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9
It is the start of ten weeks into his pregnancy. Clint can be found laying on the couch in a rotten mood. The drain on his mood is a mix of symptoms that loosely could be blamed on his pregnancy. But the main one is from the weather, as it has gone from hot and humid. Too hot and extremely dry. The dryness is causing his sinuses to give off a constant throbbing ache. And why if anyone was to come into his house would see a damp rag laid across his nose.
He silently hoped the humidifiers he had ordered would show up today. As he constantly fidgets trying to find a position that keeps his hips from hurting. This pain is definitely a symptom of his pregnancy. But caused not completely by the child. Or as he sighed, looking at the not insignificant bulge his abdomen sported. It being already like he swallowed a big bowl, likely children. It was from a disgusting gray pill the size of a large marble. He had been having to take it since his fourth-week check-up.
Thankfully, they told him once he finished the bottle he didn’t have to get them refilled. He’d finished the last of them two days ago. The pill is supposed to get his body to the proper hormonal level of a female of his race at early pregnancy. Because of his unusual body, to say the pills had hit his system hard is an understatement. His entire body ached everywhere, terrible headaches would leave him in bed most days. Buried under covers curled up in a little ball with the room as dark as possible.
The nausea he managed to not really have from his pregnancy showed up with vengeance anytime he ate anything more than light soup. Or smelled anything really strong. And to top it all off, his chest hurt so much most of the time he couldn’t wear a shirt. He at least could say he had breasts now. They were barely noticeable really he wasn’t sure how big they were. It is doubtful they would even make it into the b range. Little more than tiny bumps, but they were easily noticeable, at least to him compared to his once utterly flat chest.
His mood is also not helped by the nurses at the Institute constantly bothering him. Then the way the eight-week check-up went. He finally told them to just stop. Unless something bad is going to happen, just let him be. The last appointment went better. Still couldn’t see inside him well enough to say for sure how many he was pregnant with. His yelling had at least got the point across. He wouldn’t have to go back till fifteen weeks if nothing came up.
He groaned loudly as the doorbell rang, but smiled a little when he saw two boxes sitting there. Carrying them in, he immediately set about putting the biggest one together and turning it on. After a few minutes of standing over it he sighs in relief, feeling the pressure lessen. After setting up the smaller one in the bedroom, he decides to find something to eat. Remembering Henry would not be home till extremely late today.
What was originally going to be his dad visiting the colony. Has turned into someone else coming to be the permanent head overseer for the entire colony. This seemed to concern Henry more than it should. Even though he was unwilling to talk about it. Which was very unusual. Any problem that came up they both always at some level were willing to discuss it with each other.
It was concerning, but he expects Henry will talk about it when he is ready. He also seems to have just accepted that he’s the head of security. Even though crime isn’t too much a thing here, only around twenty or thirty thousand people here. And relatively scattered about, but growing. He wasn’t too happy with it being his job, but it wasn’t like he was out solving crimes or anything. Most of his work was meetings. So many meetings.
A loud beep from the well ai too fancy for it. The house assistant makes him jump and curse about not being used to it yet. Hearing the message, he walks down to Henry’s office. Finding who the message is from, he can’t help but smile. It was at least from the address from his family. He always found it dumb that these things don’t have people’s names. Instead of only the address but it at least showed it was delivered.
Opening, he finds not his parents but his oldest sister. Well, older? Everything always has to be complicated; she was from the pregnancy before the one he was born in. She also appeared to be alone, though still clearly in his old home. He could make out the ancient wall tv poking out around the corner of her right shoulder.
“Hi little brother. We’d nearly given up on hearing from you. First off. I am so happy for you. Hope he treats you right, you two make an adorable couple. You always seemed to attract the biggest partners.”
He blushes at her comment, even if it was true.
“Also, I am so jealous of you. Going off to school and getting married to a filthy rich and handsome man.”
She sticks her tongue out at him. Before she’s briefly interrupted from someone yelling. If he had to guess, it was one of her children for it sounded younger. His memory was fuzzy, but best he could remember she had six kids. Should be teenagers by now.
