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A Less Than Relaxing Vacation Pt. 2

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Paulo was right, apparently a man is most fertile right after giving
birth.  I always thought you had to give your body time to recover
(you really probably should) but I'd given birth less than an hour
before and I was pregnant again already.  It only took that one time.

I named my son Henry.  He was my pride and joy.  I'd do anything for
him.    Anything.  Which is why I agreed to get pregnant 2 more
times...

Though I was pregnant again, the first 2 months after I gave birth to
Henry, I lost a lot of weight.  My belly quickly shrank and firmed up
thanks to the breast feeding though it never got back to its original
shape, leaving me with a firm little pot belly.  I would've been upset
but I knew I had about 2 more years to go before I could even think
about getting back in "real" shape.

While my belly shrank, my chest continued to grow.  I had a pretty
serious set of man boobs going on as my chest continuously refilled
with milk to feed the constantly eating Henry.  My once firm pecs were
now covered by a thick layer of fat, under which milk replenished
itself all day long as Henry worked hard to try and dry me out during
each feeding.  While my nipples had grown considerably, thankfully my
chest, big as it was, still kept a masculine form and didn't look like
a set of woman's tits, just like a real meaty, plump set of pecs.

For the first 2 months, I stayed in the same room I'd given birth to
Henry in.   Paulo would come by a few times a day to bring me my meals
and diapers and fresh clothes for Henry.  He never brought me clothes
though so I stayed  naked.  He'd taken away the clothes I'd come here
in.  Eventually I got used to it.

Sometimes Paulo would stay and eat with me.  We'd talk, small awkward
conversations but it was a start.  I'd sit and eat on my thin
mattress, he in the chair by the door.

Paulo had taken my shackle off.  I needed to be able to move around
and take care of Henry.  When he was gone, Paulo kept the door locked
from the outside so I couldn't get out.  There was another door in the
room that he unlocked for me though, the bathroom.  There was a tub
with a shower, a toilet and a sink.  It was very basic but he kept it
clean which I appreciated.  There's nothing I hate more than a dirty
bathroom.

Unlike my pregnancy with Henry, this time I didn't get any morning
sickness.   I had the worst time with it for the first few months of
my first pregnancy but this time, no problems at all.  Maybe it was
because I'd gotten pregnant again so soon?  Whatever the reason, I was
glad not to be sick.

The only thing that kept me sane was Henry. Even when he woke me in
the middle of the night, crying because he was hungry, I didn't mind.
Watching him grow (which he did a lot of) made me so happy. When he
started to smile and giggle I swore my heart would break he was so
cute.

One day, as Paulo and I ate dinner together, Henry sleeping in his
crib, Paulo broke the awkward silence with a surprising statement.

"You've been a pretty good boy these last 2 months," he said as he
took a bite of salad.

"Thanks?" I said hesitantly. I didn't know where he was going with this.

"I think you've shown me that you don't have to stay in this dark,
little room anymore," he said, looking at me, trying to read my face.

"You're letting me go?"

"You wish!" Paulo laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"Well what then?" I asked.

"I can't keep you and Henry here any longer," Paulo said, shaking his
head. "It's not right. I'm gonna take you somewhere else. Somewhere
with more room and some sun."

"Really?!?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah really," he nodded. "But I swear to God," he said, pointing his
fork at me. "If you pull any shit, you're gonna regret it. You got
it?"

"Yes," I nodded.  Just like I'd do anything for my son, I'd do
anything to get out of that little room.

The next day Paulo came early in the morning.  His hands were full and
he struggled to open the door.  He was carrying a car seat and a bag
of clothes which he tossed at me.

"Get dressed," he instructed as he went over to the crib and gently
picked up Henry who was still sleeping.  As I dressed, Paulo carefully
placed Henry into the car seat, buckled him in and told me to be ready
to go by the time he got back as he made for the door.

"Where are you taking Henry?" I asked as I pulled the t-shirt. Having
fabric against my skin felt so foreign after being naked for the last
couple months.

"To the car," he said.  "I'll be back for you in a few," he said,
closing the door behind him.

When Paulo came back, I was ready. It didn't take me long, I just had
to put on the shirt, a pair of shorts and some flip flops.

