Chapter 7 “Does it hurt?” They were in the shower. Jonah looked down at the huge, gravid shape that jutted out from under his rib cage. Lorenzo stood behind him, body pressed against the curve of his back, hands reaching around to rub his belly softly. “Uh, I … not really … it feels really weird.” “Don’t you think I should call the hospital –” “No!” said Jonah, holding onto Lorenzo’s hands as they started to slip from his belly. So, Lorenzo just held Jonah, feeling his deep breathing through his back, carefully caressing his full belly as the contractions came and the warm water sprayed down from the shower head over them both. Lorenzo suddenly realized that neither of them had talked about how the baby was going to come out. Kissing Jonah sweetly on the back of his neck, he reached down between the twin curves of his lover’s ass cheeks and felt for his hole. He was somewhat relieved to discover, that Jonah’s usually tight hole was slacking, loosening with each contraction to allow the baby’s head to drop. Jonah moaned as Lorenzo slipped three fingers into his ass. His knees buckled slightly and he pushed back against Lorenzo’s chest. “Here,” Lorenzo said, sitting down against the back of the tub. “Rest against me.” Jonah, smirking slightly, lowered himself down between Lorenzo’s legs, sighing as the weight left his feet and the warm water fell against his chest and belly. The tub was large and so they fit quite comfortably. Lorenzo wrapped his arms around Jonah, reaching down to hold his large belly as it tightened. Jonah began to laugh as he felt, Lorenzo’s raging erection pressing hard against his upper ass and lower back. “You’re such a perve.” “Oh yeah? And what about you?” said Lorenzo indignantly, reaching down to tug on Jonah’s own hard cock. “I got like nine pounds of baby pressing against my prostate. What’s your excuse?” “You’re sexy,” Lorenzo said huskily, kissing the crown of Jonah’s head. Jonah began to breathe very heavily, panting slightly and pressing his chin again his chest while pushing his legs farther apart. “Oh, woah, ok that hurts … oh fuck,” Jonah said, hands rushing to his belly as a gush of water was released from his ass. “Holy fuck! Water? What the fuck was that water?!” “It’s ok, it’s normal. Your water just broke,” Lorenzo said, rubbing Jonah’s belly reassuringly. “The baby should be coming more quickly now. We should get you to the bed.” “Ok,” said Jonah, lifting himself shakily out of the tub and drying himself off. Lorenzo followed him closely as he headed back – still butt-naked – to the bed. Jonah paused a moment in the door, breathing deeply through his nose, holding onto the doorframe with one hand and onto his belly with the other. Lorenzo rubbed his back and murmured comfortingly. “It really hurts,” Jonah said. “I know, baby. I got you.” Jonah crawled onto the bed on all fours, leaning his flushed and sweaty face against the headboard, moaning deeply as his back sagged, his belly almost touching the mattress. He parted his legs so that his naked ass was low towards the bed. When the next contraction came he screwed up his face, ass swiveling uneasily against the pressure of the baby beginning to descend. Lorenzo, also naked, had gotten behind Jonah and gently spread his ass to look at his hole, which was now gaping widely. Lorenzo rubbed Jonah’s back as another contraction hit and kissed him lightly on the flank. “Oh fuck. I think it’s time to push, I really need push,” Jonah said, gripping the bed sheets with his raw knuckles. “Ok,” said Lorenzo, somewhat shaky himself. “But shouldn’t you be on your back, or something.” “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before … yeah, you’re probably right,” Jonah said gruffly with panting breath. He gingerly turned himself over, collapsing against the pillows and looking up into his lover’s beautiful anxious smile. “It’s ok. You’re doing so well!” Lorenzo said, reaching to rub Jonah’s seizing belly. Feeling another contraction coming on, Jonah spread his legs as wide as he could, gripping them behind the knee and pressing his chin to his chest. Lorenzo got down between his legs, rubbing Jonah’s thigh and encouraging him to push. Jonah let out a low manly groan, sweat dripping down the side of his face. After several more contractions, Lorenzo’s head shot up excitedly from behind Jonah’s belly. “I can see the head!” he shouted. He leaned beamingly over Jonah, hands resting beside his belly and kissed him deeply. “More! More! Keep pushing!” Jonah chuckled a little, and prepared himself for the next contraction, bracing his heels and pulling with his hands on the base of his belly. He felt the big round head of the baby slowly making its way toward his opening. He gasped in surprise as he felt it stretch his ass wider than he had ever believed it was able to stretch, his face red, his body raised up on his quivering elbows. “Jonah,” Lorenzo said from between Jonah’s leg, a look of excitement and fascination on his face. “The head’s out.” “No shit, really?” Jonah said, panting and amazed. Lorenzo gently took Jonahs hand and brought it down between his legs. Jonah laughed as he felt the wet round shape of the head protruding out from his body. He looked up at Lorenzo who was smiling proudly and excitedly. “You’re almost there.” Jonah nodded and lied back as the final huge contraction hit. “Oh FUCK!” cried Jonah as the shoulders reached his opening. Lorenzo, between his legs, supported the baby’s head as the rest of the body slipped out of him. Jonah gasped and collapsed back on the pillows exhaustedly as he heard the baby cry. Lorenzo, wet eyed and holding the big and healthy looking baby against the warmth of his bare chest, brought it over the Jonah. “It’s a boy,” Lorenzo said gruffly, carefully placing the baby in Jonah’s arms. “Oh, oh,” Jonah said, his eyes wet and brimming as he looked into his son’s face. “That’s one damn beautiful baby,” chuckled Lorenzo, lying down next to Jonah and caressing the baby’s head gently. They lay that way in silence for a while, Jonah still breathing deeply, clutching the baby against his chest and smiling with Lorenzo at his cute little face, wet tuft of dark hair, and funny little nose. The sky was barely beginning to brighten outside and a few early birds were beginning to chirp in the park down the street. “What’s going to be his name?” Lorenzo said softly. “Tony,” Jonah said, after a long while. “Aw, little Antonio!” Lorenzo said, ruffling Jonah’s hair in a brotherly sort of way and kissing little Tony gently on the top of his head. The baby leaned against Jonah’s chest, little lips latching onto Jonah’s nipple while his tiny hands held onto Jonah’s pecs, which had filled out with milk towards the end of his pregnancy so that it looked like he’d been doing a lot of bench presses. As little Tony began to suck, Jonah looked up into Lorenzo’s face and kissed him sweetly. “Thank you,” he said, smiling tiredly. “I love you so much.” Chapter 8 Jonah slept until evening and when he awoke, Lorenzo was standing by the window with little Antonio in his arms, watching as the little baby’s strong grip took his big fingers. “Hey, niño. What, are you some kind of tough guy? Oh look. Little papa’s awake.” Lorenzo gently lowered the baby into a large suitcase he’d found in Leroy’s closet and placed next to the bed after filling it with pillows and blankets. Then he joined Jonah on the bed, where they lay and looked over the edge, watching the baby fall asleep in his makeshift crib. “It’s weird how heavy he is,” said Lorenzo. “When I first picked him up I couldn’t believe it.” “Oh, man. Look at that cute little yawn,” Jonah chuckled. “Do you think he needs to eat?” “Nah, he ate just a little while ago,” said Lorenzo, resting his head on his arms. “While I was asleep?” “Yup.” “I must have been worn out.” “Yeah, I wonder why.” Jonah lay back into the pillows. Lorenzo shifted over so that he was between Jonah’s legs and began to nuzzle his thigh. “Hey,” Jonah said, softly. “Hey, what?” Lorenzo answered, looking up. “Let’s make a baby.” “Uh, little papa?” “Yes, daddy-o?” “You just had a baby.” “I know, he’s beautiful and I love him so much already. So, let’s make another one.” “Dude,” said Lorenzo, sitting back on his knees. