A Simple Procedure - Part 2 by This-is-not-a-Test, literature
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A Simple Procedure - Part 2
"Did did my water just break?" he exclaimed, his voice shrill.
"Calm down, Anthony," the doctor soothed. "I'm right here. Tell me what you want to do. We can stay here and ride it out or we can go back to the couch."
He certainly didn't want to go back to the couch. Staying upright was difficult, but it certainly sounded like a better prospect than the first option. Gasping heavily as he tried to adjust his footing, Anthony flattened his hand against the wall. "I wanna stay here " he said finally.
She nodded in understanding, slowly pulling away as he regained his footing. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, palming the swe
She, Becky, looked out the window as the storm grew. She worried about her students well-being since the principle was very stern about them not being able to go home until the weather cleared. She and her friend teacher, Carl, watched as some of her students, the kids mostly, hid in a corner from the thunder. A small girl was in her lap clinging to her hugely pregnant belly and the others were restless and near panic as the thunder clapped loudly sending the power out and several loud screams. "Everyone please come over here." She said moving over to the story time mat. Her students quickly huddled to her clinging to her tightly. Carl huddle
Emerging Secret (Mpreg) Ch. 1 Alternate Ending 1 by the-notebooks-voice, literature
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Emerging Secret (Mpreg) Ch. 1 Alternate Ending 1
Jim placed his hand on his belly and his back against the shower wall. He balled his one hand into a fist as he pushed himself up from the ground, his knees buckling a bit as he wobbly stood up. With another swift waft of pain overcoming him he hunched forward, facing the floor. Jim bit his lower lip and as he waddled over to a cabinet, and grabbed a few towels.
Jim attempted to get down on his hands and knees and mop up the mucus and blood mixture now staining the shower tiles; until he felt the little secret loosely move in him, down lower, like water from flood gates. He jolted against the wall in a s
Michael bolted to a sitting position in his bed as his abdomen contracted tightly, sending thrills of pain coursing through his whole bust. Swearing loudly, he tried to lay back against his lover's chest, still wincing slightly.
"What's wrong?" Alamatheï asked, a worried frown creeping to his face. "Do you need to drink something? Eat? Something hot? Maybe a couple charbraises? Or would you prefer a soup or "
"Love!" Michael finally cut in, his tone rendered a bit harsher than usual by the still lingering pain. "I'm fine! Probably just ate too much My stomach's just aching a bit." The fire demon tried to soothe.
"A bit?" Al