Surprise Ch. 03

Hey Guys!

I know it's been a solid month since I last wrote for this series, but it's being resurrected. I'm confused about this story too, so let me remind you of a couple of details:

Casey Castle is pregnant and chubby, with his cock hidden inside his pussy. Brown hair and eyes, parted on one side. Big tits.

Taylor Castle is not pregnant, well breasted, well endowed, and thin. "Bieber" esque hair, but blonde at the tips and brown the rest of it. Pussy hidden in between his balls.

They're in Hawaii, on a planet several times the size of Earth, but similar. Not exact, though, Hawaii is off the coast of florida. Total land area around the size of Madagascar.

Should be enough detail for now. Expect another issue in less than a month, but not much. Enjoy it, with my disclaimer of constant feminization of males and masculinization of females. Deal.

The Illuminaughty

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Taylor's POV

We landed in Hawaii in record time. Noon Hawaii time, which gave us time to get back to the luxury suites of a five star hotel. We had some naked fun in the hotel before unpacking and getting our Hawaii on. We left the hotel, I was wearing a neon green set of swim trunks that fit like short shorts, and a black bikini top. Casey wore a black bikini top and a neon green set of thong-like bikini bottoms. We matched beautifully, and we both wore green-framed sunglasses to complete the look.

As we left the hotel, Casey ended up tripping on his flip flops. I helped him up, kissing a slight cut he got on his hand. He drew me in for a slow, passionate kiss.

"C'mon." Casey said. He grabbed my hand, pulling me back in to the hotel. We got out to the front, open to the sun, and went up to our rental. The MP4-12C convertible awaited us. The lobby held the best cars in there, on the floor. The Embassy Suites, they were called, I think- the lobby doubled as a big garage for a couple of cars.

"But wait, we don't have the keys... I'll get them from the room...." I began.

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Sudden change in POV. Suck it.

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Casey's POV

"I'll get them from the room..." Taylor started. I stopped him, grabbing his arm, which held the blue clutch purse.

"There's no need." I said, putting a hand on the lower decline of my belly. I slipped my hands into my bikini thong, retrieving the keys from my pussy. I moaned a little, and a drip or two was visibly running down my leg. I handed Taylor the key.

"Dirty..... I love it." Taylor said, grabbing the key, rubbing off my juices, and then licking his finger. I smiled. Taylor unlocked the car. We got in, opening the roof of the green and black hyper car. Taylor told me its top speed was 204. I believed him.

We drove off into downtown Honolulu traffic. Sluts were commonplace on this planet, we are completely pro-sex. Most mainland beaches were nude. But on this island, they are pretty conservative, most of the beaches are clothing required. But around town, it's a different story. The only clothing universally worn is shoes.

We drove halfway to the other side of the island. We finally found a nude beach. This one was was a relatively quiet but still busy beach, and we found a spot after about five minutes of searching. Taylor drove the umbrella into the ground, laid down a towel, and sat. He removed his meager clothing, and the women and men around him stared as I removed my own clothes. I sat down next to him, and we rolled to our sides so we faced each other.

"They're staring at us..." Taylor said, kissing me. I took off my sunglasses and laid them down under the umbrella. Taylor dropped his next to mine.

"I know, isn't it awesome?" I said. Taylor smiled and grabbed one of my tits, fondling. I saw a gigantically muscled man with a hell of a pussy reach towards us, attempting to grab Taylor's ass.

"Hey! Watch it!" I snapped at him. Taylor turned, looking at the guy.

"Well, who are we to intrude on his fun? He's got three holes, he's practically begging for it." Taylor grabbed the guy's hand, putting him on his back on the towel. He straddled the stranger, monstrous cock hanging lightly over his pussy. It was always hilarious when he did this, and always fun. More fun always ensued, but we knew that there was only to be romantic feelings between us. We'd always been able to separate love from lust.

I descended on his face, and he readily licked my pussy as Taylor fucked him ruthlessly from behind. A woman with a big cock entered Taylor's ass, and then the chain built. I started sucking a cock, that guy's asshole was entered by another guy. The chain kept linking, until practically the entire beach was into it. When Taylor and I left, much of the sand was covered in cum. It was recorded as the biggest gang bang in a decade.

