He stumbled over to the water’s edge, gasping for air, his back aching and his belly feeling stretched to its breaking point. He carefully knelt down on his knees, leaning on his hands, his belly pressed against the ground, and drank from the river, the icy water feeling great as it slid down his throat and into his enormous stomach. He drank until he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand and then came up. He leaned back and sat down, his legs splayed in front of his now even larger and heavier belly, and relished his quenched thirst. He filled the bottle he’d brought and returned it to his pocket, and rose to leave. That’s when he saw it. A small hole in the hillside a few yards away. He set off toward it at a more pronounced waddle thanks to his several new pounds of water. As he drew closer he realized that the hole was actually the entrance to a small cave, a cave that; if it was large enough he and Brittany could move down here to it and be closer to their food and water. He waddled over to the hole, very slowly due to his engorged belly, and the rocky, uneven shore. He reached his destination and leaned against the rock that jutted out over the hole. Just as he had done at the river only minutes ago, he got down on all fours, his belly now brushing the rocks beneath it, and crawled toward the cave, poking his head inside. From what of it he could see, it looked rather larger than the shelter they had now, a decent sized round chamber, that they could move into, and the trees were more scarce at the river’s edge so if he could build a large enough fire someone might see it. Eager to see just how big it was, Alan crawled inside, but just to be safe he rolled over and went in on his back, feet first, his bloated womb sitting atop him.

He sat inside the dimly lit cave looking around, the small opening would be easy enough to cover from the cold, the dirt floor was soft and they could lay some soft cedar limbs on it to create a cushioning for their bed. He knew he had to get back up the hill and get Brittany down here as soon as possible. He turned back to the entrance and crawled toward it, his belly pressing his black sweater into the dirt floor. He stuck his head out and looked around, for what, he really had no idea. His broad shoulders brushed the edge of the cave entrance, and that’s when he should’ve realized his mistake. His arms spread in front of him pulling him free, his chest emerged into the sunlight, but that was all that made it out. His belly only pressed into the cold stone entrance and simply couldn’t be pulled free. Alan grabbed at the ground to try to find something to help pull himself out but the tiny stones were of no use to him, he was stuck. He tried to push himself backward, but his wide shoulders wouldn’t fit back in. He tried pulling forward more with his hands, but his belly was far too large to have any hope of fitting through a hole a third its size.

He tried to press his feet into the cave floor to give him some leverage, but to no avail, he simply kicked up dirt and pressed his already sore middle into the rough stone. He struggled for a while, doing little more than making himself sweat, tearing his favorite sweater, wearing himself out, and finally he realized that he couldn’t get out, his belly was too big. He pressed his hands against the sides of the hole, hoping he could push himself free, but nothing , the rocks on the sides of the hole were too big to move. He tried again, and again, and again, but he was only wearing himself out. Finally, he pushed again with all his strength and miraculously he could feel himself moving forward ever so slightly, his belly finally squeezing through the opening. He struggled for several more minutes of work and pulling, before he finally fell onto the ground outside the cave, his clothes covered in dirt, and his sweater torn leaving his taught belly exposed.

Now, he was once again faced with the intimidating feat of making it back up this ridiculous hill. His belly felt heavy and tight as he began the climb up, quickly losing his breath as his belly tried to force him backward. The frigid winds blew up the sides of the hill, hit his exposed middle and made him shiver as he struggled higher and higher up the hill. He climbed for over two hours, his sides in pain, his lungs burning, and his belly heaving when he finally reached their hilltop camp again. He stumbled over to their shelter, one hand rubbing the side of his belly trying desperately to ease the pain, the other under his belly trying to lessen the burden on his back. He went inside as quietly as possible and found Brittany still sleeping, with her huge womb looming over her, rising and falling with each of her peaceful breaths. He walked silently into the corner and opened the suitcase he’d salvaged from the wreck. He pulled out one of his larger black sweaters and pulled off the tattered remains of the one he was wearing. He slipped his shirt over his head and went back outside.

