Cribs in Camo Ch. 02

Hey Guys,

So I really enjoyed writing the first chapter of the awkwardly named Cribs in Camo. So I will be writing another.

I warn of the regular stuff with me; men with pussies, breasts, pregnancies, even dresses, the whole nine. If you could be made uncomfortable of my uneducated playing-with of the male gender borderlines, I suggest you step away now. I don't intend to offend, but it is possible I will, and I do not want to do that at all.

Otherwise, please enjoy and definitely leave your comments in the section below.

The Illuminaughty

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Nathan woke up again the next day. 9:00 in the morning on this particular moon. Time would appear to move differently, but it all felt the same. The same deal happened again, the lights came up and his uniform stared down at him yet again, nameplate stark against the camouflage and numerous tags upon his breast shining in the penetrating white light. His breakfast was brought to him, he placed it on his ever-growing belly as he ate. The doctor came in and gave the regular exam, with the same healthy prognosis.

Unlike the preceding day, Nathan decided to get up before lunch. He stood up, his belly weighing down on him awkwardly. The outfit was surprisingly hospital-grade, a regular gown with only the addition of white cloth pants and underwear.

Nathan shed the gown, changing it for a plain white tee standard in the army. The tee had been, for several months, much too small for his burgeoning chest and belly. He put it on, though, the fabric squeezing his chest and holding to his belly like a magnet. It didn't even reach his navel, but it would have to do. Though the bra they had supplied him with was surprisingly comfortable and relatively complimenting, the exaggerated breasts that appeared under his shirt failed to excite him much.

He brushed his relatively long hair and shaved his face in the mirror that appeared with a press of a button out of the wall. He pushed his feet into the slippers, the only gray thing in the so far white ensemble. He put on his glasses, thin black frames to go along with the relatively weak prescription.

Walking through the halls of the quarantine, Nathan looked into some of the rooms. A few of them had couples in them, one of the forty or so he managed to look into before getting tired and resting had a couple, both men pregnant, seemingly copulating in the bed. Fucking in quarantine, what a classic. Nathan rolled his eyes, rubbing his belly.

Suddenly, a nurse came up to him and handed him a hard plastic mask.

"Breathe through this, Private James. You've been here through countless deliveries, you know the drill." Nathan took the mask and nodded, breathing through the oxygen mask. It was a precaution, but the mask protected against the outside world.

This was one of the famous shipments, the arrival of five or ten men, usually in some degree of pregnancy, or accompanying their boyfriends. It was widely accepted that these quarantines would not be lifted until a way to stop men who received in anal sex from being susceptible to pregnancy was found. Nathan had to commend the boyfriends for being so devoted.

Sitting on the floor, watching the airtight door's locks open one by one, Nathan remembered when he first arrived.

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Nathan's POV, 4.5 months earlier

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The guard in the black getup and the gas mask pushed me out of the shuttle into a bright white environment. I was followed by several other men, one of which looked like he ate a basketball, then decided to have another. I chuckled at the thought.

I walked down the hall, immediately grabbed by a nurse and directed to a room.

"Jesus, lady, I can walk by myself!"

"We have no idea what you, specifically, will be capable of when your pregnancy advances, sir. Please be understanding of my desire to assist you."

"I won't lose my capabilities for shit, ma'am. And it's Private James, thank you very much. My uniform still means something-though these other guys may have come from the moons- I came here from the battle front."

"Understood, Private James. Please drop your things in this room." I took the garbage bag full of my things from the barracks and dumped the contents on to the hospital bed. I piled the dozen and a half white tees on a shelf, my very small number of knicknacks placed beyond the pile of white pants that were already supplied to me. I stepped out of the room, still in my uniform, all the way to my cap and combat boots. I promptly ran back into the room to throw up.

"Morning sickness, eh?" said a voice from beyond the waste basket aside the bed, in a Swiss dialect of German.

"Go away, civilian, it's disrespectful to look at a man of the military in this way. And I speak English." I said, in more traditional German.

"Civilian? Hardly. I'm military too, my friend. And you're not military anymore, you're pregnant." I scoffed between my vomits, the nausea finally ceasing.

"You don't look all that... Oh." I began the sentence looking at him from the toes up, where he was fit, heavily pregnant, pale, muscular in the arms, and very handsome, as well as bearded and blonde. And holding a baby. Wow. I finished the sentence when I saw the military cap. I saluted him.

"Private Nathan James, formerly US Military." The armies had united a few years ago as one to fight the aliens as a single force.

"Sargent Nick Waid, at your service. Not that that means anything."

"How do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter here if you're military, rocket scientist, or the fucking president of the galaxy. You're pregnant, so you're muddled in with the rest of us."

"Well, so are you... for the second time? Wow." I looked at the baby, wide eyed.

"I've been here a long time, James. You come to like the place, or, at least, you have to. I'm on my second time around at 36 weeks. Trust me, you get used to it." I looked at him quizzically. How could he do this to himself? I suppose there couldn't be anything else to do around here...

"I have to feed him." Nick said. "Would you like to come along? I can't see why you shouldn't, newbie." He chuckled, cradling the baby as it fussed. I followed him, unsure. He led me through the halls.

