Chapter 1:

Layna flipped through a magazine as she lay on the bed and waited for her husband, Ryan, to come to bed. Cosmo had finally caught wind of the whole "male-pregnancy" thing that had become all the rage, and was featuring some tips on how to deal with expectant lovers and new, more comfortable positions to try.

Not that Ryan and I need any help, Layna mused with a smile.

She continued to peruse her magazine, admiring the rugged, handsome man in the article, his gravid dome hanging low on his muscular frame. The sexy model was holding the swollen orb in his hands, and his petite blonde lover was standing behind him, eagerly grasping at the baby-filled belly underneath her hands. The two were clearly enjoying themselves, which Layna could certainly understand.

Just then, Ryan entered the room, his bare, overdue pregnancy proceeding him by over a foot. His hands pressed into the deepening arch in his lower back, forcing his rotund planet-like belly further in front of him. He was fresh from a steamy shower, and his swollen skin glistened from the excess water. He had tucked a towel into the crease where his gravid swell met his hips, and it looked strained. Layna smiled as she took in this sight, complete with wet, messy hair, falling in soft spikes on his damp forehead.

Ryan was due 2 weeks ago, and was making no great strides towards birth. The twins inside appeared to be in no hurry, and Ryan was clearly growing frustrated. He glared at her as he stood in the doorway, clearly a sight to behold.

"You okay, honey?" asked Layna, trying to supress a smile.

"Do I look okay?" he retorted, lifitng his dome from underneath and letting it bounce slightly as he let go. As his unborn children immediately began to struggle against their confined space, he regreted the motion. Layna ogled the rotund pregnancy as feet and elbows poked against the taut skin covering them.

Layna crawled towards the end of the bed. "I think you look sexxxxy," she purred, drawing out the word. Reaching her expectant husband, she planted a kiss on his cork-like belly button. Batting her eyelashes, she looked up at him.

Ryan was not amused. "Remind me again while I let you talk me into this," he demanded.

By now, his petite-yet-curvy wife had taking over his gravid pregnancy, her hands roming all over the shiny, firm expanse. Ryan tried to supress a moan, knowing that at this stage, sex was nearly impossible. Besides, he wanted to be mad at her. SHE was the reason he was pregnant.

Chapter 2:

It had all started nearly 10 months before. Male pregnancy had begun to be practiced more regularly, and several of Hollywoods leading men were now sporting baby bumps. Layna was transfixed by this, and the fact that her stepbrother and a co-worker were carrying didn't help. Besides, Ryan knew that Layna had a pregnancy fetish. She had told him of the time she fooled around with a pregnant women she met at her gym in college. This was sexy, he had to admit. He had indulged her once, putting a pillow in his shirt before sex. Though he wasn't as wild about it as she clearly was, Layna had never wanted him more, her hands groping the fabric that tightly pulled against the padding. He was happy she was happy.

So, Ryan wasn't or shouldn't have been surprised when Layna started in on the baby talk. They had always planned on children, but it was still shocking when she suggested that he be the one to carry their child. Ryan had never seen her so excited; she had prepared a PowerPoint presentation, and had a pile of pamphlets and research to demonstrate why Ryan was the ideal choice to get pregnant, carry a child, and give birth. By the end of the night, Ryan agreed (mostly so she would stop talking).

Still, he was surprised when they actually ended up at the doctors office. He was even more surprised when he started throwing up a few weeks later. When he couldn't button his pants, he thought he was eating too much. At month 3, Layna was tracing the curve of his belly while lying in bed. Truth be told, he never took a pregnancy test. Layna just knew, and so did Ryan (although he was in denial).

