The MPREG Anthology IV

Tommy peeked into the room, making sure Dennie had everything he needed. Dennie noticed him peeking and grinned up at him, waving his toy blocks at him to assure him everything was alright, including the baby within him. Tommy nodded with a small smile and went to his study to continue his report.

Dennie getting pregnant was more of a happy accident than most. When they first met, Tommy was working at an institute for the mentally challenged in Neo-Earth while Dennie was a patient there, institutionalized since he was 5 years old after being officially diagnosed with Sudden Occlumental Anomaly, or SOA for short, which is a type of Down’s Syndrome privy to Neo-Earth citizens.

Unlike Earth’s Down’s Syndrome which causes the usual slight deformity and distinctive facial features, SOA slightly enhances them more, making them stand out and look somewhat beautiful, making the anomaly almost undetectable and can be quite deceiving at its first stages. But the downside was that the IQ level of SOA patients are slightly more diminished than Earth’s Down’s Syndrome, which makes learning slightly more difficult, if not challenging.

When Tommy was assigned to Dennie for speech therapy, he couldn’t help falling in love with him, not just by his beautiful looks, but also by his innocence and cute charm. It was wrong on so many levels, both morally, ethically and professionally, but Tommy lost the battle of reason and gave in to his primal urges and his heart collapsed before the poor, beautiful soul.

Since then, aside from the usual speech therapy (which is usually a one-on-one session as it would be less distracting for the patients), they would have secret private “sessions” to get it on. Of course, Tommy didn’t just barge in for fear of frightening the poor boy. He worked his way slowly, educating him the pleasures of the body through touches, caresses and kisses, with the occasional bribery of candies and treats in between. Until Dennie was willing and warmed up to him, giving him his full trust, then Tommy slowly advanced to more intimate gesture.

Dennie was a growing boy, after all, and he definitely gave in quickly to the needs of the body. Soon they were at it like rabbits, and sometimes even Dennie would be the one to initiate their private “sessions”. Tommy was no “wham-bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of person and took care to let Dennie enjoy it too rather than making it one-sided, or it would’ve been rape.

Not that it wasn’t rape to begin with anyways.

Technically it was, because despite Dennie being of age, he was considered still mentally incapable of making his own decisions, therefore it didn’t matter whether or not Dennie consented into this. Tommy knew he was committing both career suicide as well as a sort of sexual crime, but he couldn’t help it. he loved Dennie too much to stop himself.

And from Dennie’s reaction, he was sure he loved him too.

The day they first found out Dennie was pregnant, it was a tragedy on its own. They were doing their usual speech therapy in their private room when Dennie complained of severe stomach cramps. When blood seeped through the young boy’s pants, the revelation soon hit Tommy. It turned out that the doctors have neglected to sterilize Dennie as they would for all SOA patients to prevent unwanted pregnancies and more genetically disabled children, and Tommy had somehow knocked him up.

All he could do was to tell the truth to Dennie—that he was having a miscarriage—and quickly carried him into the toilet before anyone noticed and helped him endure through it as the poor baby died within Dennie before it had a chance to live. Dennie, needless to say, was devastated, crying and begging the helpless Tommy to make it stop, to save the baby in vain. The mess was dealt with quickly and quietly so no one in the institute were the wiser, and the fetus was buried deep within the gardens of the backyard where no one but he and Dennie could find.

Dennie became withdrawn for a while, aloof and giving Tommy the silent treatment, avoiding him whenever he could. He didn’t want to go through with speech therapy or any other sessions and would stare out the window at the gardens for hours, as if trying to find their baby’s resting place. No one could get a word out of him, so the secret was kept safe for now, but Tommy definitely knew it was his way of grieving for their lost child.

When Dennie got too silent for the institute’s liking, Tommy tried snapping him out of it for fear of more drastic measures by the management. He tried the usual treats bribery but Dennie did not budge. He tried apologizing and consoling him, beating himself up about it but no go. Finally Tommy himself snapped and pinned Dennie down, though still not getting a response out of the latter.

“Do you want your baby back? Is that what you want?! I’ll give it to you!”

With that, he thrust into him, putting all his sadness, grief, hate, pain, helplessness and guilt he had been bottling up within him into every thrust. When Dennie still did not respond, silently enduring his rough sex, Tommy finally broke, begging and sobbing as he cried out for Dennie to respond.

“I love you…I love you…I’m sorry…Please…Please just talk to me…Please…”

Whether it was the sexual intrusion or Tommy’s cries, it got through Dennie and Dennie finally responded, crying silent tears as he wrapped himself around Tommy, bringing him closer as they made love over and over again that night in Dennie’s room.