He gathered the few stones on the hilltop and arranged them in a circle outside their shelter. Alan next set to picking up some twigs and sticks to start a fire, but every time he bent over he found it harder and harder to pull his enormous midsection back upright, and his back felt as if it were on fire. His belly felt like a huge lead ball attached to his front, the babies moving about furiously as he waddled around. Finally he drug a large, flattish, rock up beside the stone circle and lowered his immense form onto it. He placed the small stick he’d lit from the fire inside the shelter to light the tinder he’d placed under the small pile of twigs and sticks, which immediately began to burn. Alan leaned back as much as he could and rubbed the very sore underside of his belly. Alan sat there simply staring into the dancing flames for over an hour, when a gasp from behind him made him turn as rather un-quickly as possible. Brittany stood there rubbing her belly.

“ You ok?” he asked getting up and walking toward her.

“ I’m fine,” she replied with a smile. Brittany walked up beside him, leaned over, and kissed him on the lips, as she rubbed her belly to sooth the lives within.

“ What’s on the agenda for today?” she asked.

“ You’ll see…” Alan answered with a wry grin.

It took them nearly two hours to gather the things they wished to take down the hill with them, and pack them into an easily transported form. Brittany was charged with only the few scraps of food and water they had, which she wrapped inside a shirt and tied around herself. Alan packed everything else into their only blanket and carried it over his shoulder like a burglar. He held the torch that was their fire, in front of him as the even greater weight made the downhill climb even more cumbersome. Brittany stumbled a few times but was perfectly fine, Alan on the other hand nearly fell down the hill on more than one occasion. He hoped the pain in his belly, which was only worsening, would stop soon. Finally, after the three hour climb, with darkness beginning to fall Alan could see the rocky river bank below. After he reached the bottom and leaned against an old pine to catch his breath, he set off toward the hole he’d only recently escaped.

Alan warned Brittany against going inside at first, remembering his own experience there, and he made sure that he moved several of the smaller, yet still huge stones before she crawled inside. This time, with the hole rather larger, Alan found that he could much more easily get in and out of their new home. They made the cave as hospitable as possible, and Alan even managed to tie together several cedar branches to make something of a door. Between their warm fire and the lack of wind, the small cave was actually fairly cozy. Alan gathered as many more cedar limbs as he could find to cover the cave floor, and stacked several together under the seat cushions they used, to further comfort their bed. Alan was beginning to get concerned about Brittany, several times when she thought he wasn’t looking, he could see her rubbing her belly and wincing as though in pain. He hoped and prayed that she wasn’t in labor, he, ironically, had no idea how to deliver a baby, let alone three, and knew he couldn’t do out in the middle of nowhere.

Alan lay down in their now low larger bed that night, now able to actually lie on his side, and could hear the faint gasping behind him.

“ Brittany? Are you alright?’

“ I’m fine Alan,” she said touching his back lightly, “ really, if anything’s wrong you’ll be the first to know.” Alan managed to drift off to sleep, but what felt like only seconds later he was awakened by a loud thunder crack.

“ Alan!”

“ It’s ok. It’s just a storm,” he tried to sound reassuring while yelling over the now torrential rain. He poked his head outside, and the fierce frigid wind lashed at his face as the rain poured down. Thankfully he’d made sure to gather all the wood he could find inside their cave so they could easily, and warmly last the night. Alan wasn’t in the least worried; they had a sturdy shelter, and for now at least everything seemed to be fine. Finally, around midnight or so they managed to settle onto their make-shift bed and fall asleep.

Just hours after they’d drifted into a peaceful slumber, Alan was awakened but a short, but loud moan.

“ Brittany…?” he asked the cave sleepily. He looked beside him only to barely make out the figure of his enormously pregnant lover rubbing her belly and moaning. He reached out and grabbed her hand startling her.

“ Alan!” she said surprised at having woke him. She’d been praying that he’d remain asleep, but she’d also been praying for days that these pains would stop but they only worsened.

“ Are you….?!” Alan asked anxiously as he tried to sit up. She winced in pain, grabbed her belly and yelped.

“ I think so!” she said grabbing her enormous middle with both hands and gasping for breath. Alan moved as close to her as possible and grabbed her left hand in his right.

“ It’s ok Brittany. You can do this,” he tried to sound reassuring for her sake, despite his own immense fears. Another contraction tore through her body and she raised her enormous belly in the air as she writhed in agony. Alan could see sweat pouring onto her forehead as she labored on for several more hours, the pains becoming so severe that she screamed aloud to the raging winds.