As the months progressed, they found out Ryan was carrying fraternal twins. The boy would be named Jack; the girl, Jenna. Layna was so excited, and did most of the work in the nursery as her husband balanced his career as a trial attorney with the growing demands of pregnancy. He got big, fast. By month 6, Ryan looked ready to pop, but still had months to go. His expanding pregnancy took over, growing like a weed. Honestly, it looked as though Ryan were either full-term with twins, or at least carrying triplets or quads. The extra weight exhausted him. When he was home, he was usually asleep or forcing himself to stay awake while working on briefs. He grew frustrated when he grew so big that his belly pushed him to far away from his desk. Paternity clothes left a lot to be desired, especially since he was always known for his sharp-looking suits and Italian cuts. He wore his regulars until his belly jutted out of the open jackets. Layna, trying to be helpful, bought a BellyBand to help support the girth of his heavy pregnancy, but Ryan was upset and refused to wear it. He took to cupping his massive orb in his hands to offset the weight, as if that was less embarassing than the band.

Layna, however, couldn't get enough of her gravid lover. His sex-drive had gone south; he didn't feel sexy carrying a small planet on his usually well-built frame. But Layna wanted him all the time, and she constantly found her hands exploring his ever-changing frame. His belly bulged out so far that he had trouble applying lotion, and she was eager to assist. She loved nothing more, though, than to sneak into the bedroom while her husband was napping, his belly towering far above him in the air. From the doorway, she could see the exposed base of his firm belly, his shirt pulling further away with each breath he took.

Chapter 3:

When his due date approached and he didn't go into labor, Layna convinced him to get portraits made of his fantastically gorgeous belly. She pored over the stunningly artistic shots of her pregnant husband, his belly on full-display and not a stretch-mark in sight. Ryan had no interest, and made it clear that this was Layna's birthday, anniversary, Valentines Day, and Christmas gift for this year. She knew he was miserable, though, as his due date passed, so she didn't press the issue of him looking at the shots.

At the due-date appointment, the doctor declined to induce, but instead told Ryan to take it easy and see what happened.

"We'll see what happens next week," he said before rushing off to tend to another birthing man.

Now, there he was. Belly still carried high, shining with water droplets. Making his way over to the bed, Ryan turned and shimmied his way into a sitting position before stopping to catch his breath. Looking down at the mound in his hands, he couldn't believe how big he'd gotten. Layna helped him lie down, but then she was all over that firm, massive belly. Ryan sighed as she began to kiss the roundness, relishing in what could very well be the last night with her beautifully expectant husband.

She knew he would be out in a second, so she lightly draped herself over his bulging belly and pressed her lips to his. His hands tightened around her waist and kissed her back. Ryan didn't think he could go further, but the tender kiss was welcome. Truthfully, while annoyed sometimes, he was happy his wife was so interested in his pregnancy. He had a friend whose wife was so turned-off by his gravid state that she had started sleeping with a cabana boy at the country club. Oddly enough, Ryan had recently heard that the boy was pregnant and still trying to rock the Speedo at the pool.

I need to remember to invite Carl over for dinner. He should be ready to pop that kid out any day now,

Ryan thought.

"Honey," Ryan began. "You know I love you, but I'm just really not in the mood." Layna had begun her descent lower on his pregnant body, and was lingering on his vulnerable belly button. His breath caught as she nibbled on the tender protrusion, and he squirmed under the feeling of her light body draped over his swollen, massive one.

Finally, she gave his belly kisses for each of the twins, and then rolled off of his gargantuan orb. She snuggled in next to him, dwarfed by his size, and wrapped her arm around the mound that spilled onto the bed. Her hands wouldn't be still, feverishly rubbing the firm skin, and Ryan was getting annoyed. He, too, hoped this would be the night, although he was terrified of childbirth. Thankfully, Layna's brother gave birth 2 weeks ago, and said that once the epidural is given, it's a breeze. Palming his swollen dome, he prayed that he wasn't a lying bastard.

Ryan dozed off, and then....

Chapter 4:

"Honey, it's time!" he shouted, grasping for his wife. Feeling nothing, he began to panic. "Honey?!" he screamed. "The babies are coming! Where are you?!"

