Awassi groaned as he woke up from his nap. Why did he feel so tired despite having napped an hour? He patted his belly, feeling the four little lambs in his tummy. Yeah, they were the culprits. The way they kicked and tossed around all the time. He took a deep breath, rubbing his belly in circles. ``Hah... You guys are lucky that my viewers love you so much.'' Yeah, he would have just a quick stream and then hop back to bed.
He waddled over and hopped on his computer. Computer? Ready. Stream software? Ready. Of course he couldn't forget the most important parts; no, not the face cam, but the second camera, the one that focused on his belly. He was so far along and the lambs, active in their movements, were loved by the chat.
An ache went through his back as he sat down at his desk, ``Mmmph...'' He groaned as he sat upright. ``There we go.'' In about a minute, the viewers came in, the chat filling with message after message. Some of them saying hi, others excited to continue previous games, others just happy to see the lambs. ``Alright, lambs,'' Awassi said, looking down at his swollen belly, ``Time to show off for daddy's fans.'' He adjusted the camera to get a better view on his belly. Even that bit of movement was enough to trigger a few kicks from the little passengers.
``Damn! They're excited today!'' One message says.
``Heheh, they're showing off.'' Says another.
``The true stars of the show...''
``Hey, everyone.'' He waved. ``Took a nap and was woken up. No way I'm going back to sleep after that. So I decided to do a quick improv stream.'' He watched as the chat filled up with curious messages, many of which were clearly loving the sight of the belly too much. Others were asking about the babies. ``Haha, the babies are doing just fine. I went in for a monthly check up the other day and they're growing pretty big.'' He said as he lifted up his shirt, showing off the taut skin of his belly. Tantalizingly slow, he moved his hand down, feeling the wholeness of it all, all the way down to his popped belly button; with the way the fur covered it slightly, the belly button looked kind of like a cute Valentine's Day heart. ``These little monsters aren't gonna stop me from chatting with you guys.'' He looked at the chat, all of them clearly enjoying the slow rub. Getting comfortable, he got ready to figure out what to play, just as a particularly strong kick made him gasp. It was strong enough to make his back arch. ``Ooooh... You're excited today...''
``You okay?'' A chat message said.
``Whoa, that was a strong one.''
``Oof, yeah I'm fine.'' He said. ``Just caught me off guard... Let's get to some games.'' He ignored the pregnancy focused messages and the pregnant man emojis, ``So let's see... How about some Lies of Preg... I mean... Lies of P. Nah, not too in the mood for Souls-likes. Maybe some Library of Ru-'' Before he could even finish, he felt another strong kick from one of the lambs. ``Oooh... Yeah, never mind, they said no to that one...'' Plus, he wanted a game where he could turn his brain off for the next few hours. ``How about some Womb Eternal...'' Another Freudian slip, ``Doom! I meant Doom: Eternal...'' Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. He booted up the game and was quickly met by the music he loved so much.
``Of course we're playing on Ultra Nightmare... Against my better judgement.'' He chuckled, as he hopped into the stage, running through the blood-soaked city, shooting his way through imps and hellknights; not without taking plenty of damage along the way. His fingers were on the clumsy side, it had been a long while since he played this game. Not just that, but his swollen belly prevented him from scooting all the way forward. As if he had some sort of psychic connection with the lambs, every few shots from his shotgun was accompanying by a movement or a kick from one of them. Each kick was also accompanied by a grunt or small moan. ``Ah... Mm... Hah...''
``Dude, you good?'' A chat message said, ``You're making all kinds of weird noises.''
``Kinda hot.'' One said, of course, using the pregnant man emoji they loved to spam.
``Looks like the babies are loving the violence, they're gonna be born circle strafing.''
``I'm fine.'' Awassi said, just as the Doom Slayer (or Doom Guy as Awassi preferred to call him) was obliterated by a plasma blast from an Arachnotron. ``They've just been active.'' He said, putting his hand on his belly as he paused the game. He did another slow, downwards rub, from the top to the underside. ``Gggk...'' The chat was getting really excited. That was when his belly suddenly moved down, the lamb's sitting low now. ``Mmmph! That... Never happened before...''
``Looks like they're moving lower!'' One of the chat members said.
``Uh oh, careful not to pop.'' Another said.