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea, you just had a baby. Aren’t you sore, and tired, and – ” Jonah rolled over onto his chest, lifting up his beautiful ass, which peaked out nakedly over the top of his briefs. “You know,” said Lorenzo, putting his hands on his hips. “You’re making it really hard to be a gentleman with an ass like that.” “So shut up and don’t be a gentleman,” Jonah grinned, reaching a hand back to tease one of Lorenzo’s nipples and wagging his ass slowly from side to side. Lorenzo gently parted Jonah’s buttocks. “No fucking way,” Lorenzo said, looking down at Jonah’s hole, which had resumed its virginal tightness, his opening barely visible – it was as though he’d never been pregnant at all. “What is it?” Jonah asked, turning his head around self-consciously. “Nothing,” Lorenzo said, patting Jonah’s ass affectionately. “You’re just a strange and extraordinary person, little papa.” Lorenzo began to lick Jonah’s miraculous hole, causing his lover to moan and shake his head from side to side. Jonah rolled over, wrapping his legs around Lorenzo and pulling him by the buttocks with his hands. Lorenzo gasped slightly from his lover’s eagerness and reached down to aim himself into his lover’s entrance. In one smooth stroke Lorenzo was buried in Jonah, the round tip of his cock throbbing against Jonah’s tender prostate. Looking down, Lorenzo could only shake his head at the beautiful tight surfaces of Jonah’s chest and belly – where his navel had bowed only a day before, now his silky skin stretched against the rippling muscles of his belly. Lorenzo leaned forward and pulled Jonah into his strong arms, panting and grasping Jonah by his shoulder blades – the pleasure was almost unbearable. Jonah, sensing that Lorenzo might be too overwhelmed to fuck him properly, roughly bucked against Lorenzo’s cock so that the smooth and trembling member plunged again and again into him. As if suddenly awaking from a dream, Lorenzo lifted Jonah up - still fucking – and slammed his back against the headboard of the bed, thrusting desperately as if the growling breaths that thundered from him were his last on earth. *** “So,” Lorenzo panted into Jonah’s ear, as they both collapsed, spent, against the pillows, Lorenzo’s weeping cock still inside Jonah. “Do you think we did it?” “I think,” Jonah said, noticing that he didn’t have the same weird sensation he’d had after Goon had fucked him. “I think we might have to try again.” “And again, and again, and again … ” Lorenzo whispered, nibbling on Jonah’s ear and causing him to laugh. “So the sex is still ok without the belly?” Jonah asked. “Ok? Are you kidding?! I, I …” Lorenzo flushed, burying his face in Jonah shoulder. “Look at it this way, I’m really spent but I just don’t want to close my eyes – I can’t close my eyes – all want to do is look at you.” Jonah smiled, looking onto Lorenzo’s beautiful face, the masculine curl of his lips, the dark eyes, and boyish dimples in the olive hollows of his cheeks. After lying like that for a long time they rose, changing the musky sheets for fresh ones. Then Lorenzo gently picked Antonio up from where he’d been nestled in the suitcase and brought him into the bed to lie between them as they drifted off to sleep, foreheads touching on the pillow. Chapter 9 When Jonah awoke his head was throbbing and he felt strangely disoriented – it took him a long time to remember why he was in Leroy’s apartment. He reached over, past Antonio who was curled next to him sleeping, but the bed was empty where Lorenzo had lain. He looked at the window where sunlight came pouring into the dark room on a singly ray. “Lorenzo?” He said, and then jumped as he heard the snap of a match lighting across the room. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked across the room where he saw a man with shock-white hair sitting in one of Leroy’s colorfully upholstered armchairs lighting a long mahogany pipe. He had on a long slate-blue smoke jacket and an ivory-headed cane was leaning against the wall at his side. “Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here? Where is Lorenzo?!” “My name is Professor Emile Cornelius Ramsay and I must admit I am a little disappointed in you, Jonah. I did tell you to contact me if you were ever in need or in danger, did I not?” It was then that Jonah remembered his encounter with the strange man in the bar. “Where is Lorenzo?” Jonah repeated. “This was on the kitchen table when I came in – trouble in the family, or so I gather.” The professor held out a quarter-folded piece of paper. Jonah took it and read the note that was scribbled hurriedly in Lorenzo’s handwriting. It said that Lorenzo had suddenly got the news that his mother had died and that his relatives had come to take him to her home in Cuba. Jonah, looked up, confused, his head still ringing and a strange fog making it difficult to understand what was happening. He reached down in the bed to where Antonio was gently squirming, his eyes looking up at Jonah with wide curiosity. Gently, he brought the baby to his chest where the tiny lips instinctively latched on to his nipple. “What do you want?” Jonah asked. “Only to offer you a rare opportunity. I am the captain of a scientific research vessel – a submarine called the Esmeralda – and I have an opening in the crew. I want you to join the other men on our vessel.” “And why the fuck would I go anywhere with you?” “Well,” said the professor in a fatherly way, leaning forward pensively. “Take a look at your situation. You’re jobless – you haven’t been to work in weeks. You have a newborn baby, who will need constant attention from you, not to mention monitoring from a medical professional that you can’t afford. You’re living in someone else’s apartment and who knows when they’ll be back to dispossess you of your home. You are a man who has given birth to a baby – what sort of a reaction do you think that will elicit from anyone whose help you ask for? Fear? Disgust? Hate? Your lover has left for Cuba, there’s no one else in the world on whom you can rely, and you have no idea when or where your next meal will come.” Jonah could only stare, speechless. It was if the strange and miraculous bubble he’d been living in for the last nine months had burst and the gravity of his situation had finally become apparent to him. How had it not seemed strange to him before that he – a MAN – had given birth to a baby? Moreover how did he expect to care for him without Lorenzo, without a place to live, without a job. And as for Lorenzo, where had he gone? How could he just leave like that, without waking him, without saying one more time that he loved him? A tight knot formed in his throat and a dreadful panic rose in his chest as the cold chill of despair wash over him. The professor watched his face, knowingly. “Now, now, don’t be afraid. My ship has every amenity you could wish for and offers a life most men can only dream of – excitement, adventure, travels to strange and unheard of locations! Also, You will be among brothers in the crew and I will personally see to it that little Anthony is well looked after.” “Why?” “Pardon me.” “Why are you doing this?” Jonah said, worry fretting his face. “Why are you being so kind?” The professor smiled and sat down gently on the end of the bed. Jonah noticed, dimly that, despite his white hair and weather face, his footsteps were spry and he clearly had no real need of a cane. “I’m old,” said the professor. “My age has taught me the lesson of charity. And because I am a peculiar sort of man – as you may have gathered – I choose a peculiar sort of charity.” Gently, he reached over to grasp Jonah by the shoulder with a kindness and affection that Jonah’s own father and mother had never shown him. “Did you think you were the only one with your sort of special gift? Come with me and I can give you sanctuary. Come with me and I will show you the others of your kind.” Jonah looked down at little Antonio, who had fallen back to sleep against his chest. He sighed, gruffly trying to battle back tears. “Promise me, promise me that nothing bad will ever happen to my son.” “I promise,” the professor said in his rumbling voice. Jonah sighed again, and nodded. *** When they reached the waterfront it was nightfall and Jonah could only barely make out the little eddying waves below the pier. Grasping Antonio in his arms and carrying a duffel bag with some clothes and a picture of Lorenzo – his only possessions in the world – he followed the professor down one tier after another of boardwalk until they finally reached a dark and secluded part of the harbor. In the water, barely submerged, was the hull of a vast submarine. Jonah stopped, open mouthed, to marvel at it for a moment. The professor beckoned him on with some urgency. Crossing a gangway, they were soon standing on the deck of the submarine, looking down at an opened hatch out of which poured a warm amber light and the smell of something delicious cooking. “Hand little Anthony to me and you can go down first,” the professor said. Jonah pressed the baby to his chest, a frantic feeling that he couldn’t explain quickening his breath. “Trust me,” The professor said, reaching out his arms, light from the hatch glinting off of his kind eyes. Jonah slowly passed Antonio over to the professor, the baby whimpering softly as he left his father’s arms. Jonah began to climb down the iron ladder that led into the body of the vessel. When he reached to bottom he turned and looked around. He was in a hallway lined with hatch-like doors. Although some details of the submarine’s interior gave it away as a submersible vessel, in other ways it looked just like Jonah had stepped into some 17th century European manor house. The hall was lined with oddly ornate wall paper and every so often between levers, pipes and flashing buttons, he could see a plaster bust, a Venetian landscape painting or a shelf of old and musty tomes. Down the hall was the sound of something frying in a pan and of boisterous voices arguing. Jonah felt himself smile – maybe everything would turn out all right after all – and began to turn to take the baby from the professor, but a dark figure jumped at him from behind and he felt the tiny prick of a syringe at his jugular. He collapsed to the floor his vision growing foggy. He tried to call out but his voice was trapped in his throat. The figure hoisted him over its shoulder and carried him down the hall and through one of the hatch-like doors into what looked like a small bright kitchen. Jonah, about to pass out, looked up and saw a burly man who had the build of a rugby player and who was holding a skillet above a huge belly that pushed out an apron stretched comically across his manly girth. “Well, well,” said the rugby player in a cool Scottish voice as a jovial smirk came to his mouth and he rubbed his large belly with his free hand. “Would you look at what the dog dragged in.” [End of Part 1]