Looking down, Ryan grasped his over-inflated belly. It had grown larger in the course of the night. Struggling, he tried to get out of bed, but found himself trapped there by his massive orb. He flipped on the bedside lamp and began to frantically look for his wife. There, on her pillow, was a note.

Ryan:

I'm so sorry that it had to come to this. I thought I loved you, I really did. Maybe I did once, but the truth is, I've been having an affair with your friend Carl. He's due soon, and needs me. I love him, Ryan. Please understand that I need this, and Carl can't be alone for the birth. You're strong, honey. You can handle this.

Layna

Ryan awoke with a jolt, covered in sweat. He looked to his right, and saw his beautiful wife there, her hand still glued to his pregnancy. Shaking her awake, he told her about his terrible nightmare.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," she soothed.

Ryan didn't say anything. His heart was beating so fast and the twins were awake, although they had run out of room as of late. He slowly ran his hands over his mound as a futile effort to calm them.

"It's okay, babies. Daddy's here. So is mommy," he whispered.

Layna looked at him with a half-asleep smile. His belly shone with sweat, which made it look a little bigger.

Nothing wrong with that,

she smiled.

Chapter 5:

"I'm going to take a shower," Ryan said, beginning his struggle to get out of bed.

"Let me help you," Layna offered, always eager to soap up that massive belly.

She helped her gravid husband out of the sweat-soaked bed, and guided him to the shower. Helping him in, the pregnant couple stood under the stream of steamy hot water. As Layna reached for the body wash, Ryan stopped her.

"Just let me hold you for a second," he begged.

Ryan pulled her into his body, his bulging belly pressing into her lower back. Layna almost orgasmed with the feeling of that rock-hard, smooth dome on her skin. Turning, she wrapped her arms around her sexy husband, neatly fitting his cork of a navel into her innie. Then, she slyly got on her knees and ran her tongue over his warm, wet stomach. He moaned softly and ran his fingers through her soaked hair. When she sucked on his popped belly button, he almost exploded. She sensed this, and dived under his pregnancy where she knew his neglected manhood would be thrilled to see her.

Of course, it was.

As she pleasured him with her hot mouth, Ryan went to work on his overdue middle. He couldn't help but love the feeling of his large hands caressing his dripping-wet, steamy pregnancy. As he came, he couldn't help but see why his wife found his heavy state so darn sexy. Why was he just noticing, now that he was overdue?

Chapter 6:

After their steamy shower, Layna helped Ryan downstairs before heading up to dry her hair. It was Saturday, and neither of them had anywher to be. Secretly, Layna hoped today would not be D-Day, even though her heavily pregnant husband was clearly miserable. As she applied her makeup, Layna couldn't keep her mind off of that rotund orb. Her hands tingled because they were not running along the curves of Ryan's bulging mound. To feel that warm, taut skin under her touch drove her mad with desire. Speedily, Layna finished up and half-ran down the stairs to her beautifully pregnant lover.

There, sitting on the couch, was Ryan, his lap full of gorgeous belly. His t-shirt was pushed up under his meaty pecs, and his gravid pregnancy was on full-display. He didn't notice her at first; his large hands were busy, focused on caressing his baby-filled middle. Layna just stood in the doorway, taking in the sight. When Ryan finally noticed her, his hands stopped on either side of his expanded bulge. Though large and masculine, his hands looked tiny in comparison to that balloon-like baby belly.

Layna knelt between his legs and placed her hands over his. He stared into her eyes as she guided them into each contour of that overdue, heavy orb. The skin felt as though it could stretch no further, and had no give left. The babies had officially run out of room, so there wasn't much movement other than the occassional poke from a elbow or foot. Ryan couldn't believe that his belly came close to reaching his knees as he sat on the couch, his beautiful wife crouched in front of him. She leaned towards his dome, planting kisses on the firm expanse.

