Ever since he helped his friend Kelly deliver his baby in a school bathroom, Aaron had dreamed about what he would do delivering the baby of someone he trusted with his deepest, darkest secrets. Not someone like Frankie who had her own agenda and allowed Aaron to sort of tag along whenever it served her, but a partner, an equal and active participant who gave enthusiastic consent every step of the way.

His dreams came true once Alice Miller graduated high school. Aaron used to babysit Alice – a fellow porcine – when he was a tween and still high off his first few sexual encounters with his best friend’s baby sister Beth. He fell in love with her bright green eyes, her thick auburn hair, her freckled skin, and her quiet, playful demeanour.

The pair stayed in contact as Alice grew older and Aaron grew up, falling out briefly while Aaron was away at university. The older boar constantly worried that he would get in trouble for the things he did during her toddler years, but she constantly reassured him that he’d been nothing but kind to her, and that her memories of those nights still brought her joy and comfort more than a decade later.

The two porcines reconnected once Aaron graduated university and returned to his hometown, but Aaron’s new job as a neonatal nurse and the sudden reappearance of Frankie kept the two from fully rekindling their relationship. The optics of a twenty-something hanging out with a high-schooler didn’t help either, and for a while it seemed like that was just how things were going to be.

Things started to change, however, after Aaron’s nursing career was firmly established and Frankie had a firm handle on their social media side hustle. A visit from Aaron’s childhood friend Tom and the meeting of Frankie and Tom’s protégé Eduardo resulted in the birth of Bartolomeo, a donkey hybrid and Frankie’s first cub. Then came Ashley, a purebred porcine born from an encounter with Aaron’s half-brother Henry, and then finally Rolo, a melanistic buck sired by a cervine boy Aaron used to babysit. Aaron was there to help Frankie deliver them all, and his desire for a biological family of his own only intensified.

Aaron started courting Alice in earnest shortly thereafter, and the pair started dating openly as soon as Alice was of legal age. It wasn’t long before they were married and Alice moved in, settling into a motherly role to Frankie’s three cubs while Frankie embraced the role of the crazy auntie who lived upstairs.

Not long afterwards, Alice announced that she was pregnant – to everyone at once. She told Frankie and the cubs at the same time she told Aaron, and the boar knew it was her quiet way of reminding both him and Frankie who was really in charge, to force them both to acknowledge her agency and prevent either one of them from trying to monopolize her pregnancy and birth process.

The pregnancy went as well as could be expected for a young, first-time mom. Aaron doted on her almost obsessively – at least as much as Alice would allow – and made sure to document every step of the process. He wrote down all the weird cravings Alice got, the first time he felt the baby kick, and of course he took a souvenir from the prenatal appointment roughly five months in where an ultrasound gave the parents-to-be an unmistakable look at their unborn baby girl.

Despite Aaron’s overwhelming paternal instincts, Alice refused to be held back. She remained active and outdoorsy throughout her pregnancy, and often took the cubs out on long walks, bike rides, or to the local recreation center. The unborn cub seemed to pick up on her mother’s energy, and Aaron swore up and down he felt her moving around more than any of Frankie’s cubs. Alice teased that he only noticed because he couldn’t keep his hands off of her belly.

Aaron readily admitted that his wife was right – he was obsessed with her. He was addicted to her pregnant curves, and the way her round, firm belly protruded from her petite young frame. Every cub he helped deliver at work made him think of his unborn daughter, and all the fun times he and Alice had back when she was barely out of diapers. Alice saw her husband’s anticipation and suggested the name “Abigail”, meaning “my father’s joy”.

As the pregnancy progressed, the time came to discuss how and where Abigail would be born. Frankie was jokingly excluded from the conversation entirely, with Alice teasing that the big bad wolf had already gotten a turn – several of them, in fact – and it was time to let someone else take the spotlight. Alice and Aaron agreed that Abigail would be born at home like Frankie’s cubs, and Aaron would be allowed to record whatever he wanted as long as Alice had the last word on what got revealed – both on social media and Frankie’s little darkweb gallery. She also refused to entertain suggestions on specific positions or locations, replying only that Abigail herself would decide exactly how, where, and when she wanted to enter the world.

Aaron cautiously raised the topic of what would be “acceptable” to do with Abigail when she was born. This was something he’d been looking forward to for most of his adult life, but he wanted Alice to have a say in the matter as well – she was her cub too, after all. “I need guidelines,” Aaron pleaded, feeling adrift without a risk of getting caught to keep him in line, “Tell me how far I can go.” He worked well with Frankie and his childhood friend Tom because they always told him exactly what they wanted, but Alice never seemed interested in telling others what to do – She just did her own thing and tended not to worry about what anyone else thought.

Alice grinned at the question, then leaned over to push her nose against his ear. “I want you,” she whispered, “to do everything you wanted to do to me when I was born.”