"Here," Paulo said, handing me some sunglasses.  "You're gonna need
these.   You haven't seen natural light in awhile."

"Thanks," I said as I put the glasses on.

"Take these," he said, handing me 2 small pills.

"What are these?"

"They'll put you to sleep," Paulo explained.

"Why do I need to take these?" I asked.

"'Cause I said so, damn!" Paulo said, shaking his head.  "You want
outta here or not?"

"I want out," I nodded, popping the pills and going into the bathroom
to wash them down with some water from the tap.

"Alright let's bounce," Paulo said when I returned.

"Give me a minute," I said as I looked around the room.  Weird as it
sounds, that little room held a lot of emotion for me.  I'd given
birth to my son there, he'd spent his first couple months there.  My
life had changed forever there.

"We gotta go," Paulo said, coming behind me and gently pushing me
toward the door. "Those pills are gonna kick in any second."

Soon as Paulo had said that, I began to feel drowsy.  My eyelids felt
like they weighed a ton and I struggled to keep them up as Paulo
guided me out to the car.

Paulo got me into the back seat of an SUV.  The last thing I remember
was seeing Henry in his car seat, still asleep.  As soon as I knew he
was there and he was OK, I let myself fall asleep.

The next thing I remember was waking up on another bed, this one much
more comfortable and with sheets.  It was in a large room with lots of
windows.  My eyes struggled to adjust to the bright, natural light and
the first thing I did was look for Henry.  There was a crib against
the wall and I got out of bed, feeling surprisingly refreshed, like
I'd slept forever.

Henry was awake and was looking inquisitively at the mobile that hung
above the crib, spinning slowly.  I leaned down and gave him a quick
kiss on the forehead before I made my way to the door.

I was surprised to find it unlocked.  I opened it and ventured out,
going down a short hallway which lead to a small living room, dining
room and kitchen.  The walls were all wood paneled and there were lots
of windows looking out to trees on every side.  Paulo was in the
kitchen unloading groceries. He turned around when he heard me
approach.

"Welcome to our new home," he said with a small smile, as he continued
to fill the fridge.

"Where are we?" I asked, scratching my head sleepily.

"The Everglades," he said. " Far away from anyone else so don't get
any ideas," he added with a wink.

"This place is nice," I said as I looked around the small but
comfortable house. "Much nicer than that room."

"Like I said," Paulo shrugged. "I think you've proven yourself.  You
and Henry deserved to get out of that place.  But know that you're
stuck here," he said, turning to look at me.  "We're literally in the
middle of the Glades.  There's alligators out there and panthers and
other crazy animals," he said. "So again, don't get any ideas."

"OK," I nodded.

I quickly got used to my new "home".  Even though the house was small,
it felt huge to me after being kept in that little room for 2 months.
Paulo continued to provide for me and Henry.  We had everything we
wanted and most importantly, I had clothes again.

Paulo spent a lot of time in the home's office, leaving me to do what
I wanted. There wasn't much to do in the middle of the Glades and
heeding Paulo's advice I kept inside the house or on its elevated
deck, too nervous to venture out any further for fear of being
attacked by an alligator or something.

A couple times a week Paulo would go to the store.   He always had me
make a list of anything I wanted.  He soon found out that I was a good
cook and let me do all the cooking, after all there wasn't really
anywhere to go out and get take out.

We'd been at the house for about a month when I noticed that I'd
started to gain weight again.   My belly was definitely growing.
Enough so that Paulo noticed too.

The scale in the bathroom let me know that in the month that we'd been
in the Glades, I'd gained 10 lbs, not a huge amount of weight but a
lot to gain in a month.  Paulo was curious enough about my weight gain
to call a doctor who made house calls to come by the house.  He
promised me that if I tried anything funny I'd have hell to pay.  So
when the doctor came I acted like Paulo and I were a happy couple.
Paulo had timed the visit so that Henry was down for a nap.  We kept
the bedroom door closed so the doctor wouldn't know Henry was in there
and question why I was pregnant again so soon.

The doctor examined me, feeling around my small but growing stomach
and took out his portable sonogram machine.  He jellied up my belly
and moved the wand around.  He excitedly gave us the "good news" that
I was having twins!  Before he left he prescribed me prenatal vitamins
which  on his next trip to the store, Paulo had filled.

