The muted sunlight made the curtains gleam in a deep shade of orange as the large coyote was lying in bed, sleeping.

His name was Tenaro, and he was a perfectly ordinary male, about seven feet tall, in his early thirties, heavily pregnant, brown fur with a patch of white on his front, and a massive member. Covered by his thin blanket, he twisted and turned as his alarm clock started beeping, one of his arms digging for the clock, hitting it and consequently throwing it off his nightstand with a thud.

He blinked, then pulled back the blankets, feeling over his large, rotund and distinctly pregnant white belly. "Ugh, it's only been three days..." he groaned, rubbing his eyes, then kneading his cock as it grew to full hardness. "Ngh.. man... oh man, I'm barely awake, damn it." The coyote tossed the blanket aside in the faint hope of preventing it from getting soaked as his cock started squirting transparent goo and his womb contracted, sending a wave of labor pain through his body. "Rrngf.. ah shit, can't even get to the damn bathroom these days," he growled in pained frustration and rolled onto his side, stroking his member with both hands. A small bulge was beginning to travel upward.

The coyote strained for several more minutes, ooze drooling from his member, the bulge becoming more pronounced, travelling past his knot, becoming a big lump that he kept massaging and stroking like he had done so many times before. He hated doing this while still in bed as it meant he'd have to swap out everything later, but thankfully he had been clever enough to rent an apartment with hardwood floor instead of carpet, so at least everything that didn't stay in the bed would only require a mop afterwards.

He breathed heavily; his cock twitched with the skull of his cub crowning from his cumslit. Then, with a few more pushes, the coyote cub's head slowly became apparent, then the newborn's shoulders.
Tenaro groaned and grit his teeth, his sac twitching; finally he managed to push out the cub fully, followed by a shower of white coyote spunk, squirting all over his bedsheets.

Holding up the cub, he twirled the umbilical around one of his fingers and tugged on it, dragging the afterbirth out of his cumhole, catching his breath. "Damn, I really need to get rid of those before the meeting later.. don't want to give birth all day." The coyote placed the cub on the bedside table and let out a heavy sigh. "Well, at least breakfast's sorted for now."

Indeed, minutes later he had managed to get out of bed and was standing in his kitchen, still stark naked, his four and a half feet of cock aroused and his pregnant belly bulging. Whistling a happy tune, he had already prepared his newborn, the prime cuts of its body sizzling in a pan while he had bagged the rest for disposal and wiped down the kitchen countertop.

After his meal, the coyote grabbed a small messenger bag for his work meeting as well as the bin bag he had put the remains of his cub into and waddled down the stairs - sometimes he wished the building he lived in would've had an elevator so he could spare himself the flights of stairs when pregnant, but on the other hand he liked the quietness of the semi-urban area he was living in. On the way out, he walked by four multicolored bins, labeled "Household waste", "Paper", "Plastic" and "Offspring", dropping off his bin bag into the already quite full offspring bin.

Upon leaving the house, he walked for a few minutes down his quiet residential street, then turned onto the main road. The pavement was wide enough for two pregnant men like him to pass comfortably, and indeed most people he saw at this time of day were heavily pregnant, and naked. He nodded in passing to the husky that lived across the street, the dog's three-foot erection bouncing happily in front of his ball belly as he was carrying three bags of groceries. The coyote thought about food as well; after all he couldn't always just eat what he produced himself. But first he needed to get lighter - there it was, right in front of him, proudly proclaiming "Barber & Cub Care" on a big sign over the door, flanked by the signs of the trade, a pair of scissors and a coat hanger. Tenaro turned his head and checked the digital clock outside the Sperm Bank branch two houses down. "Damn it, half past already... better make this quick."

The shop was not overly large, decorated in bright colors with a chequered floor and just enough space to fit two rows of chairs on either side, regular, run-of-the mill barber chairs on one end of the shop, and larger, reclining chairs on the other side. They were called midwife's chairs, and each one carried a little plaque at the base, proudly proclaiming to be made by ObGyn Inc.; Established In 1994. 

Tenaro had no idea what the hell was a midwife or cared about ObGyn Enterprises, but if a company had been on the market for over 250 years, their furniture must be good for something. He smiled at the shop's proprietor, a large, buff wolf, naked just like him, and with a cock equalling the size of the coyote's tool. "Morning," Tenaro said, stfling a yawn. "Can you pop me onto one of your machines really quick, Chris? Got an appointment to keep."

The wolf turned his head, put down his tools and smiled at the regular. "I was wondering. Not your usual time, isn't it?" He flashed a grin. "And not the usual method. But sure, this one's free. I'll set you up really quick."

Chris, or Christopher as it read on the name tag he had clipped to his left nipple, donned a pair of fresh gloves and set up a contraption for the coyote to sit upon; a steel cylinder that looked pretty much like a large metal dildo, placed on the seat of one of the larger chairs. A metal tube went to a device underneath the chair, and the wolf switched it on, the unit emitting a low humming noise. "Take a seat and enjoy the ride," he said, casually brushing his cock agains Tenaro's own raging erection as he made way for the coyote to sit down.