``No, please pop on stream!'' Yet another said.
A sharp sudden pain shot through Awassi's belly, causing him to slump forward in his chair, gripping the edges of his desk. ``1... 2... 3... 4... 5...'' He counted. Soon, the pain subsided. ``Phew... There we go...'' He grinned, giving the chat a wink. ``Just a few Braxton Hicks. They were happening the other day, giving me a scare.''
``You okay, dad?'' One message said. More and more messages of concern popped up.
``Yeah, yeah,'' Awassi said, ``I'm good.'' He watched all the hearts and other emojis go through the chat. ``Let's stop the stream for a bit, kay? Take a short stretch break.'' He changed the stream display to be a full screen of his webcam. Scooting backward, he stood up, feeling the heavy weight of his belly in full. ``There... We... Go.'' He said as he got his footing, his hooves tapping on the floor. He placed his hand on the underside of his belly, supporting its weight. ``Damn, did they get bigger while I was gaming? It feels that way.'' He waddled back, away from his desk. Actually, it felt incredible! All he needed to do was move his hooves. He pressed his hands on his lower back and pushed his stomach forward, making his belly look even better.
Of course the chat watched, completely enthralled. The way the sheep waddled in a comical, but unintentionally sexy, manner. The way his belly swayed from side to side, up and down, with each step, the bedroom light complimenting his light brown fur. ``Yeah, the doctor said that the babies are all healthy and that a natural birth should be possible. That is to say that it won't be easy, but it won't be impossible... I hope to do a home birth.'' He picked up a water bottle and turned to the side, the camera facing his side so that the chat could see his quadruplet sized belly from a profile angle. ``Home birth... Fuck... I know it sounds insane, pushing these huge lambs out without much help, but... It sounds so exciting.'' He sighed, looking to the chat go by, ``Yeah, I know you guys will love it. I don't think I'll stream it, but I will record it.''
His body felt so heavy, every movement he made. He took another drink, water ran down his muzzle, and dripped down to his stretched belly. His shirt had been riding up this whole time, but he didn't care. His other hand was of course on the tight dome, one of his fingers pressing on his prominent belly button. ``Just how big are these guys gonna get?'' He murmured, as he turned to face the camera, letting the viewers see a full view. He placed the water bottle on his belly, balancing it. Nice little parlor trick. Just then, one of the babies kicked, which caused the water bottle to jolt upward, falling to the floor; thankfully it was empty. ``Whoa! Would you look at that?'' he laughed, trying to lean down, but the size of his belly made it difficult. ``Ugh.. Yeah, I'll get it later... You guys are getting stronger too. They're gonna be roughhousers when they grow up, I just know-OOF!'' He shouted, as he doubled over slightly, as he felt a strong kick; looks like whichever of the lambs that kicked him took offense to that one.
If the chat wasn't going crazy before, now they were absolutely losing it. Most of them asking if he was okay, others getting turned on.
``He's gonna blow!''
``Contractions?''
``Yeah, I think those were contractions.''
Water droplet emojis were now being spammed. Water droplet emojis, baby sheep emojis, and, of course, pregnant man emojis.
``Hahah... Okay... Okay! I think they?re done..." Awassi said, putting his hands on his hips, looking down at his belly. ``Yeah, I think that's it... Right?'' He paused, as if waiting to something. He thought something would happen but... ``Huh? Yeah, I guess that was it-'' There, he jinxed it. He gasped, his eyes going wide, as he felt his belly tighten.
SPLOOSH!
A stream of liquid gushed from between his legs, soaking his pants, and splashing onto the hardwood floor. ``Oh!'' The splash was followed by a spasm in his abdomen, as he kept his knees from buckling, letting out a long, low, drawn out groan. He placed his hand on his desk for support, knocking a few cans off of his desk. ``Ooooh...''
The chat explodes, message after message, too fast for his eyes to keep up. They were excited, concerned, and everything in between. Awassi looked down at the puddle. Well, so much for that `I'm not gonna stream it' comment he made a while ago. ``Well... Would you look at that.'' He gave a pained, overconfident grin, ``Yeah, looks like we're gonna be meeting them on stream after all, haha...'' He winced as he was met with another contraction, ``Ouch...''
