0 comments/ 10580 views/ 4 favorites Cribs in Camo By: theilluminaughty Nathan woke up suddenly. It was like any other morning in quarantine; the walls went from dark to shining white and his bed was inclined to a sitting position. His military uniform sat folded in a chair by his bed, calling out to be worn but, as far as he could see, never to be worn again. A nurse came in, wearing classic white scrubs with red lining around the edges. She was considered immune to the ailments. The nurse would bring breakfast along with a cup of medications. "Good morning, Private James. Here is your breakfast, and remember, please, to take the medications." She then left. You didn't really want to hang around the pregnant men for too long. Nathan, on the assumption that the cycles were the same as those of women, was 8 months pregnant and a rather extraordinary case. Many humans exposed to a specific signature of radiation common in the environment became infected, so to speak. It being 2300, humans had found a new Earth. The original one had become grossly polluted. Everyone was migrated to this sort of archipelago of habitable space, three dozen moons less than a quarter of the size of Earth riddled in orbit around a planet two times the size of Mars. This planet, too, was habitable. The trouble was that it was already inhabited. Thousands of scores of aliens, much like tigers but about twice their size, roamed the planet's surface. The military powers of the world united to defeat them. Two issues arose, however. The first was that these aliens reproduced at an alarming rate, maturing and birthing and dying like flies. The second was that this first issue was likely caused by the nuclear waves being emitted from the planet. These waves were short ranged. They could not get past the planet's atmosphere. They were, however, very pungent. And undetectable. This is how Nathan Jones was affected, like so many other soldiers. Nathan pulled the tray up to his stomach, the bloated round thing way too big for the tray table to get over. This was not new. Nathan picked up a bowl of oatmeal, grabbed the spoon, and placed the bowl on his enormous pregnancy. He plunged the spoon in and started eating. Other than the fact that these patients started as men, their pregnancies seemed relatively normal. All of the men were homosexuals, had all been ejaculated into during anal, and were all humans who had previously been entirely normal. No findings had been made about them, but the only condition that had truly changed was the nuclear signature, so scientists blamed it on that. Nathan finished the meal, getting through the eggs and bacon fairly quickly. A doctor came in practically on cue with an ultrasound machine in his hand. They had made many advancements in ultrasounds, the screen was holographic and the reader was lubricated automatically without the jelly. Because of the unknown nature of the pregnancy, a full body ultrasound was to be made in case of anything out of the ordinary. Nathan had been through this dozens of times. He shed his clothes, completely vulnerable to any and all that walked through the hall and looked through the glass wall. Images were taken of his arms and legs, with no change. The breast-like growths on his chest appeared to be just like female ones, albeit with smaller nipples. Body hair loss was noticed on him just like it was on every other person. Each of his twins showed normal development as to female maternity. The babies were actually ever so slightly large for 36 weeks. Nathan winced and sighed in pleasure as the machine was dragged across his butt cheeks, ass hole, and penis; the pleasure becoming more intense as the machine glossed over the very female vagina that took the place of his now apparently vanished scrotum and testes. They were only allegedly gone because Nathan could still produce viable sperm. According to the doctors, a uterus had developed around his growing fetuses and pulled to the front of his body where it joined the rest of the female reproductive system that had developed in place. Nathan sat quietly sighing as the doctor went over his body. As the doctor was just finishing up the half hour exam, Nathan saw a very young looking man in a hospital bed being pushed hurriedly through the hall by a crowd of nurses. He looked just about ready to push, but a similarly young looking guy stopped him by leaning in and kissing the guy. Nathan was torn, immediately, back to one of several intimate times with a man that were the possible sexual encounters causing his conception. --------- 8 Months before, Nathan's POV --------- Bryce pushed me into the bed. In the army barrack, it wasn't exactly uncommon to have sex with the other gay soldiers, as sexuality wasn't an issue of don't ask and don't tell any longer. I pulled him into the bunk with me as he ripped off my camouflage. We kissed passionately as we undressed each other, and Bryce just kept on going until I was wearing nothing but my combat boots. I was a pretty thin guy, though strong, but Bryce was a brute. 