Chapter 7:

"What do you want to do today?" asked Ryan, never taking his hands from his expectant belly.

"This," Layna answered, gesturing to the ball of flesh under their hands.

"Well, your brother said that walking might speed things along, as much as I love carrying your babies."

"Oh..." Layna mused. Leaning forward, she rested her head on his jutting abdomen. "I'm going to miss this."

Running his hands through her hair, Ryan relished the feeling of his wife resting on his full dome. "I can't stay pregnant forever, babe."

"I know, but seeing you this full just does it for me," Layna replied.

Grazing his heaviness, Ryan said, "I'm glad. But I should have gone into labor days ago. I don't want to be induced, so I need your help. If you're not with me, you're against me." A smile twitched at his wife's lips as she nodded.

"I understand. That can't be comfortable," she said, kissing his swell. "Mall?" she inquired?

Nodding, Ryan asked, "How do you feel about asking Carl over for dinner?"

"Okay," Layna asked as she braced her feet and offered her hands to her heavily expectant husband.

"Oooff..." he said as he regained his stance. Once up, his hands automatically defaulted to his lower back, pushing that incredibly ripe belly further in front of him.

As Layna went upstairs to get her purse, Ryan made a call to Carl and asked his pregnant friend over for dinner. Carl, who was due in 2 weeks, agreed happily to a night with his friend.

Ryan waddled into the laundry room and, steadying himself on the dryer, pulled on black track pants and a t-shirt from his alma mater. The shirt was the biggest one he had, but it pulled tight across the round dome he sported. Reaching to the front of his pregnancy, he felt the protrusion of his popped belly button, clearly announcing to the world that he was with child. Waddling back out, he saw his sexy wife in the living room, wearing a cleavage-baring tank top and a flouncy pink skirt. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked, all petite and not pregnant. Palming his baby bump, he took in the sight. What in the hell did she see in him, he thought. Her figure was a perfect hourglass; her waist, tiny. His waist, however, had dissapeared long ago as his belly popped; the muscles blew out in an effort to support the twins his orb housed. Bringing his hands to his massive pregnancy, Ryan couldn't help but think about how hard it would be to get his six-pack back after giving birth.

Chapter 8:

"You driving, stud?" the beautiful woman asked him, jokingly

Ryan smiled as he slid on his go-to Crocs and opened the door for his stunning wife. Luckily, their salaries had allowed them to keep his BMW z4 as Layna's car, and purchase a Range Rover for Ryan. Since he was already on paternity leave, he didn't worry about driving, so it was no surprise when Layna pulled the passenger door open and helped him lower his heavy, pregnant frame into the seat. Once he was settled, absentmindedly rubbing his gravid swell, she got in and started the car. Looking at Ryan, she vowed to concentrate on the road and not the stunningly pregnant hottie in the passenger seat.

The mall wasn't far, which was great as Ryan had to use the bathroom and was feeling cramped in the car. As he got out, he leaned against the door to catch his balance. His lower back was killing him, but he couldn't decide if it was new. His belly hadn't dropped at all, and was still perfectly round and taut. Layna walked around the car, and took his arm as they headed for the mall door. They were quite a sight: the bronzed beauty with the long blonde hair, clutching the arm of a 6'4" muscular man with dark hair and piercing green eyes--save for the heavy pregnancy he was hoisting around.

Chapter 9:

To say Ryan was big was an understatement. Layna was elated that he had not given birth yet and seemed to grow bigger, but she was confused. Why hadn't he had any signs of giving birth yet? Eyeing the protruding dome, she knew he had to be uncomfortable, but the doctor didn't seem worried. And he was waddling and his back was deeply arched, but the mall had been his idea. Layna placed a hand on her flat belly, thankful that it wasn't her carrying twins.

