Movement
Title: Movement
Authors: people-existing
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, pregnant!Dean, dirty talk, graphic birth, belly!kink, shower!sex
Disclaimer: Fiction. Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW, not to me.
Summary: He breathed in deeply and slunk his hand under the covers, placing it against the lower part of his abdomen before skirting it over his stomach. It was rounded-bloated, but not quite. The skin was stretched and slightly tight, but pliant under his fingers. It felt strange. He pressed down on it lightly, whipping his hand away when he felt a flutter inside.
Author's notes: Wow! Um, I'm kind of nervous-- this is my very first mpreg fic ever, even though it's definitely my biggest kink. I hope you guys enjoy it-- I know I had fun writing it. ;) Additional notes at the end!
Dean didn’t really notice anything at first, just that his stomach muscles were becoming less defined.
“Maybe you should lay off the junk food,” said Sam from the table, typing at his laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face.
Dean tossed his burger wrapper on the ground. “Yeah,” he sighed, poking at his stomach. This sucked.
But it started to grow, no matter how much goddamn salad he ate.
-
Dean woke early in the morning, dim morning light seeping dully through the window. He glanced over at the other bed-Sam was facing away from him, his huge muscular back obvious under the covers as he slept. Dean licked his lips, and pulled his covers up higher so they covered his shoulders. He could feel his stomach sticking up. He didn’t know if it was because he knew it was, or if it was actually bothering him.
He breathed in deeply and slunk his hand under the covers, placing it against the lower part of his abdomen before skirting it over his stomach. It was rounded-bloated, but not quite. The skin was stretched and slightly tight, but pliant under his fingers. It felt strange. He pressed down on it lightly, whipping his hand away when he felt a flutter inside.
It passed quickly, though, so fast he could have imagined it. Dean gave the smooth skin of his slightly swollen stomach one last rub, and then pulled his t-shirt down.
He did his best not to touch it after that, no matter how much it turned him on.
-
He didn’t much like the bathroom, because of the mirrors that reflected too much, but at the same time it was an escape. He didn’t like the reminders of how big his stomach was getting, how rounded. He didn’t look fat, exactly-more... Dean shook his head and refused to think it.
Sam never joined him in the bathroom anymore. He was a perceptive bastard when he wanted to be. Knew Dean needed that time by himself. Needed time away from Sam’s gazes and the-the fluttering.
-
Dean was in the shower, water cascading down his soft skin. He rubbed soap down his arms, careful not to bump his protruding stomach. Whenever he did, there was more fluttering. He paused, though, gazing at it. It had gotten bigger. He swallowed. It was heavy and full and so goddamn tight-the soft flutters grazing inside of him. He wondered for a moment... Dean closed his eyes and breathed in. He wondered for a moment if there was something inside him.
It was ridiculous, but he was still fucking scared. Would never tell anyone, but just by himself. There was inkling, though, it came sometimes in the dark peace of night, in that time between sleeping and waking. Somewhere, he knew what was happening.
Consciously, though, consciously he didn’t acknowledge it.
Dean kept staring at it, arm pulled away, not wanting to touch it. He hated the way it stuck out-the way the rivulets of water curved with it.
Out of nowhere, something moved. Inside his stomach. Dean let out a gasp and dropped the soap, hands flying to it before he knew what he was doing.
It hurt almost-kicks and thumps and movement inside his tight, swollen belly. He clutched either side of it, feeling the strong motion from the outside as well as the inside. He could see bulges appearing and disappearing across it, clear evidence of what was happening inside of him.
Dean swallowed a lump in his throat, near repulsed, but so goddamn turned on. He pressed against his stomach, first gently, but then a little harder when he felt nothing. Then - there. God, there was something there.
Something tumbled inside him again. Dean felt his cock start to harden.
Dean took in a few deep breaths, his bulging (moving) stomach popping out as he breathed in. He took his hands off the swell of his stomach, the thing (things - god, there had to be more than one) still moving inside of him. He reached down between his legs, his swollen stomach pointing his cock downwards, and grabbed his cock in his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut as he held his cock, rubbing along its length.
Hot arousal burned within him, increasing the pressure inside his stomach as he jerked off. He came hard a few moments later, intense pleasure tearing through him as lights flashed in front of his eyes.
He wiped the come off his distended lower belly, careful not to touch it too much, and climbed out of the shower, his stomach sticking out so far he couldn’t see his feet.
The mirror caught his eye as he stepped past it. He breathed in deeply and turned, reaching out to wipe off the moisture fogging it up. He looked scared, eyes wide. His cock was hanging limply between his legs. He moved his eyes to his heavy, swollen stomach. He turned to the side, letting his stomach push out. He went to try and suck it in, but it only increased the pressure and the feeling of tightness.
He forced himself not to touch it when something kicked, his cock twitching.
-
When Dean kept getting bigger-when he looked almost nine months, God, pregnant-both he and Sam knew what was happening. But they didn't talk about it. It was a silent, mutual agreement.
They called up a specific doctor that Bobby had recommended, who didn’t tell them anything they hadn’t already learned off the internet or in the old books they’d been loaning from the library. That if he was a hunter, no matter if he was a male, and he looked pregnant, then he probably was. There were so many ways it could happen-curse, fertility idol-and there was no question. Dean was undeniably pregnant.
They looked at each other. They’d deal with it when the time came, Sam’s gaze said. It would be okay.
And it was coming pretty soon, Dean knew. There was something between his legs-another hole-something he’d discovered while he was having a shower. He hated it.
He hated what was happening.