Chapter 4 Before anybody could break the awkward silence that followed Jonah’s confusion, a tall beautiful man with dark hair and rich olive skin came rushing into the kitchen half-dressed in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, looked around at the four breakfasters and turned to Finn, saying: “Flying fuck, Finn! What about MY breakfast?!” Finn rolled his eyes and groaned to his feet, muttering: “Your lucky to get anything at this hour.” “Who’s this?” the newcomer said as he noticed Jonah sitting among the other familiar faces. “That’s Jonah, of course.” Sid said, with his mouth half full of egg. “Oh the bar boy, right,” he nodded, smiling charmingly at Jonah. “My name’s Hakim, and if anyone asks I’m the only sane brain in this whole floating circus.” Finn snorted. Hakim turned to Finn, smirking coyly, reached to pat the round orb of the Scot’s belly. “And how’s my baby girl growing, sugar tits?” Finn let the plate he’d been holding fall into the copper sink with a clang and turned to Hakim with a roar, grabbing him by dangling ties of his pajama bottoms and pulling his as close as his over-grown gut would allow. “If you make one more crack about my tits, I swear I’ll dice your Johnson up so fine the Professor won’t be able to find it in his porridge! And secondly, how the Pete do you know that it’s a girl, I’d like to know. When our boy’s playing for rugby league and winning all his games, you’ll look a right tosser, won’t you. What are you laughing at, you pansy? Fuck all!” Finn said, shaking Hakim by the pants as he writhed with laughter, brushing tears of mirth from his drowsy eyes. “Hey, now, don’t –” Sid began to say, as the tears Hakim was brushing away fell to the floor. The room went silent. “Too late,” Jasper groaned, looking at the damp spot on the kitchen floor. “What’s the big deal?” Jonah asked, confused. “Just watch,” said Sid. Jonah looked at the tear on the floor and gasped as he saw the edges of the tiny puddle begin to froth as if the tear were boiling. Soon the froth began to grow, tiny bubbles becoming so numerous and dense that their surfaces became opaque and solid-looking. Four projections, like limbs, shot out from the now solid mass and a large head-like protrusion grew from one end. All at once the transformation was over and where the tear had fallen lay a newborn baby with strong limbs and deep midnight-blue skin. He looked up with intelligent curiosity at the circle of faces above him. “You’d better take him to see the Professor,” Finn said, barely looking twice at the baby that had miraculously appeared on the floor. “Right,” Hakim said, slinging the baby expertly onto his hip and leaning to nibble Finn sweetly on the earlobe. Finn growled. “Pleasure to meet you, new kid,” Hakim said, in Jonah’s direction. The blue child waved slightly with his pudgy hand as Hakim carried him out of the kitchen. Chapter 5 The rest of the day was spent touring all over the sub – or at least as much as they could get to. The sub was impossibly large. As many rooms as they visited – Jonah quickly lost count – he new that they had passed many more unexplored passageways and unopened hatch doors. All of the rooms were spectacular and fantastical. Some were filled with great engines and machinery that spouted puffs of steam as they powered the aquatic vessel. Others were full of odd items: old maps, prehistoric skeletons, Balinese shadow puppets, shelves full of strange powders and dried roots, Greek statuettes, Caribbean voodoo dolls, Italian street marionettes, old Hollywood posters from the 1940s, miniature mazes for lab rats to run, bird cages, a huge model replica of the Andean mountain range, and books upon books. One room was filled with stalactites and stalagmites and in its center was a pale green, sulfur-smelling pool that was lined at the bottom with quartz-like crystals and that made Jonah think he’d left the submarine entirely and entered some subterranean cave. As it grew late and the sea outside the large circular windows of the submarine turned darker and darker shades of blue, they entered one final room: a large circular space decked out like a Persian harem with large cushions, iridescent mosaics, and strange and erotic wood carving reliefs. The floor was one giant mattress and they collapsed upon it, watching the gas lamps flicker. Jonah was lying near Finn who was absently scratching his enormous belly, which was peeking out from under the old hoodie sweatshirt he had traded for his chef’s apron. Jonah stared at the beautiful, ball-like curve of his belly. It was bigger than his own belly had ever been. “So, when are you due?” Jonah asked casually. Finn looked up as if about to growl in the gruff way to which he was accustomed, but instead he looked back down at his belly and his brows softened. “I dunno … any day now, probably,” he said. “Is it your first?” Jonah asked, curiosity about Finn, about the Professor, about the whole submarine and why he, Jonah, was there on it finally forcing him to ask questions that he’d stifled since he’d woken up that morning. Finn was silent for a long time. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean …” “No it’s fine,” Finn said. “The first time I got knocked up was around the time I was playing rugby at University. It was a crap school, and I was doing crap at it. Rugby was the only thing that I felt good about. One time we won this big game, right, and me an the mates were all having a time. So anyway I stay late in the locker rooms to take a shower and one of the lads comes in and sees me standing all drippy and naked and so we fucked like bunnies. I felt really weird afterward and over the months my game gets worse and I get this huge gut and the coach says I best get off the team. I kept screwing my mate but when he saw that I’d, you know” – pointing at his chest – “grown these extra tits, he said I was some kind o’ freak and bailed. That’s when the Professor came and I been on the Esmeralda ever since.“ Finn was silent, glowering at his belly and pulling the sweatshirt down over it as best he could. “I think you’re beautiful,” Jonah murmured, but Finn didn’t seem to hear him. He was watching the twins who were tackling Hakim on the mattress floor, sending pillows flying right and left. Jonah watched, as all three wrestlers got progressively more naked until Jasper lay down on his back in front of Hakim, pulling his knees to his chest and slapping his bare ass teasingly. Hakim dived down tongue first between Jasper’s legs, as Sid straddled his back, waving his arm like a lasso-wielding cowboy. On the floor, which was bouncing violently, Jasper was intermittently moaning and whimpering as Hakim’s tongue pressed deeper and deeper. Finally, Hakim sat back, lifting Jasper up by his stocky frame and guiding him down onto his thick cock, causing Jasper to shudder and shout as sweat formed on his reddened face. Meanwhile, Sid, with his characteristic smirk, leaned over and in one swift motion, swallowed jasper’s entire cock in his mouth. Finn looked over at Jonah as he squirmed, slightly uncomfortable at the sight of Sid sucking off his twin. “Still got all those landlubber hang-ups? Their not even brothers, you know. They all look like that where they come from,” he said. “Where’s that?” Jonah asked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Finn said, struggling to his feet. “Not yet, anyway.” Ignoring the fucking threesome, he walked through a beaded curtain that led down to a lower room. For a while Jonah watched the two dark globes of Hakim’s ass flex as he thrust up, his long dropping eyelashes, and his red lips that ran up and down Jasper’s neck as he fucked him. Jonah got up and followed Finn through the beaded curtains. “Woah,” he said as he looked around the next room, amazed. It was also circular with the same mattress floor, but the walls and ceiling were all glass and looked out into a giant aquarium that was full of leopard sharks, sea turtles, crabs the size of pit bulls, angel fish, Spanish-dancer sea slugs, and labyrinths of many-colored coral. Finn was leaning against the glass looking at the amazed expression on Jonah’s face. “So, are we going to fuck or what?” “Pardon?” Jonah said a bit startled. “It’s been ages since I had anything except Sid and Jasper’s micro dicks up my ass and I’m really fucking randy.” “I don’t, I mean, I …” Jonah stammered, but stopped as Finn unzipped the hoodie over his round belly and reach up to scratch one of his manly nipples enticingly. Jonah gasped blushingly and looked down at his dick, which had popped straight out under his sweatpants. “Fuck, look what you made me do,” Jonah