“Second. I want pictures, videos or something from your pregnancy. Not every day your little brother gets pregnant. Besides, mom will love it too. Dad likely would just want to see his newest grand child or children. Knowing how we seem to be destined to have gigantic families. Don’t know how you’re going to handle it. If he’s anything to go by, you will be huge by the end.”
He sighs and rubs his stomach. He didn’t know how he was going to handle it either. It barely started, he’s already this big.
“Sure you want to know why I am here talking to you instead of mom and dad. Bit of a long story. But short of it is, not too long after you stopped calling us. Dad decided he would retire, mom was kinda cross with him about it as it was very sudden. Maybe he realizes how he treated, that sounds so terrible. But he treated you over the whole deal.
And Sasha deciding to finally use her management degree, even if not in his factory. Likely helped him some. Anyway, about four months… maybe five after he retired. They went on a vacation? Would be what you have to call it. Mainly a trip around to a few district capitals and a cruise out to Papula. Think that’s what the resort way out to the east is called. I forget. It’s an island thing for old people.”
“Then as of three months ago they are living way up north, four districts away now. A very pretty place up in a tiny mountain village. We moved back here to monitor the house while they traveled. Aiming to just be till they got back, but then they surprised us with the new house and signed this place over to us.
I sent your message to them but haven’t heard back yet. Though by the time you get this, I probably will. Place is really old school. They even have a person who delivers mail to the house. You’d like the place. Hopefully, I will remember to send you some pictures of it. If not, this time will, in a couple months when everyone gets together for mom’s birthday/ the holiday she celebrates.”
He’d completely forgotten about it. Maybe he could talk Henry into going. Though by then he will probably be uncomfortably huge. Also probably expected of them now, with them being married and all. Travel might be hard to arrange. Have to just wait and see, he guessed.
She’s interrupted again, this time by several voices yelling at each other. She curses under her breath.
“Damn kids. Always arguing about something.”
She smiles at him.
“I don’t want to be you when yours are this age. Guess I should end this and go deal with them. Again little brother, I can’t be happier for you. Hope to see you soon. Tell Henry he better be nice to you or he will hear from me. If they send anything, I will send it as soon as I can. Love you, Bye.”
Once it ends, he sighs he missed home. Then goes back to finding something to eat.
10.
Clint grumbles to himself as he tries to tie his swimsuit top by using the mirror in the bathroom. He couldn’t believe he let Henry talk him into going to the beach. Let alone wearing a bikini top. He felt huge and fat. Even if it was all belly, he’d swear it got bigger every day. He wasn’t much of a swimmer. And it’s still so hot outside. Not as bad as the weeks, maybe month as it has been, but still hot. Though there was a decent breeze today.
Huffing angrily, he goes to find Henry to have him tie it. He hasn’t discussed going to visit his family yet. Deciding to wait till whatever is bothering from work to pass. Which seemed to be close. At least his mood has improved over the last week or so. He finds him in the kitchen packing a large ice chest.
“Henry, Can you please tie this stupid thing? Before I throw it away and just find a shirt.”
Henry chuckles before turning around and tying it. When done, he steps back from him while he turns around.
“Thanks was getting very annoyed with it.”
He says fiddling with it. It was a size too big really, but was the first one he ordered. If anything, it will last longer
.
He sees the way Henry is staring at him.
“What do I still have food on my face?”
He wipes at his face as Henry just grins.
His appetite has come back with some vengeance at around half way through eleven weeks. Now he’s at thirteen weeks, well in two days he’d be at thirteen. If his waistline was anything to go by. The little ones approved his new found appetite.
“No honey, I’m just in love with how beautiful you look.”
He looks down at himself and blushes.
“You’re just saying that. I am becoming a big fat bunny.”
Henry moves to him and pulls him into a hug.
“Shush now. No, you’re not. You’re more gorgeous now to me than ever.”
He laughs a little.
“Lets see you say that when we get so big we have to have you carry us around all the time.”
Henry lets out a rumbling laugh.
“I will just you wait. Besides, if you really feel so down on yourself, just think that it’s for our kids. Bigger means healthier, right?”
He gently rubs his bump with one of his huge hands.
“I guess so.”