But at the same time-he loved it. Something had changed after knowing what he had inside him. He fucking loved the feeling of being so full and round all the time and, God, he was so goddamn horny.
-
Sam lay on his side, gazing across at a sleeping Dean. Moonlight chased away some dark in the room, but shadows were still stretched across it. Dean’s covers had been pulled down sometime during the night. He was lying on his side; his huge, swollen, pregnant belly resting on the bed.
They hadn’t fucked in months. Sam knew Dean was scared-knew he didn’t know what was happening, and Sam didn’t want to pressure him. Could never tell him that the sight of his huge stomach turned him on, could barely admit to himself. But Dean wouldn’t let him touch him anymore anyway, much less his belly. It was so goddamn hard when he could hear his brother jerking off in the bathroom, hear the needy, broken sounds.
Dean shifted slightly, a discontent expression colouring his face. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed and he climbed out of his bed quietly, moving to Dean’s side.
Sam gazed down at the huge swell of Dean’s stomach in fascination, eyes widening when he saw something bulge inside it. Breathing in, Sam reached down, resting his palm lightly against Dean’s stomach. He felt the movement increase and, Jesus, it was so strange-there was a baby in there, but at the same time... Sam started rubbing circles into Dean’s belly, feeling intense motion under the warm skin.
He jumped when Dean spoke. “Sammy?” he rasped.
“Fuck-yeah,” said Sam, whipping his hand back nervously.
Dean sighed, his eyebrows furrowing. “Jesus...”
Sam licked his lips. Dean wasn’t angry. “What’s wrong?” asked Sam quietly, worriedly.
“Moving... tight,” muttered Dean.
Sam reached back down again, pressing his fingers gently to Dean’s stomach. Shit, he was right. His belly had gone tight and hard as a rock, nothing like what he’d felt a few moments ago. And as Sam pressed a harder, he felt Dean’s stomach slowly soften again. “We need to-”
“No,” grunted Dean, “it’s okay. I-I know what’s happening.”
“Researching?”
“Yeah.”
Sam nodded. He moved his hand slightly. “Can I?” he whispered.
Dean nodded. “Yeah, Sammy,” he said, voice hushed.
Sam started rubbing Dean’s belly, the skin supple under his hand. “What does it feel like?” he asked, massaging the flesh.
“So fucking tight and full, and something-a-a baby-God, maybe two... it moves inside of me-kind of hurts sometimes, but then...” Dean trailed off and Sam could see him flushing pink even in the dimly-lit room.
“Then what?” prodded Sam gently, hand skirting when he felt more movement inside his brother.
“I-it fucking turns me on, okay?” hissed Dean.
Sam pulled back slightly, swallowing. “Really?”
“Yes - aah,” Dean moved his hand to the side of his swollen stomach.
“Can I... can I fuck you, Dean?” asked Sam quickly, feeling his cock hardening. Fuck, please, please, please.
“God, yes,” said Dean, rubbing his huge belly a few times, before taking his hand away. “So fucking horny. Please, fuck me, Sam.”
A shiver ran down Sam’s spine and he climbed onto the bed, helping his brother roll onto his back. His stomach protruded hugely, small ripples of motion still appearing across it. Dean moved his legs apart widely, doing his best to give Sam some leverage. Sam swallowed and reached out, giving Dean’s moving belly a quick rub with both his hands. “Fuck, Dean,” he hissed dirtily, trailing one of his hands down to Dean’s ass. He massaged Dean’s stomach with his other hand, in an attempt to calm the child inside it. “You’re so fucking huge - so pregnant. You’re so fucking swollen, Dean-look at your stomach, full and huge and pregnant.”
Dean groaned, doing his best to lift his ass up higher. “Please, Sam, fuck me,” he groaned, his hands moving to his swollen stomach, rubbing furiously over the bulges that were appearing.
Sam snagged some lube out of the bedside table between them, his cock so hard with need that it nearly hurt. He reached down, pressing two lubed fingers into Dean’s tight ass. “So fucking tight, Dean, God, haven’t fucked you in ages.”
“Sammy,” breathed Dean, hands still massaging his round stomach. Sam pressed his other hand against it again while he fingered and loosened Dean-it was rock hard again. Sam saw a small contraction rip across it, a slight bump moving with it.
“Fuck, Dean, how does that feel?” asked Sam, pressing down harder against Dean’s hard, contracting stomach.
“Tight,” moaned Dean, “so hard and tight and full, God. Feels-feels so good. I don’t even know-it’s moving-moving all the time, fuck-fuck me, Sam. Give me your goddamn cock.”
Sam could feel pre-come leaking out of his cock. He added a final finger, moving them around inside Dean. Dean’s huge stomach was softer, the tightly stretched skin more supple. Sam massaged his lower belly soothingly as he kept stretching Dean. “God, Dean,” he sighed, “can’t wait to be in, can’t wait to fucking feel you all tight around me-tight like your huge, fucking pregnant belly.”
Dean moaned, hands moving to his popped-out bellybutton, as he massaged his stomach frantically. “Fuck, Sam, touch me, please.”
Sam slid his hand off Dean’s round belly and took hold of his brother’s cock, rubbing his thumb against the head which was wet with pre-come. “Feel good?” he asked. “Does my hand feel good on your cock?”
“Nngh, yes,” hissed Dean. “Fuck me, Sammy.”
Sam took his hand off Dean’s cock, ignoring his brother’s whimper, and lubed up his own, taking his other hand out of Dean’s ass. He put his hand on Dean’s belly again before pushing into his brother’s ass slowly. Dean let out a low groan, and Sam could feel more movement inside his brother’s full, heavily pregnant belly.
