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Anakin breathed out heavily, his belly weighing on him as he walked across the beautifully manicured gardens. His and Obi Wan's son, Cal, ran ahead, towards the lake with his nanny, Ahsoka. His belly was bigger than it ever had been before with his 3 previous pregnancies. But at 20 he had reached his full height and his latest pregnancy had grown bigger than ever. He was still lean, but for his round omega buttocks and tits, now grown large, 2 grapefruit sized globes, pert with youth, fat nipples with big dusky pink areola always erect and usually leaking milk when he didn't have a pup suckling him. His hole had changed too. It was now thicker, still permanently slicking, but capable of being stretched much more following the birth of 3 babies and almost daily knots. It was as sensitive as ever though and Anakin longed to have it filled, even as he panted, his beach ball sized belly slowing him down.
There was such pressure in his hole today, he couldn't tell if it was from his rectum because of the chronic constipation that had plagued this pregnancy, requiring humiliating enemas, or the baby's head in his birth canal. But in his previous pregnancies his belly had dropped when the head engaged and he'd had the most almighty shit before that too, clearing himself out before birth. That definitely hadn't happened, he'd spent the previous evening with a tube up his butt, Qui Gon's thick hand in him, guiding it past his cervical flap to his digestive system, holding it in place as his guts filled with water, before he had needed to expel over a bucket, being too slow to get to the toilet from the bathroom floor. It made him blush as he remembered Qui Gon, Obi Wan and his mother watched and helping as he expelled great splashes of water before big logs forced their way out, making him grunt and moan as he was stretched. It had seemed never ending, he lost track of time and how much he'd cum from the stimulation to his prostate. Eventually Obi Wan gently bathed him and hooked him up to the milking machine to alleviate his heavy breasts and he'd fallen asleep in his alpha's arms.
He needed milking now. If only Cal would come back he could have some of the abundance of his tits. He massaged one through his light blue silk robe, pearly drops of milk soaking the cup of his delicate pink bra. He rubbed his belly as another wave of tightness hit it and he felt a bunch of poop shift lower. Great, he was going to need to find a bathroom after months of being so bunged up it had to be hosed out of him. His cock was now erect too, small and hairless it was pushed down by his enormous belly, but was unmistakably hard. He whipped a hand to his bottom, such was the pressure and whimpered, he needed to go this minute.
‘Cal, Momma has to go potty!’ he called. ‘Be good for Ahsoka.’
‘Are you ok?’ Ahsoka asked, noticing his pained face as she swept Cal up in her arms.
‘I just need the bathroom,’ he said blushing as he rubbed his tight belly. Ahsoka bounded up to him and stroked his belly too.
‘Are you sure it’s not the baby?’ she asked, feeling the tightness of his belly. Anakin had a light sheen of sweat on his forehead as he arched his back. The urge had lessened a little and he kissed his little boy on the forehead.
‘Titty!’ Cal demanded, pulling at Anakin’s top from Ahsoka’s arms. Anakin sighed as Cal pulled his blue robe open, exposing his chest and enormous belly, which stuck out in almost comical proportions. Cal was easily able to free Anakin’s nipple from the flimsy pink lace that covered it, he wasn’t allowed wired bras, this was more for decoration than practicality.
‘Ok, ok,’ Anakin muttered, walking to a garden chair and taking a seat, awkwardly removing his bra inside his robes. ‘Hold this,’ he said to Ahsoka. The young torgruta took the flimsy lace and sighed.
‘I wish my titties fit in this,’ she lamented. Ahsoka had not yet presented but was almost certainly a female omega. A natural with kids she adored her work as a nanny and idolised Anakin. Anakin smiled and put his arm around her as Cal pounced on his tit and began greedy sucking. ‘Skyguy, can I…’
Anakin smiled, she was always shy about requesting a suck of his milk, but he was engorged and happily directed his other big pert tit at her. ‘You’d be doing me a favour,’ he said as she quickly bent her head and groaned with delight as his milk flowed.
