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eon loved Junho’s body most when it was swollen, overstretched, and trembling. At night, he would straddle behind him on the bed, massaging oil into the tight skin of his belly, which rose like a mountain in front of him.
Junho moaned softly as Leon’s thumbs dug around the ridge of his pelvis.
“Oooh—unghh—nghh… you’re rubbing the nerves…”
“That’s where his head is,” Leon murmured, kissing his shoulder. “Big, huh?”
Junho swallowed hard. “H-He’s huge. I can’t… I can’t even close my legs anymore…”
Leon’s hand slid down to Junho’s thighs and pulled them gently apart. “Then stay open for him. You’re almost there.”
Labor started like a betrayal during a livestream.
It was early morning. Junho was mid-bite during a pancake livestream when his entire belly tensed rock-hard.
"Ah— shit," he breathed, curling slightly. The pressure rolled low in his pelvis and then faded.
Chat exploded. Did your water just break?
Junho grimaced. "No... just a cramp. I think."
But then it happened again.
He was halfway through a spicy ramen tower when his body suddenly locked up.
The fork dropped. A loud gasp escaped his lips. He clutched under his belly.
“O-oh god—AHH—nnngghhh!”
His back arched.
Viewers saw it immediately — his stomach tightening into a solid, high mound.
‘WAIT IS THAT A CONTRACTION?’
‘HIS BELLY OMGGGG’
IS HE IN LABOR ON STREAM??’
Junho grunted, face contorting. He panted into the camera, hand gripping the table.
“Fffffuck… t-too early—ahh—nghhh—he’s coming…”
Leon rushed in from the bedroom. "It’s time?" One look at Junho’s expression was enough. Leon appeared within seconds, his hands instantly on Junho’s belly. “That was a real one?”
Junho nodded, face tight. "I think it’s starting." He could barely speak. “Y-yeah—oohhhh—t-too strong—fuck—”
His moans turned into a scream as the next wave came faster, lower.
“AAHHHHHH—! H-HAAH—G-GHHHH—!”
They had a plan: home labor, livestreamed, fully natural. The baby was big — they knew that — but Junho had trained his body relentlessly.
He got on all fours, swaying slowly.
Leon turned on the second camera. "You sure you want this recorded?"
Junho looked up through sweat-damp bangs. "This is the finale. Let them see everything."
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“UhhhhhHHHhhhhh… fuckfuckfuck—”
Leon massaged his lower back, voice calm. “You’re doing amazing, babe.”
Junho collapsed to his knees, crawling, hips twitching.
“Ghhhhh—he’s s-sinking—he’s sinking so low—!”
The baby was enormous, and Junho's hips were fighting to spread. With each contraction, his moans grew more ragged. More primal.
“UNNGHH—AHHH—AHHHH—nnnnghhhhh!”
Junho had been contracting for hours. Leon never left his side.
Junho spent the early hours walking.
No—waddling.
His body moved slowly through the living room, bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor. He wore nothing but a pair of stretched-out briefs. His belly, massive and veined, hung impossibly low—shone with oil under the warm lights. Each step made it sway with weight, forcing his legs wide around it.
“Ughhh… nnghh… so heavy… c-can’t lift my feet…” he murmured. One hand braced his back, the other supported under the overhanging belly.
Leon stayed a few steps behind, offering a hand when Junho needed to catch himself.
“Ghhh—Leon—it.. it’s coming—”
He doubled over suddenly as a strong contraction gripped his abdomen. His back arched as he braced against the wall.
“AHHHH—F-FUCK! Nnnghhh… it’s s-so tight—he’s pushing—”
Leon stepped up, both hands on his belly, supporting it. “Breathe. You’re doing good. Let it ride.”
“NNNGHHH—AHHHH—L-Leon—!”
His knees buckled. His belly dropped further. A loud groan tore from his throat.
“FUCK—h-he’s punching my cervix—I s-swear—I can feel his head grinding in—!”
Leon caught him, holding the underside of the belly with both arms.
“Breathe. Stay open.”
Junho sobbed into his shoulder by the time it passed. “It hurts… it f-fucking hurts…” His legs trembled beneath him.
“I c-can’t even walk straight,” he whimpered. “He’s dragging down…”
“You’re loosening,” Leon whispered. “You’re opening up.”
He kept walking, Leon followed closely.