“ ALAN!” Brittany screamed as the sun’s early light began to leak into the cave. She lay propped up on their pillows, almost sitting, Alan kneeling as much as possible between her spread legs. “ I think it’s time! I need to push!” He examined her and saw the thick black hair of her first babies head ready to enter the world.

“ Ok, Brittany, PUSH!” She bore down as hard as she could, pushing herself up on her hands and screaming with the effort. The baby’s head moved forward just slightly, and Alan moved as close as his own huge belly would allow, ready to catch his first child. Brittany rested for mere seconds before another contraction made her belly hard. She pushed again with all she could, the baby moving just more toward its waiting father. Again, again, and again she pushed, nearly exhausted until finally her cries were answered by those of her first baby.

“ It’s a girl!” her father shouted jubilantly, as he wrapped her in one of the towels they’d rescued and set her nearby. Her belly looking slightly deflated, Brittany pushed again as her second baby entered the birth canal, ready to be born. This baby was smaller than the first and came out faster, only another push later and Alan shouted, “ Another girl!” before wrapping and laying her beside her slightly older sister. Now literally drenched with sweat, Brittany actually placed her hands on the sides of her laboring belly and rubbed them down to urge her last baby out. She pushed for over half an hour before the baby’s head became visible. She was exhausted, she had nothing left, and this baby had to be the largest of all, its head looked nearly twice the size of its sisters’. Brittany pushed again, this time raising herself up into a squatting position, and bore down with all she had left. She was relieved beyond words when Alan shouted again, “ It’s a girl! Three beautiful girls!” he said proudly laying them all on their mother’s chest, into her waiting arms. Brittany looked wearily into her lovers bright eyes and kissed him. She looked down at his own huge belly, next to her rather flatter one, rubbed it gently and said, “ Next time, you can do the hard part.”

Three days after the babies were born Alan decided that they had to get home. It didn’t matter how, but it had to be now if not sooner. They were nearly out of food and now had three more mouths to feed, and to make matters worse, Alan had managed to get even bigger, making the process of finding what little food he could even harder. He had begun walking further from their cave on his daily search for food, hoping against hope to find some sign of civilization, but so far he’d had no luck whatsoever. The only thing he’d found within eyesight was more snow covered trees, not even an abandoned boat on the riverbank, those TV survivalists made this look far to easy, but then they weren’t pregnant. Today, he’d walked further down the river than ever before and the ache in his back showed it, he was at least 20 miles from the cave. He walked down the bank simply twiddling a piece of net in his fingers, until he saw something that made him gasp and smile at the same time. Sitting on the rocky bank before him, as if put there by some kind deity, covered only by the bend in the river he normally stopped his daily search at, was a small metal boat, the kind friends would take out on a serene lake for a day of fishing, no motors, powered only by oars.

It wasn’t much but it was transportation, and the kind that was sure to work, since it needed no fuel or electricity. He waddled forward and examined the small boat. It would be tight but he, Brittany, and the babies should be able to fit inside. They could simply float with the river current until they reached a town of some kind. It took the rest of the day, but he managed to waddled hurriedly back to the cave, tell Brittany of his discovery, gather their few things worth taking, and make it to the little boat and set off. Night fell just a few hours after they began their slow float, but Alan remained awaked, mostly because the two of them could not sleep in the bottom of the boat with the babies. Morning cam with no sign of life beyond some birds overhead, so on they floated. Alan slept only a few hours, thanks mostly to the severe pain in his back and the rambunctious babies in his belly. On and on the five of them drifted, for two more days they saw nothing, nothing but water, rocks, and trees. Then, on the fourth day, as they rounded a bend in the wide river, Alan’s loud gasp shook his family awake at what he saw; a small log cabin set a few yards off the bank, and an old truck sitting beside it, whether or not it worked was a whole other issue. He excitedly paddled onto the steep bank and clambered out of the boat.