As soon as Paulo learned I was having twins, everything changed.  He
had me teach him how to cook, he bought cookbooks at the store, read
up on new recipes online, anything he could do to keep me off my feet
and at the table eating, he did.

Paulo made it so I hardly had to move and I kinda liked it.  Now that
he was always around (except when he was at  the store) he did nearly
everything for me.  When Henry would wake up for a feeding in the
middle of the night, Paulo would wake up, come into my room, get the
baby from the crib and bring him to me.  All so I wouldn't have to get
out of bed and do any extra work.

In the mornings, I'd get breakfast in bed, he'd again bring Henry to
me for his morning feeding, Paulo didn't want me to do anything.  His
efforts quickly showed.

By the fourth month I'd gained another 20 lbs, my belly quickly
growing round and full again.   Already I'd gained over half the
weight I'd gained when I was pregnant with Henry.  Part of me was
shocked and disgusted but a new part of me was coming out, enjoying my
new life of leisure.

I was being waited on hand and foot.   Sure, I'd been kidnapped and
forcibly impregnated but I had Henry and we were both being well taken
care of.  Given my situation I didn't have much to complain about.

Once a week, Paulo would have me get naked and take pictures of me to
send to his partners in Brazil.  Now that they knew I was having twins
and I was really starting to show, they were  interesting in seeing
weekly updates of their "package".

With Paulo's new interest in cooking I continued to eat well.   He
eagerly tried out new recipes on me and I just as eagerly ate them up.
 Nearly all of them were hits though there were a few misses.  With
all the food I was consuming, my lack of physical activity and the
prenatal vitamins I was taking, the weight piled on.

When I reached 6 months, Paulo had me get on the scale. My belly was
already bigger than it had been when I was full term with Henry so I
couldn't see the number.   Paulo kneeled down below my stomach to get
the reading.

"245 lbs," he announced.

Over the course of this pregnancy I'd gained 45 lbs and I still had 3
months to go.  My body was vastly different now than it had been
before I'd gotten pregnant the first time.  My butt continued to plump
out, my chest now rested heavily on top of my growing belly and my
belly, well it was big.   Real big...

At 7 months I weighed in at 266 lbs.  I  was really feeling the weight
now.  My belly was a huge, round ball that stuck out a good 2 1/2 feet
in front of me.  Paulo was having trouble finding shirts to fit my
blown up middle so most of the tops I wore ended just below my belly
button.

Henry had been an active baby and the twins were proving to be much
the same.  My belly was still round and I carried it high but it was
always shifting and warping as the twins vied for position and played
around inside me.  Paulo loved when I would sit on the couch, pull my
tight shirt up right below my pecs and let him feel around my massive
stomach.  He'd always have a huge smile on his face and dollar signs
in his eyes as he moved his hands around the over-inflated beach ball
that was my middle.

My belly was so big at 8 months that I could rest Henry on top of it
without holding him while he fed (I didn't do this but I could've if I
wanted).  I enjoyed the feeling of his tiny hands clinging to my
rounded skin, his torso and legs resting on the upper curve of my
stomach as he fed.

Eventually I not only enjoyed Paulo waiting on me, I needed him to. I
was so massive by 8 1/2 months that moving around was difficult.
Anytime I needed to get up to use the bathroom, I had to call Paulo to
help me off the couch or out of the bed.  My belly was huge.  Massive,
enormous.  I was easily over twice as big as I'd been when I'd
delivered Henry.

Paulo thought it would be a good idea for the doctor come around a
final time before I gave birth.   Once more he brought his sonogram
machine and waved the wand over my belly, only this time he had much
more skin to cover.

The doctor estimated that the babies were each around 12 or 13 lbs.
Very big for twins.  He asked me what hospital I planned to deliver at
and not wanting to say anything wrong, I quickly looked to Paulo for
help.

"We have family up in Miami," Paulo said casually, patting my
shoulder. "We're gonna head up there soon and go to Miami General when
the time comes."

His answer satisfied the doctor who left shortly thereafter, wishing
me good luck birthing such large twins.  After the doctor had left, I
asked Paulo just how I was to deliver the twins.

