Intersex

Note: This was originally supposed to be an alternate ending for Aldin , but it morphed into its own short story. Also please note that Aldin is not my character. Instead I decided to just work with Connor and Jake.

Contains: Mpreg, Birth.

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Jake said that he wanted a big family. And Connor just wanted to please Jake. Connor ate and drank what he was told to. He took medications as instructed. He had sex regularly. And he faced the consequences.

Even though Connor was intersex, and had both the male and female genitalia, he had always lived and operated as a boy. As far as anyone could tell, he was a boy. It was only when he was pregnant that feminine features came to the forefront.

His vaginal lips had gotten plump and tingly, leaving him continually aroused. He had developed B-cups so far, but the mounds were getting bigger every day, his nipples continually erect. His bottom had started to plumpen as well, which was new for him, but he didn't pay it much mind. As with his last two pregnancies, Connor's arms, legs, back, and face remained slim, his body left straining to support his condition.

The pressure on his groin was immense. Sometimes he would clutch his bulging lips and think he was in labor, when in actuality, he was just feeling the incredible force of all the babies weighing heavily on his gender. Connor didn't know how many he was carrying this time around. He just felt like they might pop out of him at any moment.

"Connor, was your hand up?"

Connor froze as the class directed it's attention to him. He had honestly been reaching behind him to rub his lower back. He quickly examined the equation scrawled across the board. "The answer is EM squared multiplied by 2.7x minus 2. Excuse me." Somehow Connor managed to heave himself up from his seat. He could feel his classmates staring as he waddled out of the room.

College was tough enough without being pregnant. Connor had insisted on staying in school rather than allowing his pregnancies to interrupt his hopes of graduating. Though sometimes Jake preferred Connor at home, coddled, and stuffed with food at every waking moment. Connor didn't know why Jake kept him pregnant. It was like they were making an adorable little army.

In the hallway, Connor placed his hands on the wall, stretching his back a little. His belly bobbed slightly with his heavy breathing. He looked as though he had a beachball stuffed in his sweatshirt. His massive belly button stuck out like a golf ball. The last pregnancy had yielded six babies. And this time Connor was even bigger. He gulped as he gazed at the round mound. He was a week overdue.

It was a good thing Jake was loaded. The various nannies Jake employed allowed Connor to devote time to his studies. Not that he didn't spend as much time with the babies as he could.

"Ooohhh," Connor groaned quietly, his hand moving to the side of his belly. His belly button twitched slightly as he was assaulted with various movements. The pressure on his loins seemed greater than ever, but he hoped this was just another false alarm. Much as he wanted to end his latest pregnancy, he knew that it would just be replaced with another, probably larger, litter of babies. Jake had made it clear that they weren't stopping any time soon.

"Oh!" Something released. There was a splash of liquid. "Darn it." Connor turned so that he could lean his back on the wall now. His face flushed as he felt his belly begin to contract. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, before hitting the speed dial. "J-Jake?" He said weakly, closing his eyes. "Ohhh...mmmm...t-they're coming." His nipples ached. His free hand reached down to rub his bottom, which also felt uncomfortably pressurized for some reason.

"How long can you hold out?" said Jake on the other line.

Connor's eyes snapped open. "What?" He said in alarm.

"I'm in a meeting."

"Pick me up Jake, or I swear--" Connor released a long groan. He gripped his belly.

Jake sighed. "On my way."

Connor hung up the phone, praying Jake didn't drag his feet. He made his way into an empty classroom and sat down in a chair, where he tried to breathe and rocked himself.

But soon he had to heave himself up again. They were coming. Coming fast. Connor placed his hands on the front desk, leaning on it as he grunted and trembled, his belly wracked with forceful contractions. "Oh god," he panted as his belly heaved. "Slow down."

The door opened. "Connor? Are you okay?"

It was one of his classmates from the math course he had stepped out of. Her name was Gina.

"F-fine," Connor forced out, his face sweaty and flushed.

Gina looked doubtful. "Let me call you an ambulance."

"N-no, it's fine." Jake was insistent on home births. Jake didn't like getting doctors involved.

Gina frowned and left, and Connor just struggled to breathe. He held the underside of his belly as the babies bore down harder than ever. After going through labor twice before, he knew that every time was a little faster and easier. His greatest worry was having to give birth at the college. Once it started, he wouldn't be able to stop. The last thing he wanted was to spend hours laboring surrounded by gawking college students, popping out baby after baby like a pregnant farm animal. Being a pregnant man was embarrassing enough as it was. Where was Jake?