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Casey's POV- Labor Day (Warning: birth scene. There'll be a break when it's done)

On August 4th, at 7:00 AM, I woke up in my room at the hotel in Hawaii. Three days until we were to go back. I was two days overdue. And I stood up, and water dripped down my leg. I pushed my knees together. This was the day. I woke up Taylor.

"Today is the day. My water broke."

"HOLY SHIT! Let's go to the hospital! Grab the keys, throw something on, let's get going!"

~7:15 AM

I got into the car. Short short jeans, an elastic cotton shirt without straps, no bra or panties. Taylor wore a simple tank top, black bra, and short shorts. He started the car, driving off as fast as possible. He produced a yellow light with a siren, turning it on. Cars got out of the way, knowing that this meant medical emergency. Taylor drove on, softly turning corners and shooting down straights as fast as he could until we reached the hospital.

~7:40 AM

Doctors rushed up to the door of the convertible with a stretcher. I lay down on it, they told me to take off my clothes and put them under my back. As they rushed me through the doors with Taylor walking behind, I sat naked, clutching my gigantic belly, in pain. This thing was obviously huge.

~7:50 AM

I was put into a room. Taylor walked in a few minutes later, having caught up. A doctor stayed with me, asking me all sorts of questions about my diet and my sexual health and what I felt going on. The baby's head felt like it was the size of a baseball, and my pelvis hurt like hell.

~8:00 AM

The delivery doctors arrived. I think I remember them in hair covers and sea green scrubs with color matching face masks, and Taylor later told me that the scrubs were blue and the face masks white. My pain was about 6/10, and they finally got me the drugs. My pain went largely away when they gave me the freaking spinal tap thing.

~8:05 AM

Taylor watched as my legs were put into stirrups and they examined my vagina. Someone said,

"Dilation at three centimeters." A doctor stuck her finger in, proclaiming she could feel the baby's head.

~8:08 AM

"Eight centimeters. Everybody prepare. Taylor, grab your wife's hand." Taylor started to protest, proclaiming I was a man.

"I said grab your wife's fucking hand. He's not going to be able to deliver this baby without something to hold on to. Nine centimeters. Push on my mark, Casey."

~8:09 AM

"Nine and a half.... Ten centimeters." The doctor said. She put her hands just below my opening pussy and told me,

"It's time to push. Ready? One, two, three, PUSH!" Everything between my hips from my navel to my pussy hurt. I tensed then flexed my muscles, and felt the enormity move. The doctor proclaimed the head was crowning. I pushed harder, and the head cleared my clit. The shoulders hit my insides hard, and I recoiled.

"Okay, Casey, I need you to push just once more, okay? Then your gorgeous baby will be born. Just give me one huge push."

I sat up a little bit, getting better leverage. I gave it one big push, and over my breasts I saw the baby spill out on to the hospital stretcher. I lay back in relief, sweating profusely. Taylor got to cut the cord, they took the baby away for only a few minutes and brought it back with a white tape on its leg, all cleaned up. I held the crying baby in my arms, rocking it. The baby stopped crying. I took my baby's arms and put them on a breast, and the baby started sucking on my nips.

NOON, 3 DAYS LATER

We called him Kevin. Kevin Castle. August 4th, alive at 8:12 AM. Taylor, Kevin and I went back to the hotel. Taylor switched the car out, now it was a Ferrari California Turbo. At this point, we were in the room. It was all thanks to technology that I didn't have to take off any baby weight, they took it all off for me. No scarring, no nothing. Toned, flat stomach, big tits, slightly muscular arms, what more could a guy ask for? I did slightly miss being huge, though...

I finished breastfeeding, tucked my breast back into my shirt, and sat. The shirt was one of those ones with the long sleeves, that only went 80% of the way down your tits, knotted at the bottom, front and center. No bra, my nipples were easily visible through the transparent fabric, and the crease between my breasts was visible above and below the knot.

Nothing on my feet, short short jeans that looked more like panties than anything, out of which busted my luscious bubble butt. Sleeves rolled up, I started doing a few dishes. I left the baby in blankets, in its crib next to the sofa.