Those words fuelled Aaron for months as his wife got bigger and bigger. She teased him with her belly relentlessly, rubbing up against him at the most inopportune times. There pair were busier in the bedroom than they had ever been, and little Abigail found ways to kick up a storm when her parents went at it between the sheets. It was as if she wanted to be a part of the action, and there were several jokes about sex between Aaron and Alice becoming a threesome.

As Alice’s due date crept closer and closer, Aaron started to worry that little baby Abigail was actually getting too big. What if his wife’s petite frame couldn’t handle labour with a post-term baby? What if they needed to rush to the hospital? What if she needed a cesarean?

Alice quashed Aaron’s concerns at every opportunity. If Frankie could handle three cubs than she could handle one, she insisted, and besides, with ‘Nurse Aaron’ by her side, how could things go wrong? Aaron was forced to relent until finally, on the morning of Abigail’s due date, Alice whispered something in Aaron’s ear after the cubs were off to school.

“Oh, nurse,” Alice cooed in that special ‘bedroom voice’ she used whenever she was trying to seduce her husband, “I think your patient needs an exam.”

“Didn’t she just get one last night?” Aaron teased, turning his head to plant a kiss on Alice’s flat porcine snout.

“A very thorough one,” Alice pushed back, nosing into Aaron’s cheek, “but you never can be too sure,”

“I suppose you’re right,” Aaron caved with a grin, “especially with such a ‘high-risk’ patient!”

Alice rolled her eyes and snorted, turning to head back down the hall and into the bedroom. Aaron got up from the kitchen table and followed, playfully grabbing her from behind and running his hands along the sides of her belly as soon as he caught up to her.

“The patient still appears to be fully dressed,” Aaron scolded, sliding a hand along Alice’s waistband and into her pants.

“Well the nurse was just so eager that his patent didn’t have time to disrobe properly,” Alice countered, lifting up her arms and allowing her husband to continue his mock ‘examination’. She gasped as Aaron groped between her legs, instinctively clenching her thighs together in surprise before slowly relaxing.

“You’re soaking,” Aaron whispered in astonishment, his fingers curling between Alice’s lower lips. There was something different about the way the fluid felt between his fingers, he noticed, like Alice had already lubed up beforehand. How long had she been planning this ‘exam’, he wondered?

“Keep digging,” Alice huffed, leaning her head back against Aaron’s shoulder, putting her weight onto him to try and ease some of the tension from her pregnant belly.

Aaron did as asked, pushing her fingers deeper inside Alice’s nethers with a wet squishing sound. He rubbed back and forth as he went, swirling his fingers around against the fleshy inner walls until he reached a rubbery barrier. Alice grimaced and twitched at the unexpected touch, but Aaron steadied her with a free hand.

“That’s . . .” Aaron started, tentatively feeling around and spreading his fingers apart.

“Keep going,” Alice urged, bending her legs slightly to try and give her partner more room.

Aaron continued to investigate gingerly with the tips of his fingers, exploring as far as he could reach until he found a small indent roughly as wide as his finger. “You’re-” he gasped, his voice a mixture of concern and arousal, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Alice replied sheepishly.

“But we’ve gotta get ready! I have lights and cameras to set up-”

“Babe, she’s not gonna come out right this second, lighten up!”

“But what about Frankie? Or the cubs?”

“Frankie was up all night playing video games,” Alice sighed, playing her hand, “I heard her cursing and swearing when I went to the bathroom at like three o’clock last night. She won’t be up for hours.”

“And what if it takes longer than hours?”

Alice shrugged, starting to get annoyed. “I dunno, we’ll just send her to pick up the cubs or something! Besides, you’ve got a phone, don’t you? Just use that! It’s portable, you can get better angles . . . more close ups . . .” She leaned back to give Aaron a kiss, hoping she’d defused the situation enough to get her point across.

“I do want to get some stuff on my better cameras,” Aaron sighed, returning the kiss with a peck on the forehead, “it looks more professional.”

“Well, let’s wait until she’s closer before we start breaking out the heavy equipment,” Alice tried to compromise, “let’s just enjoy this moment between us for now.”

“One camera,” Aaron insisted, “just the little one. On the nightstand or something. It’ll have a nice amateur feel to it.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “One camera,” she relented, “nothing industrial.”

Aaron nodded, and finally let go of his partner, wiping his sticky fingers off on the sheets before opening the closet to fetch an older camcorder along with a collection of towels. He set the camcorder up on the nightstand while Alice took off her morning clothes and spread the towels on top of the sheets before trying to settle into a more comfortable position. She tucked a pillow underneath her back and then another one behind her head and leaned back against the headboard. She could feel the start of . . . something brewing inside of her, a dull ache that started in the small of her back and bloomed outwards every so often like ripples in a pond. It was distracting, but not overwhelming – yet.