"Just like last time," Paulo shrugged. "Right here at home."

"But they're so big," I said, looking down dumbly at my enormous, baby
filled stomach.

"You'll be fine," he assured me.

My due date came and went.  At last check I weighed in at 301 lbs.   I
was huge and miserable.  I could hardly move my belly was so big.
Paulo really stepped up though and took great care of Henry.  He
bathed him every day, changed his diapers and played with him since I
no longer could.  He'd lay in bed next to me whenever I'd feed Henry,
always close by in case I needed anything.

When my due date passed without any indication that I'd be delivering,
Paulo starting staying in my room. He started out on a blow up
mattress on the floor but after I'd asked him to climb up on the bed
and rub my spasming back in the middle of the night, he started
sleeping in the bed with me.

At first it was weird, him sleeping with me, but I was glad to have
him there to massage my back whenever I needed.   I remembered the
deal that I'd made with him.  Paulo stood to make some good money off
of my pregnancy so the least he could do was try and help me.

Anything I did at that point was uncomfortable.  As much as I loved
Henry, even feeding him was becoming hard.  I could hardly stand the
weight he put on my stomach anymore.  The twins needed to come out.

A week and a half after my due date, my belly finally dropped.  I
noticed it immediately when Paulo was helping me out of bed in the
morning.  My belly pressed against the front of my thighs, feeling
like I had a heavy apron on as my legs brushed against it with each
labored step.   My hands went to the small of my back as my belly
pulled it into an inhumane arch.   After the short waddle across the
room to the bathroom, I was already tired and glad to have a seat.

I thought for sure that since I'd dropped, I'd go into labor anytime.
But all day passed and nothing happened.  The twins continued to be
active but I could see their heads hanging low at the bottom of my
stomach so they had to almost be ready...

"Maybe we should call the doctor again?" I suggested as I lay on the
couch, feet propped up,  I had my shirt pulled up under my chest and
was rubbing big, exaggerated circles over my stomach, feeling the new
crop of stretchmarks that had formed at the top of my belly after it
dropped.

"Why?" Paulo asked from the kitchen where he was making our dinner,
spaghetti.  "You're fine."

"Yeah," I nodded.  "But I was due over a week and a half ago," I said.
 "Look at me, I'm huge!" I groaned, grabbing either side of my belly
and shaking it lightly.   The twins responded with a couple of fierce
kicks.  Apparently they didn't like that.

"We can't call the doctor," Paulo said as he worked at the stove.  "He
thinks we went up to Miami, remember?  There's nothing to worry about,
the babies are just taking their time."

"I'm starting to get worried," I admitted.  "I dunno if I'm gonna be
able to deliver them, they're so big!" I said, looking down at my
absurdly large and round middle.  My belly button, popped out right at
the top of my stomach was the crown jewel and I gave it a little
flick.  I just had to...

"You'll be able to," Paulo assured me.  "Don't get yourself worked up,
it's not good for the babies."

"But Paulo, you're not a doctor," I reminded him.  "I know you helped
me deliver Henry but this is gonna be a little different.  I'm gonna
have 2 babies this time, both of which are gonna be bigger than Henry
was!"

"Relax!" Paulo said, putting the spoon he was using down and coming
over to the couch.  He kneeled down in front of me and put a hand on
top of my belly.  "You're gonna be fine, the babies will be fine,
you've got nothing to worry about," he said, patting my mound.  "I may
not be a doctor but I know how to deliver a baby.  You know how
important these 2 are to me so I wouldn't let anything happen to
them."

"What about me?" I asked with a frown.

"Or you," Paulo said with a small grin.  "Don't forget, you still owe
me another pregnancy."

"About that..." I said slowly.  "What are the chances that since I'm
having twins, this pregnancy counts as 2?" I asked with a hopeful
smile.

"The chances of that happening are about as good as me getting
pregnant," Paulo laughed.  "You agreed to get pregnant twice.  But
good try!" He winked, as he stood, giving my belly a gentle slap as he
went back to the stove.

"I'm sure your partners are anxious for me to deliver," I said as I
continued to play with my belly.  "They're probably wondering what the
hell's taking me so long."

