[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.