Alan struggled to reach the top of the bank, his enormous middle greatly impeding him. Finally, he reached flatter ground, gasping for breath and clutching his throbbing belly. He waddled up the broken wooden steps onto the small porch and peered into the dust covered window. All he could see inside was an overturned chair and an old stone fireplace. This cabin ha obviously been deserted for a long time, so he moved now to the pickup sitting beside it. It was at least twenty years old, blue, rusted in several spots, and the windshield was cracked all the way across. He pulled on the driver’s door handle and was surprised when it opened. He looked hopefully into the ignition but wasn’t shocked to find the keys not in it. He waddled back to the house and tried the door. The old metal knob was rusted and hard to turn, but the door wasn’t locked, just stuck, so Alan leaned his considerable bulk against it and pushed. It took a few tries and he had to actually slam himself against the old wooden door but he finally got it open. The smell of dust and an old empty building filled his nose as he peered into the dimly lit house.

He wandered from room to room, searching for anything that might be of help to them. He found a large bed in the bedroom at the back of the cabin, which also had a large fireplace. The old metal stove in the kitchen bore a spider web that stretched to the large sink. Apparently no electricity ran to this place, their were no lights, only oil lamps sitting in each room. No television, but Alan found, joyous at his discovery, an old radio in the living room. He rushed over to it and turned it on, but nothing, its aged batteries, who knew how old, had lost charge long ago. He look outside to see the boat and his family sitting on the bank. Night was falling fast, they could stay here for a night or two, it was far better than that cave, and maybe he could get that truck running.

“ Brittany!” he called to her out the back door. “ Come up here, we’re going to stay here tonight.”

“ Coming!” she yelled back. Alan lumbered down to the boat and helped her carry the babies and supplies into the cabin. Brittany cleaned the bed well enough for them to sleep in it, and Alan managed to build a fire in the hand made hearth. It was cozy enough for them, but as Brittany fed the babies that evening, Alan wandered out to the pickup and tried to work with it. Luckily he’d managed to raise the hood and the engine seemed to be in decent shape. He found that the battery here had plenty of charge, and with a bit of work he thought he might be able to have it running some time tomorrow.

Alan woke early the next morning to his triplets thrashing within his gravid womb. He walked out onto the small porch rubbing his belly, trying to soothe its inhabitants, who seemed determined that he be as uncomfortable as possible. He thought maybe they were trying to encourage him to get out of this infernal forest as soon as possible. Not even bothering with his sweater, his extra bulk keeping him plenty warm, Alan trudged over to the old truck and did what he could with the old wires and parts. Alan yelled in triumph nearly four hours later, when, with sweat pouring down his naked belly, the old truck roared to life, not in perfect shape, but running, hopefully long enough for them to find shelter. The only problem was that Alan was far to large to fit behind the steering wheel now, so Brittany was forced to drive, leaving Alan to care for his three babies, plus the three still fighting inside him. Surprisingly the old truck had over half a tank of fuel in it, so they knew they’d be able to go a far distance without that becoming a problem.

Alan fell asleep after several hours of driving through nothing but tree-lined dirt roads, his three children laying on top of the expanse of his other three. He was awakened by a sharp pain in his back, but only opened his eyes after several minutes passed. The triplets lay sleeping in the seat between them, wrapped in blankets and sucking their thumbs. Alan’s stomach seemed larger than before, but it was most likely due to his being crammed in so small a space.

“ ALAN!” Brittany yelled as he tried to go back to sleep.

“ What?” he asked sleepily, noticing that she was pointing out the window. He looked down the hill before them and saw just a few miles ahead, a small town. They were saved, they could buy some gas there and get home, back to their nice home, and the genie that could help ease Alan’s pregnancy pains. Brittany stopped at the only gas station in the tiny town, filling up the old truck and buying lots of milk, and other food. Looking at a map she picked up, Alan saw that it would be at least another day’s drive back to the town they called home, but he was more than willing. They could have gone to an airport but without his ring, Alan couldn’t risk being seen in public, swollen hugely with triplets. He had no desire to become a science experiment.

Two days later the old truck pulled into the driveway of the large white house. Alan had never been so happy to see home. As he struggled free of the truck’s tiny cab, his belly heaved forcefully. He felt very full, like a water balloon filled to the bursting point. None of his clothes had any hope of fitting, and he felt like he would pop at any moment, the pressure felt horrible. He waddled into the house and had no sooner crossed the threshold when Ania appeared out of nowhere before him.