Junho stopped by the bathroom door, one hand trembling as he leaned into the frame. His back bowed under a sudden wave of pressure. “HHNNGG—OH FUCK—L-Leon—he’s bearing down—!” Leon rushed behind him, arms under his belly to lift the weight off. “Breathe through it—let it work you.” Junho gasped, moaned, pressed his forehead to the doorframe.
“AHHHHHH—nnhhh—nngghhh—L-Leon—his h-head’s in my pelvis—I can’t—can’t hold him in—!” Leon wiped the sweat from his face. “Let it stretch you. Let it crack you open.” “I-it’s so low—he’s dragging my spine with him—I can’t walk—I feel like I’m gonna drop him on the floor—!”
Leon guided Junho slowly to the workout mat near the living room couch. Junho was panting already, cheeks flushed, whole body sweating.
“Deep squat. We practiced this.”
“I c-can’t go low—he’s TOO low already—Leon, please—!”
“You have to. You want to birth him here? You’ve got to make room.”
Junho stood with his legs wide, trembling. He slowly lowered himself, inch by inch.
“Ghhhhh—aaAAHHH—s-shit—he’s r-ripping into my pelvis—!”
The full weight of the baby settled directly into his pelvis. Junho trembled violently. His thighs burned. “Push your hips forward,” Leon instructed. “Hold.” “Uuuuughhhhh—nnnNNGH!—he’s jamming into my bones—I can’t—he’s f-fucking stuck in my hips—!”
He dropped too fast. The weight of the baby slammed down into his hips, and he screamed.
“AAAHHHH—NGHHHHH—it’s STRETCHING—TOO MUCH—!!”
Leon knelt behind him, supporting him under the arms.
“Stay there. Let gravity do the work.”
Junho shook as he sank down, a deep groan ripping from his throat.
“Nnnghh—my hips—f-fuck—it’s like something’s prying them apart—!”
“Good. That’s exactly what we want.”
He held the squat through the next contraction.
“AHHHHH! NnnnghhHH—he’s pushing down so hard—!”
He tried to rise. Couldn’t. Leon caught him, steadying him in place. “Stay low. Let your hole learn the pressure. Let it burn.”
Leon still behind him, one hand on his chest, the other on his belly.
“Ride it. Let it open you. Don’t fight it.”
Junho sobbed aloud. “I—I feel like I’m splitting open—nnnnghh—”
When it passed, he collapsed forward into Leon’s arms, breathing hard.
Junho sobbed, body quaking. “I-I c-can’t! I c-can’t hold it—h-he’s gonna come out—!”
“Not yet. Not till your body gives in.”
Another contraction slammed into him. His back arched, belly pulsing.
“NNNGHHH—AAAAHHHH—OH GOD—OH FUCK—I CAN’T DO THIS—!!”
His thighs were shaking violently. His breath broke into desperate gasps. Fluid was starting to leak into his underwear. Junho’s head lolled forward, drool slipping from his lips as he sobbed. “I’m not even pushing yet—why does it feel like I’m gonna split in two—?” “You are splitting. You’ve got to stretch enough to take that whole baby.” More reps followed. Each time Junho dropped down, he screamed louder. Moaned longer. “FUCK—FUCK—AAAAHHHHH—MY HOLE’S GOING TO SNAP—!” His briefs were soaked. His belly rippled with each wave of effort.
Leon helped him onto all fours. Junho’s belly dragged slightly on the mat, its size overwhelming his small frame. His briefs were soaked with sweat and fluid, the elastic digging under the curve of his belly. Leon rolled him into a deep side stretch next. Junho lay on his side, one leg lifted and pulled back, belly resting heavily against the floor mat. “Feel the pressure in your hips?” Junho groaned. “He’s spreading me—I c-can’t even move my legs—”
He moved Junho into cat-cow next, all fours, back arching and releasing.
“B-back stretch—aaahhh god, no—Leon—I c-can’t arch, I can’t—I’m tearing open—!”
“Hold it. Pull your belly up and in. Make space.”
Junho was screaming openly now, sweat streaming down his chest, belly swinging low. “Nnnnghh—nnggh—ugghhh—f-fuck it hurts—he’s dragging everything down with him—!”
Junho’s scream echoed in the room as he forced his back into a low arch.
“UUUGHHHHHH—NNNNNGHHHH—HE’S COMING—HE’S COMING—!”
