I shifted my weight, feeling the heavy ache in my lower back that had become my constant companion. I was officially at my due date, and every fiber of my being was ready to be done.

I’d followed every piece of advice to get labor moving. I went on grueling walks, spent hours rotating on a giant exercise ball, and leaned into the "old fashioned" method: sex, sex, and more sex. I needed this little human out of me, and I was willing to try anything to trigger that first real contraction.

Despite being so close to the finish line, I hadn't slowed down my work. I was still seeing escort clients and keeping up with the regulars my husband and I had seen for years.

One group in particular that I had been seeing for many years, were about to gather at our house. I knew it would be a challenge; a gangbang isn't exactly easy when you're carrying a nine-month bump. My tummy was so big it felt like its own zip code, but I was determined.

If anything was going to jumpstart this labor, it was going to be taking everything these guys had to give me. I checked my reflection in the mirror, smoothing my hands over the tight, stretched skin of my belly. I looked like I was about to burst, but I felt a surge of defiant energy.

My husband knew this would be a massive turnout, so he set everything up in the garage. He laid down some green indoor/outdoor carpet and placed a mattress right in the center.

I took a quick shower, dried my hair, and put on a little makeup. I was so big that almost nothing fit anymore. I managed to pull on some cotton shorts, stretching them over my ass, and stuffed my boobs into a bra.

I had to pee again—it felt like that was all I did lately. Just as I finished, my husband came in to tell me everyone was ready. I followed him down the hall, and he mentioned that a "ton" of guys had shown up.

When he opened the garage door, I stopped dead in my tracks. The space was filled with men and a mountain of gifts. They had brought everything: flowers, piles of diapers, tiny shoes, clothes, toys, and books.

A few of them walked over to help me down the three steps. One of the regulars stepped forward to speak.

"Katie, we’re honored you’ve seen us all these years," he said. "You never say no, and you’re always a trooper, even when you’re tired. You’ve always taken care of us, so we wanted to take care of you."

Before we got started, they insisted I go through the bags. There were gift cards for premade meals, a spa day for some pampering, and bags full of lotions, bath bombs, and shampoos to help me feel better about my changing body.

Then I reached the last bag. Inside was a collection of expensive, beautiful jewelry. I actually started to cry, telling them I was ruining my makeup.

Right on cue, one of them spoke up. "We were going to do that anyway!"

The whole garage erupted in laughter, myself included. The tension broke, and I looked at the mattress in the center of the room, ready to get this gangbang underway.

I set the gift bag down and navigated through the sea of men toward the mattress. Before things got heated, I gave my usual pre-show talk, keeping my tone playful despite the sheer weight I was carrying.

"You're all welcome to put your cocks in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass," I said, pointing to each spot with a wink. "And you’re more than welcome to cum in all three, too," I added a quick reminder that I wasn't at my peak flexibility and we’d need to make adjustments for the belly.

With the lube ready, I reached back and unhooked my bra. Almost instantly, someone behind me dropped my shorts with one quick pull, leaving me completely bare. I knelt down as the guys formed an orderly line. I went to work on the first cock, sucking with great enthusiasm while hands caressed my hair and my swollen belly.

After a few turns, it was time for the main event. I laid on my side, pulling my top leg up to take the pressure off my bladder. One by one, the men slipped inside me. Surrounded by a sea of hands cupping my heavy breasts and rubbing my tummy, I felt amazing. One regular stepped up and changed the energy, pumping hard, my body rocking as he plowed deep into my pregnant pussy.

After about a dozen men, it was time for the double penetration. One laid down and asked for reverse cowgirl. I straddled him, holding his cock in place as I lowered myself. His length slowly slipped into my asshole until I could sit back completely. While he helped me move up and down, another guy moved between my legs and pushed into my pussy.

"Awe fuck! That's it!" I cried out. I probably looked like a hippo, but the hunger in their eyes said otherwise. For the next hour, they rotated positions. Eventually, I switched to a standard cowgirl, sliding down on one man while a second pushed into my ass from behind. Then, a third stood in front of me, and I took him into my mouth.

The three of them banged away at me in a perfect rhythm. I closed my eyes, amazed that they still wanted me like this—with my huge belly, swollen boobs, and an ass that had exploded into its own zip code. They were crazy bastards, but they made me feel incredible.

A few minutes later, a building orgasm broke loose. I groaned around the cock in my mouth, my body shuddering, which caused a roar of approval from the room. Then, the first load of cum spilled into my rectum. From there, it was a blur of orgasms and bodies.

As the afternoon wound down, I was left with the final five guys. I took a quick break to pee and clean up the "yogurt" coating my skin. When I walked back out, the six of them—including my husband—looked at me like I was a piece of raw meat.

"Let's do this!" I cheered, throwing my arms up. I knelt and started on two of them at once. Then, one asked about double vaginal. I laughed. "Well, a football is coming out of there soon anyway, so stretch it out!"

I climbed on top of one while the other slid in right behind him. My eyes went wide as they both plunged in, but it felt honestly good. They pumped away until the first finished and was replaced by another. I couldn't believe their stamina. Finally, the last two took me in reverse cowgirl. I thought I’d crush the guy's pelvis, but he held up fine through two more of my orgasms before they both finished.

Holy shit, I got through it. Once the guys left, my husband and I carried the mountain of gifts inside. We headed straight for the shower, where he soaped me up from head to toe. It felt heavenly.

After drying off, I crawled into bed just to catch my breath for a minute. That minute turned into a deep nap—until I was bolted upright by a sharp, sudden cramp.

Fuck! I wasn't just tired. I was going into labor!