When Dennie got pregnant again, they were, of course, very happy, but they also had to be careful not to be found. The morning sickness thankfully went unnoticed, but when the food craving and baby bump settled in, Tommy had to forge some documents to say that Dennie had been transferred to another institute, when in truth, he had brought Dennie to live with him in the outskirts of the city.

Tommy quit his job and decided to open his own psychiatric practice in his home, but made sure that none of his patients catch sight of Dennie for fear of him being reported. Speech therapy was still ongoing, as it is important to have at least one set routine for SOAs, but other than that, Tommy provided Dennie with everything he could ever want, including the freedom to do whatever activities he liked (as long as it didn’t harm the baby) and satisfy his sexual needs when that phase of pregnancy settled in. All in all, it was a peaceful pregnancy and Dennie was almost due in about a week.

“Time to take your vitamins, Dennie,” Tommy called out, bringing the bottle of vitamin juice to Dennie’s room after finishing his report. He saw a bump under the covers and smiled, shaking his head humorously.

“I know you don’t like vitamins, but it’s good for you and the ba…”

Tommy froze when he uncovered Dennie clutching his pregnant belly hard, curled up in a fetal position as he cried and sobbed like a baby himself. Blood was again seeping through the young boy’s pants, but it was a little different, like it was time. A little early, but it was definitely time.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Tommy said as he quickly took off Dennie’s pants, and saw more blood and amniotic fluid coming out as the tip of their baby’s head started peeking out of Dennie’s vagina. “How long have you been in pain?”

“I…I ‘unno…” Dennie whimpered, his habit of abbreviating words came back, but now was not the time for speech correction.

“You should’ve called me, Dennie,” Tommy said as he tried to sit the boy up in the birthing position. “It’s OK, I’m righ here. It’s gonna be OK.”

“Ish baby ‘onna ‘ie…?”

“No, our baby’s not gonna die. It’s getting ready to come out and meet us. It’s time, Dennie. Time for our baby to be born.”

“Baby comin’…?”

“Yes, baby’s coming, Dennie. Now when you feel another pain like this, I want you to push, like you’re trying to go to the toilet for doozie. Can you do that?”

“But I ‘un wanna doozie…”

“Yes, I know, but it’s the only way to get out baby out, OK? Can you do that for me, please?”

“M’kay…” Dennie nodded.

“Good. I love you so much, Dennie.”

“I ‘ov you too…Aahnn…!!”

“That’s it, push! Push!”

Straining against Tommy’s hand that held his, Dennie pushed down as hard as he could. He looked almost worried that he might actually make a doozie, but Tommy encouraged him, telling him not to hold back as the boy pushed along with the contractions.

“That’s it! That’s very good! The baby’s head is coming out! You’re doing great!”

“Pain…!! P-P-Pain…!!”

“I know it hurts, honey, hang in there. I’m right here,” Tommy reassured as he coaxed Dennie to let his hand go so he could catch the baby. “OK, try breathing like me, OK, honey? Copy me. Don’t push for a moment, just breathe like me.”

Dennie whimpered as he tried to copy Tommy’s panting, at the same time trying to resist the urge to push as the baby’s head crowned further. At the very last moment, he couldn’t hold back and gave in to the pushing, yelping out as he did when the head finally popped out.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that,” Tommy said as he wiped Dennie’s tears and sweat with the back of his palm. “You could’ve tore down there. It’s OK. It’s fully out now. You wanna feel the head, honey?”

Tentatively, Dennie reached down to touch the baby’s head. His fingers brushed past the baby’s face and he gasped, flinching back in both surprise and a little fear.

“It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s just our baby. It’s OK, don’t be scared. You can start pushing again now. I’m right here.”

Dennie nodded and waited for another contraction to come and pushed. Tommy coached and cheered him on as he tried to help ease the baby out. The young boy whimpered when he could feel the baby shift to let the shoulders out, but other than that, unless Tommy told him so, he didn’t stop pushing.

“One last push, honey, one last push!”

Dennie let out an agonized cry as he pushed down one last time, the baby finally sliding out of his womb. A bit of massaging and clapping on the baby’s back and it soon cried out its first breath.

“It’s a Neo-boy!” Tommy announced excitedly. “A lovely Neo-boy! Oh, honey, you did great!”

“P…Pain…” Dennie whimpered.

“I know it hurt, but it’s all over now.”

“No…P-P-Pain…Still…Still pain…”

“W…What…?” Tommy’s eyes widened as he looked down between Dennie’s legs to see another head crowning almost as quickly as the first baby left the boy’s womb. Blushing hard, he looked back up at Dennie in disbelief.