said, shyly trying to cover up his boner. Finn, laughed a sweet baritone laugh – it was the first time Jonah had seen him smile and it made him even more handsome. Finn walked forward and pushed Jonah lightly but forcefully to the floor and lowered himself gently over Jonah’s navel. Throwing off the hoodie entirely, he grasped Jonah’s shaky hands and brought them up to touch his large belly. Jonah moaned just to feel the taut, round skin and to stare up at Finn’s Adonis face. The thought of manly Finn big bellied and heavy with life made his cock tremble with painful lust. Except for the huge belly Finn looked like he could still win a rugby game and Jonah marveled at his round biceps and perfectly masculine chest. Pulling his sweat pants down, Finn let his ten-inch cock pop up, smacking Jonah slightly in the face as he continued to run his hands over Finn’s belly. They both laughed. “Sorry,” Finn said in a deep whisper. Jonah just smiled and took the jumping member in his mouth, realizing he’d forgotten how good it felt to suck cock. Looking up, he could only see the under side of Finns huge belly, but heard somewhere above him Finn’s heavy breathing and stifled moans. After a few deep thrusts, Finn stood up and waddled, cock wagging, to the glass wall of the aquarium. Bracing himself with one hand on the glass and another on his huge belly, he leaned over presenting his perfect ass to Jonah and looking back as if to say: “hurry the fuck up, already!” Jonah got up behind him, fondling Finns ass with both hands, barely able to contain the raw excitement in his panting breath. He’d seen a lot of beautiful asses in his young life, but he’d never seen one as round and yet muscular as Finn’s. Letting his cock find its way teasingly between the twin globes of Finn’s ass, he reached around to grasp to huge hard surface of Finn’s pregnant belly. As he continued to grind against Finn’s ass, the head of his cock finally found Finn’s hole and without either of them intending it, slipped all the way in. Jonah knew he’d hit Finn’s spot because he let out a high-voiced “oh shit!” and his knees buckled. Finn thrust gently several times, moaning into Finn’s muscular shoulder blades, hands still rubbing his gravid orb. Recovering slight, Finn said in a much gruffer tone: “we’re gonna have to lay down … you’re um … you’re making me too hot and shaky.” Jonah grinned into Finn’s back at the pregnant man’s attempts to hide the extent to which Jonah’s cock was turning him on. Obediently Jonah slipped out of Finn’s ass and lay down on the soft floor, opening his arms to the panting and glowing Finn. Finn lay down beside Jonah with his back to him, and lifted one leg to give Jonah access. Jonah leaned over, patting Finn on the side of his ballooning belly and sheathed his slick member into his ass. Finn gasped and then shouted as Jonah began to pound his ass with abandon, muscular body rubbing again Finn’s back, lusty hands gliding over heavy belly and tight rows of nipples. Finn laughed with pleasure, pushing back against Jonah’s thrusting cock and slapping his flexing ass. Soon Jonah couldn’t take it any longer and felt his cock explode deep within Finn. Finn moaned loudly as his own cock shot hot jets against his still heaving belly. Their limbs relaxed and Jonah pulled the heavily pregnant man into a deep embrace. “Cheers,” Finn said, his deep voice weak but satisfied. “I really needed that.” “No need to thank me,” Jonah said, kissing Finn behind the ear. All of sudden the silence was broken by a loud wailing and a commotion in the next room. Jonah looked up from where he lay beside Finn to see Sid and Jasper come clambering into the aquarium room with tasseled pillows clutched about their groins and backsides, yelling over their shoulders: “For fuck’s sake, Hakim! Get your blue spawn out of our love dome!” Chapter 6 The next day, the crew discovered that the submarine had surfaced and everyone clambered up through the main hatch to get their first glimpse of sunlight in what seemed like days. When Jonah climbed on deck, blinking at the clear blue sky, he saw that the submarine was sailing along a wild jungle river. Both banks were covered with dense rain forest and he could hear the loud sounds of exotic birds, large insects, and the distant roar of a jaguar. On deck he saw Finn sunbathing in a pair of tight lifeguard Speedos, his huge pregnant belly glistening with sweat as it jutted out obscenely from his middle and one muscled arm was draped over his eyes. It was obvious that he was due any day now. In the middle of the deck, Hakim was sitting in a fold out chair, getting a hair cut from a beautiful man, whom Jonah hadn’t met. He had a muscular, athletic build and deep coal-colored skin – he looked like a West-African marathon runner. His hair sprouted in short wild whirls from his scalp and lips formed a cute smile as he told Hakim to lower his head slightly. He was older than the other crewmembers – mid-thirties, Jonah guessed. He had to stand far back from Hakim as he trimmed his hair, because his low-set belly was so round and large. It was even bigger than Finn’s and made a sexy crease in the shape of a U where it met his muscular hips. Jonah noticed that as he cut Hakim’s hair and it fell to the iron deck that the black trimmings began to writhe, gradually taking form as Hakims tears had done in the kitchen the day before. Jonah walked over to Sid and Jasper who were sitting with their legs dangling over the edge of the deck and holding a pair of long fishing rods apparently trying to catch some river fish. “Any bites?” Jonah asked, sitting down next to Sid just as he gave his twin a punch in the arm for some lewd comment he had made. “No, nothing yet, but that’s only because Jasper’s making so much noise,” Sid said, turning to look at Jonah, who was looking back at the African as he finished Hakim’s haircut. “That’s Gboto. He’s the navigator of the Esmeralda,” Jasper said. “He’s been on the sub for longer than anyone else we’ve met on here. He says he’s from Nigeria and that the professor saved him from a mob that attacked him when word got out in his hometown that he’d given birth to a kid.” “Is he alright?” Jonah asked concernedly, as he saw Gboto wince, lowering the scissors and reaching to rub his belly in large round circles. “Oh ya, he’s been in labor for the last three days. He has the longest fucking births ever! Last time he got knocked up it was a week and a half before he finally pushed the first baby out. He’s having triplets as you can see.” “A week and a half! He must hate it.” “Not really,” Jasper said, shrugging. “He says it gives him the craziest orgasms.” “Who’s the father?” Jonah asked. Sid pointed to an upper deck that was raised up from the main deck. Shielding his eyes from the sunlight, Jonah saw a tall lean, dark figure standing on the upper deck. He had a mess of short dark hair and very pale skin. As he looked, Jonah saw the man turn and flash a glance at him with a pair of hawkish blue eyes. He was breath-takingly handsome, dressed in a dark, tight tee that emphasized his muscular build. His beauty was slightly otherworldly, as if he were a movie star from an old silent flick about sea voyaging. He also looked oddly familiar and Jonah had the strange sensation that he’d encountered him before and perhaps under unfavorable circumstances. Just then, the tall figure Professor Ramsay joined the man on the upper deck, and the stranger broke his gaze from Jonah to turn and have a word with his white-haired companion. “That’s Lief,” said Sid. “He’s the Professor’s first mate. He’s a good sort.” “Haha,” Jasper laughed. “You’re only saying that because …” He held out his hands twelve inches apart. “Shut up, you! He really is okay – he’s a wizard at cards and he has a good sense of humor when you get enough vodka in him, but you don’t want to get on his bad side.” As Jonah, turned back to look at the river, the sub also began to turn towards the Northern riverbank. He could see a small field that had been cleared away from the dense trees on the shore, and there was a little white building with a slight plume of smoke rising from its chimney standing above a tiny dock. “We must be here!” said Jasper, throwing aside the fishing rod and clutching his belly, which was rounding again around a growing swell of eggs. “Give us a hand will you, Jonah.” “What do you mean we’re here?” asked Jonah, as he pulled the gravid Sid and Jasper to their feet. “We’re going ashore,” Sid said, scratching the medium bump of his belly. “It’s a long time since the Professor came back to the Amazon. He must have serious business with Father Ignatius.”