250 pounds of manly muscle covered over by a layer of thick fat. He flipped me over on my stomach and held my ass cheeks in his hands, licking down my sweaty back to the treasure in his grasp. I moaned as his tongue slipped down my ass crack, and into me. I gasped as the thing soaked my hole. It felt amazing, his tongue inside me and his warm breath on the sensitive skin. My moans got louder as he went, and just as I was seemingly about to climax he stopped. He positioned himself behind me, pants grinding up my butt and his bulge satisfied between my cheeks. I leaned away from him, turning around and pulling his pants down to his knees. His cock sprung from its cloth hiding place, and my mouth was on it immediately. The thick head went in my mouth and down my throat as I sucked, his grunts music to my ears as I worked his shaft with my tongue. "Mm, yes baby, work my cock with that mouth..." he said, commanding, and pushing my head into his crotch. His sweaty skin smelled masculine, Bryce's musk a scent I was most definitely familiar with. He was a private just like me, though I did outrank him in the more specific leagues. We slept in the same barracks, enjoying each other often just like many other soldiers did around here. I kept on working the big piece of meat with my mouth until he made me stop. Bryce roughly pulled my mouth off of his cock and turned me around, my ass facing him and still wet with his saliva. The tip of his glorious cock and the tight opening I call my asshole met, causing a warm sensation that was followed by the painful but ecstasy-like feeling of his hips hitting my ass cheeks. "You like that, baby?" he said gruffly. I nodded, my face red from resisting the urge to cry out. He grabbed my shoulder and rammed me again before pulling my back up parallel to him and saying, "I said, do you like that, baby?" I exhaled heavily, nodding again. "Yes, Bryce, I love your cock in my ass..." I really did. His cock stretched me like no other had before, but got deep enough to make me harder with every thrust. He released me, starting to thrust in rhythm. I inhaled sharply, each push making me more horny. By the time he was up to a speed, I was stiff as a rock. Moaning loudly, ass red, teeth clenched, I was in ecstasy. Other soldiers walked by, naked and wet from showering, and nodded in approval. "Oh, fuck... I'm going to cum..." Bryce said quietly into my ear. I nodded. "Me too..." I clenched my ass and stopped moving against him, letting his cock pound me rather than moving with it. Soon enough his cock shot thick, heavy loads of cum into my ass, the pure pressure of the shot making me explode myself, all over the bed. I turned over and smiled at him. "Thank you..." He pulled out of me and lay down, running his fingers down the lines of my abs. "You're welcome, but I owe you a thanks too..." He said. "Oh, well, I didn't even do that much..." I smiled at him. He grabbed one of my butt cheeks and said, "You did enough..." He chuckled, kissing me. Cribs in Camo Ch. 02 Hey Guys, So I really enjoyed writing the first chapter of the awkwardly named Cribs in Camo. So I will be writing another. I warn of the regular stuff with me; men with pussies, breasts, pregnancies, even dresses, the whole nine. If you could be made uncomfortable of my uneducated playing-with of the male gender borderlines, I suggest you step away now. I don't intend to offend, but it is possible I will, and I do not want to do that at all. Otherwise, please enjoy and definitely leave your comments in the section below. The Illuminaughty ***** Nathan woke up again the next day. 9:00 in the morning on this particular moon. Time would appear to move differently, but it all felt the same. The same deal happened again, the lights came up and his uniform stared down at him yet again, nameplate stark against the camouflage and numerous tags upon his breast shining in the penetrating white light. His breakfast was brought to him, he placed it on his ever-growing belly as he ate. The doctor came in and gave the regular exam, with the same healthy prognosis. Unlike the preceding day, Nathan decided to get up before lunch. He stood up, his belly weighing down on him awkwardly. The outfit was surprisingly hospital-grade, a regular gown with only the addition of white cloth pants and underwear. Nathan shed the gown, changing it for a plain white tee standard in the army. The tee had been, for several months, much too small for his burgeoning chest and belly. He put it on, though, the fabric squeezing his chest and holding to his belly like a magnet. It didn't even reach his navel, but it would have to do. Though the bra they had supplied him with was surprisingly comfortable and relatively complimenting, the exaggerated breasts that appeared under his shirt failed to excite him much. He brushed his relatively long hair and shaved his face in the mirror that appeared with a press of a button out of the wall. He pushed his feet into the slippers, the only gray thing in the so far white ensemble. He put on