A few laps around the mall left Ryan exhausted and in a foul mood. Layna bought him a big pretzel and herself a sexy negligee from VS, but neither cheered him up. Instead, he palmed his belly and scowled. There was a booth offering henna tattoos and Layna begged Ryan to get a belly design, and he blatantly refused and headed for the exit. Sighing, Layna trudged along after him, knowing he wouldn't get far.

On the way home, they stopped for a few groceries. Ryan scowled some more. Carl would be over in an hour, so Ryan took a quick nap while Layna threw together a lasagna. She turned on some music and danced around the kitchen while she cooked, and didn't hear the door when Carl came knocking. Finally, he appeared, ridiculously pregnant, in the sliding glass door. After Layna recovered from her mini-heart attack, she let her gravid husbands equally gravid friend in.

"Holy shit, Carl! Do you want me dead or something?" she demanded.

"Sorry, Layna," said Carl, not even bothering to stifle a laugh. He was truly a sight. Handsome, not very tall, and very full of baby, his black sweater was a size too small. But most importantly, his belly was much lower than when she last saw him.

"Getting close?" she asked.

Carl grinned and patted his orb. "Been having contractions on-and-off since last night," he said. "Figure anytime now."

"Don't tell Ryan that," Layna joked.

"That's right; how overdue is he?"

"A little less than 2 weeks."

"Damn! I can't imagine! Well, I'll try not to brag, but honestly, I wanted him to be in the room with me. You know that Karen is no longer in the picture, and I thought that Ryan might like to get an idea of what he's in for, if those kids ever decide to come out," Carl said.

"You know, I think he would love that. And anything I can do, just say the words," Layna replied, briefly putting a hand on Carl's low-hanging dome. "I know it's been rough without Karen, but really, you're going to do an amazing job with that little girl. She's going to be spoiled rotten."

"I'm going to do my best. I can imagine you two will be lavishing your twins with attention.

"Oh, well, of course we..-" Layna was interrupted at the sound of Ryan's heaviness thundering down the stairs.

"Hey, man!" shouted Carl. "You look great!"

"Ha, ha," retorted Ryan. "Dude, you didn't tell me you dropped! You're not due yet, are you?"

"No," said Carl, grasping each side of his mountainous belly and pushing the roundness out for emphasis. "But, sorry to say, it looks like this little lady will be the first one in my life to be early," he joked. "I didn't tell you because I know that you've been pretty bummed that the twins are in no hurry," he said, poking Ryan in the belly.

The men caught up while Layna completed the dinner, and they all sat down to a relaxed meal. Layna felt a bit left out as most of the talk centered around the mens pregnancies, but she was enjoying it. She felt sorry for Carl.

Chapter 10:

"That was fun," Ryan said after seeing Carl off.

"It really was. You two seem to have a lot of fun together."

"We do," he replied. "But my lower back is killing me," he said, rubbing circles with his fingers, "so I'm kind of glad he headed home."

Layna slid behind her gravid husband and began to massage his back. He sighed and leaned his heaviness into her. She couldn't resist that swollen belly so close to her hands, and soon snaked her way around his hips and under his t-shirt in order to caress his protruding orb. The tight skin felt so smooth and warm under her fingers, and she found herself immensely comforted. The way she was standing, she found that she could not reach the peak of his dome, and this made her giggle.

"What?" asked Ryan sleepily.

"Nothing, sexy. Just noticed that I can't get my arms all the way around you anymore. You're just to full of babies."

"Oh," he murmurred. "Just now noticing how big I am?"

"Oh, I know how big you are, in more ways than one. Let's go to bed," she said.

"Yes, please." Ryan answered.