“Alright,” Aaron beamed, “we’re live!” He walked over to the foot of the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket while he disrobed before pointing it at Alice. “Say cheese!”

Alice smiled coyly, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

“You’re such a natural,” Aaron teased, looking at his naked, pregnant wife through his phone screen, “you did the same thing for the instant camera back when I was babysitting you.”

“Oh?” Alice grinned, “what did you have me do? Touch myself and look pretty?”

“Sometimes!” Aaron admitted shyly. They both knew he took naked pictures of her when she was a toddler, but this was the first time she'd pressed him for specifics. “Sometimes it was in the bath, sometimes I just let you run around the house naked! I’m pretty sure I still have the pictures, come to think of it . . .”

“You're the most sentimental pervert I know," Alice chuckled, "Wanna dig’em out and take a trip through memory lane?”

Aaron thought about it for a moment, then opened the closet door and reached up onto the top shelf. He pulled out a shoebox and opened the lid, revealing a jumbled collection of old photographs. "I forgot I had most of these," he admitted.

Alice craned her neck and struggled to roll over. "Lemmie see!"

Aaron held up a glossy square with the brand 'foalaroid" written in patterns on the back. It was from an instant camera that Aaron had as a kid, one of those ones that printed out a picture that developed in seconds before digital technology took over. It was his way of getting pictures of Beth, Alice, and other cubs he babysat without having to go through the awkwardness of having his pictures professionally developed by a third party. He flipped the photograph around and showed Alice.

"Holy shit," the laboring sow blinked, reaching out to grab it. It was a picture of her when she was four or five, naked as a wild pig, on her back with her arms and legs spread wide open. Her legs were propped up by a larger porcine figure on his knees just out of frame –  Aaron, no doubt – with his erect shaft neatly concealing Alice's private parts. Alice's smile softened. Even when he was a teen, Aaron had an eye for poses and angles. She seemed happy in the picture, if a bit clueless. As far as she was concerned, it was just a feel-good game with someone she loved. "Well now we have to try it," she grinned, rolling onto her back with a grunt. Aaron was only too eager to join her, and set his phone his phone done for a moment to disrobe completely.

The boar was already as hard as a rock, and his erection bobbed as he shuffled onto the bed, grabbing Alice by the ankles and pulling her closer. Alice shrieked playfully, reaching out to grip the sheets with her arms as Aaron tried to drag her closer before letting his member flop down between her spread legs.

"Perfect," Aaron grinned, picking up his phone and continuing to record, looking down from above to try and imitate the old photograph.

Alice managed to hold a strained smile for a few moments before grimacing in discomfort. "It's like she's standing on my spine," she grunted, trying to scoot back against the headboard into a semi-sitting position.

Aaron kept recording as his wife changed positions again and again, rolling from one side to the other. He'd never seen a patient this active at the hospital, even in early labor. He wondered whether she'd be able to keep this up or whether their unborn daughter would end up pinning her down from inside as she made her entrance. "I know something that can take the edge off," he grinned, putting down his phone again. He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of medical lubricant he lifted from work, then held it up for his wife to see.

Alice's face lit up with surprise, then her brow furrowed as she considered the implications. "I'm not sure about this," she hesitated, "be gentle!"

"I'm always gentle," Aaron replied with an impish grin as he squeezed a dollop of the slimy substance onto his fingers and then reached down between Alice's legs.

"More gentle than usual!" Alice clarified, squealing as Aaron's fingers touched her sensitive private parts. "That's cold!"

"Sorry," Aaron shrugged dismissively, feeling his wife's nethers clamp down around his slippery fingers. He drizzled a generous amount of the lube between his wife's thighs, sliding his finger between her lower lips and circling inside before sliding back out and down towards her tailhole. It felt so different without gloves, he realized – no latex barrier, no scrubs, just him, his wife, and eventually his daughter, all skin-to-skin. It was thrilling in ways he never expected.

"This still isn't comfortable," Alice snorted, pulling away from Aaron's fingers and trying to curl up against the headboard in more of a fetal position. She realized that she was now facing the camera on the nightstand Aaron had set up earlier.

"Works for me!" Aaron grinned, and pushed Alice's leg up and out of the way, pressing the tip of his erection under her curly pig-like tail.

Alice gasped. "Honey, waaaaait!" she squealed, but it was too late. Aaron shoved his hips forward, pushing his shaft up between Alice's buttocks. There was a wet, squishing sound as the lubricant slid around the intrusion, slowly oozing out onto the bed. "Oh, you stupid boar!" she cursed, but Aaron just laughed. Alice waved her hand against his naked chest, halfheartedly trying to shoo him away but Aaron ignored her, holding her thigh up as he pushed further inside, and felt her tailhole grip his length before she slowly started to relax.