"That doesn't happen too often." Nick pointed into a room with two nurses in it, each holding two babies on either side of a bed where a man lay, looking like he had decided to take the Epcot globe up his ass. He must have been 9 months with quintuplets. I glanced at the label on his room. It read as follows:

"Mark Jacobson, 7 months pregnant, septuplets. Four children. Condition: healthy, bedridden, case extreme. Little movement." I stood there, wide eyed. God, I hope that won't be me.

"Come on!" Nick pulled me through the hall. "That doesn't happen too often either." Nick laughed and pointed into a room where one pregnant man was penetrating another. The label on the room said,

"Casey and Taylor Castle, 7 and 8 months pregnant respectively with singular children. No offspring. Condition: highly active, sexually active, case not extreme." I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't stare!" Nick said, continuing to drag me, his gown floating as he walked hastily, holding the child. The baby began to cry. He pulled me in to a room and sat me down on a chair, proceeding to shed his gown and breastfeed in his bed, totally naked. I looked at him in shock, watching the baby suck its mother's breast.

"Is this making you uncomfortable?" he asked me, uncrossing his legs so his male and female privates were visible, but not ostentatiously so, to me. I looked in surprise when I saw his vagina.

"Yeah, a little..." I said, staring a little at the hole between his legs.

"Well, that kind of sucks. You're in a maternity hospital, pregnant men breastfeeding and with legs wide open are quite common here, my friend." he laughed.

"I don't mind the view, Nick. It's just the newness of it all that bothers me." The pure thought of putting the head of my cock into that pussy aroused me. Like the tightness of my uniform's top around my bulge, the effect occurred quite visibly in my pants.

It took about fifteen minutes of awkward conversation and breastfeeding to put the baby to sleep. It was soon after this that we traveled back to my room and went at it. His gown, on for the walk over, was made quick work of. He took my hat and boots first, followed by my pants, shirt, undershirt, and then underwear. He was quick to start on my cock, sucking it with more skill than I had experienced in a very long time.

I stood, this heavily pregnant man sucking my cock, for quite a while. I managed to maintain my stamina, eventually making him stop when I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I turned him around, on his knees, and took him slowly from behind, in his ass. God, it was tight. Glorious. I pushed in swiftly and without mercy, warranting a small cry from him. I retracted slowly, beginning to thrust with reduced pace and accelerating as time wore on.

He panted as I fucked him from behind, letting out moans when I spanked or squeezed his ass cheeks, quivering when I ran my hands over his sweating back. It was so sexy, watching him struggle a little under the pressure. I held his belly, leaning into him and thrusting with more power. My grunts were matched by his moans.

"Oh, god..." he said.

"Too much?" I asked him.

"Oh, no, for God's sake, too little." He smiled, and I thrust harder.

His moans kept on getting louder and louder, and I could sense that he was cumming when his ass tensed up. Cum spurted on to the ground just as my own ejaculate inundated his guts. He pushed me on to the ground, lying on top of me with his enormous belly beautifully blocking the view of his chest and neck. He leaned in and kissed me before getting up and putting on his gown.

"We should do this again sometime." he said, walking off with my cum leaking down his legs, visible through the huge slit in the back of the gown. And indeed we did. Over the next four weeks, we fucked each other almost ten times a week, as we had nothing else too interesting to do. That is, until something horrible happened.

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3 Months before present day

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"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"No, not after I've had my first one." Nick was holding his infant, now a week and a half old. The kid was late, but it was very healthy.

"That's amazing." I looked at the two of them, holding my own belly.

"Nicholas." A woman with a surgical mask walked in.

"Hello."

"Is this your husband or boyfriend, is he here with you?"

"He is a patient, but we're not affiliated like that."

"I am going to have to ask you to leave, then." she turned to me. I walked outside, watching the woman talk to Nick. They exchanged words for ten or fifteen minutes, with Nick taking a few glances over at me as he spoke.

"You may go back in, honey." the woman said to me as she left. I walked back in.

"I'm being transferred. They say I'm too healthy not to test..." he chuckled.

"But..." I protested.

"Nathan, many people come and go. For every new set of recruits, there is a mother who dies in childbirth, a mother who escapes his duties, and mothers like me who get transferred. It's part of the life."

"I won't get to see you!" I said, shedding a tear.

"Perhaps it's for the best. Supposedly, three is way more than two." He looked down at his infant, proceeding to look over at the more grown baby in its crib.

"No, I don't think so." I grabbed his hand.

"Nate, it's going to happen. Don't fight it, it doesn't figure well for you. Leave before I get all sad..." Nick started crying.

"Yes, sir..." I saluted him, turning on a dime and walking swiftly to my room before crying a fair bit. I watched as his cart was wheeled away, the mangers attached, and I caught his hand, waving to me, just as he disappeared from my field of view.

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Hey guys,

So here ends the second installment of my story. I will be working on a third one. I probably won't do another chapter of Motherly Love for a long while, if at all. I know it was popular, I just don't have a plan for it.

I like this story; I know the thing ended on a sad plot point. But plot is what I'm trying to start integrating between all the sex, so I am seriously happy with the way it turned out.

Awaiting your comments,

The Illuminaughty