As she helped her gravid lover up the stairs, Layna couldn't help but think about how big Ryan was. His belly really popped around the 6-month mark, and she couldn't get enough. She was really going to miss that baby bump. Secretly, Layna prayed that Ryan would want to get knocked up again. She didn't dare mention this to him since he was clearly miserable this late in his twin-pregnancy, but the idea had certainly in the back of her mind. Knowing that she and Ryan would have their hands full when Jack and Jenna arrived did nothing to quiet the desire for her sexy husband to be pregnant again. Hell, she though, he hasn't even given birth. But no matter how gorgeous and full he was now, she adored seeing him swell up from nothing into the mini-planet he was currently sporting. His OB was shocked at how large he had gotten, and he was literally all belly. There was no fat added anywhere else; it was as though his belly refused to share the new bulk with any other body parts, and Layna was totally okay with that. Every new inch that added itself to Ryans waistline; every day that his feet got harder to see under that gravid swell; every pair of pants that Ryan cursed for not fitting...it was all beautiful to Layna.

She helped Ryan into bed and began to get ready to go to sleep. When she exited the bathroom, she marveled in the sight of Ryan on the bed. Unlike every other pregnant person she had known, Ryan could only sleep on his back. At the moment, he was reading a magazine, perched on his mountainous belly which was towering high above him; his belly button topped off the globe like a thimble. Layna felt a flush sweep over her as she saw how far in the air his gargantuan, heavy pregnancy soared. Nothing made her feel like this. Crawling into bed, she began to prod her hubby's baby bump when she made a startling discovery: the twins were getting into position.

"Um, honey?" she began.

"Hmmm....?"

Poking the swell, she said, "Notice anything different about this general area?"

Ryan put the magazine down and joined his wife's prodding of his heavy pregnancy, and replied, "Well, I did feel them make what felt like a full-turn, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to get my hopes up when I wasn't sure what I felt."

"Wow," Layna breathed. She kissed Ryan's lips and then his belly (twice), and said "tonight could be the night."

Nodding, Ryan looked adoringly into his beautiful wife's eyes. Knowing how much she loved his gravidness, he removed his skin-tight t-shirt and let his bare orb be ravaged, first by Layna's eyes, followed by her hands, and finally, her tongue. She fondled his marble-sized navel and traced the crease where that heavy belly met his pubic area. When Layna got up to get him a glass of water, Ryan cradled his dome in his hands and took a moment to relish in what he prayed would be his last day sporting this pregnant belly. He gave his dome a little lift, giggling like a school-girl as it bounced heavily. The twins were out of room by now; he hated when he accidentally bounced his belly earlier on in the pregnancy because the babies would become a firestorm of activity.

Hoisting himself up, Ryan carried his belly to the mirror, where he took in his amusing profile. From the front, things weren't so bad. Sure, he looked heavy with child, and his belly button stuck out, but from the side...man, oh, man. He was attempting to hold his swollen globe in his hands to relieve some of the weight from his deeply-arched back. The heaviness pulled him forward and his now-watermelon shaped dome stuck out further than ever. At last check, he was sporting a 60" waist, and it was probably bigger now. His meaty pecs were incredibly sore and puffy, ready to feed his children. The breast pump Layna had purchased had gotten little use; Ryan just couldn't get used to the feeling.

Layna entered the room and, with her expectant husbands permission, snapped a picture of his pre-delivery profile on her iPhone. Then, slipping her arms around that gravid middle, she and Ryan held each other. His belly was so large that she couldn't get too close, which is why she usually held him from behind.

Helping him back to bed, Layna pulled out the portfolio of Ryans maternity pictures. He had been to upset to look at them at the time, but he seemed to finally see the beauty in his pregnancy, at this late age. They held each other and admired the gorgeous, artistic shots of Ryans gravid pregnancy. His enormous belly photographed beautifully and looked even larger on camera. Even Ryan had to admit that it was money well spent. Looking down at the belly filling his lap, he got it. He understood.

Pregnancy was agreeing with him.

Suddenly, he wished he could be pregnant forever. Sure, he wanted the children to arrive healthy and happy, but this belly needed to stay. Feverishly palming the dome, he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible to make up for lost time.