He sighs softly before asking.
“How many do you think we are having?”
“Honestly, no idea. You are, at least by that book you found on your species pregnancies bigger than it says for how far we are.”
He sees Henry look past him, well over him. He knows where. It’s to the wall where they taped up a couple of sheets of poster board. After his message from his sister and then their own want to record his pregnancy. They started using it to mark his growth. Between now and when they started, he could nearly fit two of his fingers between the marks.
He smiled to himself at how Henry wanted to mark his butt and breast too. He told him no; he needed a better excuse to feel him up. Henry had played innocent. Then relented that if he had serious changes, maybe.
“Don’t know how much your side of things is going to affect it. If my memory serves me right. From the stuff, Ali gave us that there could be three or four. I think they put six or seven eggs in total inside you. So guess that could be true if their expectations are right. If I remember from my old high school biology class, they are likely the size of.. Maybe a chicken egg, well maybe bigger than a chicken. Sept just like jelly and not hard.”
Clint sighs and rubs one hand on the side of his bump.
“If we really want to know, we’d need to go try the ultrasound again. Though two weeks isn’t that long to wait for the next appointment.”
Henry offers, seeing his worried look.
“I guess. Just would like to know. I already expect there to be more than one in here. Though that’s pretty plain to see. I don’t look like I would expect someone this early to be. I look definitely pregnant or weirdly fat.”
Henry’s turn to sigh at his commitment and kisses him on the cheek.
“Honey, you’re beautiful to anyone who matters. Which is only me. “
He smiles at Henry’s goofy grin. Before lightly punching him in the chest.
“I guess I should take my husband’s word for it.”
Henry smiles.
“You most certainly should. Now, are you ready for our day at the beach?”
“Yeah, I guess let me go pee. Then guess I’m ready.”
After he stands in front of the mirror checking himself over. Running his hands over his bottoms, he sighs. They were not really swim shorts but would do. There were a pair of old bicycle shorts he had. As he didn’t want to deal with bikini bottoms right now. They were small even before when he had thicker fur, but now they were tight all over his hips and butt. He bet Henry likes them. His top is tie-dye while his shorts are a splattering of many streaks of color.
Not remotely stretchy enough to reach all the underside of his bump. But the waistband didn’t squeeze him tight enough to be uncomfortable. His top is noticeably too big, but it would last into his pregnancy and save him from buying a bra. At least for now. He remembered when he first got it he had to cut the string in half. As they were long enough when he first tried it on, they touched his tail and irritated him to no end.
One last look at himself. He heads outside to the company car Henry has been given. After all the meetings of late, they decided it was easier for him to have his own car. Then to keep sending one to him. It was a tiny car, only seated two. Though if they were both his size, they would never fit. Honestly, if he was human-sized, it would be a really uncomfortable fit. The car did have an exceptionally large trunk. He also didn’t like the blandest shade of gray that it is.
He smiled at how happy Henry is about going to the beach. He told him the first time they went on a date to the beach back when they were college students. About one of his fondest memories of his home planet. Was when he and his parents went to the beach together and stayed for several days. He also said the oceans on his planet were not that safe to swim in.
At least for his people because of the minerals and insanely high salt content. All came down to their scales. If they were in it for too long without washing off, they’d develop some condition. He said it is called salt scale. But he found nothing by that name when he looked into it.
He found that the seas here are safe for anyone to swim in sept for certain avian species. As it could damage their feathers if they were in it too long. The ocean is really beautiful to look at up close. It is the most vibrant blue he’s ever seen. The beach isn’t that nice as the sand is this odd light grayish white. He asked someone the first time he was near it while shopping and the person just said it’s what all the sand on the island is like.
The parking lot is crowded when they arrive. But it doesn’t take too long to get down the cliff side stairs. Once they have set up everything in their little area on the beach. It is in the shade of the massive sea wall that they built over the last month.
He sits on the blanket and watches a shirtless Henry trot off into the water. As he enjoys his ice tea. Leaning back against the pillow he brought and the ice chest. He can’t help but giggle at how gangly he swims. With one hand resting on his bump, he can’t help but think of the future.