The tight heat around his cock sent shocks of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Dean,” he said, starting to fuck his brother slow, “you feel so good.”
“Harder, Sam,” groaned Dean, hands clutching at his huge stomach. “Harder!”
Sam moved his hips back sensually before slamming forwards into his brother-and, God, it felt so good. Dean’s tight ass clenched around Sam’s cock. “Ugh, Dean!” he moaned, raking his short fingernails along Dean’s belly as he moved his hand to Dean’s cock, which was an angry red colour, still leaking pre-come.
He grabbed it, squeezing it in time with his thrusts. Heat pooling in his stomach as he brought them both to orgasm. He let out a cried out loudly as pleasure tore through his body, vaguely feeling Dean shuddering against him.
He pulled out slowly a few moments later, lying down beside his brother. They were sweaty, hot and breathing heavily. All fucked out. Sam rolled onto his side reached over and putting his large hand over the huge swell of Dean’s sticking-out stomach and rubbing gently as he felt Dean’s belly hardening again. Dean tensed up beside him. “Your stomach’s going hard again,” said Sam.
“Mmm,” mumbled Dean, arching a little. Sam felt a quick, strong movement run through his brother’s huge stomach.
“Hurt?”
“Not much... more just... tight.”
Sam nodded, pressing up against Dean’s back, massaging his brother’s belly into softness again. “How...” Sam breathed out, “how are you going to... um. I think-I think you might have to g-give birth, Dean.”
Dean tensed again, the baby in his stomach giving a hard kick against Sam’s hand. “I-there’s another... I have another hole.”
Sam breathed in. “Can I touch?” he asked quietly.
Dean shifted a little. “Yeah, Sammy.”
Sam moved his hand from Dean’s belly, putting it to Dean’s legs, his brother opening for him. Sam felt around for a few moments before locating the small hole, between his brother’s cock and his asshole. Sam touched it, pushing at the entrance a little. “Wow,” murmured Sam. “Are you scared?”
“Not really.”
They both saw the lie for what it was.
Sam couldn’t resist raking his fingers up along Dean’s swollen stomach. “You’re so fucking pregnant,” murmured Sam again, sounding almost in awe, pressing against Dean’s belly a little harder as he pressed his cock up against his ass.
-
When Dean’s contractions-Braxton Hicks or something-started coming more frequently, they knew that Dean’s due date was closer. Dean stepped into the bathroom, Sam following close behind this time. His swollen stomach was heavy and uncomfortable as he walked-feeling incredibly full. The child (children-Dean thought it was twins) were moving inside, making Dean’s cock harden. He placed his hand on his belly, rubbing circles as he climbed into the shower.
Sam climbed in behind him, reaching across Dean and grabbing the showerhead, slipping it out of its holder and turning on the water, fiddling with the temperature until steam started rising from the shower. Dean felt his heavily pregnant belly hardening again, this time accompanied by a swift jolt of pain as he held it, massaging the hard flesh. Sam turned the shower head and started spraying hot water against Dean’s belly. The water was warm and soothing against the stretched skin. He straightened up, cracking his aching back as he turned around. Sam pressed the torrents of water against Dean’s back.
“Fuck me, Sam,” groaned Dean, swollen stomach pressing up against the wet wall, kids rolling around inside. He held his belly again, feeling it bulging out against his splayed hands.
“Ngh,” groaned Sam from behind him. “How’re you feeling?” asked Sam, pressing two of his soapy fingers into Dean’s tight ass. Dean arched up against him, heavy stomach pressing up harder against the wall. He started rubbing it.
“Fucking horny,” replied Dean. “They’re moving again - and I want you to get your goddamn fingers out of my ass and fuck me.”
Sam obliged, removing his fingers from Dean’s and pressing his cock up against it. He held the showerhead up to Dean’s shoulder, had it facing downwards-the heavy torrents of water running down Dean’s belly. He arched forwards again as Sam shoved his cock into Dean’s ass, angling so he was hitting Dean’s prostate as he started thrusting.
Dean gasped as sparks of pleasure ran through him, the children tumbling around frantically in his stomach, bumping against the surface of his stomach. Sam slunk his other hand around as he thrust into Dean’s ass, rubbing his stomach. “Moving,” he hissed hotly beside Dean’s ear, “I can feel them - fuck, Dean, you’re so goddamn beautiful and huge and pregnant-God-”
“Anyone’d -think - you had a -pregnancy kink, Sammy,” panted Dean, reaching down underneath his full stomach to grab his painfully hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, coming under his stomach a second or two before Sam.
“Maybe,” grunted Sam, pressing a kiss against Dean’s neck.
A few moments later, Sam still in him, he felt something trickle down between his legs. “Fuck, I think my water just broke-God,” hissed Dean a powerful surge of pain ripping through his body. “Fuck!” he held onto his swollen stomach that was now hard as rock and visibly moving with the contraction.
Through the pain, he felt Sam’s hands touch his stomach, pressing against the hard flesh. “It’s okay, Dean-it’ll be okay,” he spoke into Dean’s ear, beginning to rub Dean’s stomach.
A few seconds later, it began to soften again, most of the pain receding. “God-”
“Turn around, Dean,” said Sam, taking his hot hand off his brother’s contracting stomach.
Dean turned around and Sam held the showerhead close to his stomach, the warm water feeling soothing against the tight, aching flesh. “Do you want to get out of the shower?” asked Sam, his voice coloured with worry as he held the shower head to Dean’s stomach again.