The two porcines sat there for a moment, adjusting to the new sensations, with Alice on her side and Aaron kneeling behind her, one of Alice's legs hoisted up and over his shoulder to make sure the camera got a clear view of the action. Alice grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed to prop up her shoulder and Aaron grabbed his phone again, recording from his point of view as he leaned forward, pushing Alice's leg up towards her chest and sliding deeper inside. Alice let out a low, satisfied moan as she felt her partner fill her from behind while their unborn baby settled into her pelvis.

True to his word, Aaron was gentle. He could feel Alice getting more comfortable around his length with each slow, loving thrust. He reached out to grab the headboard to steady himself as he started to roll his hips back and forth a bit faster, pushing deeper inside bit by bit. He continued to push until he felt her tailhole grasp at the base of his member, squeezing out a drooling trail of precum and lubricant.

"Oooh!" Alice cooed and wriggled slightly, prompting a grin from her husband who leaned down, his tusks rubbing against the base of her ears as his arm pulled her tighter to his chest. Alice arched her back as Aaron slowly rolled his hips back and forth, again and again."Oh, fuck," Alice breathed out, feeling Abigail adjust inside of her. "That's... the baby..."

Aaron didn't understand the full implication of what she meant until a few more strokes in. Their little piglet must have been bouncing up and down, almost in rhythm with his movements. With every stroke of Aaron's cock in her back end, there was a small shift inside her, the weight of their baby rolling against her internal organs and sending a small jolt up Alice's back. "She loves it," Aaron teased, nibbling Alice's floppy ear before ramming into her buttocks with surprising force.

Alice gasped as her tailhole tightened around Aaron's thick, pulsing member. Her arm curled under the pillow and her fist clenched, digging her blunt nails into the mattress as she gasped in pleasure. "Aaron! Aaron! You're making her..." Alice panted out her words as her insides fluttered, squeezing at Aaron's thick intrusion while also dealing with an increasingly active baby. "Aaron, oh!" Alice squealed, clamping down again as another jolt of pleasure rolled through her. Her head rolled back against the pillow and she looked up, directly into the camera, her expression blissful, almost glowing, with Aaron's tusks pressed into her shoulder as she held the gaze of the camera with a slightly pained smile.

It was the look on Alice's face that threatened to drive Aaron over the edge, that look of bliss tempered by a slight visceral discomfort as her body prepared to deliver the baby she'd been carrying for nine months. Aaron had to slow down to keep from blowing his load too early – he had plans. Plus he knew that if Frankie ever saw footage of him 'jumping the gun' he'd never hear the end of it.

"I can feel you trying to push me out," Aaron panted breathlessly, trying to slow down and let the contractions massage his member.

"Ugh," Alice grunted, letting her head flop back onto the pillow as the contraction ebbed away, "That's all her," she insisted, "I'm not doing anything!"

"That's even hotter," Aaron huffed, biting his lip as he cautiously started thrusting again. He felt like he was on the edge of blowing his load, but he wanted to wait until their daughter started to crown.

"Hah, she wants it," Alice teased as she gasped for breath between pushes, "she's already trying to make her daddy happy!" She gripped the sheets with one hand and rolled her head from side to side, unable to find a comfortable position as the contraction rolled through her body like thunder, while Aaron's thrusts, as gentle as they were, felt like lightning strikes between her legs. "Fuck, fuck, she's coming!" Alice panicked, but Aaron was quick to calm her.

"I know, I know," he replied between slow rolls of his hips, "I can feel her! Keep pushing, don't wait for me!" He could feel their little girl widening Alice's birth canal, pushing against his rod from the other hole, trying to force her way out while Aaron was trying to ease his way deeper in. He stared down between his partner's legs, roughly pushing her belly up and out of the way so he could see a small sliver of auburn starting to peek out. "She's gonna have your hair," he leaned over with a grin, putting the weight of his midsection against Alice's pregnant belly. He could feel it shift against his naked flesh as Abigail protested and kicked out from inside.

"Ow, ow!" Alice protested, "not so-ahh!" She gasped as Aaron silenced her with a quick thrust. "c-careful!"

"Careful what?" Aaron teased, "you're both sturdy sows!"

Alice gave a weak shake of her head. "Pig," she jabbed back, "you're the worst kind of pig!"

Aaron gave a playful snort.

"Is she coming out yet?" Alice asked after a deep breath, "how come you haven't pulled out if you can see her head?"

"Feel for yourself," Aaron offered, leaning back and grabbing Alice's hand to guide it between her legs to feel her baby's head. "She's barely there."

Alice hesitated and grimaced. She felt like she could hardly reach around her belly without trying to sit up and make herself even more uncomfortable. She tried to pull her legs up to her chest, still painfully aware of Aaron's rod impaling her ass and Abigail's massive head trying to push the other way. It was like a traffic jam inside her guts. "I-I think I feel it," she bit her lip, fumbling between her own legs and feeling hair that didn't belong to her. It was so strange, touching what should have been part of her body but wasn't. Keeping her bottom lip between her teeth she gave another push, and felt herself stretch further around the baby's head, bringing it briefly into view before the urge passed and she sank back down into the mattress. Alice's head disappeared too, receding back into the birth canal.

