[Roselockheart]

How big the scar my love

[justpush]

- A little big, but don't worry. You'll always be beautiful to me

[Roselockheart]

He smiled gently

[justpush]

Helped him sit on the toilet.
- Eric said the kids are healthy and just went to sleep. So we should lie down in a minute - he started massaging him on the thigh.

[thoughtless]

Seven...okay. Seven was good. Seven meant he was progressing--that his body was finally trying to end this. As if to underline the point, Rett's belly contorted. He felt the children inside him move. It sloshed to the left. Then to the right before moving lower.

Rett groaned as pressure began to build in his back. He shifted his hips and bent his knees, trying to keep the children moving.
He blew out hard, shaking his head ertically as the urge to push flooded back. The contraction tighted across his abdomen with staggering pressure."
"Nooo..." he whined. "Huh...huh...huh..."
He knew he shouldn't push. It would just cause him pain and be totally fruitless, the the urge waa too great. He pressed his chin to his chest and grunted.

Immediately he regretted it. The child moved, just slightly, but enough to intensify the pain in his back. His eyes snapped wide and be began to rock. He pulled against his restraints. He wanted desperately to change but he knew Thomas had a reason for what he was doing.

"Uhhhh.....uhhhhh....Uhhhh...." he panted, waiting for the contraction to subside. After nearly a minute it did...but the agony in his back stayed strong.

[justpush]

Thomas turned Everett slightly to the side. He put some oil on his hand and began to massage the sore back of the pregnant man.
- Breathe deeply. Soon it's time to push.

[thoughtless]

Moving onto his side only made it worse. He grimaced as Thomas put his hands on him. It was too much. He never in his life thought this would be where he ended up--Pregnant and alone. Hell, he'd laughed at men who had. His only solace was this strange doctor, who clearly enjoyed his job to the point of malpractice.

Rett tried to follow the doctor's orders. He breathed in and out. In...and...out. In...and--
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" He cried. The doctor's massage had moved too low. His fingers slid over the rim of his swollen pink asshole. The shock of it seemed to spur on yet another contraction. Oh god, they were coming too close together and he still had 3 centimetres to stretch. How was he going to get any relief?
"Huh, huh,huh," he panted. " Huh...huh...huh..."
He gripped the bed railings and rocked. It would be over soon. It would end, just like the others had.
But it didn't. Instead the pressure tightened. His belly contorted with so much force he felt like he was going to rip apart. Panic washed over him as his legs involuntarily splayed wider and his hips began to burn. He cried out, long and loud, but still the contraction continued. He looked to Thomas for help, for comfort, or for anything at all.
"PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

[justpush]

Thomas stopped massaging the man's back. He turned him back and checked his opening.
- 8 cm - he said - You are doing well. Do you have a birth plan or can I do it spontaneously? - He asked.

[thoughtless]

"DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!!"

[justpush]

Thomas unhooked Everett's hands from the handcuffs and gave him a moment alone. During this time, he began to prepare the right medical tools that could be useful.
- Do you want anesthesia? I still have time to give them to you - he said, wiping his sweaty forehead.

[thoughtless]

"That...shit's...never...worked," he grunted. Plus a pain killer addiction had nearly gotten him killed and he didnt want to stumble down that road again. Whatever was about to happen, he was going to have to do it clean.

[justpush]

Thomas knelt in front of Everett's hole and put his hands on his lap. He watched with curiosity as his hole widens and contracts.
- I have a pet with me if there was a problem with your anal channel. And if later there will be a problem with the birth of a second toddler, we still have a choice of delivery in the pool or caesarean section.

[thoughtless]

Everett nodded, panting heavy as the contraction weakened. All of the medical tools were making him uneasy but what choice did he have? He didnt want a c-section. There was no way of hiding that type of scar and people would find out all about this secret shame.
"Fuck!!" he grunted as his belly contorted again. He was so overwhelmed. Sweat beaded down his chest as his body tightened and throbbed. "Ahhh!!!"
he clawed at the bed, looking for the doctor for help.

[Roselockheart]

Jackson smiles gently

[justpush]

- Maybe we should go to my office and get some sleep. I have a big couch there. - he offered.

[Roselockheart]

Dear I can't move that much it hurts

[justpush]

- Then I'll take you up on your hands. - he raised the bride and kissed him on the mouth. - You need to get used to the luxuries your boyfriend's gonna give you, baby.

[Roselockheart]

Jackson smile gently

[justpush]

They got to his office, where Richard put it on the couch carefully. He went up to the drawer and took out the blanket and cream.
- Can you pick up your shirts? - He asked, unscrewing a tube of cream.

[Roselockheart]

He picks up his shirt