After helping him onto his side, Layna curled up against his back and wrapped her hands around the massive pregnancy spilling out of his shirt. It was pouring rain outside, and the sounds of it pounding the roof relaxed him as he was lulled to sleep with his wifes comforting strokes. She peppered his neck with soft kisses and whispered into her pregnant husbands ear:

"So how long do we have to wait after these two are born to get you all full again?" she asked.

Pressing his wifes small hand into his navel, he replied, "Even 5 minutes will be to long."

The next morning, Ryan woke up. As he began getting ready for work, he rubbed small circles into his strained lower back. Looking down at his heavy orb, he felt as though it had gotten bigger in the night. But the problem, it seemed, was that babies were getting into position. Yes, his belly was definitely a bit lower and more oblong. Sadly, though, the new movement had resulted in a few violet stretch-marks. Walking wasn't too awkward yet, as the drop wasn't very dramatic, so Jason continued getting ready. The rain was still pouring outside, so Ryan skipped styling his hair.

Choosing a beautiful Italian-cut suit and a pair of shoes that were not designed for an expectant man, Ryan balanced his heavy frame and got dressed as best he could. Heading downstairs, he could hear his wife shuffling around the kitchen, prepearing her gravid lover breakfast. The new developments of his full-term dome felt a bit off, and he could feel the babies heads near the base of his belly. Yes, labor wouldn't be to far off, he figured, though contractions were yet to come.

Seeing him, his wife said, "Honey, didn't you look outside? It's a flash flood. You can't go anywhere today. The news says to stay inside."

Ryans hands automatically defaulted to his melon-shaped belly and began to try and comfort the lives inside as they struggled against their cramped womb. "Oh.." he began. "Um, babe? Look." With that, Jason unbuttoned his shirt and pressed his wifes hands into the base of his stomach. Knowing she couldn't get the full effect like that, he also unbuttoned his trousers which allowed his belly to drop a few inches as the pressure was released.

"Wow, you picked a hell of a time to do this, didn't you?" Layna asked with a nervous smile.

Ryan said nothing. He kissed his wife and went back upstairs to change back into pajamas. His lower back was sore already and he had to rub it constantly to try and soothe it, but he found he needed at least one hand to cup his massive pregnancy. Jason admired his pregnant profile in the mirror and noted that his belly was tear-shaped and hung almost between his legs. Walking was getting difficult, but all Jason could hope for is that the rain would let up before labor started. The kids were contorting his heaviness, so he picked his belly up and watched it fall.

Ryan and Layna had breakfast and watched the news, which informed them that the roads were shut down as torrential rain showers dominated. Nervously, Ryan couldn't keep his hands off of his globe, and prayed that things would look up.

Layna suggested a movie to take their mind of off the impending birth, but Ryan couldn't focus. It didn't help that Carl texted him to let him know that he was at the hospital. All he could think about was the fact that he was almost in labor. He decided to try and take a nap; he knew he could need all the strength he could get. He made himself comfortable in the dens recliner, and Layna covered her expectant husband up with a blanket. Thankfully, the pounding rain and his heavy belly put him right out. Layna crouched beside the chair, noting how the crunched position he was in forced his belly to bulge further. She placed her hands on it, feeling for the twins. The skin was so firm beneath her touch, and she rubbed it for what might be the last time. Ryan slept a deep sleep and finally woke around 8:00 PM.

He struggled to get out of the recliner, and was shocked to find the twins further down as they got ready for birth. His lower back was spasming and a warm feeling was spreading over his hard belly. Ryan knew these were mild contractions, and wanted to cry. They didn't hurt too bad yet, but the newly dropped dome made it difficult to sit or walk. He had to spread his legs wide to accomodate the new development.