his glasses, thin black frames to go along with the relatively weak prescription. Walking through the halls of the quarantine, Nathan looked into some of the rooms. A few of them had couples in them, one of the forty or so he managed to look into before getting tired and resting had a couple, both men pregnant, seemingly copulating in the bed. Fucking in quarantine, what a classic. Nathan rolled his eyes, rubbing his belly. Suddenly, a nurse came up to him and handed him a hard plastic mask. "Breathe through this, Private James. You've been here through countless deliveries, you know the drill." Nathan took the mask and nodded, breathing through the oxygen mask. It was a precaution, but the mask protected against the outside world. This was one of the famous shipments, the arrival of five or ten men, usually in some degree of pregnancy, or accompanying their boyfriends. It was widely accepted that these quarantines would not be lifted until a way to stop men who received in anal sex from being susceptible to pregnancy was found. Nathan had to commend the boyfriends for being so devoted. Sitting on the floor, watching the airtight door's locks open one by one, Nathan remembered when he first arrived. ---- Nathan's POV, 4.5 months earlier ---- The guard in the black getup and the gas mask pushed me out of the shuttle into a bright white environment. I was followed by several other men, one of which looked like he ate a basketball, then decided to have another. I chuckled at the thought. I walked down the hall, immediately grabbed by a nurse and directed to a room. "Jesus, lady, I can walk by myself!" "We have no idea what you, specifically, will be capable of when your pregnancy advances, sir. Please be understanding of my desire to assist you." "I won't lose my capabilities for shit, ma'am. And it's Private James, thank you very much. My uniform still means something-though these other guys may have come from the moons- I came here from the battle front." "Understood, Private James. Please drop your things in this room." I took the garbage bag full of my things from the barracks and dumped the contents on to the hospital bed. I piled the dozen and a half white tees on a shelf, my very small number of knicknacks placed beyond the pile of white pants that were already supplied to me. I stepped out of the room, still in my uniform, all the way to my cap and combat boots. I promptly ran back into the room to throw up. "Morning sickness, eh?" said a voice from beyond the waste basket aside the bed, in a Swiss dialect of German. "Go away, civilian, it's disrespectful to look at a man of the military in this way. And I speak English." I said, in more traditional German. "Civilian? Hardly. I'm military too, my friend. And you're not military anymore, you're pregnant." I scoffed between my vomits, the nausea finally ceasing. "You don't look all that... Oh." I began the sentence looking at him from the toes up, where he was fit, heavily pregnant, pale, muscular in the arms, and very handsome, as well as bearded and blonde. And holding a baby. Wow. I finished the sentence when I saw the military cap. I saluted him. "Private Nathan James, formerly US Military." The armies had united a few years ago as one to fight the aliens as a single force. "Sargent Nick Waid, at your service. Not that that means anything." "How do you mean?" "It doesn't matter here if you're military, rocket scientist, or the fucking president of the galaxy. You're pregnant, so you're muddled in with the rest of us." "Well, so are you... for the second time? Wow." I looked at the baby, wide eyed. "I've been here a long time, James. You come to like the place, or, at least, you have to. I'm on my second time around at 36 weeks. Trust me, you get used to it." I looked at him quizzically. How could he do this to himself? I suppose there couldn't be anything else to do around here... "I have to feed him." Nick said. "Would you like to come along? I can't see why you shouldn't, newbie." He chuckled, cradling the baby as it fussed. I followed him, unsure. He led me through the halls. "That doesn't happen too often." Nick pointed into a room with two nurses in it, each holding two babies on either side of a bed where a man lay, looking like he had decided to take the Epcot globe up his ass. He must have been 9 months with quintuplets. I glanced at the label on his room. It read as follows: "Mark Jacobson, 7 months pregnant, septuplets. Four children. Condition: healthy, bedridden, case extreme. Little movement." I stood there, wide eyed. God, I hope that won't be me. "Come on!" Nick pulled me through the hall. "That doesn't happen too often either." Nick laughed and pointed into a room where one pregnant man was penetrating another. The label on the room said, "Casey and Taylor Castle, 7 and 8 months pregnant respectively with singular children. No offspring. Condition: highly active, sexually active, case not extreme." I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't stare!" Nick said, continuing to drag me, his gown