Hi, here's the next chapter in the story - let me know if y'all like it and I'll continue. 

 

Chapter 7

 

            As the Esmeralda came within a short distance of the riverbank, Jonah could make out two figures standing on the tiny dock. One was tall with a wiry build and grey-flecked hair and stubble. He smiled in a gentle but menacing way that gave Jonah the creeps. Next to him was a short sturdier looking man, with strawberry-blond hair and handsome face. Both men were dressed in monk’s robes. As they neared the shore, Gboto directed Hakim and the twins to lower a pair of rowboats so that part of the crew could go ashore. The professor, silent and solemn as always, got in the first boat along with Hakim and Leif, while Jonah, Sid, and Jasper got in the second. Just as they were about to shove off, the professor turned to look back to the deck of the Esmeralda and pointed at Finn.

            “You! Boy!” He said, his pale brows meeting in a severe crease in the middle of his forehead.

            “Uh, sir, do you really think….” Hakim began to say.

            “There’ll be no arguments from you, is that understood.” The professor growled, turning to Hakim faster that lightning. Hakim grew silent.

            “Don’t be a ninny,” said Finn to Hakim, after an uncomfortable pause. “You think I can’t handle myself with this little thing?” He said patting his globe-like paunch, which was anything but little. Huffing quietly, Finn joined Jonah and the twins in the second boat. As they began to paddle toward the dock, an ornately patterned butterfly fluttered by and perched momentarily on Hakim’s oar.

            “Cepora Timnatha – beautiful, eh?” Said the professor warmly, patting Hakim on the shoulder as if all his severity had melted away.

            “Ah, professor!”  Said the tall, thin priest as they reached the dock, and the professor went striding up, cane in hand, to meet their host.

            “Father Ignatius, it has been a long time. Come now, take us inside and offer us what you have in the way of drink.”

            The small group walk up a short hill to reach the white building, which Jonah could see, upon closer inspection, was a chapel. Inside were two rows of battered pews set before a simple altar. Behind the altar, a door led to another room. Father Ignatius’ silent companion brought pitchers of cool, clear, mountain water, which Jonah thought tasted slightly sweet. They all sprawled out among the pews. Sid and Jasper groaning and rubbing their huge bellies, which seemed to have swelled even in the short walk from the sub, their shirt bunching up under their nipples to accommodate the added girth on their spry, young frames. Hakim was telling Leif a joke, which he didn’t seem to think was funny, and Finn was sitting off by himself, silent, and staring inquisitively at Father Ignatius, who was in whispered conversation with the other monk. Finally, as he drained the last of the water and set the pitcher down with a bang, the professor turned to Father Ignatius and said with a broad smile, as if he had grown drunk on the Andean water: “So, tell me, father, you say you have news. What news do you have that is worth traveling the seven seas to reach?”

            “Brother Michael will relate the story, since it is he who understands the Yamatoma people’s language and it was to him that the story was first related.”

            Brother Michael, for that was the name of the father’s silent assistant, came forward and cleared his throat meekly and began.

            “The Yamatoma people are a tribe of indigenous Andeans in the area that the father and I have have dealings with. They have been at war for years with the Hitamo tribe, which neighbors them to the East. In the past several months, however, all battle between the two tribes has ceased. When I asked the tribe elder what caused the sudden peace, he told me this story.

            Many months ago, the queen of the river birds, who is also the god of the sun and called Qzima by the Elder, discovered that one of her eggs had been stolen by the serpent king, Tchitchimok. So angered was the sun queen that the serpent had stolen one of her clutch that her cries blew up a great storm and lightning caused fires to run rampant throughout the jungle. The queen swooped around tirelessly through the smoldering jungle on her vast, luminous wings, searching for the serpent so that she could punish him for devouring her young. But the serpent king is cunning and knows many ways of concealing himself.

            “One day, Mbpo, a young-boy-nearly-man in the Yamatoma village, was wading up to his waist through the shallows of the Amazon, collecting reeds for hammock weaving, when he felt the thick slithering body of the serpent king brush between his legs. Mbpo was so startled that he nearly dropped his reeds and he turned to call out for help. But the serpent king said quickly: ‘Hush, Mbpo! Do as I say and I shall not kill you. The sun queen is searching for me. Let me hide in your shadow, so she will not find me!’

            “Terrified, Mbpo agreed. Just as the serpent king had coiled himself in the river beneath Mbpo, Qzima came flying up the river, looking menacingly from right to left and stopping as she caught sight of Mbpo.