Ryan headed for the kitchen where he could hear Layna, but about halfway there, he was racked with his first "real" contraction. He cried out in pain as he doubled over the best he could with that huge belly in the way. The pain ripped through his belly, where the contorting muscles bulged out of his rock-hard pregnancy. Layna was instantly at his side, urging him to breathe through the pain. Finally, the pain subsided and Ryan turned on the news to see about getting to the hospital. It didn't look good. The water outside was up to epic levels, and it hit him: these babies were going to be born at home.

The rest of the night was spent walking around the house, riding out increasingly-painful contractions. They were very close together now, and Ryan was terrified. Layna suggested a hot bath, but as he took his clothes off, it happened: his water broke. The pressure was reduced, but the contractions still ripped through his abdomen and lower back. He decided to forgo the bath, and instead tried to determine where to birth. Layna suggested the den, and made a pallet of blankets. Helping her gravid lover down, he crawled onto all fours, his heavy belly hanging down and pulling his back into the deepest arch Layna had ever seen. He cried out as the , strongest contraction yet ripped through his pregnancy. He need to push, but knew it was too soon. Layna was trying to remain strong, even though inside she was screaming about having to deliver her own children.

She helped Ryan onto his back, his massive belly quivering in the air. His legs were spread wide, so he bent his knees and let Layna have a look. She could see the top of a head, so she encouraged Jason to push.

He grapsed his bent knees and bore down as hard as he could. His face turned bright red as he tried to force his child down. Panting, he let go and collapsed onto the pillows. Layna kissed him, and rubbed his sweaty belly through the next contraction as he clenched his teeth.

"Come on, baby! You're doing an amazing job!" Layna coached.

"I...I'm...trying," he panted as he wrapped his hands around his sweaty, contracting orb. He pushed with all of his strength, but felt that nothing was happening. Delivering without drugs was going to be a nightmare. He collapsed on the pillow and tried to catch his breath as his belly contracted, trying to move his unborn children down and out into the world.

"Baby? Come on! You can do this!" chanted Layna.

She wiped the sweat off of his brow as Ryan clenched his teeth and bore down as hard as he could.

"I see a head! It's coming!"

Ryan felt that his stomach was being ripped open by hot knives, but knew the more he pushed, the faster the babies would be born. Finally, as he screamed when he felt his opening gape, the babies head slipped out.

"Oh, Ryan! A full-head of hair. So beautiful!" said Layna.

Ryan said nothing as he continued to push; the shoulders and body finally slipped out and Jason collapsed. He tried to see his first-born, Jenna, but collapsed as he had to rest before Jack came into the world. Layna worked to get Jenna cleaned up so she could hand her over for a feeding, but she began to cry as she saw how beautiful their daughter was.

Finally, she lay the baby on Ryans chest, where she instinctively latched onto his puffy nipple.

Ryan sighed in relief as his sore chest was relieved of pressure. Leaning his head back, he tried to prepare for round two. Layna squeezed his hand, and said: "I love you so much. You did a wonderful job."

"Thanks. So did you." Ryan listened to the pouring rain as his daughter fed, until his body radiated with a contraction.

"Ready for your son?" Jenna asked as she saw the now-familiar look on her hubby's face.

Ryan said nothing, as he felt an urge to push. Layna lay Jenna down in the bassinet as Ryan began birthing their son.

Fortunately, this one went much quicker, and in 4 pushes, Jack entered the world and had his first meal.

The afterbirth came quickly, and Ryan was worn out. He kissed his children, then his wife, after which he passed out.

When he came to, it was no longer raining. Layna was rocking his children, who were perfect. Touching his belly, Ryan groaned as he felt how soft and flabby it was.

Smiling, Layna said, "I know how to get it rock-hard again soon, if you're interested."

"Thanks, baby. And yes, I will take you up on that soon. I love you."

"I love you, too. And Carl gave birth just before you did; he called an hour or so ago," she replied.

"Good. Can I hold our babies?" Ryan asked.

"Sure, as long as you hold me, too."

Layna lay down next to her handsome husband, where they held their newborn twins.

Yes, life was good.