"They know what's going on.  I've been keeping them up to speed every
week when I send them the pictures," Paulo said as he stirred.
"They're not happy with the delay but they know that also means bigger
babies."

When dinner was ready, Paulo helped me to the table.  I had to sit far
away.  Even with my legs spread wide I couldn't get too close to the
table.  I ended up with quite a bit of spaghetti sauce on my shirt by
the end of the meal.

After dinner, my back was really hurting.  Hell, it was always hurting
now but now it was really aching.  Paulo suggested I take a bath and
offered to run one for me.  He thought the warm water might help my
back.  I was willing to try anything.

I hadn't taken a bath in months.  When I got into the bathroom I was
surprised at how low the water in the tub was so I asked Paulo about
it.

"I don't wanna flood the place," he explained.  "Let's get you in and
see if I need to add more."

Paulo helped me out of my clothes and then carefully down into the
tub.  Getting in the tub was no easy feat with such a large stomach, I
couldn't bend over it much.  As we lowered me in I was surprised how
much the water rose.  It went from just about 6 inches to covering
nearly all of my stomach but my belly button.

The hot water felt good an even though I was pretty crammed in the
tub, I could feel my tight back muscles relaxing with the heat.  Paulo
left me for a little to go to his office and "conduct some business".

I spent a good hour in the tub soaking and relaxing.  The babies
must've enjoyed the warm water because they were very calm when
usually after a meal they liked to play around.  Occasionally an elbow
or foot would press out against one of my sides but for the most part
the twins enjoyed the bath as much as I did.

Eventually the water started getting cold and I was about to call for
Paulo but he came back in just then.  Getting out of the tub took some
serious effort on both our parts but eventually I got vertical.  Paulo
handed me one of my oversized towels and I dried off then waddled into
the bedroom where I put on my loosest pair of mesh shorts.  It was
almost bedtime so I didn't bother with a shirt.

I got myself situated in bed, propped up against the headboard with
countless pillows behind my back.  I let Paulo know I was ready to
feed Henry and he brought him to me.  I grimaced slightly as Henry
came to rest on my stomach.  He was now up to 21 lbs.  He was a big
boy. All the food and the prenatal vitamins I took must've made my
milk extra nutritious 'cause like me, Henry was packing on the pounds.

After feeding for 15 minutes, Henry fell asleep.  I quietly let Paulo
who had been working on his laptop know that Henry was done.  He came
and took him back to his crib.

Paulo helped me lay down and I was trying to get as comfortable as I
could when my first contraction hit.  Already it was a strong one and
I groaned quietly, not wanting to wake Henry.

Paulo quickly wheeled Henry's crib out of the room and down the hall
to the extra bedroom so I wouldn't wake him.  Then he came back to my
side.

"Seems like it's finally time," he said with a smile.  Again I saw
dollar signs in his eyes and for a second I couldn't help but feel
like breeding stock on a farm.

"It's about time," I huffed.  "They're only 2 weeks late!"

"Better late than never," Paulo winked, reaching down to rub my belly.
 "They just wanted some extra time to grow."

"Well they've had enough time," I said. "It's time for them to get out!"

For the first few hours the contractions were 40 minutes apart.  They
were strong but judging by the timing, I knew I was in for a long
labor.

4 hours after my first contraction, things finally started picking up.
 The time between contractions went quickly from 40 minutes to only
20.  After one of the contractions Paulo suggested I feed Henry before
things got any more intense.

I was already a hot sweaty mess by that point.  Paulo had fans on
either side of the bed to try and keep me cool.  They didn't help.

I fed Henry a quick meal as I waited anxiously for the next
contraction.  Paulo had just taken Henry from my arms when it hit.
Maybe it was the breast feeding that caused it, but this contraction
was much stronger and lasted even longer, almost 2 whole minutes.

After 4 hours of labor my water still hadn't broken.  I knew that when
it did my labor would really start to progress.  I was already getting
tired so I really wanted to get the show on the road, knowing that
there would be a lot of hard, exhausting pushing in my future.

5 hours in and still nothing.  My contractions were still 15 minutes
apart and I was getting restless and uncomfortable lying in bed so I
asked Paulo to help me up so I could walk around, having heard that
helped labor progress.