Aaron watched with great interest – he was balls-deep in his pregnant wife, and their daughter was only hours, maybe even minutes away from being born. It was an incredible feeling, both physically and mentally. He wasn't sure what turned him on more – the squeezing of Alice's guts around his cock as Abigail rearranged them on her way out, or the taboo feeling of knowing that his cock was this close to their little piglet. “F-fuck,” Aaron winced as Abigail continued to roll around, making Alice’s belly bulge and contort, “she’s gonna make me cum!”

Alice reached down around her belly and spread her birth canal with both hands, trying to reveal as much of Abigail’s head as possible. “Give her what she wants,” she commanded, “show her how much daddy wants to meet her!”

Aaron pumped his hips a few more times then pulled out just as the first throb of his member ejected a thick rope of cum across Alice’s groin. He quickly aimed down and sprayed the rest of his load directly at the crown of Abigail’s head, splattering the red hair with sticky white seed. Never in a thousand years did he think he would ever get the opportunity for such an intimately depraved act, and he knew it was only the beginning. He smeared the mess around with his bare fingers, rubbing the streaky amniotic fluid around as Abigail came further into view before retreating again.

“It’s like she’s saying ‘thank you’ for the birthday gift,” Alice teased, grinning tiredly from ear to floppy ear.

As the minutes crawled by, Abigail seemed no closer to being born. She'd tease Aaron with a brief appearance, stretching Alice's labia out around a mop of matted auburn hair before vanishing out of sight only a few moments later as the contraction wound down. If they were in the hospital, Aaron probably would have been suggesting forceps by now out of an abundance of caution.

"Ugh, I need to move," Alice grunted, nodding towards the shoebox of photographs, "pull out another one."

Aaron blinked, taken aback by the sudden demand, then made a show of looking away while he rifled through the photos and pulled out something that made him furrow his brow. He was about to put it back when Alice reached out with surprising speed and snatched it from him. It was another picture of her in her toddler years, naked and looking over her shoulder as she was climbing into the bathtub.

"Did you make me pose like this?" Alice accused, grinning.

"Probably," Aaron admitted.

"Let's do it again," Alice grinned reaching for Aaron's hand, "help me up."

"Are you sure?" Aaron hesitated, even as he reached back to help his partner roll over onto her hands and knees. "Are you sure you can walk? Can you even stand? I don't have anything set up in the bathroom yet! And what about Frankie?"

"Oh my god, shush! I'm fine!" Alice insisted, stretching one leg hesitantly off the bed and onto the ground. She grabbed Aaron's hand for support and slowly rose to her feet. Aaron took her hand but kept his phone trained on her, filming her low-hanging belly and panning up to the tangled red hair that clung to her sweaty face. In that moment, Aaron was overwhelmed by the same medley of paternal and romantic love he had for her back when she was a piglet. He allowed the phone recording to go blurry for a moment while he planted a quick kiss on her cheek, then let the camera focus on her backside while she led him slowly down the hall to the bathroom.

The walk down the hallway took far longer than it should have. Alice paused every few steps to lean against the wall, and Aaron frequently reminded her to be conscious of the "Big Bad Wolf" slumbering upstairs. Waking her up would add a layer of difficulty to an already-precarious situation that Aaron was simply not prepared to deal with.

At last, the two reached the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Alice made a beeline for the tub and grunted as she lowered herself to her knees and leaned on the side. Aaron saw the mass of slimy red hair between her legs emerge slightly again, creeping ever closer to being born. This time, however, instead of slipping back inside entirely, a sliver remained visible between Alice's thighs. It wasn't much, but it was progress. Alice reached under her tail to check, unprompted, and grunted in frustration.

"Two steps forward, one step back," Aaron commented from behind, "Try stepping onto the side of the tub with one foot, like the photograph," he offered, hoping that a 'lunging' position might jostle things around a bit while keeping his view of the Abigail's crowning head unobstructed.

Alice nodded and lifted a leg up onto the side of the tub, leaning on her thighs and breathing heavily before turning around to face her husband. "This is so much harder than I thought," she admitted, catching her breath, "what was I doing in the picture again?"

"You were looking back at me," Aaron replied, "probably giggling, knowing you had my undivided attention!"

"And what about now?" Alice teased, putting a finger to her lips seductively.

"Still got it," Aaron grinned back, the camera lingering on his wife's pregnant, laboring body and the little life inside, so close to being born.

