Graphic Mpreg Birth in Car
Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut as he felt another contraction. They were slowly getting worse, each one leaving him more breathless than the last. “Drive faster,” he urged his husband, Matt.
Matt glanced over at Jeremy nervously. He bit his lip anxiously as he saw sweat drip down the other male’s forehead. “Don’t push yet, Jer! I know it’s hard, but you have to hold back.”
“Damn the traffic!!!” Jeremy screamed, throwing his head back as he felt his contraction peaking. Luckily his water hadn’t broken yet, so although the contractions were very painful, he probably wouldn’t give birth yet.
Still, the contractions were too painful. Jeremy panted hard, gripping Matt’s forearm. “You have to pull over,” he choked, forcing urgency into his voice. “You have to check me,” he moaned. There was no way he was under ten centimeters, not with contractions this awful.
Matt winced as Jeremy let out a roar o