It is the start of ten weeks into his pregnancy. Clint can be found laying on the couch in a rotten mood. The drain on his mood is a mix of symptoms that loosely could be blamed on his pregnancy. But the main one is from the weather, as it has gone from hot and humid. Too hot and extremely dry. The dryness is causing his sinuses to give off a constant throbbing ache. And why if anyone was to come into his house would see a damp rag laid across his nose.
He silently hoped the humidifiers he had ordered would show up today. As he constantly fidgets trying to find a position that keeps his hips from hurting. This pain is definitely a symptom of his pregnancy. But caused not completely by the child. Or as he sighed, looking at the not insignificant bulge his abdomen sported. It being already like he swallowed a big bowl, likely children. It was from a disgusting gray pill the size of a large marble. He had been having to take it since his fourth-week check-up.
Thankfully, they told him once he finished the bottle he didn’t have to get them refilled. He’d finished the last of them two days ago. The pill is supposed to get his body to the proper hormonal level of a female of his race at early pregnancy. Because of his unusual body, to say the pills had hit his system hard is an understatement. His entire body ached everywhere, terrible headaches would leave him in bed most days. Buried under covers curled up in a little ball with the room as dark as possible.
The nausea he managed to not really have from his pregnancy showed up with vengeance anytime he ate anything more than light soup. Or smelled anything really strong. And to top it all off, his chest hurt so much most of the time he couldn’t wear a shirt. He at least could say he had breasts now. They were barely noticeable really he wasn’t sure how big they were. It is doubtful they would even make it into the b range. Little more than tiny bumps, but they were easily noticeable, at least to him compared to his once utterly flat chest.
His mood is also not helped by the nurses at the Institute constantly bothering him. Then the way the eight-week check-up went. He finally told them to just stop. Unless something bad is going to happen, just let him be. The last appointment went better. Still couldn’t see inside him well enough to say for sure how many he was pregnant with. His yelling had at least got the point across. He wouldn’t have to go back till fifteen weeks if nothing came up.
He groaned loudly as the doorbell rang, but smiled a little when he saw two boxes sitting there. Carrying them in, he immediately set about putting the biggest one together and turning it on. After a few minutes of standing over it he sighs in relief, feeling the pressure lessen. After setting up the smaller one in the bedroom, he decides to find something to eat. Remembering Henry would not be home till extremely late today.
What was originally going to be his dad visiting the colony. Has turned into someone else coming to be the permanent head overseer for the entire colony. This seemed to concern Henry more than it should. Even though he was unwilling to talk about it. Which was very unusual. Any problem that came up they both always at some level were willing to discuss it with each other.
It was concerning, but he expects Henry will talk about it when he is ready. He also seems to have just accepted that he’s the head of security. Even though crime isn’t too much a thing here, only around twenty or thirty thousand people here. And relatively scattered about, but growing. He wasn’t too happy with it being his job, but it wasn’t like he was out solving crimes or anything. Most of his work was meetings. So many meetings.
A loud beep from the well ai too fancy for it. The house assistant makes him jump and curse about not being used to it yet. Hearing the message, he walks down to Henry’s office. Finding who the message is from, he can’t help but smile. It was at least from the address from his family. He always found it dumb that these things don’t have people’s names. Instead of only the address but it at least showed it was delivered.
Opening, he finds not his parents but his oldest sister. Well, older? Everything always has to be complicated; she was from the pregnancy before the one he was born in. She also appeared to be alone, though still clearly in his old home. He could make out the ancient wall tv poking out around the corner of her right shoulder.
“Hi little brother. We’d nearly given up on hearing from you. First off. I am so happy for you. Hope he treats you right, you two make an adorable couple. You always seemed to attract the biggest partners.”
He blushes at her comment, even if it was true.
“Also, I am so jealous of you. Going off to school and getting married to a filthy rich and handsome man.”
She sticks her tongue out at him. Before she’s briefly interrupted from someone yelling. If he had to guess, it was one of her children for it sounded younger. His memory was fuzzy, but best he could remember she had six kids. Should be teenagers by now.