“Not yet. Let the pain guide you.”
He shifted into child’s pose, forehead to the mat, belly crushed between his knees. The pressure spiked.
“FUCK—AAAHHHH—I CAN’T—TOO MUCH—AAHHHHH!”
And that’s when it truly hit. One massive contraction that made his entire body seize. Junho’s face hit the mat. Both arms flailed. His hole pulsed violently, fluid gushing into his briefs. “AAHHHHHHHHHH—NNNGHHHH—LEON I’M TEARING—AAAHHH—HE’S PUSHING—HE’S COMING—!”
His briefs fully soaked, inner thighs slick, hole twitching under the pressure. Leon held him from behind, hands warm and strong across the curve of his spine.
“You’re doing it. Your body’s opening. He’s moving lower.”
“I CAN’T! I’M GONNA DROP HIM—I FEEL HIM RIGHT THERE—” “Then let him ride your hips a bit longer. Train your body for the push.”
Junho sobbed, pressed flat against the floor. Another contraction began. And he screamed into it with everything he had.
The entire day passed like that—slow walks, deep squats, and painful stretching between waves of pressure that only grew more unbearable.
By the next day, Junho couldn’t walk. His thighs shook when he stood. The cameras caught everything — the sweat matting his hair, his hands gripping his knees as he labored standing up, every grunt and gasp.
By hour 24, he was laboring in the hallway on all fours, the house dim with lighting, his face streaked with tears and sweat. A yoga mat was soaked beneath him. Every contraction made him arch his back like an animal, groaning, panting, then crying out when the pressure rolled through his pelvis again.
“NnnnNGHHHH—g-GOD—Leon—ahhh—!”
His thighs were spread wide, belly dangling low. The weight was unbearable. His entire abdomen hardened again.
“OOOHH—AHHHH!!!”
Leon kneeled behind him, rubbing firm circles into his lower back, voice gentle but firm.
“Ride it, baby. Come on. You’ve been training for this.”
Junho slammed his fists onto the mat. “T-this isn't a f-fucking squat—! NNNNGHH—A-AH—sh-shit, I can't—!”
“You’re not quitting now,” Leon said, voice thick. “He’s in your hips. You’re doing this. You're birthing my son.”
Junho's whole body trembled. He sagged to his elbows. “Oohhh… oooh god… I f-feel like I’m gonna explode—! Leon," he whispered, "I need to push."
Leon checked between his legs. "Still no crowning. Hold on. Let your body do it."
Junho cried out in frustration. He dropped to his hands and knees, rocking back and forth.
"Nnnnnghhh… god— it’s tearing me apart!"
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Hour 27. The camera was angled low. Junho was squatting over a pile of towels, legs wide, belly hanging. His breath came in sobs.
"I can’t— he’s not moving!"
Leon, kneeling behind him, wiped his back. "You’ve got to push like you’re breaking the earth in half. Come on. You’re the strongest man I know."
Junho roared and bore down.
His thighs trembled. He gritted his teeth and screamed.
"HE’S STUCK!"
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At hour 30, Junho had already been moaning through contractions for nearly a full day. His body was exhausted, trembling from the pressure and hours of pain, yet the baby still hadn’t descended fully. The weight of the pregnancy pressed down on his hips like a grinding boulder.
He lay on his side on the bed, thighs slick with sweat, the curve of his belly sharp and strained. His tank top had long since been discarded. His skin gleamed under the soft bedroom lighting. Every breath he took was shallow. His fingers clutched at the sheets as another contraction started to mount.
“Ahhh—ahh—nnhhhh…” Junho whimpered, his eyes wide, watery. His knees curled toward his chest, trying to resist the unbearable pull in his spine and hips.
Leon knelt beside him, voice deep and steady. “You’re locking up. That’s why he won’t drop.”
“I-I can’t… nghhh—h-he’s so LOW—Leon it hurts, it hurts so much—!”
“I know, baby,” Leon murmured, brushing sweaty bangs away from Junho’s forehead. “I’m gonna help you. But I need you to let me in.”
Junho blinked through the blur of pain. “W-what—?”
Leon leaned down, his massive hand cupping Junho’s underbelly. “Your body’s too tight. You’re clenching. Let me open you up. You need to loosen. He needs space to move down.”
Junho gasped, eyes fluttering. “Wh-while I’m in labor…?”
