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When Jake exploded up inside me, I stiffened and groaned, hoping to get off with him but not quite getting there.  But I knew just what I needed to do to fix that—and apparently so did Sally, who intuitively realized what had just happened and said, “Bring cream pie over here, chica!”

I grinned from ear to ear, and I climbed off Jake to lower my pussy over Sally’s face.  The girl’s tongue instantly dove into my wet snatch, helping me along to that orgasm I so desired in her quest to pull Jake’s creamy treat out of me.  I had a hard time telling if the sounds she starting making beneath me were from what she tasted inside me or what Max was doing; it could have been both.  In fact it was probably both.  But as I heard her screaming like a banshee, muffled by my… well, muff… as she may have been, I fell over the edge myself, doubling over and giving an orgasmic cry of my own.

I took a moment to catch my breath, and then opened my eyes, seeing Max finally stop his thrusting, hearing him grunt as he filled Sally’s womb with his spunk.  He slowly pulled out of her, and I leaned forward to lap at him, getting both what was left of his cum as well as Sally’s coating him.

I rolled to the side off of Sally, to find Jake crawling up beside me to give me a few tender kisses.  I nuzzled against him, basking in the afterglow of a particularly spectacular foursome.  Sally pressed herself against my other side, stroking my hair and kissing my neck, and Max spooned up against her.

I guess they had pretty much forgiven my little stunt.

After we’d all relaxed together for a while, I untangled myself from the sweaty pile on the bed, which felt kind of like removing myself from the leather seat of a car on a hot day.  “Well, I’m gonna take a shower,” I announced.  “Anyone who wants to join me, I’m keeping an open-door policy.  And once everyone’s cleaned up, I’m trusting you all to store up your energy for tonight’s encore.”

Three heads and three pairs of eyebrows shot up at that.  “Seriously?” Sally gasped.

“Come on,” I said, “I’ve been away from you all for a day and a half.  That was the first time since then that I’ve been properly laid.  You don’t expect me to be satisfied with just that, do you?”

*

On the way to the hospital the next day, Jake quipped that I seemed hell bent on hospitalizing him with the workout I’d put him through.  It was enough to get a laugh out of me.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the hospital that we came to.  As far as anyone knew, I was just another typical pregnant lady in her first trimester, coming in with the father and two others—whichever of the two guys in tow with me the father may have been.  So nobody looked at us twice when we walked in.

Well, okay, that’s not entirely true.  Some of the ladies in the waiting room did stop to check out the two hunky studs flanking me, in spite of their husbands or boyfriends being right there with them.  I mean hey, who could blame them?

Anyway, shortly after we arrived, we were called in for our special appointment with Dr. Walters.  We did get a few curious looks then, when people saw all four of us going in.  But curious looks were all we got; otherwise, everything was still as mundane as one could expect.

Once we got into the OB/GYN exam room, that’s when things got out of the ordinary.

Dr. Carol Walters was a woman who had aged gracefully into her late forties, sporting fine brown hair that was just barely showing the first hints of gray, and a pair of little rectangular glasses perched upon a face that was still quite beautiful for her age.

And as we walked in, and she set down her clipboard and looked at us, the first words out of her mouth were, “All right, which one of you ladies is the human?”

Like I said, not your typical OB/GYN visit.

Naturally, I raised my hand and stepped forward.  “I’m Billie.”

“All right, why don’t you have a seat,” she said.  “How far along are you?”

“About two months, I think,” I said, stepping onto her reclining chair.

“And which of these guys is the father?” she asked, pulling up her ultrasound equipment.   “Joseph was a little vague with me about that.”

“That’s probably because I honestly don’t know myself,” I answered.  “I was kind of hoping you could tell me who the father is.”

At that comment, the doctor’s veneer slipped aside and the woman underneath happened to peak out, when I saw her raise an eyebrow and give the guys an intrigued smirk.  Apparently even the buttoned-up physician thought my bears were as yummy as I did.

She stepped up beside me and instructed, “Lift up your shirt.”  I bared my belly, allowing her to squirt the ultrasound gel onto it.  “I’m going to warn you, we’re in a bit of uncharted territory here,” she said.  “I’ve handled shifter pregnancies a lot of the time before, but shifter babies in human mothers are something of a roulette.  Maybe if Joseph’s kids had ended up being shifters I might have a little more to tell you.  And it was very possible he could’ve had shifter kids; just kind of luck of the draw he had human kids three times.”

“So my baby might not be a shifter?” I asked.

“Well, Joseph was already born of a human mother himself,” Dr. Walters pointed out.  “So his odds of having human kids were much higher.  I can’t say the same of the boys you brought with you here.  Whichever one is the father, I think your chances of having a human are pretty low.”

I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or more worried. But of course, when the ultrasound came up and I saw the tiny shape of my baby, just starting to develop, I knew exactly how to feel.  My guys came up on either side of me, and each of them squeezed one of my hands.

We ran through a battery of other tests, which confirmed that my baby was healthy, and ultimately, yes, a shifter.  It was still a bit early to tell if it was a boy or girl, though.  Then came the complicated stuff.  Since there wasn’t much data to go on for this kind of pregnancy, and since we were worried about the potential risks to my health, Dr. Walters instructed me that I would need to come back to see her for regular checkups, at least once a month.  Ideally twice, she said, which seemed excessive to me, but it was in the interest of making sure both I and my baby stayed in good health and not in a bloody mess.  And if I experienced any kind of discomfort or pain, I would need to contact her immediately.