Connor felt a weird tightness in his hips. Before he could even deliberate what it was, something released. There was another splash.

"Oh god," said Connor, stunned by the flow of fluid that had released from his anus. That had never happened before.

He fumbled to pull out his phone, when the door opened again. "I'm here." Jake entered.

Connor's pain had doubled and he couldn't respond. Squeezing his eyes shut, he groaned through a powerful contraction as Jake got behind him, wrapping his arms beneath Connor's low belly.

"You know I can't drop everything every time you decide to drop," Jake muttered.

"God you're a prick," Connor groaned, as Jake pulled Connor's sweatshirt up over his head, leaving Connor wearing a light button-down that stretched tightly over his mound.

After the contraction ended, Jake helped Connor out of the building and to Jake's sports car, Connor forced to wait as Jake put a plastic cover on the seat. And then Connor squeezed in. The seat was as far back as it could go but it was still a tight fit.

Connor trembled, feeling nervous about the increasing pressure on his backside. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. It had never happened in his previous deliveries. Connor slid his hand down to his bottom, Jake looking mildly interested as he glanced Connor's way.

Another contraction tore through Connor's belly, Connor's eyes tearing as he tried to hold on. He wiggled and writhed as Jake casually sped through the streets. Connor cupped the underside of his belly as though this would slow things down.

"They're coming?" said Jake.

"No, I mean, obviously, it's j-just--"

His hips felt tight and uncomfortable and it was only getting worse. He could feel something shift towards his rectal opening, causing his eyes to widen. His pelvis tightened, his hips bulging, throbbing, feeling like they might break. "Nnggghhhhhh..." Something wasn't right. "Two are coming," Connor managed to say breathlessly. "Coming at...ohhh...at the same time." Connor held his hips. Jake looked mildly surprised.

"You mean from--"

"Yes, from the back," snapped Connor, his eyes watering. "Ohhhh..." Why was this happening?

They made it to the house and Jake helped Connor inside. Connor had a significantly awkward waddle by then. When they entered the house, Connor could hear several of their children crying in the surrounding rooms. But Jake led Connor directly to the birthing room which was only a few feet from the entrance. The room was large with fluffy carpeting, a large tub, a king sized bed, numerous cribs, and a medical table with stirrups.

Connor didn't like the stirrups. They weren't much help. He needed gravity. Connor placed his hands on the wall, his belly pressed against it. His cheeks were wet with tears.

His pants felt unbelievably tight, his bottom stretching it out. Connor felt Jake come up behind him to push Connor's pants down around his ankles, revealing Connor's widened hips, plump bottom, and opening cheeks. Connor was embarassed that his dick was erect.

"Ahhhh..." Connor groaned, as his belly contracted. He didn't want to push.

"Connor," Jake scolded.

Jake rubbed Connor's belly, his hips, he even massaged Connor's dick, Connor left whimpering. Why was he doing this to him?

"Nrrrggghhhh..." Connor's hips trembled, his bottom quivering. He came against the underside of his belly, resenting himself for it. "Oh god," Connor panted. "Ngghh...noooo..." He could feel the baby shifting towards his anus. The baby on track to his vagina was moving as well. They were still coming at the same time. This wasn't going to work. His belly was low, and he could barely stand. Connor turned away from the wall, and he allowed Jake to support him. Jake helped Connor to his knees, one of Connor's hands clinging to Jake's pant leg as Jake stood before him.

"Ohhh god." Connor held his hip, his straining belly contracting forcefully. His whole pelvis was aching. Tears ran down Connor's cheeks.

He struggled to hold on, even though his pelvis felt like it might break. But he could feel progress with each contraction as his hips widened and strained as they took in more of each baby.

He could feel that one of the babies was on the cusp of entering his vagina. His bottom quivered as the other baby continued to slowly approach his other opening.

Jake checked his watch.

"Annngghhh!" Connor cried as the baby started to crown at his vagina. He panted. His hips were so tight. Tears continued to freely run down his cheeks as he strained and pushed. The infant on tract to his anus pushed farther, just within his opening. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't slow it down. Why was it coming out of that exit!?