Leon kissed the shell of his ear. “You need to be opened. Fully. And you know I’m the only one who can do that.”
Junho moaned again, another contraction hitting. His entire body curled up.
“NNnnghhh—ahhhh—ooh fuck, I c-can’t take another one—”
Leon was already pulling him gently onto his back, then rolling him to his side again, leg lifted and propped over his hip. Junho’s entrance pulsed visibly, swollen and slick.
He groaned low in his throat. “H-his head’s so low… I feel like he’s going to break through me—”
Leon didn’t hesitate. He guided himself in slowly, the thick press of his dick sliding past Junho’s trembling hole.
“NNnnghhhHH—AAHH—AHH FUCK—!” Junho screamed, arching violently.
“Breathe,” Leon murmured. “Let it happen. Let it burn.”
“IT IS—AAHHH—it’s burning—he’s RIGHT THERE—Leon, oh god, he’s RIGHT THERE—!”
Leon moved carefully, rocking his hips into Junho’s body as another contraction came. Junho shrieked into the sheets, whole body convulsing around the stretch.
“AHHHHHH!! Nnnggh—Leon—I c-can’t—he’s pushing down, it’s too much, TOO MUCH!”
“You’re doing it,” Leon said, breath thick. “You’re opening. I can feel you loosening.”
“Ghhhnn—ahhh—AHHH—he’s MOVING! H-he’s moving down—!”
Junho sobbed and clutched at Leon’s shoulders.
“Don’t stop—please, god—don’t stop—I need—ahhh—I need to be open—open me—!”
Leon leaned in, breath hot against his ear. “That’s it. That’s what you want. Let him feel it. Let him slide down while I fuck you open.”
Their bodies moved together in an uneven rhythm, interrupted by screams and moans. Junho’s belly clenched tight again, visibly rippling.
“Contraction—AHHH!—it’s starting—!”
Leon buried his dick deeper. “Push into it. Let the stretch and the pain become the same.”
Junho’s scream tore through the air. “NNNNGGHHHAAAHHH!! HE’S COMING—HE’S FUCKING COMING—!”
And then, silence, fluids dripping from both of them. Junho collapsed into Leon’s chest, twitching and sobbing.
His thighs trembled uncontrollably. His hole pulsed and gaped, slick and open from both Leon and the baby.
“I—I feel him,” Junho panted, eyes rolling back. “He’s in my hips… oh god… he’s really in my hips now…”
Leon pulled out slowly, carefully. Junho whimpered as his hips shook again, more fluid leaking.
“You’re ready,” Leon whispered, kissing his shoulder. “Now we get him out.”
Junho, breathless and trembling, nodded slowly.
“Okay… okay… let’s birth our baby…”
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Hour 31.
Junho was crouched on the floor between two chairs, gripping the edges, rocking his hips violently.
“I—I need to push—!” he gasped, head rolling.
Leon crouched in front of him, watching his hole with complete focus. “Not yet. You’re not crowning.”
“NNNGHHH—!!” Junho let out a long, primal moan, rising in pitch.
“AAAHH—f-fucking hurts—!”
“You want this baby out, don’t you?”
“YES—!”
“Then wait for the burn.”
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Hour 32. It began.
Junho squatted above the padded towels, legs shaking, one arm wrapped around his belly. His other hand was braced on Leon’s thigh.
“Ughhh… NNNghh… nnghhhh…!” he grunted with his whole body, chin tucked, eyes bulging.
Leon knelt behind him, one hand under his belly, the other cupping between Junho’s thighs.
“Again. Bear down harder.”
“I—can’t—h-he’s STUCK—!”
“You can.” Leon’s voice was low. “Push until you see stars.”
Junho sucked in a breath and screamed as he pushed.
“NGHHHHHHHHHHHHH—A-AHHH—F-FUCK—!”
Something shifted inside. He gasped, fell forward to his hands.
“S-something’s coming—he’s m-moving—oh my god—!”
Leon looked between his legs. “You’re bulging. Keep going!”
Junho collapsed onto his elbows, tears spilling down his face.
“AAAHHHHH—NGGGHHH—HE’S TEARING ME—!”
His hole began to swell open, the shape of a crown slowly forming under Leon’s guiding fingers.
“I see his head!”
Junho shrieked.
“NO—NNGH—IT’S STUCK—! AHHH—OH FUCK—AHHHHHH!!”