“ Alan! Brittany!” she screamed, followed by another squeal as she saw the infants in Brittany’s arms. She explained, after they settled in a bit, that after a few days she’d began to worry something was wrong and tried to find them but could not. She then heard of the missing plane on the news and feared the worst. But now, knowing that everyone was alive and more or less well, she examined the babies and determined them to be healthy and perfectly fine.

A month later a horrible moan reached Brittany as she sat in the hot tub, Ania watching the babies, now named Raven, Serenity, and Star. Brittany looked up from her half dozing state to see the massive, naked form of Alan standing ankle deep in the water. He tried to lower himself down into the water, but his now truly gigantic belly prevented him from it.

“ I’m so sick of this!” he said bitterly as he managed to drop his enormous middle into the water. “I just want to have these babies already and have it over with!” She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. She had been miserable at ten months pregnant, which in itself was far beyond what the babies were meant to be carried, Alan had gone over a year by this point, and his belly showed it, he looked as if he’d swallowed a good sized boulder, and his massive mound probably weighed about the same. He complained of the pressure in his belly, feeling as if he were an over-blown balloon.

“ Ania!” Brittany called struck by a sudden thought. The genie appeared beside the hot tub, looking curious.

“ Yes?” she inquired.

“ Ania could you examine Alan and tell us why he’s still pregnant. I mean shouldn’t he have had the babies some time ago?” she asked as Alan rubbed his belly across from her, looking up at Ania.

Brittany and Ania helped Alan out of the water and up the stairs to his bed where he lay, still naked, with his belly looming over him. Ania placed her hands on top of the massive dome of taught flesh and closed her eyes. Her hands began to glow as she rubbed them all over the massive expanse, causing Alan to writhe with pleasure. After several minutes, Ania removed her hands and began to laugh.

“ What?” Alan said aggressively, he found no humor in his discomfort.

“ It’s really very simple,” Ania said giggling, “ human males cannot give birth, and you apparently have not resumed your original female form in many months. Since the babies cannot be born while inside Alan, they have not been born, should he turn back into Kelly they would probably be born very soon.”

Even Brittany laughed now, it did seem very obvious now that they thought about it. The babies had no way to be born so they simply continued to grow and cause amazing discomfort to their father.

“ But Ania,” Alan began, “ I want to stay in this form, I prefer to be Alan. Can you do something? Can you let me have my babies like this?” He asked cradling his massive stomach with his hands. Ania simply stared at him for a few minutes, it was a strange request that was certain, but the pleading look in his eyes got to her, and she had vowed to remain with him/her and do whatever she was asked. She placed her hand on his belly and it glowed once more. Alan moaned as something in him began to change, a pain between his legs, something was happening there. He could feel something opening, stretching, and asked Brittany to look as he had no hope of seeing down there with his belly in the way. Brittany gasped as she saw an opening, like her own, form between his manhood and his bum, now he could have his babies.

That night Alan stood in the shower, feeling the new addition to his already greatly altered body, and rubbing his belly badly wanting the babies to be born. He reveled in the steaming water soothing his aching back and belly that literally felt as if it were on fire. He turned as the door opened and Brittany walked in. He stared at her naked form with such awe that she began to blush, she looked just as she had before becoming magically pregnant, except that her supple breasts were now even larger and more perfect. She walked up to him and pulled his belly against her own, rubbing the overstretched skin gently.

“ I want these babies born soon, I can’t take this much more,” he said as she looked into his eyes.

“ I may know a way to speed them up,” Brittany responded with a wry grin on her beautiful face. She took him by the wrists and led him out of the shower, out the bathroom door and to their bedroom. She sat him on the end of the bed and told him to lay down. Naturally, he did as he was told.

Alan lay there with his huge belly above him, and before he knew what was happening his lover crawled up the bed toward him and rubbed her soft hands up his legs, toward his manhood, even bigger now that the babies stimulated his prostate. She placed her hands on the sides of his belly and stroked it slowly, quickly arousing the very pregnant man. She slid her legs around his sides, with his belly resting against her chest and abdomen. She very gently pushed his womb forward and settled herself on top of him. She leaned over his belly and with flexibility he didn’t know she had, she leaned down and kissed him passionately. She lay there, draped over his huge belly, and began to vigorously rub the sides of the expanse with her hands, making Alan quake with pleasure. She leaned down and kissed the top of his belly, the feeling made him shiver. As she began to rock back and forth on top of him, Alan lurched up and grabbed her arms, pulling her on top of him. She was amazed at how quickly he could move with so much weight on his front: Alan was a real hunk, and that massive pregnancy made him so hot! Ania smiled from the nursery as she watched the babies sleeping and heard the loud moans of pleasure from down the hall.

