It’s not justmyass he’s obsessed with. He loves all our asses. They get equal amounts of attention. I playfully roll my eyes, but there’s no hiding my smirk. I love it.
I do my business over the toilet and wait a minute while wiggling my hips, hopefully getting the last drips out. Shimmy, shake, and dance. That doesn’t mean I won’t drip when I walk away. I can’t even blame that on baby pressing against my bladder. That’s just what happens when you have a damn dick.
To see my dick when it’s soft, and I’m not looking in the mirror, I have to truly contort my body. I can see my cockhead readily enough if I’m hard, though. That’s a confidence boost like little else. Otherwise, my baby belly is completely in the way. I can barely see my toes when I’m standing straight.
I stop at the sink to wash my hands, and my reflection catches my attention. With clean, wet hands, I place them on my stomach.
Sometimes I wonder if male breedable gestation is so long because we can’t stop marveling at a baby growing inside us. It takes a long time to wrap our heads around this amazing conception. I’m not calling it a miracle because it’s not. It’s science. Procreation is all biology.
What’s miraculous about it is that somewhere along the lines, evolution decided to move toward making all genders truly equal. Everyone can procreate. Everyone can conceive. Everyone has seed to spread.
I’ll admit that I’m not as up to date on how female breeders’ biology works. That’s a whole different kind of fascination, but irrelevant for my life and those around me. But the fact biology is expanding these roles to everyone is like nature giving a big fuck you to the ancients who thought one role in life was moreimportant than another. One made better leaders. One was stronger, more intelligent.
Biology said, ‘Hold my genetic wand and let me show you how stupid you are by making you carry a fucking child, bitch,’ and thus, male pregnancy began.
Okay, biology might not be so vulgar, but I stand by that.
A knock on the door makes me look up. Hakan pushes it open far enough to stick his head in, which doesn’t surprise me. If I’m out of sight for more than a minute, tops, someone is looking for me to make sure I’m okay. Especially now that I’ve reached a fully mature baby, and could go into labor at any minute. Any second.
I’m due any day now. I’m so damn excited, even if I’m also slightly terrified.
“Everything okay?” Hakan asks when he sees me standing in front of the mirror with my hands on my stomach.
I nod. “I’m going to miss being pregnant,” I confide. I’ve loved every single minute of it. Including all the knots I’ve taken. You know, to make sure baby has all the nutrients to grow big and strong.
Not that he’ll be big. A male breedable newborn is, on average, only four pounds. They’re tiny. Which seems counterintuitive since they incubate for so damn long. I think it has a lot to do with how they grow and the room they have to grow in.
Hakan wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips to my temple. “We will gladly keep you pregnant for the rest of your breedable years, sweetheart.”
I grin because I know that’s the truth. I’m pretty sure I’m all here for it, too. Is there a limit on how many kids I want? How many kidswewant? It’s not something that’s come up, but I don’t think there is. We want all the babies. All of them.
Sighing, I lean into him and stare at our reflection in the mirror. There have been many times that I’ve stood just like this with one or multiple or all of my pack around me. Admiring us in real time.
Luken and I talked about having a pack a lot growing up, and even just before my breeding maturity hit. It was something we always wanted.
Society still thrives in packs. More love, more support for each other, and the offspring they bring into the world. There are the occasional two-some households, but they’re not nearly as prominent as packs. In fact, I’m not sure a single two-some exists in Alyra.
We don’t usually begin with one-on-one breeding partners. The idea of bringing more male breedables into the world means we need to create an environment that has the highest odds.
That being said, a breedable isn’t forced to have two or four or more lovers at once, either. If they prefer to begin with one, that wish is granted. We’re all about body autonomy. Especially in the family cities.
The dark underground is a different story.
“I’m so ready to meet our baby,” I say.
Hakan’s hand slides down to rest under my stomach and gently lifts my baby mass. I groan, my back relaxing as the weight of our little boy is lifted. I’m small enough that he can do so with a single hand. That doesn’t mean it’s not heavy on my spine.
“Soon, love,” Hakan says as he continues to hold my baby weight for a minute longer. I sigh heavily when he gently places the weight back down.
Okay, maybe I’m ready to lose the extra weight for a while. Just a short time.
“How about a bath?” Hakan asks. “Want me to wash your hair?”
I’ve always loved baths, but they’re definitely not as hot as I’d like them because it would boil our baby. Maybe notactuallyboil him, but I’m careful not to do anything that could hurt our unborn. Still, I love baths, and I especially love it when one of my breeders wants to bathe me.
“Yes, please.”
Hakan kisses the side of my head and guides me to the tub, where he begins filling it. The plug immediately keeps the cold water from washing down the drain, and that way, he can just turn the hot water on, and the cold already in the pipes dilutes the hot.