floating as he walked hastily, holding the child. The baby began to cry. He pulled me in to a room and sat me down on a chair, proceeding to shed his gown and breastfeed in his bed, totally naked. I looked at him in shock, watching the baby suck its mother's breast. "Is this making you uncomfortable?" he asked me, uncrossing his legs so his male and female privates were visible, but not ostentatiously so, to me. I looked in surprise when I saw his vagina. "Yeah, a little..." I said, staring a little at the hole between his legs. "Well, that kind of sucks. You're in a maternity hospital, pregnant men breastfeeding and with legs wide open are quite common here, my friend." he laughed. "I don't mind the view, Nick. It's just the newness of it all that bothers me." The pure thought of putting the head of my cock into that pussy aroused me. Like the tightness of my uniform's top around my bulge, the effect occurred quite visibly in my pants. It took about fifteen minutes of awkward conversation and breastfeeding to put the baby to sleep. It was soon after this that we traveled back to my room and went at it. His gown, on for the walk over, was made quick work of. He took my hat and boots first, followed by my pants, shirt, undershirt, and then underwear. He was quick to start on my cock, sucking it with more skill than I had experienced in a very long time. I stood, this heavily pregnant man sucking my cock, for quite a while. I managed to maintain my stamina, eventually making him stop when I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I turned him around, on his knees, and took him slowly from behind, in his ass. God, it was tight. Glorious. I pushed in swiftly and without mercy, warranting a small cry from him. I retracted slowly, beginning to thrust with reduced pace and accelerating as time wore on. He panted as I fucked him from behind, letting out moans when I spanked or squeezed his ass cheeks, quivering when I ran my hands over his sweating back. It was so sexy, watching him struggle a little under the pressure. I held his belly, leaning into him and thrusting with more power. My grunts were matched by his moans. "Oh, god..." he said. "Too much?" I asked him. "Oh, no, for God's sake, too little." He smiled, and I thrust harder. His moans kept on getting louder and louder, and I could sense that he was cumming when his ass tensed up. Cum spurted on to the ground just as my own ejaculate inundated his guts. He pushed me on to the ground, lying on top of me with his enormous belly beautifully blocking the view of his chest and neck. He leaned in and kissed me before getting up and putting on his gown. "We should do this again sometime." he said, walking off with my cum leaking down his legs, visible through the huge slit in the back of the gown. And indeed we did. Over the next four weeks, we fucked each other almost ten times a week, as we had nothing else too interesting to do. That is, until something horrible happened. ------ 3 Months before present day ------ "Did it hurt?" I asked. "No, not after I've had my first one." Nick was holding his infant, now a week and a half old. The kid was late, but it was very healthy. "That's amazing." I looked at the two of them, holding my own belly. "Nicholas." A woman with a surgical mask walked in. "Hello." "Is this your husband or boyfriend, is he here with you?" "He is a patient, but we're not affiliated like that." "I am going to have to ask you to leave, then." she turned to me. I walked outside, watching the woman talk to Nick. They exchanged words for ten or fifteen minutes, with Nick taking a few glances over at me as he spoke. "You may go back in, honey." the woman said to me as she left. I walked back in. "I'm being transferred. They say I'm too healthy not to test..." he chuckled. "But..." I protested. "Nathan, many people come and go. For every new set of recruits, there is a mother who dies in childbirth, a mother who escapes his duties, and mothers like me who get transferred. It's part of the life." "I won't get to see you!" I said, shedding a tear. "Perhaps it's for the best. Supposedly, three is way more than two." He looked down at his infant, proceeding to look over at the more grown baby in its crib. "No, I don't think so." I grabbed his hand. "Nate, it's going to happen. Don't fight it, it doesn't figure well for you. Leave before I get all sad..." Nick started crying. "Yes, sir..." I saluted him, turning on a dime and walking swiftly to my room before crying a fair bit. I watched as his cart was wheeled away, the mangers attached, and I caught his hand, waving to me, just as he disappeared from my field of view. ***** Hey guys, So here ends the second installment of my story. I will be working on a third one. I probably won't do another chapter of Motherly Love for a long while, if at all. I know it was popular, I just don't have a plan for it. I like this story; I know the thing ended on a sad plot point. But plot is what I'm trying to start integrating between all the sex, so I am seriously happy with the