Inside, the kids were moving around like crazy, hurting but sending sparks of arousal down to Dean’s cock. “Fuckkk, no,” moaned Dean, reaching down and grabbing his cock.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” groaned Sam, reaching out to rub Dean’s moving belly as another painful contraction ripped through, feeling like a surge through his stomach. Dean backed up against the wall. His hands were shaking on his cock because of the pain, but he focused on the feeling water against the intense pressure inside him and the feeling of Sam’s hand trying to massage away the pain and strong movement in his hugely swollen belly.
Dean thrust quickly into his hand a few times, coming a few moments later- the feeling of release competing with the pain of his surging contraction. Abruptly, he felt a heavier pressure in his lower abdomen. “Fuck!” he cried out, sliding down the wall so he could sit down. Sam was down beside him in a minute, hands on Dean’s forehead and then his rock hard stomach. He felt a large hand pressing against his heavily pregnant belly, moving around and pressing in different places before pushing just against his lower abdomen. Dean let out a whimper of pain as his stomach hardened even more, a throbbing surge tearing through his body as he felt something moving lower-down the birth canal, his brain supplied.
“How is it, Dean? Is anything going wrong?” asked Sam frantically, pressing against Dean’s lower belly again, his other hand still aiming the spray of water against Dean. “It’s moved lower-how’s your birth opening-” Dean felt Sam take his hand off his stomach and reach down to the new hole. Sam pressed his finger in before adding a few more.
“Agh!” cried Dean as the building contraction became another agonizing surge ripped through his huge stomach.
“It’s okay, Dean, you’ll be okay, it’s okay,” said Sam, voice panicked as he put down the showerhead, pressing one hand against Dean’s painful stomach and his birth opening.
Dean grabbed either side of his midsection with his hands, could feel things moving inside, as he massaged it with his hands, trying to relieve some of the pressure and pain. Something moved further down and Dean felt intense burning down low, between his legs.
Suddenly, an intense urge-need to push shred through him along with another contraction. “Sam!” he cried as he pushed-feeling his hard stomach give way for a moment as he did so. Something was pressing down low.
“Keep going, Dean!” said Sam, “I can see a head-”
Dean let a scream as he pushed again, the pressure in his stomach near unbearable. “God, Sam-I can feel it-” Another contraction tore through him and he pushed again. He felt something push out.
“It’s the head,” said Sam excitedly, “just a few more pushes, Dean!”
Dean grunted, and pushed again, his stomach bouncing. Sweat dripped down his forehead, heat burning across his entire body. “Fuck!” he cried, pushing the infant out with a final push.
“It’s a boy-” said Sam, placing it on Dean’s still hugely pregnant stomach. “I’ll just get a knife-to cut the cord-”
Dean could barely focus on the small baby resting on him as another excruciatingly painful surge tore through his swollen belly. “Sam!” he cried out, but Sam was back with a knife and a bed cover and he was taking the baby off of his belly.
“Are you okay, Dean?” asked Sam anxiously as he cut the baby’s cord and placed it down gently on the blanket.
“Still-still hurting, S-Sammy,” groaned Dean, clutching his belly. He felt something else moving down the birth canal, the overbearing need to push started again as his stomach ached.
Sam checked his birth opening. “It’s another head,” he said, “you were right, Dean! Twins-do you need to push yet?” Sam put his hand on Dean’s swollen belly and rubbed, his palm pressing down.
“Now-” groaned Dean as he started pushing again. He was losing energy-just wanted it to end. But he kept pushing as hard as he could, feeling the baby moving down his birth canal. “D-D’you see it?” panted Dean, his stomach heaving. Sam kept rubbing.
“No-wait, yes! Not much longer now, Dean-you’re doing so good!”
With a final push, the blood-covered baby came out. “It’s another boy,” said Sam, taking it and cradling it to his chest for a few moments before cutting its cord and putting it beside its brother.
Dean laid back, breathing heavily, his deflating, but still huge, stomach heaving with his breathing. He felt Sam rub it gently. “You did so well, Dean...” he said quietly.
Dean bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach hardened, another surge ripping through his stomach. “Fuck!” he cried, eyes flying open.
“Dean-Dean, what’s wrong?” asked Sam worriedly.
Dean reached up shakily to touch his hard stomach-there was something still moving inside-God, there was-another surge of pain tore through his stomach as something dropped lower, down between his legs. “Fuck, it hurts!” cried Dean, throwing his head back as he grabbed his stomach, another contraction shredding through it.
“It’s the afterbirth-it’s-”
Dean pushed again, the labour pains almost unbearable. “Fuck-do you-”
“A head, I see the head!” said Sam, sounding breathless. He put his hand back on Dean’s stomach, massaging it encouragingly.
Dean groaned. “God-” he pushed, feeling the sensation of something popping out.
“One more push!”
He breathed in deeply, another severe contraction sweeping across his stomach, and pushed, feeling the baby come out. “Nghhh,” groaned Dean, going limp. He focused on not breathing too hard, on not hurting his belly.
“A girl,” whispered Sam. “They’re so beautiful, Dean... you’re so beautiful...”
“M’just...” Dean closed his eyes.
Sam put a hand to his forehead. “Yeah, sleep, baby. I’ll take care of this.”
Additional A/N: I have a few more ideas for mpreg fics, but I was just thinking-- if you guys would like me to write any plot bunnies/a fic for you, feel free to ask! Just, I'll only write pregnant!Dean, though. I'm just starting to write mpreg, so I think I'll wait a little while before I write both of them pregnant at the same time. ;)
Authors: people-existing
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, pregnant!Dean, dirty talk, graphic birth, belly!kink, shower!sex
Disclaimer: Fiction. Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW, not to me.