I waddled around the room, rivers of sweat running down every curve of
my low hanging stomach.  Paulo followed close behind keeping pressure
on the small of my back with his hands so I could use mine to rub my
rock hard stomach.

45 long minutes into my waddle, I felt a flurry of movement within my
belly but it wasn't a contraction. I felt intense pressure build up
inside my intestines and a long, slight rumble began.  Suddenly my ass
and thighs were soaked as my water broke, spilling out of me in long,
wet farts.  I looked at Paulo and we both had surprised looks and
burst out laughing like little boys at the sounds my body had made.

For a few minutes I felt better. My stomach was noticeably less firm
after I'd evacuated so much liquid. Paulo helped me back to the bed
while he cleaned up the floor.

Not wanting to lay back down yet, I sat on the side of the bed, legs
spread wide in an attempt to accommodate my belly. It hung so low now
that even with my legs spread as wide as they went, my belly was
forced up from my lap up into my chest, pushing my pecs up toward my
chin.

The twins became very active just as another contraction came. It was
my first one since my water broke and it was even stronger than the
others. It was amazing to watch my stomach contract and warp through
the contraction. My abs were sore after several hours of contracting
after such a long time of inactivity being stretched to the max over
the huge twins.

In the next 15 minutes my contractions went down to only 8 minutes
apart.  When he was done cleaning the floor, Paulo helped me get my
feet up onto the bed and legs bent so he could check me out.  He got
between my legs for a look.

"You're about 7 centimeters," he announced. "3 more to go."

"I wish you'd given me Pitocin this time," I sighed. "Natural labor is
exhausting."

It took another hour and a half for me to fully dilate. 7 1/2 hours in
and I was just ready to start pushing...  I wanted someone to shoot
me.

"Is it making any progress?" I asked, gasping for breath as I finished pushing.

"No," Paulo said, standing and shaking his head. He looked worried.
"The head's too damn big. It can't get past your sphincter."

I'd been pushing for an hour.  The first baby had descended into the
birth canal and hung heavily against my hole but hard as I pushed, I
couldn't get the big cranium out.  The baby's head was wedged right up
against my prostate so I had a huge boner which rubbed against my
stomach.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked. I was so tired and in a lot of pain.

"Your sphincter has to relax," Paulo said, obviously thinking as he
rubbed his chin.

"I'm already fully dilated," I reminded him. "I don't think it's gonna
relax any more."

"Not unless we make it," Paulo said, slapping his thigh. "Stay here,"
he said as he ran to the bathroom.

"Fuck!" I chuckled. "I dunno where you think I'm going. I'm kinda
stuck here if you haven't noticed. Unngh!" I groaned. "Here's another
one!" I grunted as another contraction hit.

"Just pant through it!" Paulo called from the bathroom.  "No sense in
pushing and wasting energy."

My contractions were so intense now it was almost unbearable for me
not to push. I literally had to fight my body.  I wiggled my hips back
and forth and groped my belly, feeling it somehow get even harder
beneath my hands.

Paulo came back into the room just as the contraction ended. He had a
glass of water in one hand, his other made into a fist.

"Please tell me your idea is something better than a glass of water,"
I groaned, looking at him skeptically.

"Not just water," he said as he handed me the glass. "Water and muscle
relaxers," he said as he put his other hand out and opened it, showing
me 4 pills.

"Muscle relaxers?  Doesn't that seem a little counterintuitive when
I'm relying on my muscles to push the babies out?" I asked as I took
the pills from him.

"Yeah," he agreed. "But we've gotta get your sphincter to relax
otherwise we're in trouble," he said.

"Fine," I said as I popped the pills and followed them with the water.
I drank the whole glass.

It took about 30 minutes for the muscle relaxers to kick in during
which time I had another 7 contractions.  Instead of getting stronger,
the contractions actually started getting weaker.

"Is that supposed to happen?" I asked Paulo as he checked between my
legs again.

"We don't want it to but it has to," he said. "Good news is it looks
like you're starting to loosen up some down here," he said as he poked
and prodded around my hole. "Fuck man, I've never seen an asshole this
wide open," he said as he stood, shaking his head with a slightly
disgusted look on his face.