            “‘Young-boy-nearly-man,’ she said. ‘I am looking for the serpent king Tchitchimok. He devoured my child and when I find him it is I that shall devour him. Have you seen him?’ Submerged in the river and unseen by Qzima, the serpent constricted his coils around the boy’s ankles. ‘No, radiant queen,” said Mbpo. ‘I have not seen the serpent king.’ The queen looked at the boy, lean but beautifully featured, clutching his reeds uncomfortably to his chest and squirming slightly in the river. ‘If you are lying to me, Mbpo of the Yamatoma, I shall devour you as well.’ ‘I’m not lying, queen,’ said Mbpo. ‘If I saw the serpent king, I would most certainly let you know.’ ‘Very well,’ said Qzima. ‘finish collecting your reeds and run along home.’

            Mbpo nodded and waited for the queen to depart. But as she lingered, perching on a low branch over the river rushes and eyeing him intensely, Mbpo panicked as he realized she would wait there until he left and then discover the serpent king. He began to sweat profusely as he realized he could not leave the river without incurring the wrath of two gods. ‘Calm yourself,’ said the serpent king, lying coiled in the water beneath him. ‘do as I say and I can save us both. Untie your loin and continue to collect your reeds.’ Mbpo did as he was told, undoing the small tight cloth about his waist and grabbing for the nearest clump of reeds. As Mbpo continued to collect reeds, the serpent king raised himself through the water between Mbpo’s legs towards the boy-nearly-man’s young buttocks …”

            Brother Michael’s voice faltered and he looked nervously at the professor and Father Ignatius.

            “Go on, my boy,” said the professor, smiling reassuringly at the nervous monk.

            Brother Michael breathed deeply, crossed himself and continued: “Mbpo almost gasped as he felt the flicking tongue of the giant serpent god touch the soft, slightly hairy skin of his groin. He had to stifle a cry as he felt the serpent’s large head, slick and cool from the riverbed press between his buttocks. The serpent king was persistent and pushed deeper and deeper between the young man’s legs until he reached his opening. Grabbing onto the reeds, Mbpo spread his legs out wide beneath the water as he felt his entrance begin to yield to the serpent god’s prodding, his tight young flesh stretching around the giant snake’s snout. Desperate to escape the sun queen, the serpent continued to slither deeper into Mbpo, stretching the boy’s hole wider and wider as the thicker part of his body reached his opening. Unable to bear it any longer, Mbpo let out a long, low moan, feeling the serpent stretch his body wide. His moan alerted the queen, who fluttered down to see what was the matter.

            “‘My, Mbpo! Your village huntsman must be skilled indeed for you to be able to eat so healthily!’

            “Mbpo looked down, amazed, bringing a shaking hand to his belly, which had expanded enormously as the serpent king coiled himself up in his stomach.

            “‘Yes,’ Mbpo lied, panting. ‘Our villagers are very strong and brave. My family members are given a wild tapir each to eat at supper.’

            “As the long tale of the serpent king finally inched towards Mbpo’s buttocks, room became scarce inside the boy’s belly, which had ballooned, ball-like around the god. The serpent began to writhe, twisting and undulating in order to stretch the boy as far as he could go. As the serpent’s body wriggled against the boy’s sensitive insides, his young manhood began to grow and it grew until it knocked rigidly against his swollen belly.”

            As Brother Michael described the strange plot of the serpent and the Yamatoma boy, Jonah felt himself growing hard and reached a tentative hand to hide his crotch. Looking back at the storyteller – was it Jonah’s eyes playing tricks, or were Brother Michaels robes also tenting around his stiffening cock? The Brother continued his story.

            “‘Now, what’s made you so excited?’ asked the bird queen, with a mirthful trill.

            “‘I was thinking,’ said Mbpo. ‘About the strong huntsmen of my village, and how beautiful their naked bodies look when they do the fighting rites before departing on a hunt.’

            “‘Naughty boy!’ said the sun queen. ‘You know the rules of your people: you must first take a wife, and she must bear you a son, before you may take other lovers.’

            “Mbpo blushed at the queen’s words, as he felt the last inch of the serpent enter his body and his stretched hole clench convulsively behind it.

            “‘Now, run along back to your village my little bird,’ said the sun queen. ‘You’ve collected enough reeds to make five hammocks!’ With some difficulty and relief, the young-boy-nearly-man hoisted his big-bellied body out of the river, struggled to gain his balance, and ran off naked through the jungle, leaving his loincloth behind. When he had gotten far away from the river, he stopped to rest, gasping and clutching with both hands at his huge belly. Suddenly, he heard the serpent king’s voice speaking to him from inside his belly: ‘I am already in your debt, Mbpo, but I have another favor to ask. I must change my form so that the queen of the river birds will never recognize me. Allow me to stay in your belly, and I will make you a prince among your people.’ Mbpo considered the serpent’s offer, rubbing his round middle gently. Finally, he agreed.

            “When Mbpo came staggering into his village that evening, with one hand clutching the river reeds and the other holding his large abdomen, big as any pregnant woman’s, the village elder grew suspicious. He would see Mbpo off by himself, as if in a trance, speaking the old forgotten language of the Elders and rubbing his round belly. His once lean body had become strong and muscular, and both men and women gazed transfixed at his as he walked by. The Elder was determined to get the truth out of Mbpo. After the Elder nagged him for many days, Mbpo finally told him the story. Unfortunately, the bird god, who had been spying on Mbpo since he left the river, overheard the story and flew angrily into the village. It was only with the distraction of the Yamatoma’s fierce warriors and their javelins that Mbpo was able to flee into the jungle. Now, it has been a month since he went to hide in the deepest part of the jungle. The Yamatoma and Hitamo have reached a truce in light of the serpent prince’s plight and have vowed to act together to defend the boy until the serpent king is reborn. But what can men do – even brave and strong men – against a god?”

            Brother Michael finished his story and turned sheepishly to Father Ignatius.

            “Now I see why you summoned me,” said the professor, after a pause. He turned to the rest of his party. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day for all of us.”

Can i ask you what myths you took some of your inspiration from? I know Hakims powers(?) from certian myths and the one of a god turning into a human child is very much like raven who stole the sun.

Chapter 8

 

            Sometime in the early morning, while the crew of the Esmeralda slept on mats between the altar and the pews of the tiny chapel, Jonah awoke with a start to find Finn kneeling in the darkness next to him. Jonah sat up, instantly concerned that something was wrong, but Finn just shushed him, rubbing Jonah’s chest reassuringly. Somewhat relieved but still curious, Jonah watched as Finn pulled the tightly stretched tang-top that he was wearing up over his belly. In the half-light Jonah could see the round edge of the huge shape of Finn’s pregnancy glistening slightly with sweat. Finn gently took hold of the mesmerized Jonah’s hand and guided it up to touch the base of his belly, saying: “the baby’s dropped, can you feel how much lower it is.” Jonah saw that Finn was right: his belly, which had previously bulged out from the base of his ribcage, had sunk slightly into his waist so that the giant orb was practically resting between his thighs and he had to crouch with his legs spread wide to accommodate the belly’s new position. Jonah rubbed the base of Finn’s belly affectionately, feeling the slick, taught roundness of his abdomen, the downy hairs of his lower belly, and the intense heat that radiated off of his heavily gravid body. “You’re so close!” Jonah whispered in flushed awe, as his member began to stiffen rapidly in his shorts.