Summary: He breathed in deeply and slunk his hand under the covers, placing it against the lower part of his abdomen before skirting it over his stomach. It was rounded-bloated, but not quite. The skin was stretched and slightly tight, but pliant under his fingers. It felt strange. He pressed down on it lightly, whipping his hand away when he felt a flutter inside.
Author's notes: Wow! Um, I'm kind of nervous-- this is my very first mpreg fic ever, even though it's definitely my biggest kink. I hope you guys enjoy it-- I know I had fun writing it. ;) Additional notes at the end!
Dean didn’t really notice anything at first, just that his stomach muscles were becoming less defined.
“Maybe you should lay off the junk food,” said Sam from the table, typing at his laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face.
Dean tossed his burger wrapper on the ground. “Yeah,” he sighed, poking at his stomach. This sucked.
But it started to grow, no matter how much goddamn salad he ate.
-
Dean woke early in the morning, dim morning light seeping dully through the window. He glanced over at the other bed-Sam was facing away from him, his huge muscular back obvious under the covers as he slept. Dean licked his lips, and pulled his covers up higher so they covered his shoulders. He could feel his stomach sticking up. He didn’t know if it was because he knew it was, or if it was actually bothering him.
He breathed in deeply and slunk his hand under the covers, placing it against the lower part of his abdomen before skirting it over his stomach. It was rounded-bloated, but not quite. The skin was stretched and slightly tight, but pliant under his fingers. It felt strange. He pressed down on it lightly, whipping his hand away when he felt a flutter inside.
It passed quickly, though, so fast he could have imagined it. Dean gave the smooth skin of his slightly swollen stomach one last rub, and then pulled his t-shirt down.
He did his best not to touch it after that, no matter how much it turned him on.
-
He didn’t much like the bathroom, because of the mirrors that reflected too much, but at the same time it was an escape. He didn’t like the reminders of how big his stomach was getting, how rounded. He didn’t look fat, exactly-more... Dean shook his head and refused to think it.
Sam never joined him in the bathroom anymore. He was a perceptive bastard when he wanted to be. Knew Dean needed that time by himself. Needed time away from Sam’s gazes and the-the fluttering.
-
Dean was in the shower, water cascading down his soft skin. He rubbed soap down his arms, careful not to bump his protruding stomach. Whenever he did, there was more fluttering. He paused, though, gazing at it. It had gotten bigger. He swallowed. It was heavy and full and so goddamn tight-the soft flutters grazing inside of him. He wondered for a moment... Dean closed his eyes and breathed in. He wondered for a moment if there was something inside him.
It was ridiculous, but he was still fucking scared. Would never tell anyone, but just by himself. There was inkling, though, it came sometimes in the dark peace of night, in that time between sleeping and waking. Somewhere, he knew what was happening.
Consciously, though, consciously he didn’t acknowledge it.
Dean kept staring at it, arm pulled away, not wanting to touch it. He hated the way it stuck out-the way the rivulets of water curved with it.
Out of nowhere, something moved. Inside his stomach. Dean let out a gasp and dropped the soap, hands flying to it before he knew what he was doing.
It hurt almost-kicks and thumps and movement inside his tight, swollen belly. He clutched either side of it, feeling the strong motion from the outside as well as the inside. He could see bulges appearing and disappearing across it, clear evidence of what was happening inside of him.
Dean swallowed a lump in his throat, near repulsed, but so goddamn turned on. He pressed against his stomach, first gently, but then a little harder when he felt nothing. Then - there. God, there was something there.
Something tumbled inside him again. Dean felt his cock start to harden.
Dean took in a few deep breaths, his bulging (moving) stomach popping out as he breathed in. He took his hands off the swell of his stomach, the thing (things - god, there had to be more than one) still moving inside of him. He reached down between his legs, his swollen stomach pointing his cock downwards, and grabbed his cock in his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut as he held his cock, rubbing along its length.
Hot arousal burned within him, increasing the pressure inside his stomach as he jerked off. He came hard a few moments later, intense pleasure tearing through him as lights flashed in front of his eyes.
He wiped the come off his distended lower belly, careful not to touch it too much, and climbed out of the shower, his stomach sticking out so far he couldn’t see his feet.
The mirror caught his eye as he stepped past it. He breathed in deeply and turned, reaching out to wipe off the moisture fogging it up. He looked scared, eyes wide. His cock was hanging limply between his legs. He moved his eyes to his heavy, swollen stomach. He turned to the side, letting his stomach push out. He went to try and suck it in, but it only increased the pressure and the feeling of tightness.
He forced himself not to touch it when something kicked, his cock twitching.
-
When Dean kept getting bigger-when he looked almost nine months, God, pregnant-both he and Sam knew what was happening. But they didn't talk about it. It was a silent, mutual agreement.
They called up a specific doctor that Bobby had recommended, who didn’t tell them anything they hadn’t already learned off the internet or in the old books they’d been loaning from the library. That if he was a hunter, no matter if he was a male, and he looked pregnant, then he probably was. There were so many ways it could happen-curse, fertility idol-and there was no question. Dean was undeniably pregnant.
They looked at each other. They’d deal with it when the time came, Sam’s gaze said. It would be okay.
And it was coming pretty soon, Dean knew. There was something between his legs-another hole-something he’d discovered while he was having a shower. He hated it.
He hated what was happening.