way it turned out. Awaiting your comments, The Illuminaughty Cribs in Camo Ch. 03 Hey Guys, So I have really, really enjoyed writing this story. I hope you've enjoyed reading it, I hope it opens your eyes, I hope it changes your life (Though it won't), I hope I entertain you with something different. Usual warnings of men in all sorts of dress, with breasts, pregnant, and with vaginae (That's apparently how you say it). I also warn that I'm not trying to hurt anyone by messing with gender identity in any primitive way I do. I'm making all of this up. Please rate and comment! The Illuminaughty ***** 38 weeks ***** It was like any other morning. The only peculiar thing that had happened in the past two weeks were a few contractions deemed to be entirely normal for his stage. Nathan went through his routine, changing and eating and walking around. He went around and had casual conversation with many of the other men, took a nap, read some, stared at his uniform for a while, did a few push ups (Before getting exhausted) and milled around until lunch, eventually repeating these activities to 3 o clock. At 3 o clock, he was out in the halls when the oxygen mask was given to him yet again. This was very peculiar. Shipments were almost monthly, not weekly. Nathan watched the door as the green light appeared in front of it. A tall, incredibly powerful-looking figure stepped out of the airlock, flanked by guards that obscured his face. One guard turned to him and fiddled with his arms in a motion that Nathan would discover was the release of handcuffs. As the guards stepped away, Nathan's jaw dropped. ---------- Nathan's POV ---------- "Is there a Nathan James here?" yelled one of the security guards. A nurse dragged me towards them. I looked at the figure, he was tan and muscular, very tall, chubby, and very pregnant. "Yes? That's me." "You're the father of this man's children." "What?" "Private, stand up!" said the guard. Bryce extended to his full height, that size which had turned me on so much and led me to where I am. My jaw hit the floor. Holy shit, that was Bryce, heavily pregnant, and here. What the fuck. "Hello, Nathan." The guards stepped away. Bryce was left in the middle of the room, wearing nothing, his enormous belly filling up two feet in front of him and his arm muscles twitching. "Hello, Bryce. What..." "Remember the night we switched spots?" I recollected a day a few nights after the conception where I fucked his ass. I fucked it well. "No..." I said, shocked. "Yes. Welcome to your baby girls." He rubbed his massive belly. You could see the outline of his old six pack abs on his massive belly. "How did you get here?" I asked, still staring at his huge belly and his breasts, which were level with my face. "I attacked a nurse when I asked where you were. She gave me the answer, and my transfer was mandated, but I chose my destination." "And so you came here." I said, almost disapproving. "Why, are you not happy?" "No, it's not that. I'm very happy you're here! Come stay in my room. I'm sure the doctors have no issue." I nodded at one of the doctors, and he gave me a nod back. Bryce gathered his things and we walked the relatively short distance to my room. Nurses brought a bed in on cue and placed it right up next to my own so I could practically roll from one to the other. Bryce put his stuff away, and I told him to stand up. "Arms through this." I said, holding up the gown to him. He threaded his arms through the hospital gown, and I walked around behind him. The thing barely fit over his enormous frame. I brought the fabric around him, tying each tie slowly. As I placed a palm on his bare skin, I was sucked yet again into another flashback. ---------- 14 Weeks Pregnant ---------- "WITHDRAW!" the captain yelled through the intercom. This was the end of fighting for today. In twelve hours, though, the soldiers would have another shift. Private Nathan James withdrew his weapons, raised his shields, and piloted his small spacecraft back to the base, which was in orbit around the nearest moon to the surface. The whole journey back took perhaps fifteen minutes at his speed, the craft could go a few thousand miles per hour in zero gravity. He docked the offense military space craft outside of his barrack. He proceeded through the airlock as quickly as he could, sprinting for the bathroom. Private James put his head over the toilet and let loose. He vomited what felt like half his body weight. After about twenty minutes, Bryce walked into the stall. "How are you doing, Nate..." he said, concerned. Bryce put a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "How does it look like I'm doing. I'm fucking dying." Nathan snapped. "You're not dying, you're-" Bryce said, when Nathan cut him off. "Bryce, I am not. Do not say it. I am so not." "Pregnant." Bryce said. Nathan shook his head, wiping his face. "You ass." Nathan said, annoyed. Bryce picked him up, taking off the top half of his uniform. The very beginnings of a pregnant belly were showing on his abdomen. "You are so