“Second. I want pictures, videos or something from your pregnancy. Not every day your little brother gets pregnant. Besides, mom will love it too. Dad likely would just want to see his newest grand child or children. Knowing how we seem to be destined to have gigantic families. Don’t know how you’re going to handle it. If he’s anything to go by, you will be huge by the end.”
He sighs and rubs his stomach. He didn’t know how he was going to handle it either. It barely started, he’s already this big.
“Sure you want to know why I am here talking to you instead of mom and dad. Bit of a long story. But short of it is, not too long after you stopped calling us. Dad decided he would retire, mom was kinda cross with him about it as it was very sudden. Maybe he realizes how he treated, that sounds so terrible. But he treated you over the whole deal.
And Sasha deciding to finally use her management degree, even if not in his factory. Likely helped him some. Anyway, about four months… maybe five after he retired. They went on a vacation? Would be what you have to call it. Mainly a trip around to a few district capitals and a cruise out to Papula. Think that’s what the resort way out to the east is called. I forget. It’s an island thing for old people.”
“Then as of three months ago they are living way up north, four districts away now. A very pretty place up in a tiny mountain village. We moved back here to monitor the house while they traveled. Aiming to just be till they got back, but then they surprised us with the new house and signed this place over to us.
I sent your message to them but haven’t heard back yet. Though by the time you get this, I probably will. Place is really old school. They even have a person who delivers mail to the house. You’d like the place. Hopefully, I will remember to send you some pictures of it. If not, this time will, in a couple months when everyone gets together for mom’s birthday/ the holiday she celebrates.”
He’d completely forgotten about it. Maybe he could talk Henry into going. Though by then he will probably be uncomfortably huge. Also probably expected of them now, with them being married and all. Travel might be hard to arrange. Have to just wait and see, he guessed.
She’s interrupted again, this time by several voices yelling at each other. She curses under her breath.
“Damn kids. Always arguing about something.”
She smiles at him.
“I don’t want to be you when yours are this age. Guess I should end this and go deal with them. Again little brother, I can’t be happier for you. Hope to see you soon. Tell Henry he better be nice to you or he will hear from me. If they send anything, I will send it as soon as I can. Love you, Bye.”
Once it ends, he sighs he missed home. Then goes back to finding something to eat.
10.
Clint grumbles to himself as he tries to tie his swimsuit top by using the mirror in the bathroom. He couldn’t believe he let Henry talk him into going to the beach. Let alone wearing a bikini top. He felt huge and fat. Even if it was all belly, he’d swear it got bigger every day. He wasn’t much of a swimmer. And it’s still so hot outside. Not as bad as the weeks, maybe month as it has been, but still hot. Though there was a decent breeze today.
Huffing angrily, he goes to find Henry to have him tie it. He hasn’t discussed going to visit his family yet. Deciding to wait till whatever is bothering from work to pass. Which seemed to be close. At least his mood has improved over the last week or so. He finds him in the kitchen packing a large ice chest.
“Henry, Can you please tie this stupid thing? Before I throw it away and just find a shirt.”
Henry chuckles before turning around and tying it. When done, he steps back from him while he turns around.
“Thanks was getting very annoyed with it.”
He says fiddling with it. It was a size too big really, but was the first one he ordered. If anything, it will last longer
.
He sees the way Henry is staring at him.
“What do I still have food on my face?”
He wipes at his face as Henry just grins.
His appetite has come back with some vengeance at around half way through eleven weeks. Now he’s at thirteen weeks, well in two days he’d be at thirteen. If his waistline was anything to go by. The little ones approved his new found appetite.
“No honey, I’m just in love with how beautiful you look.”
He looks down at himself and blushes.
“You’re just saying that. I am becoming a big fat bunny.”
Henry moves to him and pulls him into a hug.
“Shush now. No, you’re not. You’re more gorgeous now to me than ever.”
He laughs a little.
“Lets see you say that when we get so big we have to have you carry us around all the time.”
Henry lets out a rumbling laugh.
“I will just you wait. Besides, if you really feel so down on yourself, just think that it’s for our kids. Bigger means healthier, right?”
He gently rubs his bump with one of his huge hands.
“I guess so.”
He sighs softly before asking.
