03-16-2014, 02:30 AM
Jeff and Sophie walked back to the clinic, Jeff looking a bit uneasy but remarkably calm for someone on the verge of going into labor. His belly hung low and his chest had swollen even more, giving Jeff an overwhelmingly "overripe" look as he waddled slowly down the hall back to his room, holding his gravid belly as he went. His hips and backside had grown too, his body having changed in preparation for his transformation into father and bringing his twins into the world.
Once back inside his room Jeff took off his clothes and looked at his naked body in the mirror, reflecting on the difficult journey he had undergone since he first conceived. Looking at his body Jeff saw the bulging, swollen curves of his body, the red, angry stretchmarks and purple-blue veins, and at its focus the massive arc of his belly punctuated by his outie belly button. Jeff focused less on his body but instead on the two lives that were growing inside of his belly. His breasts now engorged, his nipples having grown dark and swollen, Jeff imagined holding his twins in his arms and feeling them nurse, the fragility of his two newborns still drawing life from his own. Jeff heard a knock on the door.
Once back inside his room Jeff took off his clothes and looked at his naked body in the mirror, reflecting on the difficult journey he had undergone since he first conceived. Looking at his body Jeff saw the bulging, swollen curves of his body, the red, angry stretchmarks and purple-blue veins, and at its focus the massive arc of his belly punctuated by his outie belly button. Jeff focused less on his body but instead on the two lives that were growing inside of his belly. His breasts now engorged, his nipples having grown dark and swollen, Jeff imagined holding his twins in his arms and feeling them nurse, the fragility of his two newborns still drawing life from his own. Jeff heard a knock on the door.