totally pregnant. You need to go to a quarantine right now." "I do not!" Nathan yelled, grabbing for his shirt. At this moment, a man in scrubs and a white coat walked in to the bathroom. "Private, we're ready to extract Nathan as necessary." The doctor spoke to Bryce. "You fucking traitor. I hate you. I despise you." Nathan said. "Bring in the support." Bryce said. Men in black armor came in, grabbing Nathan by the arms. "You'll be checked out by my team. If the suspicions are correct-" the doctor looked at Nathan's stomach as he spoke- "You'll be sent to a quarantine not far from here." "I will not!" Nathan squirmed, managing to clock one of the guards in the face. They, nevertheless, dragged him to the airlock, kicking and screaming. Bryce picked up his stuff, tossing it to the doctor. It was not much to look at, this stuff, but it took a painfully long time. "I will find you, my love..." Bryce said. "Fuck you, Bryce." Nathan shouted, hate in his eyes. --------- 3 hours later, Nathan's POV --------- I sat in the hospital bed. The clinic was a shit place, not upscale and apparently only moderately equipped. "You are, in fact, pregnant, Mr. James." I seethed with anger, attempting to raise my hands in order to punch him in the throat. My hands, however, were cuffed to the sides of the hospital bed. "It's PRIVATE James. And no shit, Sherlock." Despite the ancient nature of the stories, the saying still had the same meaning. "So you knew?" the doctor asked. "Of course I fucking knew. My pecs got softer, my stomach, which had always been flat before, became rounded slightly, my pants have been fitting a little more tightly lately, which I knew was my hips. It's not like I'm an idiot, doctor." I said, fuming. "Were you aware that you're carrying twins, Private James?" I looked at the holographic image, and sure enough, there were two little figures with two heartbeats. "Well, shit. No." I said, shocked. "Would you like to know the sex of the babies before or after arriving at the quarantine?" the doctor asked. "What? Quarantine?" "Yes, Private, pregnant men should be separated in quarantine just in case their condition is contagious." "Pregnancy is not contagious. Pregnancy is caused by a guy cumming deep into the nooks and crannies of your fertile hole. Pregnancy is caused by sex, fucking, penetration, fellatio, anal sex, vaginal sex, or anything else related to the condition of a woman or me. Pregnancy is not contagious." "You have no proof there is an underlying illness, Private. Until we can prove everything we say, there will be no release of quarantined victims." "You little piece of shit." "Would you, or would you not like to know the sex of the babies?" "I want my god damn private Bryce." "I will pass the information of your destination on to his supervisor. Would you like to know the sex or not?" "I would." ------- Bryce's POV, present day ------- Nathan told me all about his pregnancy. Two little babies, of a yet-to-be-determined gender. He was 37 weeks along, he was supposed to pop in about 4 weeks. I explained to him that I was, in fact, only a few days earlier in my pregnancy than him, my due date was in 5 weeks. I was larger than him, by a fair bit. I explained this to him also. "You're having twins, no?" I asked. "Yes." he nodded. "So how can you be so much bigger than me?" "Well, I may or may not be having quadruplets." "You have got to be fucking kidding me." he said in shock. I could tell he was staring at my belly. "Nope. Four little heartbeats, four little girls." "That's amazing! My sperm must be fucking potent..." he trailed off, in a state of pondering before he burst out laughing. We sat down together in the beds. "So, can you forgive me... for... doing what I... um... did to you?" I asked him. I had felt like shit for half a year about forcing him into the quarantine, but I didn't regret doing it. He needed to be cared for. "I think it's possible..." he trailed off, looking at me. "Really?" I asked. I was surprised when he had acted so calmly when I came, but him forgiving me seemed to surprise me even more. "Yeah, you know, I'm healthy and I'm not unhappy anymore. I've made peace with the doctors, and I've made peace with my situation. Despite how nonchalant the care is here, I almost regret not coming to a safer place for these guys sooner." "That's fantastic. Really. It is." I smiled. One of the girls gave me one hell of a kick. "Oh, god..." I said, slightly in pain. I lay back in the bed. "What, Bryce? Are you hurting?" Nate asked. I held his hand in mine. "No, Nate, it's just the kicking. Once one of them gets to it, the others do, too, and they kick so very powerfully." I said. Sure enough, I felt each one lash out with their tiny baby feet at my stomach. No matter how little the girls were, it was still quite the sensation. "Oh, I'm sorry... Wait, what are you doing?" he asked. I was, in fact, pulling my gown up to expose my belly. "I'm taking this thing off. They seem to calm down when they feel their mother's hand against their kicks." I said. I was