“How many do you think we are having?”
“Honestly, no idea. You are, at least by that book you found on your species pregnancies bigger than it says for how far we are.”
He sees Henry look past him, well over him. He knows where. It’s to the wall where they taped up a couple of sheets of poster board. After his message from his sister and then their own want to record his pregnancy. They started using it to mark his growth. Between now and when they started, he could nearly fit two of his fingers between the marks.
He smiled to himself at how Henry wanted to mark his butt and breast too. He told him no; he needed a better excuse to feel him up. Henry had played innocent. Then relented that if he had serious changes, maybe.
“Don’t know how much your side of things is going to affect it. If my memory serves me right. From the stuff, Ali gave us that there could be three or four. I think they put six or seven eggs in total inside you. So guess that could be true if their expectations are right. If I remember from my old high school biology class, they are likely the size of.. Maybe a chicken egg, well maybe bigger than a chicken. Sept just like jelly and not hard.”
Clint sighs and rubs one hand on the side of his bump.
“If we really want to know, we’d need to go try the ultrasound again. Though two weeks isn’t that long to wait for the next appointment.”
Henry offers, seeing his worried look.
“I guess. Just would like to know. I already expect there to be more than one in here. Though that’s pretty plain to see. I don’t look like I would expect someone this early to be. I look definitely pregnant or weirdly fat.”
Henry’s turn to sigh at his commitment and kisses him on the cheek.
“Honey, you’re beautiful to anyone who matters. Which is only me. “
He smiles at Henry’s goofy grin. Before lightly punching him in the chest.
“I guess I should take my husband’s word for it.”
Henry smiles.
“You most certainly should. Now, are you ready for our day at the beach?”
“Yeah, I guess let me go pee. Then guess I’m ready.”
After he stands in front of the mirror checking himself over. Running his hands over his bottoms, he sighs. They were not really swim shorts but would do. There were a pair of old bicycle shorts he had. As he didn’t want to deal with bikini bottoms right now. They were small even before when he had thicker fur, but now they were tight all over his hips and butt. He bet Henry likes them. His top is tie-dye while his shorts are a splattering of many streaks of color.
Not remotely stretchy enough to reach all the underside of his bump. But the waistband didn’t squeeze him tight enough to be uncomfortable. His top is noticeably too big, but it would last into his pregnancy and save him from buying a bra. At least for now. He remembered when he first got it he had to cut the string in half. As they were long enough when he first tried it on, they touched his tail and irritated him to no end.
One last look at himself. He heads outside to the company car Henry has been given. After all the meetings of late, they decided it was easier for him to have his own car. Then to keep sending one to him. It was a tiny car, only seated two. Though if they were both his size, they would never fit. Honestly, if he was human-sized, it would be a really uncomfortable fit. The car did have an exceptionally large trunk. He also didn’t like the blandest shade of gray that it is.
He smiled at how happy Henry is about going to the beach. He told him the first time they went on a date to the beach back when they were college students. About one of his fondest memories of his home planet. Was when he and his parents went to the beach together and stayed for several days. He also said the oceans on his planet were not that safe to swim in.
At least for his people because of the minerals and insanely high salt content. All came down to their scales. If they were in it for too long without washing off, they’d develop some condition. He said it is called salt scale. But he found nothing by that name when he looked into it.
He found that the seas here are safe for anyone to swim in sept for certain avian species. As it could damage their feathers if they were in it too long. The ocean is really beautiful to look at up close. It is the most vibrant blue he’s ever seen. The beach isn’t that nice as the sand is this odd light grayish white. He asked someone the first time he was near it while shopping and the person just said it’s what all the sand on the island is like.
The parking lot is crowded when they arrive. But it doesn’t take too long to get down the cliff side stairs. Once they have set up everything in their little area on the beach. It is in the shade of the massive sea wall that they built over the last month.
He sits on the blanket and watches a shirtless Henry trot off into the water. As he enjoys his ice tea. Leaning back against the pillow he brought and the ice chest. He can’t help but giggle at how gangly he swims. With one hand resting on his bump, he can’t help but think of the future.
Category Story / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
Gender Intersex
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