"It'll close back up through, right?" I asked. "Is it gonna go back to normal?"

"That's the hope," Paulo nodded. "You've got a much better chance of
everything staying in working order down there with the relaxers,"
Paulo said, pointing to my ass. "Without them you could do some
serious damage.  They're gonna make for a harder, longer delivery but
in the end I think you'll be glad you took them."

"A longer delivery?" I moaned. "It's already been almost 9 hours and I
haven't even gotten 1 of the twins out!"

"You're a trooper," Paulo smiled, rubbing my knee. "I know you can do this."

"Here's another contraction," I announced, looking down at my belly
expecting to see if heave. There was hardly any movement visible. "I
barely feel this one it's so weak!" I frowned.

"That means you're gonna have to push extra hard," Paulo said.
"Unfortunately the muscle relaxers work on all your muscles," he said
with a small chuckle.

I shot daggers at him with my eyes. "You know, I'm really starting to
not like you.  I hope one day you can't meet your quota and you have
to have a baby yourself and that I'm the one that gets you pregnant!"

"Damn!" Paulo laughed putting his hands up in defense. "Those are tough words!"

"You know you couldn't do this," I said, gesturing down to my belly.
"You couldn't be pregnant and have a baby. No way!  Your tough guy
thing is just an act. I bet you'd be the biggest wuss if you were
pregnant," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You're probably right," Paulo nodded. "Which is why you'll never find
me on the receiving end of a dick!" He laughed. "Which reminds me,
that's just where you're gonna be after you have these 2!"

"If I ever have them!" I huffed.

After another half an hour and 2 more checks between my legs, Paulo
finally announced that my sphincter had loosened up enough for me to
start pushing and hopefully make some progress.

"The head's already slipped out a little," Paulo said from behind my
towering stomach.

My muscles were so relaxed now I hadn't felt the baby move. That
probably wasn't a good sign but at least I wasn't in pain, the other
effect of the pills finally kicking in.

"Next contraction, push," Paulo said.

I had to actually concentrate to feel the barely perceivable
contraction. When it came, weak as it was, I pushed as hard as I
could, curling up over top of my belly, grabbing strong hold on my
knees.

"Are you pushing?" Paulo asked.

"Yes I'm pushing!" I yelled.

"You're gonna have to push harder," Paulo instructed. "Make those muscles work."

I thought I was already pushing as hard as I could but that wasn't
producing any results thanks to the relaxers.  Somehow I found the
strength to push even harder. I could feel the veins rising in my neck
and forehead as I made my body do what it needed to.

"Here we go!" Paulo said slowly. "the head's coming out. Slowly, but
it's coming."

It took 5 pushes before I got the head out. Paulo commented on how big
it was, saying he'd never seen such a big head on a baby. Just my
luck...

"Alright rest a minute," Paulo said as he cleaned the baby's nose and
mouth out. "You're doing real good."

"I'm so tired!" I moaned.

"Just a couple more pushes then you'll be done," Paulo reminded me.

"With that one," I reminded him. "Then there's the other one. You do
know I'm having twins, right?"

"Shut up smart ass," Paulo laughed.

The shoulders took 3 pushes before I got them out. Once they passed,
Paulo was able to easily pull the rest of the baby from my incredibly
gaping hole.

"First one's a boy," he announced. "A fucking huge boy!"

Paulo set to cutting the cord and took the baby away before I could
see him so he got clean him off. I was so exhausted, I collapsed back
against the pillows and closed my eyes for a few minutes, desperate
for some rest.

"You awake?" Paulo asked quietly as he came up to the side of the bed.

"I'm awake," I nodded. "Just resting."

"He needs to be fed," Paulo said.

Reluctantly I opened my eyes and put out my arms to take the first
twin. I brought him to my chest and gently turned his head and put his
mouth up against my puffy nipple. He opened his mouth and latched on.

"He's really cute," I smiled down at the baby.

"You were right," Paulo grinned. "We make some good looking kids.  Big
ones too. He weighs 13 lbs. The partners will be happy."

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. "No wonder I had a hard time delivering him. He's
a big guy and his head is huge!" I confirmed.

"Looks like you've got another big one to look forward to," Paulo
reminded me, patting my still quite large belly.