For a week afterward Alan continued to grow even more massive, and more miserable with his pregnancy. He could no longer sleep, and moving at all was now nearly impossible. And the weather was far warmer than typical, almost as if nature was punishing him for defying its laws. He wandered the house naked and spent as much time as possible in the pool as it kept him cool and eased his discomfort slightly. Today he floated in the pool, his buoyant, but very sore belly keeping him from needing a raft or anything to float on, and was dozing lightly, trying to ignore the fierce pain in his back, when Brittany yelled for him.

“ Alan, come here please.” He clumsily got out of the pool and waddled, sopping wet into the kitchen, where she called from.

“ What?” he asked gasping for breath, as the short trip had cost him far more than it should have. Brittany and Ania were feeding the growing babies, who seemed to enjoy throwing their food more than eating it.

“ I just saw the mailman leave, but I’m busy,” she indicated Serenity flailing in her arms. “ Can you go get the mail please?” He reluctantly agreed. Normally the trip down the driveway to the mailbox was nothing, but in his present state, it might take him an hour to get there and back.

Alan was sweating hard as he reached the mailbox, just outside their large metal gate connected to the high stone walls that kept prying eyes away from their home, but as no one lived anywhere near them it merely offered the look of extra grandeur. He opened the box and pulled out the three envelopes inside and looked at them. Just as he turned to go back to the house he saw Brittany’s blue jeep approaching him.

“ Alan, Ania and I are going to run into town for a few hours to pick up some things for the babies. We‘ll be back this evening.” She smiled as he said “OK.”, then leaned forward and kissed him, gently patting his belly as they pulled away.

“ Junk mail,” he said irritably to himself, as he examined the white envelopes, watching the blue dot in the distance. He’d waddled down here for nothing and the pain in his back felt far worse because of it. Alan had just started back to the house when something made him stop, a sharp pain in his belly. He stopped and rubbed his belly for a moment, wondering what this was. It became worse for a few minutes, then eased off. Could he be in labor he thought, almost hopefully. He began his slow waddle again and this time it was just as he reached the ornate door on the front of the house. Another pain, worse than before racked his immense belly, hardening it and causing him to moan as the babies thrashed inside him. He went inside and laid the mail on the kitchen counter, before slowly making his way upstairs. He reached the top of the stairs and clutched his belly as another pain lanced through him. It had to be a contraction, the pain was awful, he doubled over grabbing his belly and trying not to yell aloud. He slowly waddled to his bedroom, shaken by the pains, hoping these babies wouldn’t come when he was all alone. He sat on the end of his bed and moaned aloud as another pain shot through his belly, hardening it, and feeling like a knife in his spine.

Alan lay on his bed for over an hour, the pains growing worse and worse. He was having these babies, he knew it, finally they were coming, but he would have to have them on his own. He struggled to stand , his belly weighing down on him like a lead ball. Finally, he managed to build enough momentum to bounce to his feet, but as he did another contraction hit. He cried loudly, but gasped as something wet trickled down his leg, embarrassed at first, he realized that his water had broken, these babies were coming now and coming fast. He waddled, bent double, toward the bathroom, his huge belly hanging low between his legs, making it slow going. He reached the tiled floor, but as another contraction hit he gripped the sides of the sink and moaned loudly. The pressure in his belly was getting worse, he could feel the babies moving downward, ready to be born. He stepped into the shower, desperately wanting to clean himself, and the steaming water felt great as the pains continued to shoot through him. He leaned back against the far wall of the cavernous shower, rubbing his aching belly, as another contraction hit, causing him to writhe in pain as he lowered himself onto the thick tile floor. As water ran down his enormous stomach, another contraction hit him, he yelled in pain as the pressure near his bottom reached a pinnacle, the babies were ready to be born.