Tenaro breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down on the midwife's chair and felt the metal rod penetrate his sphincter, slowly working its way up into his cervix and ultimately his womb. He normally preferred the manual way, having grown to like Christopher's cock cleaning him out, but today wasn't really the time for wellness - just for an efficient and quick method to get him empty again without messing up his own bathroom.

As the abortion machine engaged with a distinct whirr, he felt a small sting inside his swollen gut, the rotating blades starting to chop through the umbilical cords, severing limbs and crushing bones, turning the contents of his womb into a mushed pulp. The pregnant swelling soon subsided and gave way to a feeling of general fullness, the coyote letting his eyes wander around the shop - two chairs over, there were soft moans as Christopher was cleaning out a customer manually, the heavily pregnant cat lying with his legs spread wide on the chair while the wolf kept slamming his erect cock into the feline's asshole, grinding the kittens inside into a mess of torn bodies. 

Tenaro let out a low moan as the machine switched from pulping his litter to sucking out the remains, humming quietly next to him. There was a Golden Coathanger Award next to the cash register, and Zach the podologist working on the hooves of a large bull sitting in the barbers chair across the room. Zach, of course, was heavily pregnant as well, the border collie featuring a large ball-belly, his two-and-a-half feet of cock brushing against his belly as he merrily filed the bovine customer's hooves into shape. One of the perks of his job was free access to as many abortions as he needed, the other perk was his boss doing it, and without doubt Christopher fucked his employee a lot. He flashed a smile at Tenaro as the coyote's gaze met his eyes for a moment, then resumed his work while the machine emptied out Tenaro's womb, his skin hanging loosely, no longer taut as his pregnancy disappeared.

The machine switched itself off with a beep, drawing Christopher's attention. The wolf pushed his cock into his feline customer one last time and then withdrew, leaving the cat gaping, the feline's destroyed litter slowly draining from his gaping ass into a bucket underneath the abortion chair. Wiping his dick clean with an oversized tissue, the wolf stepped over to Tenaro's chair and flipped the switch on the machine, then put on a fresh pair of gloves and started pulling the metal contraption out of the coyote's anus. "Everything alright?" he spoke in his low, hoarse voice, looking up at the coyote as the metal snake popped free, blood dripping from the coyote's sphincter.

"Yeah, a pleasure, as usual" Tenaro replied. "Your cock would've been better of course, but I'm on a tight schedule today." The coyote released some drips of precum as the wolf wiped his sphincter with a soft tissue, removing the residue of his unborn children's blood and entrails.

Christopher chuckled, his own pregnant belly bouncing lightly. He wasn't very far along, but then again his shop had only been open for a few hours - by the end of a normal working day, he'd usually need the machine or the help of one of his assistants himself. "Always a pleasure," he said with a grin, "and remember to get your regulars card stamped on the way out."

Tenaro slowly raised back to his feet, standing a bit unsteady at first, having to adjust to his now considerably less bulging body for a moment, his loose skin draping over his front and grinding against his erect cock. "Heh. I actually don't have that with me today, I kind of left home in a hurry." The coyote walked over to the wardrobe, past the moaning cat whose bucket was in danger of overflowing by now, past the bovine client and the pregnant collie tending to his hooves, and reached into his pouch to pull out a debit card. "Here we are in the 24th century and you still use actual rubber stamps," he said teasingly. "All the big abortion chains have long moved on to e-rewards."

Christopher snerked and slapped his huge dick, sending a jet of pre flying across the room, landing on Zach's back, making Zach blush visible on the inside of his ears. "This fine establishment, my dear Mister Coyote, may not have e-rewards, but we are a fully licensed maternity specialist that takes pride in offering both automatic and manual treatment. The big chains just have a robot stuff a tube in your ass instead of the owner's cock."

Tenaro smiled bashfully, winking at Zach who was scrambling for a tissue to wipe off his boss's cum. "I know, I know, that's why I come here. Only the best for my womb." He swiped his card in front of the reader, a subdued beeping noise coming from the machine. "Anyways, as I said, I'm on a schedule today. See you next week for my usual appointment?"

Christopher grinned in return, the wolf's off-white fangs standing out on his otherwise gray and brown face. "Of course. Every Wednesday and Saturday at 9, like for the past twelve years."

The coyote slung his bag over his shoulder and put his money card back into the front pocket, nodding briefly. "Alright, until then." He then glanced across the room, raising his voice slightly. "See you next Wednesday, Zach!" The collie raised his head from tending to the bull's hooves and blushed in return, giving a thumbsup.

As Tenaro stepped back into the street, he felt refreshed - he always did after an abortion. He let his excess skin dangle a little, knowing that it'd grow into a fully pregnant ballbelly soon enough. His cock still semi-erect, he walked briskly down the street, past all the other men of the city, some of them just as swollen as he was minutes before. It was a sunny day, with many windows open, and as he walked by a ground floor window, he could hear the moans and noises of two men having sex, not minding the public, just as it was the norm. He couldn't help but take a peek, seeing a boar and a fox fucking as the daylight shone into their room, a bucket of dead fox cubs next to their couch as the heavily pregnant boar could be seen sticking his four-foot cock into the equally hung fox.

Tenaro smiled for a second and continued his walk. Today was a good day - and it was going to become even better.