open. I step inside when he kicks it out of the way. I run my hands over his chest frantically, wanting all of him at once. He’s just so damn beautiful. “We’ll find out later,” I repeated, cupping his neck and kissing him as hard as I can.

“Mmm,” he moans into my mouth, his arms circling around me.

Behind us, the screen door slams shut.

~Fin~

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