"How's everything looking down there?" I asked nodding between my legs.

Paulo went to the end of the bed to have a look. "You're still wide
open. Hopefully the next baby will come quicker," he said as he came
back to my side. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his phone
and held it up. "Alright boys, smile!" He said as he took a picture.

"Really?" I groaned. "I've gotta look like a wreck! Come on!"

"I'm just sending it to the partners," Paulo shrugged. "No big deal."

"I swear somehow someday I'm gonna get you pregnant and then take your
picture right after you give birth and see how you like it!" I idly
threatened, knowing the chances of that happening were pretty damn
slim.

"In your dreams buddy!" Paulo laughed. "Here let me take him," he said
reaching for the baby. "I'll get him settled in the other room with
Henry and then we'll see about delivering baby #2," he said as he left
the room.

Once more I took the time alone to close my eyes and rest.  I said a
silent prayer that the second baby would come quickly.

"Wow!" Paulo said when he returned. "You already passed the first
placenta," he said, wrinkling up his nose as he got a towel and went
between my legs to remove the disposable organ.

Apparently I was still so loose and the muscle relaxers had me so
comfortable that I didn't even realize I'd passed it. I wasn't
complaining.

Since I was still very loose and the placenta was out, after a few
minutes of rest, I went back to pushing, anxious to get the second
baby out.  It was easier for me to curl up over my belly now that a 13
lb baby was out of it.  It was still big but there was a lot more room
for me to curl up around the top.

I made much quicker progress with the second baby.  Within 30 minutes
of pushing, I had the head out.  I could see the head between my legs
and it was big but a little smaller than the first twin's and it
easily passed through my hole.  The shoulders on the other hand were a
bit more challenging.  They were broad and it took almost another 30
minutes of pushing before I got them out.  Once they were free, Paulo
once again carefully pulled the baby out, cut the cord and took it to
clean it off.

"What is it?" I asked, collapsing back onto the bed, wiping my brow.

"Another boy," Paulo called from the bathroom.  "He's big too!"

"God I'm glad that's over!" I sighed.  "I'm exhausted!"

"Let's get him fed and then you can rest," Paulo promised as he came
back into the room with the second baby boy.

"How much does he weigh?" I asked as I took him.

"12 1/2 lbs.," Paulo said.  "Almost as big as his brother."

"He's cute too," I smiled down at the baby.

"He should," Paulo laughed.  "They're identical."

"Oh," I chuckled.  "Guess you don't have to take my picture again then?"

"Ha!  Good try," Paulo rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone
again.  "Say cheese!"

"Can you at least pull up the sheet?" I asked.  "So all my junk's not
hanging out for everyone to see.  Or my stomach," I said, frowning as
I looked down at the mushy, pillowy, plump and protruding mound of fat
I still sported.

"OK," Paulo agreed, coming over to pull the sheet up over my belly.
"Now, smile," he said as he took the picture.

When I was done feeding the baby, I gave him to Paulo.  He brought the
second twin into the other room to join his brother.  I was so glad I
was done.  One pregnancy down, one more to go...  Paulo came back into
the room a few minutes later, just as I was about to fall asleep.

"You ready to get pregnant again?" He asked with a grin, stripping off
his clothes.

"Can't I rest a little?" I groaned.

"You don't have to do any of the work," Paulo said as he kicked off
his pants.  "You just gotta lay there."

"I'm so loose though," I said, hoping that would discourage him.  It didn't.

"That's OK," he shrugged.  "We can have the good sex later if you
want.  Right now we just gotta get you pregnant again while you're
extra fertile!  Maybe we'll have twins again?!?" He said was a big
grin as he rolled me onto my mushy stomach and had me get onto my
knees, ass up in the air.  "Here we go again!" He said as he pushed
himself in to me.  I didn't even feel it...

Just one more pregnancy to go...

-- Edited by marylandavedc on Wednesday 26th of October 2011 01:52:48 PM

Awesome story, like all your works!! I just hope his next birth will be a little longer and more detailed... Is there any possibility for Paulo to get knocked up? That would be a very very interesting revenge!

This is an awesome story! I hope Paulo gets pregnant too! More soon?