Another contraction rumbled through Alice's body, and she arched her back, bending her legs as she winced. The bulge between her legs got slightly bigger and Aaron thought he saw some clear fluid dribble onto the bathmat, but after a few moments of slippery back-and-forth, Abigail's head was no closer to coming out. The young sow collapsed as the contraction slowly subsided, and tentatively turned around to sit on the edge of the tub.

Aaron stepped closer and, unable to help himself, reached out to run a finger gently along the length of Alice’s slit, sliding along Abigail’s thick hair. “She’s almost here,” he reassured, “you’re almost done!”

“It doesn’t feel like it!” Alice protested, clearly getting frustrated, “what if something’s wrong? What if she’s too big? What if-”

While Alice was spiralling, Aaron quietly got down onto his knees on the bathmat and silenced her by pushing his nose against her groin. He could smell the pungent blend of sweat, amniotic fluid, and the dregs of lubricant lingering under her tail. He licked his lips and dragged his tongue along her bulging nethers, feeling her hairless flesh and the top of Abigail’s head against his tongue.

“Oh!” Alice’s breath caught in her throat mid-sentence, “oh . . .”

“That’s it,” Aaron praised between licks, “you can do this, you’re almost there.” He ran his tongue up and down Alice’s lower lips, exploring and teasing as he tasted his wife and daughter.

“Oh, Aaron,” Alice groaned, “you’re making me . . .oh, fuck!”

Aaron could feel Alice tensing up as another contraction rippled through her. He grinned and moved his lips up to her clitoris, sucking on it lightly as she tried to push. He could feel Abigail’s stubborn head against his chin, emerging little by little as Alice strained and stretched, her muscles rhythmically clenching and relaxing. He looked up and saw Alice staring down at him, her face flushed with effort. He gave her a quick wink and returned to his task.

“Fuck . . .” Alice sighed, “that feels so good . . .”

“I wonder how Abigail feels,” Aaron teased, taking a quick breath before diving back in, “knowing her mother is getting eaten out while giving birth?”

“I wonder,” Alice repeated, “I hope – ah! I hope she likes it!” She threw her head back and groaned, planting her hand on Aaron’s head. “Fuck, Aaron I’m . . .I’m . . . I’m . . .!” She grabbed a fistful of Aaron’s hair and gripped tightly, afraid to lean back for fear of falling into the tub and unable to lean forwards thanks to her enormous midsection. It was ultimately an uncomfortable sensation, the feelings of intense pleasure as Aaron’s tongue rolled over her straining nether regions mixing with the overwhelming pressure of trying to have this baby. “F-fuck!” Alice gasped, “too much! It’s too much!”

Alice bucked her hips, still grabbing the top of Aaron’s head, and lost her balance, sliding off the edge of the tub forwards onto the bathmat. Aaron had his arms around her before she landed on her hands and knees, his expression changing from aroused to deadly serious as he tried to break her fall.

“You good?” Aaron asked urgently.

Alice couldn’t answer. She felt fine – better than fine in her partner’s embrace – but she was still wracked by powerful urges as she continued to orgasm around Alice’s head while a contraction seemed to be clashing against those feelings of pleasure. She could feel something dribbling from between her legs. This was it, she thought, Abigail was coming out right here on the bathroom floor, ruining Aaron’s idea of a good recording.

Aaron saw something dribbling from between Alice’s legs too, and held his phone up to get a view of clear fluid trickling around their baby’s head, which still seemed no closer to being born. “Alright, no more monkey business,” Aaron decreed, reaching around Alice’s hips to try and assist Abigail’s entry into the world.

Alice stopped him with a slap on the arm. “No,” she refused, “not yet. I’m fine. I just . . . need a moment . . . is her head out?” She reached between her legs without waiting for an answer, feeling more of the same thick, sticky hair she felt before. Abigail had barely moved at all.

With a drawn-out groan, Alice slowly rose to her knees, then leaned heavily on Aaron and the wall as she stood up, the head of the baby forcing her to stand bow-legged as she wobbled to her feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Aaron blustered, his arms never leaving her side.

Alice grinned tiredly as she took a step forwards. “Back to the bedroom, silly,” she replied, “I just . . . need a moment . . .” She let out a long slow breath as another contraction rumbled deep inside her. They were so close together now, it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything other than delivering this cub. She only made it a few steps before she leaned heavily against the wall and groaned in pain. Aaron was right there beside her in moments, pushing his phone up between her legs.

“Careful you don’t get . . .too close,” Alice panted as she adjusted her position against the wall, “she’s . . .locked and loaded!” The young sow afforded herself a small smile through gritted teeth.

Aaron grinned back, his eyes still glued to the image on his phone screen. The focus was so sharp he could almost make out every drop of fluid on Abigail’s matted red hair. Having her born in the hallway wouldn’t be the end of the world, he thought, but the carpet would be an absolute nightmare to clean up. A sharp gasp from Alice interrupted his thoughts. Aaron watched as Alice arched her back and leaned against the wall, pushing both hands between her legs to feel the baby's head as it surged forward by almost an inch. Fluid dripped between her shaking fingers as Aaron tried to pry one of her wrists away.