His whole body seized up, the massive head crowning, skin stretched tight and shiny.
Leon braced his hips. “You’re almost there, baby. He’s coming.”
Junho pushed again.
“Nnngghhh—HHAAAAAAHHHH—G-GOD—!”
The head inched forward. Then paused.
Stuck.
Junho screamed and arched backward, hole trembling violently.
“AAAGHHHH—IT WON’T—IT WON’T COME OUT—!”
Leon cupped him from below. “You’re tearing. But it’s okay. Let it happen.”
Junho’s voice broke on a sob.
“OHH—A-AHHH—Nnnghh—g-gonna split—!”
Leon kissed his forehead. “Let go.”
Junho collapsed to the bed, wailing, legs kicking. With a roar, Junho bore down again.
“NNNNNNNNNNGGHHHHHHHHH—!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH—!!”
Leon guided his hands under Junho’s thighs. “Push one more time.”
Junho’s voice cracked, raw from screaming. He pushed with everything he had.
“NNNNHHHHHH—AHHHHHHHHH—G-GODDDDD!!!”
Junho’s scream tore through the house as the crown finally slipped free.
“HHHHHNNNNNGGGAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
His body shook violently, back arched, thighs spread wide. His head fell back against the pillows, his mouth still open in a silent gasp. The stretch, the snap, the pressure—all of it left his body trembling and soaked.
Leon, kneeling between his legs, was already breathless with awe. His hands cupped Junho’s thighs, staring in stunned reverence at the sight before him.
The head was out.
Their son’s scalp glistened, hair damp and matted, the crown wide and wedged between Junho’s raw, trembling lips. Junho was gasping, moaning, sobbing all at once.
“I-it’s out—oh god—Leon—h-his head is out—”
Leon reached up, thumb brushing Junho’s belly. “You did it, baby. That was the hardest part.”
“No—no it’s n-not—h-he’s still inside—so big—he’s so stuck—”
Junho’s hips writhed as the next contraction began to rise. His hands clawed at the sheets. He could feel the baby turning inside him. The shoulders were still wedged, and his hole burned, stretched tight around the neck.
“Nnnghh—uggh—n-no—oh god—he’s stuck—his shoulders are STUCK—!”
Leon moved in closer, one hand on the crown, the other cupping Junho’s quivering side.
“Don’t push yet. Let your body guide it. Let him rotate.”
Junho groaned, voice warbling with panic and pain.
“L-Leon—he’s tearing me—he’s too wide—!”
The contraction slammed into him.
“NGHHHHHHH—AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”
He bore down instinctively. His belly convulsed. The baby shifted just slightly—an almost imperceptible motion, but enough that Junho’s scream caught in his throat.
“He’s m-moving—oh f-fuck he’s turning!”
Leon watched the shoulders begin to emerge, one at a time, slowly spreading Junho open further. Junho thrashed, face contorted in sheer agony.
“AAAHHHHHHHH—IT HURTS—HE’S BREAKING ME—!!”
The first shoulder began to slip free.
Junho’s legs kicked instinctively. “NNNNGH—HNNNGH—GHHHH—IT’S TOO MUCH—HE’S RIPPING ME APART—”
Leon steadied him, breath warm against his thigh. “You’re almost there. Just a little more. Hold on.”
“UUUGHHH—H-HIS SHOULDER—OH GOD—IT’S COMING OUT SO SLOW—”
The stretch was unbearable. Junho panted as sweat dripped down his face. With a wet, drawn-out sound, the first shoulder finally slipped free.
“GHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Then silence. Junho blinked up at the ceiling, chest heaving.
“He’s… halfway?”
Leon nodded, voice choked. “Yeah. One shoulder left.”
Junho shook his head, tears streaking down his cheeks. “I don’t have anything left, Leon… I c-can’t…”
“You do. You’ve got one more push. He needs you.”
Junho’s hands trembled. His belly clenched again.
“OH FUCK—AHHHHH—H-HERE IT COMES—!”
The last shoulder slipped free with a long, wet stretch. Junho let out a scream that tore from the depths of his lungs.
“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”
His body sagged in the aftermath.
But the baby’s chest was still inside.
Leon leaned down. “Breathe, love. He’s almost here. Just the body now.”
Junho nodded weakly, hair stuck to his face. Another contraction hit. He grunted low.