But at the same time-he loved it. Something had changed after knowing what he had inside him. He fucking loved the feeling of being so full and round all the time and, God, he was so goddamn horny.
-
Sam lay on his side, gazing across at a sleeping Dean. Moonlight chased away some dark in the room, but shadows were still stretched across it. Dean’s covers had been pulled down sometime during the night. He was lying on his side; his huge, swollen, pregnant belly resting on the bed.
They hadn’t fucked in months. Sam knew Dean was scared-knew he didn’t know what was happening, and Sam didn’t want to pressure him. Could never tell him that the sight of his huge stomach turned him on, could barely admit to himself. But Dean wouldn’t let him touch him anymore anyway, much less his belly. It was so goddamn hard when he could hear his brother jerking off in the bathroom, hear the needy, broken sounds.
Dean shifted slightly, a discontent expression colouring his face. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed and he climbed out of his bed quietly, moving to Dean’s side.
Sam gazed down at the huge swell of Dean’s stomach in fascination, eyes widening when he saw something bulge inside it. Breathing in, Sam reached down, resting his palm lightly against Dean’s stomach. He felt the movement increase and, Jesus, it was so strange-there was a baby in there, but at the same time... Sam started rubbing circles into Dean’s belly, feeling intense motion under the warm skin.
He jumped when Dean spoke. “Sammy?” he rasped.
“Fuck-yeah,” said Sam, whipping his hand back nervously.
Dean sighed, his eyebrows furrowing. “Jesus...”
Sam licked his lips. Dean wasn’t angry. “What’s wrong?” asked Sam quietly, worriedly.
“Moving... tight,” muttered Dean.
Sam reached back down again, pressing his fingers gently to Dean’s stomach. Shit, he was right. His belly had gone tight and hard as a rock, nothing like what he’d felt a few moments ago. And as Sam pressed a harder, he felt Dean’s stomach slowly soften again. “We need to-”
“No,” grunted Dean, “it’s okay. I-I know what’s happening.”
“Researching?”
“Yeah.”
Sam nodded. He moved his hand slightly. “Can I?” he whispered.
Dean nodded. “Yeah, Sammy,” he said, voice hushed.
Sam started rubbing Dean’s belly, the skin supple under his hand. “What does it feel like?” he asked, massaging the flesh.
“So fucking tight and full, and something-a-a baby-God, maybe two... it moves inside of me-kind of hurts sometimes, but then...” Dean trailed off and Sam could see him flushing pink even in the dimly-lit room.
“Then what?” prodded Sam gently, hand skirting when he felt more movement inside his brother.
“I-it fucking turns me on, okay?” hissed Dean.
Sam pulled back slightly, swallowing. “Really?”
“Yes - aah,” Dean moved his hand to the side of his swollen stomach.
“Can I... can I fuck you, Dean?” asked Sam quickly, feeling his cock hardening. Fuck, please, please, please.
“God, yes,” said Dean, rubbing his huge belly a few times, before taking his hand away. “So fucking horny. Please, fuck me, Sam.”
A shiver ran down Sam’s spine and he climbed onto the bed, helping his brother roll onto his back. His stomach protruded hugely, small ripples of motion still appearing across it. Dean moved his legs apart widely, doing his best to give Sam some leverage. Sam swallowed and reached out, giving Dean’s moving belly a quick rub with both his hands. “Fuck, Dean,” he hissed dirtily, trailing one of his hands down to Dean’s ass. He massaged Dean’s stomach with his other hand, in an attempt to calm the child inside it. “You’re so fucking huge - so pregnant. You’re so fucking swollen, Dean-look at your stomach, full and huge and pregnant.”
Dean groaned, doing his best to lift his ass up higher. “Please, Sam, fuck me,” he groaned, his hands moving to his swollen stomach, rubbing furiously over the bulges that were appearing.
Sam snagged some lube out of the bedside table between them, his cock so hard with need that it nearly hurt. He reached down, pressing two lubed fingers into Dean’s tight ass. “So fucking tight, Dean, God, haven’t fucked you in ages.”
“Sammy,” breathed Dean, hands still massaging his round stomach. Sam pressed his other hand against it again while he fingered and loosened Dean-it was rock hard again. Sam saw a small contraction rip across it, a slight bump moving with it.
“Fuck, Dean, how does that feel?” asked Sam, pressing down harder against Dean’s hard, contracting stomach.
“Tight,” moaned Dean, “so hard and tight and full, God. Feels-feels so good. I don’t even know-it’s moving-moving all the time, fuck-fuck me, Sam. Give me your goddamn cock.”
Sam could feel pre-come leaking out of his cock. He added a final finger, moving them around inside Dean. Dean’s huge stomach was softer, the tightly stretched skin more supple. Sam massaged his lower belly soothingly as he kept stretching Dean. “God, Dean,” he sighed, “can’t wait to be in, can’t wait to fucking feel you all tight around me-tight like your huge, fucking pregnant belly.”
Dean moaned, hands moving to his popped-out bellybutton, as he massaged his stomach frantically. “Fuck, Sam, touch me, please.”
Sam slid his hand off Dean’s round belly and took hold of his brother’s cock, rubbing his thumb against the head which was wet with pre-come. “Feel good?” he asked. “Does my hand feel good on your cock?”
“Nngh, yes,” hissed Dean. “Fuck me, Sammy.”
Sam took his hand off Dean’s cock, ignoring his brother’s whimper, and lubed up his own, taking his other hand out of Dean’s ass. He put his hand on Dean’s belly again before pushing into his brother’s ass slowly. Dean let out a low groan, and Sam could feel more movement inside his brother’s full, heavily pregnant belly.