"Someone's getting impatient," Aaron teased, a note of concern in his voice. Alice nodded silently, biting her lip.

"How is she so big?" Alice asked as she looked down.

Aaron didn't want to answer that this baby was probably only going to be "average" size – maybe even on the smaller side. It was just that Alice was so petite, she probably felt like Abigail was ripping her apart from the inside. "If you have to push, then push," he insisted, "don't try and hold her in!"

"Does it look like I'm trying to hold her in?" Alice snapped back, still clenching her jaw.

"Of course not," Aaron replied meekly, watching as his wife tried to catch her breath, her hands on her thighs. "Still want to go back to the bedroom?" he probed. Alice nodded, and Aaron thought he saw a slightly suppressed smile creeping across her face, though it could have been just another grimace.

The walk back to their bedroom was just as arduous as it was the first time. It was only a handful of steps, but it might as well have been miles from the bathtub to the bed. It was worse for Alice, as little Abigail was now considerably more wedged between her thighs, forcing Alice to walk bow-legged and hunched over, moaning and groaning like some sort of B-movie zombie. When she was finally within reach of the bed, she leaned on the side of it and took several more deep breaths while Aaron checked his camcorder. It was still dutifully recording, though there was a fair bit of empty space he'd have to splice in with the footage from his phone. Frankie could take care of that, he thought, thought she was going to be doing a lot of extra babysitting for the next little while.

"Am I in frame?" Alice asked, looking over her shoulder as she crawled up onto the bed.

Aaron looked through the camcorder's display and nodded.

"Good," Alice grinned, "now get up here."

Aaron followed his wife’s instructions and climbed up onto the bed, not one to turn down an opportunity to get even closer to the action. He pulled out his phone again to start recording from behind, momentarily catching his own arousal in the frame. To his surprise, Alice actually backed up and lifted a leg to straddle him, putting Abigail’s crown inches away from his lap.

“Lay down,” she commanded, reaching between her legs, “I need to repay you for earlier – quick, before . . .nngh!” She was cut off by another contraction. Abigail’s head emerged a little more, and Aaron could see the top of her forehead visible under a mop of dark red hair. Alice’s perineum was stretched so thin it looked almost white in comparison to the baby’s pink skin. “How . . . is she not out yet?” Alice grunted in frustration between ragged gasps.

Aaron didn’t respond. He was too busy watching Abigail’s head as it slowly moulded to fit Alice’s narrow pelvis. Alice backed up again, forcing Aaron down onto his back as she gently grabbed his twitching member. Aaron let out a gasp. “Be gentle,” he pleaded nervously, not wanting his cock to get mangled if Alice gripped it by accident in the middle of a contraction. Thankfully, the teenage sow was gentle, and paused to let go after only a few strokes before she lowered her head and kissed her husband’s leaking tip.

“Still recording all this?” Alice asked, her voice as sultry as she could manage under the strain.

“Mm-hmm,” Aaron responded, the lens of his phone camera pointed between their two bodies, capturing Abigail’s emerging head as well as Alice’s heavy breasts and his own erection. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

“Good,” Alice purred in response, “because I want you ready to give our little girl her first birthday present.”

Aaron could hardly believe what he was hearing. Alice’s words could have made him cum, but he needed to hold on just a little bit longer. Alice gave the head of his cock another kiss before slipping the whole thing gently into her mouth, her porcine snout flaring as she tried to block out the searing pain from her groin. She curled her tongue around her husband’s shaft, tasting his sweat and residual arousal from earlier. She bobbed her head up and down a few more times along Aaron’s shaft as she felt a contraction brewing, then quickly came up for air and braced herself against the head of the bed. “Fuck, she’s coming!”

Aaron pulled back quickly into a sitting position as Alice squealed, and suddenly Abigail’s entire head slipped out along with a squirt of clear fluid, with one floppy ear seemingly glued to the side of her head while the other dangled freely. As he stared at his half-born daughter, Aaron could tell that she had an almost piebald appearance, with a long dark splotch over her right eye, trailing from her right cheek to the top of her forehead. He grabbed his cock, still slick with Alice’s saliva, and started to jerk feverishly, intending to give Abigail her first facial. He grunted as his orgasm started to build, and then he heard Alice echo him with a low, guttural groan of her own.

Abigail’s body started to rotate just as her father-to-be started to cum. She grimaced as the first sticky rope splattered across her face and more amniotic fluid dribbled out from around her neck, then her arm slipped out as Aaron continued to orgasm. A moment later her entire body tumbled free, continuing to turn mid-air before she landed on her back. She quickly let out an indignant squeal and kicked her legs out just as Aaron shot the remainder of his load across her wet, naked body.