"Agghhh..." His body stretched and the second baby crowned. Now both were bulging slightly out of him, and Connor had no option to relax. His face was beet red as he strained and pushed, but every shift was agony. Connor's body poured sweat. He couldn't even sit down. Panting and crying, he pushed as hard as he could. He felt the slightest shift from the baby in his vagina. He was too tight. "Oh god. They're stuck," Connor choked out. It was his fault. He was too small. He wasn't equipted to bring this number of babies into the world at once. He had been stupid. Connor sobbed into Jake's pants until he had another contraction. "Nngggghhhh..."

"They are not," said Jake calmly. He stroked Connor's shoulders, his breasts, causing Connor to shiver. The baby exiting his anus pushed out an inch farther. "You need to relax," Jake stated.

Connor was perched on his knees, still clutching at Jake's legs. "It hurts so bad," he moaned. His abdomen was tight, his belly button throbbing.

Jake pulled Connor off of him. He knelt down to brush some sweat off Connor's face. He unbuttoned the top several buttons of Connor's top, allowing Connor's breasts to push out. Jake smiled in delight as Connor's nipples squirted in turn with his latest contraction.

"Errrrrggghh," Connor grunted, trembling and tense. He felt the slightest shift. He was trying to get the babies to properly crown. He could feel the pressure of his other babies pushing behind them. This was taking too long. He felt like he would burst. His belly was throbbing. "I can't."

"Connor."

Connor had no choice as another powerful contraction hit, causing both babies to push slightly farther out of him. But as the contraction ended, Connor shuddered and his muscles resigned. The baby exiting his vagina slid back into him. "Oh no...oh god," Connor cried. He wasn't progressing at all. If the first two babies were taking this much effort, who knew how he'd get through the rest.

Releasing Jake, Connor placed his hands on the floor, his belly pressing hard against the ground. Gasping for breath, he spread his legs wide. He strained with his latest contraction.

Both infants proceeded slightly, Connor whimpering as he was stretched even more tightly. It was too much for his thin body. Connor cupped the baby exiting his vagina as it again began to push out between the lips.

Jake rubbed his back. "Keep going."

"Gyahhh!" Connor cried as the other baby's head popped out of his anus. He gasped for breath, contractions tearing through him, one on top of the next. He strained and reddened as he struggled to push out the shoulders next. "Ngghhh, ahhhh..." The baby exiting his vagina pushed out farther. He felt Jake supporting the baby coming out behind him as one of the shoulders popped free. Connor reached down, doing his best to support the baby exiting his vagina as the head pushed out with his next contraction. "Ohhh..." Connor breathed, this time in relief as he felt Jake gently tug the baby behind him free of his anus. The room filled with a hoarse wailing, and Connor had never felt so relieved.

As he had another contraction, Jake brought the baby to one of the cribs. Connor kept pushing the baby exiting his vaginal opening, and as he did, he could feel another baby working its way towards his anus. "Oh god," Connor moaned. Not again. He couldn't give birth from both openings twice in a row. But as his belly contracted, he had no choice but to push. He gasped as the shoulders of the baby in his vagina slowly pushed out of him. He carefully supported the baby as it was completely freed. As it cried, Connor cried. He sunk down to his sore bottom, holding the baby to his chest and allowing it to nurse.

Jake returned to Connor's side, and took to rubbing Connor's still-massive belly. Connor could do little more than try to catch his breath. His hips were wide and sore. His belly was contracting furiously. Connor could already feel two new babies working their way to both birth canals. His eyes widening, Connor quickly handed the baby in his arms to Jake, the baby crying at being so rudely detached. Yelping, Connor got onto his knees so that neither of his openings were pressing the floor. He groaned and rubbed his quivering bottom. The babies were coming fast, yet he felt unsteady. "Jake," he pleaded, watching as Jake lowered the second baby into a crib. "Nngghhhh...I'm scared I'm gonna, mmmghhhff, f-fall and h-hurt them." His voice quavered. Connor was always emotional after giving birth. He looked down at his swollen belly. There were lots more where the first two had come from. He was in for a long night.

Connor groaned as Jake helped him to his feet. Connor clutched at his very-low belly, pressure shooting down to his pelvis, making him feel like the babies might just start spilling out. Jake helped him waddle over to the tub. As Jake turned it on and waited for it to fill up, Connor leaned down and grasped the edge, breathing in puffs as his belly quaked with contractions. He groaned and spread his legs as he felt two babies inching towards his openings. One was almost about to crown. Connor continued to breathe, red and sweaty.

The tub was full. Jake removed Connor's shirt, and helped him to carefully ease his fecund body down into the water.