            Finn grinned and took hold of Jonahs hand, again, and slowly brought it down to the crotch of his tight boxer briefs, where his impressively hard cock was peaking out of the elastic waistband. Jonah rubbed his fingers along the fat shaft of Finn’s cock and teased his balls, which bulged like two goose eggs in the flexible fabric. Finn chuckled at how entranced Jonah was by his huge belly and stiff member. Again, he took hold of Jonah’s hand and brought it further down between his legs until his fingers felt the cleft between Finn’s round buttocks. Through the fabric, Jonah could feel Finn’s sweat-slick opening, which was now longer and flare-lipped like a woman’s labia, loosening in anticipation of the birth. Jonah rubbed his strong fingers along the cleft, feeling Finn relax even further. Finn gasped, so turned on by the dexterity of Jonah’s fingers on his pregnant cunt that he nearly lost his balance and almost toppled right on top of Jonah. Still straddling Jonahs fingers, bracing himself on the hard wood floor of the chapel with one hand and holding his enormous belly with the other, Finn whispered inches from Jonah’s face in the dark, deep voice pitching slightly with desperation: “I need you so badly.”

            Jonah got up in a flash, gently directing Finn onto all fours and peeling down Finn’s boxer briefs so that his full, muscled ass popped out over the waistband. Finn groaned quietly as he felt the weight of his belly pull his back into a tight arch, his distended belly button brushing the floor beneath him. Jonah, red cock pulsing, rubbed his hand up and down Finn’s weighted spine, feeling all the beautiful muscles of Finn’s beefy back taut and ready as he eased his cock into Finn’s yawning hole. Just as Jonah’s cock was buried as far as it could go in the velvety crevice of Finn’s ass and as Finn was beginning to throw his head back to moan something obscene, another voice cried out from across the room, interrupting what was promising to be a gorgeous fuck.

            Finn and Jonah turned, confused, to see where the lusty cry had come from. On the other side of the altar, bathed in moonlight from one of the chapel’s tall windows, Jonah could see Sid, struggling desperately to get a pair of wet briefs off his body, holding his belly with one hand and breathing shallowly. Next to him, Jasper was already naked and standing with his bent knees spread wide, both hands clutching at his belly, his face grimacing as he also breathed heavily through the tight ‘o’ of his lips. Jonah and Finn’s eyes met and they sighed disappointedly. Jonah gently slid his cock out of Finn and helped the heavily pregnant man to his feet, before rushing over to the laboring twins.

            “Ouch, ouch, OUCH!” Jasper was yelling. Sid laughed breathlessly next to him. “IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Jasper shouted at Sid, who stopped laughing as another contraction made his belly quake like a bowl of jell-o.

            “I have to walk,” Jasper muttered in red-faced disgust. “Have to get away from this idiot.” Jonah wrapped Jasper’s arm around his shoulders, helped support his naked belly with one hand, and led the panting little man in a wincing waddle around the chapel. Meanwhile, Sid, who was lying down on the mat, now naked from the waist down with his athletic legs bunched up and the dome of his belly towering above him, turned to Finn and asked: “um, do you think … puffpuffpuff … you could check my … you know?” Finn sank, grumbling, to his knees, supporting his back with one hand. “Danke,” Sid said, craning his neck around his humungous belly to grin at Finn. Frowning, Finn delicately moved Sid’s floppy penis and ball sack aside to peer at his ass. Jonah noticed that Finn must have been joking when he referred to Sid and Jasper as having micro dicks: Sid’s dick must be at least 8 inches when standing up. Finn pressed Sid’s legs as far apart as they would go and then gently pressed two of his fingers to Sid’s entrance. The blonde quivered – half lustily, half in pain – as Finn’s finger sunk into his ass up to the knuckle.

            “Woah,” Finn said quietly, as soon as his fingers were wholly embedded in Sid’s ass. “Hmmm?” Sid inquired, nervously, bucking his hips slightly against Finn’s fingers as another contraction came, sweat beading his forehead as he bit his lower lip against the pressure.

            “That’s really … that’s really big,” Finn said. Across the room Jasper had suddenly halted in the middle of his and Jonah’s circling around the chapel and sank to his knees, clutching at his enormous belly and crying: “Ach mein godt! MEIN GODT! It’s too big!” He leaned against one of the front pews and as his meaty, muscly thighs sagged apart, Jonah glimpse his ass which gaped between his cheeks around an egg which was barely visible. Just then, Sid let out a half-scream-half-growl (“THEY’RE COMING!”), and Jasper, summoning one last burst of energy, lurched toward his twin, crawling on all fours to lie beside Sid on his mat. The two blondes lay on their backs next to each other with their naked legs spread wide and their tight t-shirts rolled up to reveal their hugely distended stomachs. Jonah and Finn kneeled on the mats before them, rubbing their knees reassuringly.

            “Ready?” Finn said to the twins over their two massive mounds. The two panting men nodded. “Ok, 1, … 2, …… 3!” Both men screwed up their faces, bodies curling around the fleshy orbs of their bellies, free hands clenching the sleeping mats, as they began to push. Jonah watched as Jaspers hole, which was gaping in front of him, began to dilate rapidly. The soft skin of his buttocks parted as a huge egg began to descend. It paused as Jaspers contraction ended, and he panted a little for breath, but continued to emerge as Jasper started pushing again. When the middle of the egg reach Jasper’s entrance, it stopped, half hanging out of Jasper hole, which had been stretched into a perfect circle around the eggs perimeter. Jasper’s legs quivered, as he reached around his still bulging belly to touch the tender rim of his ass and feel the hard, waxy surface of the huge egg. He lay back on the mats, composed his face into an expression of serious determination, and then pushed. The egg began to slowly move forward and suddenly popped out onto the mat. It was about the size of a small watermelon. Jasper sighed in relief, his belly moving up and down with his heavy breathing. But no sooner had he begun to relax, however, then his belly constricted again and his hole dilated around another equally large egg, which descended even faster than the first. Jasper hole was well loosened and with a few grunts he was able to expel the second egg. Jonah looked over at Sid and saw that he too had produced two large eggs. The two twins collapsed in each other’s arms, still panting. Sid kissed Jasper lightly on the forehead.

            Jonah’s eyes met with Finn’s and they smiled at each other. Jonah was just looking back to the eggs that lay before him, when Finn gasped: “Look!” All four eggs had begun to shake on the mats of their own accord. As they watch small cracks formed in the eggs’ shells, which still glistened from birth. Jonah felt his jaw drop as the top of one of the eggs busted clean off and a large, crimson beak pecked into view. Before long, four large birds stood preening themselves on the mats, surrounded by the scattered fragments of the eggs from which they had hatched. Though very like roosters their plumage was much more colorful and there was a mean craziness about their eyes that made them unlike any bird Jonah had seen in a farmyard. Then, as if on cue, the four birds cocked their heads and set off running in all directions around the chapel. Jonah chased after them, which only made them squawk louder, while Sid, Jasper, and Finn rolled with laughter on the mats.

            “What is all this noise!” said Father Ignatius, sticking his head, which was purple with rage at being woken at such an early hour, to glare at the pandemonium that was unfolding in his church.

I hope you will continue. I enjoy the story so much.

Me too.

after a long waiting, finally ^^
great updated :) I'll wait for more.
and nice ability the twins have, how u get that idea?

Chapter 10

 

            As night fell in the jungle, the rain had long since ceased and Jonah, Sid and Jasper finally came upon the village of the Yamamoto. Once they had been a assured safe entrance into the village by the Professor and brother Michael, who were already in conference with the Yamamoto elder, a stooped and heavily whiskered man, who though he was dwarfed by the towering height of the professor standing next to him still managed to emanate a sense of power and command over the entire encampment, the three tired walkers stumbled into the midst of the village and stood awestruck by what they found.