“Holy shit,” Alice panted as she cautiously lifted her leg up and over to turn and look. “You really painted her.”

Aaron could hardly hear her over Abigail’s wailing, but what he did hear hardly registered anyway. He was utterly transfixed by the new baby – his new baby. Their new baby. She was loud and active, with more dark brown splotches across the left side of her chest and her right thigh, similar to the mark on her face. The rest of her skin was rosy pink aside from a little bit of blue on her fingers and toes, likely the result of her extended stay in a particularly tight birth canal, but other than that she seemed healthy and vigorous. He could see a bit of himself in her, especially in the nose and the cheeks. Aaron thought she was perfect in every way, but he would have thought that no matter what she looked like. 

Alice found her own eyes equally glued to little Abigail as she continued to squirm and fuss. She saw her husband still holding his dripping shaft, aimed right between their daughter’s legs. She saw streaks of Aaron’s cum mingling with the amniotic fluid that covered her body, making her glisten in the mid-morning light. To her it was a primitive, masculine gesture, like Aaron was a wild boar marking his territory. She also saw Abigail’s thick auburn hair, just like hers, and the two-tone skin – a trait that ran in her family and gave her the worst freckles. At least Aaron found her freckles cute, she thought, and she hoped Aaron would feel the same way about their daughter. Her eyes then settled on the umbilical cord, a thick, coiled rope that trailed from Abigail’s belly. It was the first time Alice had seen one in real life – an intact one, anyway – and she was fascinated by the wet, rubbery texture, and the rich indigo and violet hues of the veins and arteries inside. It was a few moments before she realized it was twitching on its own, independent of Abigail’s writhing, and it took a few moments more to realize that it was her own heartbeat. She followed the cord from Abigail’s stomach up along the sheets between her own legs, as if she didn’t quite believe where this baby came from.

Aaron and Alice locked eyes, each catching the other staring before Aaron looked away sheepishly and Alice smiled. She was overcome by a sort of blissful exhaustion, almost like an afterglow, as well as a powerful maternal craving the likes of which she never felt with any of Frankie’s cubs. She also felt an opportunity to make her husband the happiest man alive. She leaned down and reached across Abigail’s belly, down between her legs to confirm with her fingers what she already knew. She rubbed back and forth across Abigail’s swollen vulva, knowing Aaron was watching, and made sure to smear some of his seed in between her folds before covering them with her hand. “Not yet,” she teased, “you gotta be gentle with her. Besides, you had your fun with Ashley already!”

Aaron nodded tiredly. He was spent anyways, he reasoned, and besides, he would have plenty of time and opportunity later. He was still recording, his phone dutifully capturing every detail of his daughter’s cum-glazed body until a sudden vibration caught him off guard. He looked at the screen and grinned. Frankie was trying to phone him. He showed the screen to Alice, his grin widening. “This should be good,” he mumbled before putting it on speakerphone so she could hear Abigail crying.

“GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK?” Frankie bayed through the phone. Alice stifled a cackle while Aaron giggled.

“Good morning,” Aaron teased, “would you mind picking up the cubs from school this afternoon? Take them to the park or out for pizza or something, Alice and I are going to need a bit of alone time.”

“Did you at least record that shit?”

“Relax,” Aaron sighed, struggling to be heard over the squealing newborn, “you’ll have hours of footage to go through once Alice gives the okay. Remember the deal?”

“You mean as soon as I tap your phone,” Frankie corrected.

“That’ll just mean you never get to touch the camcorder I set up,” Aaron countered, “good luck reading a memory card that’s almost as old as you are.” It wasn’t much of a threat, but Aaron hoped it would at least get Frankie to calm down. It sort of worked.

“Whatever,” Frankie snorted, “I was getting up anyways.”

Aaron ended the call, then shuffled into a position beside his wife and daughter and aimed the camera for a group selfie, taking the picture just as Alice lifted Abigail’s entire body into frame. “That’s a little risky,” Aaron acknowledged as he sent the pic off to Frankie as a teaser. She texted back within seconds.

“Who spilled the choccy milk?” Frankie teased.

“Rude,” Alice chuckled out loud.

“She called Rolo ‘Starry Night’ for months,” Aaron sighed, “she’s just like that.”

As the three bantered, Abigail calmed down slightly. Alice idly held her against her chest and covered her with one of the many towels the two had set up earlier, and a a quiet lull settled over the bedroom as Abigail slowly figured out how to nurse.

“We should get cleaned up,” Aaron mumbled after a few moments, his eyes still glued to his new baby, “you, her. . .” he looked down at his still-dripping member, now mostly flaccid, “. . . and me too, I guess.”

Alice grinned, looking down at the little piglet attached to her breast. “I’m sure we can can find someone to help with that,” she cooed, “someone who would love to thank her daddy for such a wonderful birthday present . . .