The tight heat around his cock sent shocks of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Dean,” he said, starting to fuck his brother slow, “you feel so good.”
“Harder, Sam,” groaned Dean, hands clutching at his huge stomach. “Harder!”
Sam moved his hips back sensually before slamming forwards into his brother-and, God, it felt so good. Dean’s tight ass clenched around Sam’s cock. “Ugh, Dean!” he moaned, raking his short fingernails along Dean’s belly as he moved his hand to Dean’s cock, which was an angry red colour, still leaking pre-come.
He grabbed it, squeezing it in time with his thrusts. Heat pooling in his stomach as he brought them both to orgasm. He let out a cried out loudly as pleasure tore through his body, vaguely feeling Dean shuddering against him.
He pulled out slowly a few moments later, lying down beside his brother. They were sweaty, hot and breathing heavily. All fucked out. Sam rolled onto his side reached over and putting his large hand over the huge swell of Dean’s sticking-out stomach and rubbing gently as he felt Dean’s belly hardening again. Dean tensed up beside him. “Your stomach’s going hard again,” said Sam.
“Mmm,” mumbled Dean, arching a little. Sam felt a quick, strong movement run through his brother’s huge stomach.
“Hurt?”
“Not much... more just... tight.”
Sam nodded, pressing up against Dean’s back, massaging his brother’s belly into softness again. “How...” Sam breathed out, “how are you going to... um. I think-I think you might have to g-give birth, Dean.”
Dean tensed again, the baby in his stomach giving a hard kick against Sam’s hand. “I-there’s another... I have another hole.”
Sam breathed in. “Can I touch?” he asked quietly.
Dean shifted a little. “Yeah, Sammy.”
Sam moved his hand from Dean’s belly, putting it to Dean’s legs, his brother opening for him. Sam felt around for a few moments before locating the small hole, between his brother’s cock and his asshole. Sam touched it, pushing at the entrance a little. “Wow,” murmured Sam. “Are you scared?”
“Not really.”
They both saw the lie for what it was.
Sam couldn’t resist raking his fingers up along Dean’s swollen stomach. “You’re so fucking pregnant,” murmured Sam again, sounding almost in awe, pressing against Dean’s belly a little harder as he pressed his cock up against his ass.
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When Dean’s contractions-Braxton Hicks or something-started coming more frequently, they knew that Dean’s due date was closer. Dean stepped into the bathroom, Sam following close behind this time. His swollen stomach was heavy and uncomfortable as he walked-feeling incredibly full. The child (children-Dean thought it was twins) were moving inside, making Dean’s cock harden. He placed his hand on his belly, rubbing circles as he climbed into the shower.
Sam climbed in behind him, reaching across Dean and grabbing the showerhead, slipping it out of its holder and turning on the water, fiddling with the temperature until steam started rising from the shower. Dean felt his heavily pregnant belly hardening again, this time accompanied by a swift jolt of pain as he held it, massaging the hard flesh. Sam turned the shower head and started spraying hot water against Dean’s belly. The water was warm and soothing against the stretched skin. He straightened up, cracking his aching back as he turned around. Sam pressed the torrents of water against Dean’s back.
“Fuck me, Sam,” groaned Dean, swollen stomach pressing up against the wet wall, kids rolling around inside. He held his belly again, feeling it bulging out against his splayed hands.
“Ngh,” groaned Sam from behind him. “How’re you feeling?” asked Sam, pressing two of his soapy fingers into Dean’s tight ass. Dean arched up against him, heavy stomach pressing up harder against the wall. He started rubbing it.
“Fucking horny,” replied Dean. “They’re moving again - and I want you to get your goddamn fingers out of my ass and fuck me.”
Sam obliged, removing his fingers from Dean’s and pressing his cock up against it. He held the showerhead up to Dean’s shoulder, had it facing downwards-the heavy torrents of water running down Dean’s belly. He arched forwards again as Sam shoved his cock into Dean’s ass, angling so he was hitting Dean’s prostate as he started thrusting.
Dean gasped as sparks of pleasure ran through him, the children tumbling around frantically in his stomach, bumping against the surface of his stomach. Sam slunk his other hand around as he thrust into Dean’s ass, rubbing his stomach. “Moving,” he hissed hotly beside Dean’s ear, “I can feel them - fuck, Dean, you’re so goddamn beautiful and huge and pregnant-God-”
“Anyone’d -think - you had a -pregnancy kink, Sammy,” panted Dean, reaching down underneath his full stomach to grab his painfully hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, coming under his stomach a second or two before Sam.
“Maybe,” grunted Sam, pressing a kiss against Dean’s neck.
A few moments later, Sam still in him, he felt something trickle down between his legs. “Fuck, I think my water just broke-God,” hissed Dean a powerful surge of pain ripping through his body. “Fuck!” he held onto his swollen stomach that was now hard as rock and visibly moving with the contraction.
Through the pain, he felt Sam’s hands touch his stomach, pressing against the hard flesh. “It’s okay, Dean-it’ll be okay,” he spoke into Dean’s ear, beginning to rub Dean’s stomach.
A few seconds later, it began to soften again, most of the pain receding. “God-”
“Turn around, Dean,” said Sam, taking his hot hand off his brother’s contracting stomach.
Dean turned around and Sam held the showerhead close to his stomach, the warm water feeling soothing against the tight, aching flesh. “Do you want to get out of the shower?” asked Sam, his voice coloured with worry as he held the shower head to Dean’s stomach again.