            The village was arranged in a ring, a long, uninterrupted line of thatch roofing surrounded a flat open space, where the earth had been cleared of trees and brush. Around the outskirts of the encampment the jungle loomed darkly against the twilight. The clearing was filled by the village men, tall, lean warriors that carried long javelin-like weapons and who greeted Jonah and the blond twins with warm fascination and a murmur of their strange, percussive dialect. Beyond the clearing the women of the village stood under the shelter of the encampment, watching their visitor in quiet amusement, some with infants on their hips. The Yamamoto were naked, except for the occasional ring of hide, which some warriors and women wore about their waists. Jonah and the twins were ushered under the shelter to dine with the professor and the village elder. They were given mangoes, plantains, and jerkied boar to eat. The meeting was festive and lively thanks in part to brother Michaels’ skills as an interpreter and diplomat. It was not until well into their feast that Jonah leaned in to Hakim and asked: “where is Flynn?”

 

            When Flynn had arrived at the encampment earlier that evening, he was exhausted, having continued to hike through the rain because he feared that if he stopped he would not be able to force himself to continue. He arrived at the Yamamoto village sore, slick with mud and rain, and shirtless with his great belly heaving as he tried to regain a sense of composure in front of the Yamamoto warriors that stood before him. He didn’t have long, however, because the Yamamoto warriors immediately, upon seeing him, sidestepped the professor, Hakim, and brother Michael, and crowded around this pale, heavily gravid, half-naked stranger that had wandered into their camp. They spoke rapidly, at first only looking at him, up and down. And then one of the warriors was daring enough to reach out and touch the round surface of Flynn’s belly. He spoke to his neighbor in the crowd who in turn reached out to touch Flynn’s belly, gently poking his navel, which had distended in the last month of his pregnancy. Soon all of the warriors were reaching out to touch Flynn’s remarkable shape. One of the Yamamoto men, who stood behind Flynn, reached into his shorts down between Flynn’s meaty buttocks, causing Flynn to jump. Another man grasped his groin, and, feeling Flynn’s considerable member, which had stiffened on account of all this touching, and the heat, and the beautiful, naked men about him, gave a shout to all the warriors, who gasped and turned to Flynn in awe. Brother Michael said: “they think you are like the boy-nearly-man who was blessed by the serpent king, a great warrior, a guest and a blessing to their village.”

            The Yamamoto men took Flynn gently by the hand, smiling, and led him toward a shrouded section of the ring of roofing. Flynn looked concernedly over his shoulder, but brother Michael said: “Don’t worry! You will be well looked after.” Inside, the shrouded shelter was smoky, warm, and fire lit. Flynn immediately began to sweat, but was enticed by the smell of the village’s best boar meat. Soon he was eating joyously with the village warriors. He couldn’t understand them and they couldn’t understand him, but the rugby player and the warriors resorted to the sort of physical language that all he-men understand. And the Yamamoto hosts were tremendously attentive to their guest: when his back ached, they allowed him to lean against their sturdy bodies; as he gorged on the boar, there was always a hand about his swollen middle to rub his taught flesh; when he was overheated by the exertion of his belly and the fire, they fanned him and laughed melodiously at his strange foreign body and beautifully fecund condition. Several of the warriors, having stuffed themselves with boar meat and mangoes, puffed out their full stomachs next to Flynn’s for comparison, but exploded with laughter when even their full bellies couldn’t compare with Flynn’s baby-filled girth.

            When they had finished eating, all the men stood up and helped Flynn to his feet. A long pipe was produced along with a leafy brown tobacco. The pipe was lit and passed around the group. As the warriors smoked, a glazed look came to their eyes as if they gazed upon wild and fabulist landscapes. Then the pipe came to Flynn and at first he was hesitant to try it, but his host were so insistent that he decided one puff couldn’t hurt. No sooner had he brought the harsh smoke into his lungs, Flynn realized he made a terrible mistake. He felt a great tingling, beginning at his temples and then traveling down his body until it concentrated somewhere around his pelvis. Suddenly he felt a great heave in his belly and as he staggered slightly, he heard a great slash on the ground beneath him.

            The Yamamoto warriors knew what had happened almost before Flynn himself did. They began babbling excitedly, rushing to support Flynn whose weak knees had buckled. They all stood waiting, grasping Flynn’s belly expectantly, as the pregnant Scotsman panted a bit with his arms around the shoulders of two of his hosts. When the first big contraction came, Flynn couldn’t help but moan throatily as the great weight of his over-due baby bore down on his pelvis and subconsciously spread his legs slightly. The Yamamoto men acted quickly: they stripped Flynn of his shorts and led him to one of the warrior’s sleeping hammocks, helping him to lower into it. The hammock felt good against his laboring back. He looked down and the sweat-slick surface of his giant belly and up at the naked warriors gathered around him. Two of the younger warriors began to gently rock the hammock back and forth, some of the men rubbed his belly in circular motions, pulling up on the base of his orb to help guide the baby’s head down. Though he couldn’t see it, Flynn new that he had a raging erection and some of the warriors pointed to it, laughing to each other and tugging on their our manhoods. Flynn labored in the hammock for what felt like several hours, feeling the pressure building as the baby’s head made its way toward his entrance, gripping the hands of the strong warriors next to him when the contractions became difficult.

            When his contractions became stronger and more frequent, one of the older warriors, a tall man with a long white bone thrust through his nose, whispered something soothing and unintelligible into Flynn’s ear and gently took hold of Flynn’s knees. The older warrior got down and spread Flynn’s legs wide. Flynn flushed as he felt the older man push at his dilated hole. The older warrior looked up and pronounced something to the group. Flynn was helped out of the hammock, groaning as he got to his feet and felt the full weight of the baby’s head pulled down by gravity, and guided toward a pile of soft animal hides. Knowing it was time to push, Flynn squatted down on the rugs, feeling the warriors support him under his thighs as he prepared for the next contraction. When it came, he pressed his chin to his chest and pushed as hard as he could, while the two warriors supporting him spread his ass to help stretch Flynn’s flared and aching ass. After several pushes like this Flynn felt the familiar burning sensation that he knew meant that the baby was crowning. He felt between his legs, gasping as his fingers touched the wet roundness of the head that was emerging from his body – it was huge! The Yamamoto warriors bent down, straining to see this miraculous birth. Flynn, realizing how large his baby was, began to feel faint and would have collapsed if one of the younger warriors hadn’t lied down in the hides and gently pulled Flynn between his knees, supporting him on his muscular warrior’s chest. The older warrior crouched between Flynn’s fully spread legs, looked up at the pale, sweating stranger and slapped him encouragingly on the buttock. Flynn nodded.

            When the next contraction came, Flynn bore down and the head left his body completely. He could feel the hard cock of the younger warrior against whom he was leaning press into his back as the warrior hugged him from behind rubbed his stomach in round soothing motions. With the next contraction, Flynn cried out and felt the entire baby drop from him into the hands of the older warrior. Flynn panted breathlessly. Through blurry vision he saw the large healthy baby, pressed against his chest, squalling red-faced. The warriors around him cheered and danced chaotically about him in celebration as he held his new child and leaned against the young warrior at his back, who could only stare wordlessly at the first infant he’d seen born to a man.