Connor leaned back, shifting his bottom from touching the floor of the tub. The water made things easier. It came up to his swelling, engorged breasts, hiding his nipples, but allowing his ample cleavage to protrude. Connor's belly crowned out of the water, too massive a dome to be concealed. Connor leaned back, feeling somewhat more comfortable. "Ohhhhh..." He held the side of his belly as a baby started to crown between his legs. Panting, he looked up at Jake. "Why," he croaked out, unable to resist asking. "Why so many?" He just wanted to know. He took in Jake's tender gaze. He saw the way Jake's pants had tented out since earlier on in the labor. Connor knew that Jake would reimpregnate him as soon as he could.

Jake simply cupped Connor's cheek. "You're my perfect little breeder."

Connor squeezed eyes shut as his pelvis tightened. He could do little more than rub it as he strained. "Oh god, oh god..." And so he pushed.

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Connor labored all night and into the next afternoon. He changed locations a few times. He passed out towards the evening, but could still feel babies moving inside of his somewhat-smaller mound. He awoke in the middle of the night, shifting and squirming, before managing to birth two more, with a sleepy Jake by his side.

And then it was over.

Connor sat hunched in his and Jake's bed, face flushed, panting, as he hugged himself, hugged his bloated belly. He was aching and sore and badly dehydrated. Was it really over? Connor felt Jake beside him, rubbing his back.

And then things got blurry and Connor dropped to his side.

He was unconscious for thirty hours.

As he slept, Jake connected him with IV lines to get him hydrated, and injected him with medications to facilitate his recovery.

When Connor awoke, he looked down at himself. He felt weary...but better. He was in a tank top and boxer shorts. He noticed that his ordinarily slim hips seemed a deal wider. His breasts were engorged and had managed to swell up to plump Cs, cleavage bulging against his low cut top.

His belly had become a round mound of fat that bulged from the bottom of the tank top and made him look as though he was still pregnant--albeit to a lesser degree. He looked as though he was six months along.

His back, legs, and arms remained slim, as usual. He never seemed to gain much weight except to facilitate his pregnancies.

Connor ran his hands along his skin. Everything was firm and supple from whatever drugs Jake used on him. He was largely back to normal, if somewhat larger. He idly patted his belly.

Connor released a muffled grunt as Jake's lips caught him by surprise.

Regaining his composure, Connor kissed Jake back as Jake climbed onto the bed beside him. Connor felt himself blush as Jake buried his face in his cleavage, teasing Connor's nipples with his tongue, sucking Connor's milk.

"Stop it," Connor gently scolded. "That isn't for you."

As Jake raised his face, and gave Connor a hard stare, Connor gulped. He knew that look. Jake went back to kissing Connor's lips and neck, Connor leaning back as Jake slowly climbed over him.

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Connor was not given much time to recuperate. According to Jake, a proper breeder needed no such thing. Connor returned to school the very next day, his breasts bloated to D-cups from nursing. His rounded belly looked as though he was eight months along, no thanks to Jake. Connor absently rubbed the plump mound which wasn't especially discreet in the loose t-shirt he was wearing. When Connor wasn't reflecting on his latest developments, he was dozing off in his desk.

"Oh wow."

Connor snapped awake. He looked around to see that the math class was over. The only other person on the room was Gina, who was presently standing opposite his desk.

Connor noticed that his breasts were beginning to bulge against his bra cups. He tugged at it in discomfort. If he grew any larger, he was going to leak.

"Connor, you..."

"Yeah, I had them." Connor looked up, unable to control the weak smile that crossed his face. "Seven girls, three boys."

"Oh wow," Gina repeated, stunned.

"Yeah," said Connor, his smile becoming an awkward one. "Jake, um...wants a...big family."

"Oh, well, congrats," said Gina, unable to help noticing that Connor had used "wants" rather than "wanted," as though having a large family was still an aspiration. "Well you didn't take much time off."

Connor swallowed. "I just d-don't want to fall behind," he said, wincing as his bra pinched more into his swelling breast flesh. "Darn, I promised I'd stop home for lunch." Connor held the desk and carefully unwedged himself from it. He might have been better off staying with the desk in the back with a separated seat for people who couldn't fit in the regular ones. Connor looked down at his belly uneasily.

Gina noticed him rub the small of his back as he had before. Connor was significantly smaller but didn't look any less pregnant. Dismissing it, Gina forced a smile as she walked him out into the hallway. "A big family, huh?"

The End