only a mother, only a woman, to my children. Nobody else. I put my open hand on my belly, and one of the kids stopped. I sighed in relief. "Let's see if they know who their daddy is..." Nate said. He put his hands on my belly. Immediately they all stopped kicking. "Apparently they do." I laughed. God, his hands were on my naked body... How long had it been? Six months? No, more... "Let's see if there's any response to their father's touch..." Nate said. He took my hands and put them on his belly. I felt little teeny feet press back. "They most certainly can tell." I said, smiling. There was a long pause before he leaned down over me, practically standing up as he leaned his head towards mine in a maneuver alike to a triangle. Our bellies pressed against one another as he pressed his lips to mine, and I felt my babies respond to the kicks of his own. It was like a door to happiness had been opened. I pushed him over next to me, and he toppled onto his back laughing. I leaned into him and kissed him back. "Make that... definitely forgiving you." Nate said, kissing me again. I pulled off his shirt, then his pants. I got up awkwardly, shifting so my face was close to his crotch. I pulled his underwear down and his cock was waiting for me like it had all those ages ago. Eight inches of thick glory. The second I touched the tip to my lips, it began to get harder. I sucked his growing dick, slowly letting his shaft go deeper into my mouth. "Mmf... I forgot how good you were at this..." Nate said. I was spurred on by the compliment, continuing to run my tongue over his cock. He got harder and harder, and I eventually passed the head of his cock into my throat, which tightened around it just as my ass would. He moaned, massaging his boobs with his hands. "You don't get to hog all the giving!" he said. "Turn around." I backed off and did as I was told. ---------- Nathan's POV ---------- I watched him turn around, his ass facing me eventually. I dived at him, burying my face in his ass. I licked his hole over and over, first in wide strokes then in thin, pressing ones. His pussy was dripping wet. I positioned myself behind him. My cock's head touched his asshole, and I could feel his body shiver a little as I put my belly's massive weight on his lower back. I slipped my cock, however, into his pussy. He cried out, obviously having had something in there only once or twice. I pushed slowly and steadily, and his cries turned into powerfully deep, rich moans. "Harder..." I heard him say. I obliged, holding on to his shoulder with one hand and putting another on my belly before thrusting hard into him, over and over. His pussy began to tighten around my cock, and my own began to drip as I got more aroused. Fuck, he was hot. He asked for more, and I gave it to him harder, our hips colliding heavily with each thrust. His pussy kept on getting tighter. The babies started to kick inside me, and that was all he could take. His pussy practically sucked my pelvis inside it, it contracted so hard. The shock sent my cock into a spasm, and it started spurting cum just as Bryce's pussy gushed back. Bryce leaned over, falling on to the bed. I followed him, cozying up quickly. My belly touched his, and the babies in each kicked wildly. "I love you..." he said. I smiled, putting a tender hand on his face. "I love you too..." I answered, kissing him softly. Suddenly my otherwise untouched body spurted fluid, from my crotch. "Your fucking water broke!" he yelled. "NURSE!" the shout immediately brought a nurse. My bed was suddenly wheeled away, without a word from me. I held my belly, anticipating pain. "It's too early, no..." I said quietly. Bryce leapt from his position in my room, standing on the edge of the rolling bed and almost knocking it over in place. "Don't worry, baby, we're gonna get through this..." he said. I smiled at him, but he suddenly grabbed his own belly. Because it had just happened to me, I could tell what it was. "No, Bryce, I can do it on my own, tend to my little girls..." I said to him. A bed started rolling high speed alongside. The nurses pushing it ushered him on, and we separated at the next junction. I watched his face as he grasped his belly, I could tell his babies were coming more slowly than mine and he would be in a lot more pain. "Stay strong..." I said quietly. Then I felt it. It was abnormal, how quickly this was coming along. I heard a doctor yell, "Baby one is advancing, dilation at 6 centimeters!" He looked at me and said, "Okay, Nathan, you're going to have to push if you want this baby to come out healthy. I'll give you a cue, understand?" I nodded, worried. My hole spread wider as I felt the baby come down, and I almost cried out in pain. I saved face, though, letting the baby come down. "Dilation 8 centimeters, everyone get ready!" The baby pushed further. A minute and a half later, it was nine. Three after that, it was ten. "PUSH!" He yelled. And I did it, I pushed as hard as I could. The fucking thing practically tore me in half, and my groans were ear-splitting, but