“T…Twins…? You’re having twins…?”

“W-Whut ish ‘at…?”

“You have two babies! Oh my god, you have two babies, honey, and No. #2 is coming out!”

“No~~No, no, no~~!! I ‘un wanna~~!! No, not ‘gin~~!!!”

“It’s OK, it’s OK, honey. It’s just the same thing, but it’s gonna be quicker. Don’t worry, I’m right here.”

“I kin duwwit~!! No~!! I ‘un wanna~~!!!”

“Shh, shh, shh~” Tommy hushed him as he kissed his forehead and cheeks, holding him close as he tried to calm him down. “It’s gonna be OK, honey. If you do this for me, I won’t ask you for anything else. I promise. And…And I’ll give you your favourite rainbow lollipop. You haven’t eaten that in a while, right? I’ll get it for you, I promise.”

“Nngghh… ‘Oo po’mise…?”

“Cross my heart, honey. Now push for me, OK? I love you.”

Dennie nodded with a sob as he pushed along with the contractions, each seemed to go on top of the other with not much breaks in between as his body was rather eager to get the baby out. Again, Tommy tried to get Dennie to pant through the crowning process, but Dennie still couldn’t resist pushing at the last minute, earning him probably another tear. Not that it mattered now that the baby was halfway there.

“That’s it, honey. You’re almost there! Give it a couple more pushes!”

Dennie whimpered as he obeyed, feeling the baby shift for the shoulders again. Without waiting for the contraction, he tried to push that one final time to get the baby out, but not much progress.

“You have to wait for the pain to come, honey. Just one last push and it’ll be all over, I promise.”

Dennie shook his head, getting impatient and tired, but his body complied as it waited for that final contraction that finally eased the baby out into the world with that one last push.

“It’s an Earth-girl! Wow, this is rare…” Tommy said as he helped the baby to breathe, which was true, since usually when fraternal twins were born, they were either both Neo or both Earthian, not one of each.

“Ish…Ish bad…?” Dennie asked worriedly, panting as he leaned back, cold sweat littered his face and body, soaking through his shirt.

“No, no, it’s OK. Don’t worry. It just doesn’t happen that often, but it’s OK. No big deal.”

“C…Can I have…my lolly now…?”

“Sure, after you get cleaned up and have a good rest, I promise,” Tommy chuckled as he handed the twins to Dennie. “But now, our babies need their Mommy’s milk.:

“Ilk…?” Dennie asked, a little confused and a whole lotta tired.

“Milk, honey. It’s milk,” Tommy corrected. “Here, hold them like so, careful,” he put the babies in each of Dennie’s arms, “Don’t drop them now. Here, lemme get that,” he undid Dennie’s shirt and nursing bra, “and bring them close to your nipples. That’s it.”

“Ish ‘eird…” Dennie giggled. “An’ tikkles…”

“You’ll get used to it. Be thankful it doesn’t get sore now, coz it will when our babies want to feed more.”

“They cute…So cute…”

“Yeah, they’re so beautiful, just like you. You did a great job, honey, I’m so proud of you,” Tommy kissed Dennie deeply and stroke his hair. “Just relax, OK? I’ll take care of the rest.”

Tommy helped to push both afterbirths out of Dennie and sutured and cleaned him up before helping him to the guestroom to lie down so that he could change the sheets of the bed they were on just now during the birth. He was grateful for his younger years watching his midwife mother delivering babies to have the basic know-how, and being a certified doctor (albeit the profession), all the better. By the time he was done, Dennie was fast asleep and so were the twins in his arms.

Gently, he removed the babies from Dennie’s embrace and put them in the Moses basket next to the young boy. He couldn’t tell whether or not his twins might inherit SOA from their mother, but right now, it didn’t matter. He would love them all the same, and he would cross the hurdle when it comes.

“Hello, my little twins,” he whispered as he stroke the twins’ cheeks. “You’re a bit of a surprise, but welcome to the world, sweeties. I think I’m gonna name you…George,” he tapped his Neo-son’s nose, “and Georgina,” he then tapped his Earth-daughter’s nose, “and whatever your mother can think of for your names when he wakes up will be your middle names.”

Tommy turned to watch Dennie sleeping peacefully, tired out from the day’s ordeal, but still as beautiful as the first day they met. He knew there would be trials and tribulations ahead, especially if one day their relationship and their children were made public, but he knew too that it will be worth all the risk.

“I love you, Dennie,” Tommy kissed Dennie tenderly. “And I’ll protect this family no matter what.”

As if he heard him, Dennie smiled in his sleep.