Anakin’s content at his tits being sucked didn’t last long as the pressure on his hole returned as his belly tensed, a little more painfully this time. ‘Ohhhh,’ he moaned as the pressure increased. ‘Please hurry, I need the bathroom so bad.’ he attempted to squeeze his buttocks together and moaned again as the stimulation on his tits caused his belly to tighten further. ‘I think I need to go right now!’ Anakin moaned, as Ahsoka looked up, her lips milky.
‘Hold one more minute,’ she begged, mouth round a thick nipple and dripping with milk.
‘Snips!’ Anakin snapped. ‘I could literally shit myself!’
‘Obi Wan says omegas shouldn’t swear,’ she mumbled round his tit.
‘That’s you fucked when you present then,’ Anakin snapped back, before moaning as another wave of pressure hit him. He’d had enough, he wasn’t going to sit there and soil himself because Ahsoka was greedy, he stood up, her fat lips falling off his spurting tit, still holding Cal who was sucking contentedly. His belly was naked as his robe had fallen open, revealing tiny pink lace panties that matched his now discarded bra. Like the bra they were useless, slick always dripped between his thighs and his erect cock tented the front. He steadied himself as a rolling cramp hit his belly and he felt the pressure on his hole increase, then his hole opened and liquid gushed out of him, splashing on the ground and causing him to cry out in shock.
‘Ani, your waters have broken!’ Ahsoka cried, voicing what he could not as he stood dazed while more liquid spilled down his legs, his hole fluttering and pulsing a mixture of slick and amniotic fluid out as he stood frozen in the gardens.
‘Need my nest, want Obi Wan,’ he moaned. ‘Want Mom and Qui.’
‘Stay here, I’ll get them,’ Ahsoka promised, gathering Cal up, who protested at losing the tit he’d been sucking on, but Anakin couldn’t care about that. His waters had just broken and he was near naked in the gardens, his mom and alphas were in their apartments and he could feel the baby’s head had dropped, filling his birth canal as his cervix started to dilate. His first labour had been long and hard, hours of contractions, he'd had back rubs, pain killers that did little, knots to hurry things along, his alphas had even sucked his cock in the hope an orgasm would speed things up when his hole became too gaping to knot. He’d ended up painfully pushing Cal out on a birthing stool, held up by his alphas as his mom caught his baby. The next two, Ben and Jyn were much faster. With Ben between his purge, where he’d emptied his guts explosively into the toilet, and the birth had been a couple of hours. The head immediately dropping to his hole before the cervix opened with fewer but strong contractions and his baby was easily pushed into the world as he squatted. By the time the placenta had been delivered he was in bed in his nest, oblivious to his legs in stirrups as his mother and midwife cleaned up between his legs and checked his hole over. Jyn had been possibly even faster, he'd now mastered releasing his pain into the force and using it to help push the baby out with far less effort on his part. He was quieter and incredibly calm for Jyn's birth, grunting as he pushed his first daughter into the world, as opposed to the pained screams that had greeted Cal.
But now he wasn’t with his mom, or his beloved alphas. He was all alone, perineum bulging, hole gaping ready for birth and tits leaking as he fell to all fours as another contraction overtook him, stronger now, followed by the bliss of orgasm as his prostate was stimulated just enough, then a stream of piss. Where was Obi Wan? He needed his mate, he needed carrying to his nest. Anakin's panic rose, pain gripped him and he moaned loudly rocking back and forth, trying to will his body to stop, the baby to halt its slide from his uterus. He needed his nest and he needed his alpha to protect him, his mom to check his hole and catch the baby.
“Urghhhhhhh,” he groaned, another contraction ripping through his belly and up his back. Anakin was so panicked he forgot to release his pain into the force. ‘Obi Wan!’ he wailed, panting and leaning back on his haunches, his pert round buttocks that were so alluring now being split apart by his gaping hole, which was rapidly pushing outward and both painful and if he'd not been scared stiff, would have been pleasurable.