“NNnnghh—ok-kay—here—he comes—”
His belly contracted hard. A gush of fluid soaked the sheets.
And slowly—inch by inch—the rest of the baby slid free. The torso, the soft curve of the belly, then the thick legs.
“Ghhh—aaahhh—he’s sliding—he’s sliding out—!”
With one final grunt—
“NNNHHHHHH!!”
—the baby slipped out completely, into Leon’s waiting hands.
A moment of stunned silence.
Then—
A cry.
Leon held the baby up, eyes wet. Junho sobbed as his head lolled back against the pillows.
“I—I did it… I really… oh god—he’s out—”
Leon kissed his temple. “You pushed out our giant.”
Junho, still trembling, whispered, “I can feel everything open… I can’t close my legs… I—I think I’m wrecked…”
Leon gently placed the crying baby on Junho’s chest. “You’re beautiful. And you just did the impossible.”
Junho sobbed, clinging to the warmth of their newborn.
“I can’t believe he fit… I can’t believe I did that…”
Leon took up their son, cradled and crying.
“Wait…” Junho blinked. “Wh-what—?”
A second contraction slammed him.
His eyes went wide.
“No—nonononono—Leon—AHHHH!!”
Junho was sobbing uncontrollably.
The first baby had just been born — 16 pounds of solid, screaming life — and he lay limp on the mattress, legs spread, hole wide open and gaping, belly still grotesquely distended.
He blinked, dazed, drenched in sweat. His whole body trembled.
Leon wrapped the baby in a towel and placed him to the side, then turned back—just in time to see Junho arch violently and scream.
“AHHHHHHHH—!! N-NO—NO—NO—!!”
Junho clutched his belly. “T-there’s—AAHH—th-there’s another—!”
His belly rippled again.
Leon’s eyes widened. “It’s a twin.”
Junho wailed.
“NnnnNGHHHHHHHHH—W-WHY—?! H-HOW—?! I-I CAN’T—!”
“You have to. He’s coming now.”
“FUCK! FUCK—AAHHH—NO—!”
Leon moved between his legs again. “He’s lower than the first. He’s coming fast.”
Junho flipped to all fours, moaning, belly dragging low.
“OHHH—OHHH—NNNGHHHHH—s-so—so much pressure—!”
Junho pushed hard. There was no break. His thighs quivered beneath him. His gaping hole still hadn’t closed from the first birth. The new baby surged forward almost immediately.
“HE’S COMING OUT!!” Junho shrieked, the pitch of his voice nearly feral.
“Head’s crowning!” Leon called.
“NNNNGH! AHHHHH! F-FUCKING—HURTS—SO—MUCH—!”
The head split him open again, this one sharper, pointier, sliding through tissue already raw and torn.
Junho screamed, long and broken, collapsing to his elbows.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—IT’S TEARING AGAIN!!”
“You’re doing it!” Leon shouted, heart hammering.
Junho sobbed and gritted his teeth. “GET IT OUT—GET HIM OUT!!”
One long push.
“HHHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH—!!”
The baby popped free again, wet and fast.
Junho moaned weakly, breath gone.
Leon guided the body free as Junho cried openly.
“AHH! AH—AAHH—H-he’s—he’s out…?”
Leon held the second baby up. “You did it. Both of them.”
Junho rolled onto his side, legs twitching, eyes glassy.
His hole gaped open, red and pulsing, still leaking fluid. His stomach was soft now, empty, trembling under his palm. He reached out toward Leon blindly.
Leon caught his hand, held it tight, knelt next to him, and pulled his head against his chest.
“You did it,” he whispered. “You broke every record. You pushed out thirty-two pounds of baby.”
Junho let out a shaking breath, tears falling down his cheeks. “I thought I was gonna die.”
Leon kissed his hair. “You lived. And you birthed champions.”
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Livestream: Baby Update + BIG Announcement 🎥
The camera opened to a wide kitchen shot.
Junho sat on the marble counter, dressed in a cropped sweatshirt that couldn’t hide the growing swell beneath it. His thighs thicker, his belly already starting to round again.
Leon stood beside him, feeding one of the twins — now the size of chunky toddlers — while the other waddled in circles on the floor.
Junho smiled at the camera, cheeks pink.
“So,” he said softly, “this body… isn’t done yet.”
He lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a soft, taut dome already growing beneath his ribs.
Leon kissed his temple.
“Round two.”