He had to get up, he couldn’t have these babies in the shower, but how could he get help? It would be hours before Brittany and Ania returned, the drive to town was over an hour in itself, and he couldn’t let anyone see him like this. He made it to the bathroom door before another pain lanced through his belly. He grabbed the doorframe and cried in agony, it felt like his stomach was tearing in two. Barely two minutes later, just as he stepped through his bedroom door, another pain hit, and he could feel something moving near his new opening. He fell down onto his bed and crawled to the head of it, stacked up his pillows and lay down on them as sweat poured from his head. He screamed as another pain hit and the pressure became even worse. Alan could feel one of the baby’s heads beginning to crown and he knew he was on his own, he had to deliver these babies all on his own. As the next contraction tore through him, he pushed against it will all his might, and he could feel the baby moving just a little. He arched his huge belly high above him as his back ached with the contractions, the pains were almost constant now.

“ Help me!” he gasped at the empty house. He couldn’t take much more of this, he pushed down as hard as possible at the next contraction, and again he felt the baby slide just a bit more. His belly convulsed as the pains continued and he kept pushing with all he had: the baby had to be definitely huge! Finally, an hour or so later he reached down and managed to feel the baby’s head protruding from his opening. He grabbed the bed sheets and pushed as hard as he could, and felt the babies shoulders emerging. Agony which he had never known took hold of him as he pushed harder, trying to bring his large first born into the world. This went on for a few more minutes before finally, drenched in sweat, his belly convulsing horribly, his yell of pain was answered by his new daughter’s cries. Alan laid his head down on his pillow, gasping for breath as his daughter cried. Thankfully, he’d managed to gather all he needed before the contractions pinned him to the bed. He cut her cord and wrapped her in a soft towel. Just as he lay her beside him on the bed, he grabbed his taught mound as another contraction tore through him. He reached behind him and grabbed the wooden headboard of the bed. He raised his huge belly, shining with the coat of sweat, into the air and pushed down with all his might against the horrible pain, and he could just barely feel the second baby sliding toward open air. He thought he could actually see his huge belly tightening as his muscles worked to bring forth his second child. He sat almost upright as he screamed in agony as his second baby, even larger than its sister, moved downward. He felt like his insides were on fire as he continued to push and finally he felt the baby’s head emerge. Alan grabbed his belly and began to stroke the sides, hoping to help ease the baby out, and as he pushed he could feel the soon to be newborn moving down.

Finally, lying in a puddle of his own sweat, he pushed so hard he’d have sworn something tore, he felt the second baby, another girl slide free of his body. He rubbed his deflated belly, amazed at the newborn’s size, and gasped, “One more…AAAA!!” he screamed to the heavens as another contraction hit. He could do this, he’d already pushed out two of his babies, one more should be easy, but he was tired, very sore, and his body felt like he’d been hit by a train. “ Push, come on just a little more,” he gasped to himself encouragingly through the pain that felt like a blade in his belly. He could feel his last baby sliding downward as he once more reared into the air. As the other two babies cried in answer to their father’s screams of agony, he raised himself into an almost squatting position on the bed, and bore down. Again and again he pushed, for what seemed like hours, but only seconds, when his last baby, a third girl, slid free of his womb. He wrapped her with her sisters, and fell exhausted onto his bed, covered in sweat, but happier than ever. The babies looked all very, very large.

Ania and Brittany returned nearly two hours later, shocked to find Alan, looking deflated, in the bathroom washing their three new babies. Ania checked them to make sure that everyone was ok, then Brittany led an exhausted Alan upstairs to their less than clean bed, which Ania happily fixed. For nearly a year the family lived happily this way. However, one night as Alan got into bed beside his wife, she looked at him strangely.

“ What’s wrong?” he asked her, waiting to say what he wanted to later. Brittany looked at him for a few minutes, before she laid a hand on her belly and said, “ I miss being pregnant.” Alan looked back, surprise and happiness in his eyes, as he replied, “ Me too.” Brittany smiled at him as she leaned forward and kissed her husband. After they parted he whispered to her, “ We already have six, do we really want to go through that again?” Brittany thought for a minute, she remembered how big they’d both gotten, her giving birth in a cave, how huge Alan’s belly had gotten, and how beautiful their babies were. Finally, she smiled broadly at her lover at shouted, “ ANIA!”