It seemed like an eternity passed, but it was really only twenty minutes, until Obi Wan, Qui Gon and Shmi found Anakin on all fours on the grass, his robe piled beneath him, enormous belly touching the ground as he held himself up on his hands and knees, howling with the pain of contractions, but more so the fear of being alone and uncomforted. He had tried to hold them back as the urge to bear down mounted and he needed to push.
‘Ani, baby,’ Obi Wan cried, falling to his knees and pulling Anakin into a hard embrace, as close as his obscenely distended belly would allow. Anakin sobbed in relief as they surrounded him, Shmi wasting no time in examining his hole. Anakin breathed deeply as she circled it with her fingers, feeling how dilated he was, her hand palpating his perineum and lower belly.
‘I can carry him,’ Qui Gon said, stroking Anakin’s back, soothing him as another contraction hit. This time he didn’t cry out, he grunted, releasing the pain into the force as he usually did.
‘Not enough time,’ Shmi said tightly, pressing at his hole. ‘He’s fully dilated. Time to push, Ani, darling.’
‘Hold me,’ Anakin begged his alphas as Obi Wan licked over his scent glad, reassuring him and Qui Gon took one arm, letting him lean on them both as he moved to a squat, sticking his pert, rounded bottom out, now with his anal opening gaping, his cervix having descended a mere inch above it.
‘Push, Ani,’ Shmi urged as another contraction hit him. Anakin screwed up his face and bore down with all his might, releasing his pain into the force and drawing on its strength and his incredible connection to it to birth his baby. He felt his hole stretch and burn as the head crowned, his little cock weeping as his prostate was pressured to new heights. Obi Wan reached under his belly and stroked his hard little cock, knowing the orgasm would hasten the baby and alleviate Anakin's pain.
‘Urhgnnnnnn,’ he groaned. ‘Urghhhhhhhhhhhh hnnnnnggggnn.’ Anakin's cock spurted, his hole and uterus spasmed with orgasms triggering a strong contraction. There was more pushing, his face red and screwed up as his bottom splut open, it was the biggest thing that had ever been through his tight hole. ‘Hggggnnnnnnn, arghhhhhhh,’ he wailed as one last contraction hit and in one go the baby slid out, twisting as it did so, into Shmi’s waiting arms.
Anakin’s hole gaped red and dripping with blood, the cord running out of him to the baby who was crying with strong lungs. Qui Gon turned Anakin over and let him lie back in his arms, he was sweating, panting and laughing as Shmi handed him the baby and Obi Wan helped move Anakin’s nipple to its mouth, wrapping his outer robe around them both.
‘Luke,’ Anakin panted. He grinned broadly as Obi Wan kissed his face.
‘I'm so proud of you,’ Obi Wan said, tears in his eyes.
‘I thought I needed the bathroom, but it was the baby,’ Anakin laughed.
Shmi also kissed him. ‘My brave boy,’ she said. ‘And beautiful grandson.’ She watched the baby suck greedily on Anakin's tit and began palpating his belly, which was still as big and stretched as it had been before Luke, at least an 8lb baby, had been born.
Shmi’s brown furrowed. Her skilled hands went between his legs, inside his still gaping hole. ‘There's another baby,’ she said gravely. Obi Wan gasped then laughed delighted.
‘Ready to push out another one, sweet boy?’ Qui Gon asked as Shmi felt his belly again, her face grave. ‘What's wrong?’
‘There's another baby, but it's the wrong way. Anakin, I think I can turn it, but in the meantime you must not push, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much you want to. If it gets stuck in your birth canal the wrong way round it'll be too late and you'll need to be cut open to get it out.’
‘No!’ Anakin cried. ‘Help me, Mom!’
‘Let's get him inside,’ Qui Gon said, stoney faced as Obi Wan kissed away Anakin's tears and whispered to him softly.