I pushed. The first came out, and the cord was cut. It started crying immediately. The second was more of an ordeal. "Okay, come on, one more!" the doctor yelled. I groaned, pushing. This one was bigger, much bigger. I pushed on cue, and it barely got its head down to the opening. "You're going to have to try harder than that." the doctor said. I tried harder, the baby's head just beginning to truly crown. "Come on, the head is coming along!" the doctor said. I pushed, in serious pain. My pelvis was probably halfway past broken, whatever the hell that was. I kept on going, I kept on pushing. The head came, finally. "Okay, the head is out, now you have to get the shoulders..." the doctor urged. I groaned, cussing. "Come on, just a little more, and you're done." I pushed, with little success. A doctor came in and whispered something in the ear of the one handling my baby. "Okay, honey, I'm gonna need you to really, really fucking push. Are you ready? Come on, one really big one will do it." I nodded. "Ready? One, two, three, PUSH!" he yelled. I pushed, groaning. No matter how painful it was, it worked. The shoulders passed, and the rest of the thing came with it. The cord was cut hastily. The rest of that fluid escaped from me, and a nurse quickly threw it in a biohazard bin. Suddenly I saw why they were so hasty. A thick green billow of gas was making its way through the halls. It flowed quickly and encompassed the exits. A male nurse, obviously pregnant, screamed. I almost fainted in panic, despite all the training I had had for stress situations in battle. I froze as the gas advanced, barely breathing. The panic in the room was all too apparent. The smog came at us. There was no way to avoid it. I tried hard not to breathe it in, but I couldn't. Weirdly, all it did was smell like some sort of moss. After twenty seconds or so, the fog subsided. I looked around the room. The doctors were fine. But I looked down. The pregnant nurse that had screamed was lying there, unconscious. The doctors immediately tried to revive him, but there was no luck. What the hell was this fog? Why didn't it affect... oh my god. Only incubating mothers. I screamed for Bryce. "We can't take you to see him. You just had twins, for fuck's sake." I stared at the lead doctor, the one who'd delivered my boys, yes, boys, coldly. I grabbed for my children and dived for the wheelchair. "Fuck you." I continued to stare coldly as I rolled away with my children. "Hey, if you're gonna ruin your body, you've got to have a supervising doctor, you little shit!" The doctor, and only the doctor, followed close behind. I paid no attention, wheeling quickly for Bryce's delivery room. I found it quickly, and descended into sobs as I saw the doctors trying to revive him with shock paddles. I couldn't see his face, just that enormous belly, his legs, and his privates. The doctor kept staring at the monitor as he shocked Bryce, and then I watched the syllables I knew all too well escape from his mouth. "Time of death..." And I broke down in tears. I cried out, looking up and screaming, "WHY? WHY?" I collapsed in sobs. How could this happen, and to me? Why? I turned to the doctor, giving him another icy stare before darting off in the wheelchair towards the seal. "You can't leave the fucking quarantine!" the doctor yelled. I stood up, leaving my crying babies in the wheelchair. "Civilian, you will open this seal or I will end you. I'm Private Fucking Nathan James, and I will rip your balls off if that's what it takes." "I can't." he said. I kneed him in the crotch, and he keeled over. "Why not?" I asked. "Because it's quarantine, you're a threat to public health!" the doctor shouted, in pain. "It's obviously not a very good one, considering that green fog made it in here." "You make a valid point." "I know, fuckstick." I said to him. He opened the door, albeit not without protest. I pushed the wheelchair gently through the initial door. I was brought into a capsule, a capsule with sixteen secondary airlock doors. I walked through the capsule, picking the door that led to the craft I wanted. I quickly picked the K90, a ship with three passenger seats and a captain's seat that was known for its high speed, stock of weaponry, and huge fuel tank. I pushed the doctor into the ship, placing my kids gently in the remaining seats. "You better fucking watch my boys. If they sustain so much as a scratch I will kill you in literally the least pleasant way possible." Cribs in Camo Ch. 03 "Understood..." the doctor said, shaking. "I'm Dr. Shepherd. Will Shepherd." "Alright, Will, take care of Bryce and Ben, or I will end you." "Yes, Private." he responded, searching for something resembling food in the stocked cargo bay. He found something to feed them as I powered up the ship. I brought it quickly to warp speed. ***** Hey Guys, I hope you liked the new addition! This one was a little more lengthy. I hope to write a fourth chapter, but I don't know where I'm going, exactly. Please please please give me some feedback! The Illuminaughty