I helped Ben roll onto his hands and knees while Laura spread a towel beneath his lower half. He looked delectable like that, body long and lean except for the mound of our child that extended to the mattress, back arched and lovely, and knees spread wide so his gorgeous ass protruded for Laura’s inspection.
Get yourself together, Colt. This is a physical examination.
Carefully, Laura spread Ben’s ass cheeks, revealing his pink pucker glistening with tang. The scent of the viscous fluid rose in the room—ripe and luscious, like a split fruit in the hot sun. It was all I could do not to lean in and lick it.
“The skin of the anus is soft and pliable,” she said, rubbing his pucker with her finger and then testing the elasticity by running the tip around the inside rim. When she removed her finger, the wrinkled skin quickly sank back into place. I knew from experience how snug that opening was.
Taking a speculum from her bag, she inserted its long metal nose inside Ben’s anus, tang spilling onto the towel beneath him.
“Okay?” Laura checked with Ben. When he nodded, she widened the opening of his anus with the metal tool.
Behind her, Angus abruptly turned to face the wall. He was enjoying this, the pervert. But I was just as much of a pervert, because I was enjoying it, too.
Clicking on a hand-held light, Laura shone it inside Ben.
“Walls of the rectum have darkened to the color of a ripe plum,” she said. “I am going to open the speculum a bit more.”
“Gods,” I said as I watched Ben’s opening stretch impossibly wide.
I knew, of course, that omegas were built to stretch, and that Ben regularly accepted both Angus’s and my cock without a problem. But seeing how much wider he could stretch was a marvel.
“Anal stretch much larger than normal even for pre-birth,” Laura said clearly for the tape recorder.
Closing and removing the speculum, she said to Ben, “I need to feel the omega pocket with my bare finger. Are you ready?”
Ben said he was, and I watched Laura slowly push her index finger inside his ass to the third knuckle and move it around. Ben made a noise, and Laura said, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Head hanging between his arms, Ben murmured, “No, I’m okay.”
“Omega pocket nearly at full ripeness,” Laura said for the benefit of the recording, then, to Ben, “I’m going to put my hand inside it. It will likely hurt, but I’ll be as quick as I can.”Withdrawing her finger, Laura then slowly inserted her entire hand inside of Ben. He took that well, his anus easily stretching around it.
“I’m slipping into the pocket now,” Laura said, slowly rotating her hand inside him, and he cried out in pain.
I put my hand on his back to calm him.
“Just a moment more,” Laura said.
Trembling, Ben squeezed his eyes shut.
“Okay.” Laura eased her hand out.
“Good job, Ben. You did well. The last thing I need to check is the size of your prostate.” Laura slid two fingers inside him, and Ben whimpered. I rubbed his back soothingly.
“Prostate very engorged,” she said. Ben stiffened, a shudder running through him, and she added, “Patient highly responsive to stimulation,” before withdrawing her fingers from his body.
“All right, sweetie. You can lie down again,” she said, putting her scope into her bag and walking into the bathroom to wash her hands.
Ben’s cheeks were red as I helped him roll over onto his back. He quickly arranged the blanket over himself, but not so quick that I didn’t notice how hard his dick was or all the cum that had spurted onto the towel.
It seemed I’d learned one of Ben’s kinks.
“What do you think?” Angus asked when Laura returned.
“He’s presenting like he’s eight and a half months pregnant rather than four,” she said. “I still don’t hear a second heartbeat, and the omega pocket is soft and pliable, as it becomes in the last stages of pregnancy.” She turned off the recorder.
“What? I don’t understand,” Angus said.
“For whatever reason, his pregnancy has accelerated. I’m afraid that’s all I know. We can expect him to give birth within a month. When was the last time one of you penetrated Ben?”