Inside, the kids were moving around like crazy, hurting but sending sparks of arousal down to Dean’s cock. “Fuckkk, no,” moaned Dean, reaching down and grabbing his cock.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” groaned Sam, reaching out to rub Dean’s moving belly as another painful contraction ripped through, feeling like a surge through his stomach. Dean backed up against the wall. His hands were shaking on his cock because of the pain, but he focused on the feeling water against the intense pressure inside him and the feeling of Sam’s hand trying to massage away the pain and strong movement in his hugely swollen belly.
Dean thrust quickly into his hand a few times, coming a few moments later- the feeling of release competing with the pain of his surging contraction. Abruptly, he felt a heavier pressure in his lower abdomen. “Fuck!” he cried out, sliding down the wall so he could sit down. Sam was down beside him in a minute, hands on Dean’s forehead and then his rock hard stomach. He felt a large hand pressing against his heavily pregnant belly, moving around and pressing in different places before pushing just against his lower abdomen. Dean let out a whimper of pain as his stomach hardened even more, a throbbing surge tearing through his body as he felt something moving lower-down the birth canal, his brain supplied.
“How is it, Dean? Is anything going wrong?” asked Sam frantically, pressing against Dean’s lower belly again, his other hand still aiming the spray of water against Dean. “It’s moved lower-how’s your birth opening-” Dean felt Sam take his hand off his stomach and reach down to the new hole. Sam pressed his finger in before adding a few more.
“Agh!” cried Dean as the building contraction became another agonizing surge ripped through his huge stomach.
“It’s okay, Dean, you’ll be okay, it’s okay,” said Sam, voice panicked as he put down the showerhead, pressing one hand against Dean’s painful stomach and his birth opening.
Dean grabbed either side of his midsection with his hands, could feel things moving inside, as he massaged it with his hands, trying to relieve some of the pressure and pain. Something moved further down and Dean felt intense burning down low, between his legs.
Suddenly, an intense urge-need to push shred through him along with another contraction. “Sam!” he cried as he pushed-feeling his hard stomach give way for a moment as he did so. Something was pressing down low.
“Keep going, Dean!” said Sam, “I can see a head-”
Dean let a scream as he pushed again, the pressure in his stomach near unbearable. “God, Sam-I can feel it-” Another contraction tore through him and he pushed again. He felt something push out.
“It’s the head,” said Sam excitedly, “just a few more pushes, Dean!”
Dean grunted, and pushed again, his stomach bouncing. Sweat dripped down his forehead, heat burning across his entire body. “Fuck!” he cried, pushing the infant out with a final push.
“It’s a boy-” said Sam, placing it on Dean’s still hugely pregnant stomach. “I’ll just get a knife-to cut the cord-”
Dean could barely focus on the small baby resting on him as another excruciatingly painful surge tore through his swollen belly. “Sam!” he cried out, but Sam was back with a knife and a bed cover and he was taking the baby off of his belly.
“Are you okay, Dean?” asked Sam anxiously as he cut the baby’s cord and placed it down gently on the blanket.
“Still-still hurting, S-Sammy,” groaned Dean, clutching his belly. He felt something else moving down the birth canal, the overbearing need to push started again as his stomach ached.
Sam checked his birth opening. “It’s another head,” he said, “you were right, Dean! Twins-do you need to push yet?” Sam put his hand on Dean’s swollen belly and rubbed, his palm pressing down.
“Now-” groaned Dean as he started pushing again. He was losing energy-just wanted it to end. But he kept pushing as hard as he could, feeling the baby moving down his birth canal. “D-D’you see it?” panted Dean, his stomach heaving. Sam kept rubbing.
“No-wait, yes! Not much longer now, Dean-you’re doing so good!”
With a final push, the blood-covered baby came out. “It’s another boy,” said Sam, taking it and cradling it to his chest for a few moments before cutting its cord and putting it beside its brother.
Dean laid back, breathing heavily, his deflating, but still huge, stomach heaving with his breathing. He felt Sam rub it gently. “You did so well, Dean...” he said quietly.
Dean bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach hardened, another surge ripping through his stomach. “Fuck!” he cried, eyes flying open.
“Dean-Dean, what’s wrong?” asked Sam worriedly.
Dean reached up shakily to touch his hard stomach-there was something still moving inside-God, there was-another surge of pain tore through his stomach as something dropped lower, down between his legs. “Fuck, it hurts!” cried Dean, throwing his head back as he grabbed his stomach, another contraction shredding through it.
“It’s the afterbirth-it’s-”
Dean pushed again, the labour pains almost unbearable. “Fuck-do you-”
“A head, I see the head!” said Sam, sounding breathless. He put his hand back on Dean’s stomach, massaging it encouragingly.
Dean groaned. “God-” he pushed, feeling the sensation of something popping out.
“One more push!”
He breathed in deeply, another severe contraction sweeping across his stomach, and pushed, feeling the baby come out. “Nghhh,” groaned Dean, going limp. He focused on not breathing too hard, on not hurting his belly.
“A girl,” whispered Sam. “They’re so beautiful, Dean... you’re so beautiful...”
“M’just...” Dean closed his eyes.
Sam put a hand to his forehead. “Yeah, sleep, baby. I’ll take care of this.”
Additional A/N: I have a few more ideas for mpreg fics, but I was just thinking-- if you guys would like me to write any plot bunnies/a fic for you, feel free to ask! Just, I'll only write pregnant!Dean, though. I'm just starting to write mpreg, so I think I'll wait a little while before I write both of them pregnant at the same time. ;)