The part that concerned me, of course, was the part where I would need to stay in close proximity to her in order to keep coming in for checkups.  Which was a problem because we were two states away from home.  How was I supposed to handle that kind of commute?

Somehow, I knew the answer before Sally suggested it.  I just didn’t want to admit that I was considering it too.

“I guess we might just have to move,” Sally said.

As soon as I heard it spoken aloud, I instantly transitioned into crazy hormonal pregnant Billie mode, like turning from Jekyll to Hyde.  “No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO!
”  And for emphasis, I added one more, “NO!”

“Come on, Billie, you know it makes the most sense,” Max tried to reason with me.

“So what, we endured the wolves trying to chase us away from home, we stood our ground against them, fought for our right to stay there, and then finally got them to back off, and for what?  To pick up and move back to the stinky, dirty, crowded city full of assholes and chauvinists anyway?”

“At least it’s of our own accord,” Max said.  “We’d be leaving because we made that choice, not because a bunch of flea-bitten wolves tried to make us.”

“Besides, no one said we have to live in the city,” Jake shrugged.  “I don’t want to live in the urban sardine box any more than you do.  We can find a place that’s close to here to set up camp.”

“It doesn’t have to be permanent either,” Sally suggested.  “We only need to be close to here so long as Billie’s pregnant.  Once it’s out of her and she and the baby are both okay, we can head right back home, can’t we?”

Max took on a wary look.  “Well, we can’t say for sure that the wolves won’t retarget her if we go back there and she’s not pregnant anymore.  Last time they were there, her pregnancy ended up being a shield; if she loses that, they might consider her fair game again.”

I did not want to accept the reality that they all had very good points.  I was still in a bit too much of a hormonal fog.  So my responses to them consisted of a lot of “This is bullshit!” and “I hate you all!” and “How could you do this to me!”

It wasn’t until I felt Dr. Walter’s gentle hand on my arm that I started to calm down, turning away from the meek and intimidated faces of my bears to see her cool, serene expression.  “All I want is to make sure you and your baby have a healthy future,” she said.  “Isn’t that what you want too?”

No hormonally charged bombs came out of my mouth then.  All I gave her was a quiet nod.

“Then this is probably for the best.  I’m sure you can find a way to make it feel like home here.”

I still didn’t want to accept the idea of abandoning the forest that I had come to call home as a legitimate possibility.  But somehow Carol—I felt comfortable enough suddenly calling her by her first name—was making it seem like less of a betrayal of everything we’d fought for.  She just had that kind of presence to her.

“We’ll work it out,” Jake said, coming up and putting his hand on my shoulder.  “We’ll make it right for us.”

Damn him and his calming tone and his beautiful eyes.  Why did he have to spoil my perfectly good fit?

Before we left, Carol said to the guys, “I’d like to get some DNA samples from you two.  We want something to work out which of you is the father.”  She put on her latex gloves and did some cheek swabs on both Jake and Max, and then we left, promising to come back to see her in a couple weeks.

I was quiet on the ride back to the hotel.  I wasn’t blowing up at everyone anymore, but I still wasn’t quite back to what you’d call happy. When we got back to the hotel room, I decided I was going to go take a bath.  Jake and Max each offered to join me, despite the knowledge that there wouldn’t be room for more than two of us in the tub and they were effectively entering into a competition, but anyway, I said thanks, but no thanks.  I just wanted a quiet soak alone for right now.  Everyone nodded their understanding.

The hot bathwater was relaxing in precisely the way I needed right then.  I just needed to let my mind go completely blank, forget about everything, to just cease to exist for a while.  The world needed to leave me alone.  Eventually I was able to get to a blissful state of passivity, where nothing mattered and nothing existed, not even my body.

When I finally came back to the world, long after I reached the point that I had started to prune, I got up and toweled off, and then just kind of hung around in the towel.  I looked at my naked body in the mirror, putting my hands to my belly to cradle it.  It would still be a while before I started to show, but I realized that today was the first time this pregnancy actually seemed real.  Yes, I’d been getting morning sickness, throwing up my breakfast, eating strange things, and I’d been having hormonal mood swings from time to time.  But after seeing that ultrasound that day, seeing actual visual evidence of something inside me, suddenly it was all for real.

I was going to be a mother!

I hung up the towel and strode nude out into the hotel room, to find it empty.  A note had been written on the table, which read, “Hey Billie, we went to get some food supplies.  Thought you might want a little more time alone.  We’ll be back later. –J.”

I gave a wistful smirk, looking down at my belly again. 
Not completely alone,
I thought.

Actually, there was someone I felt like talking to.  I flopped down on one of the beds, picked up the phone and dialed.  The person I was calling answered on the third ring.

“Hi Kim,” I said.

CHAPTER SIX

We got things more or less sorted out over the next few months.  I still was not happy about having to leave our cabin, but I managed to accept it, and I came to feel like we made the best of our situation. We found a fairly rural area on the outskirts of one of the neighboring towns, and were able to lease a small house near the edge of the woods.  This meant we had some neighbors, which was something I had come to enjoy being without (read: no worries about screaming too loud during climax), but even if you could see a neighbor’s house from the window you still had to hike a ways to get to them, so it wasn’t too bad of a change.  Also there wasn’t much more of a risk of upsetting someone if we wanted to hike into the woods naked, like I’d come to love doing, since you practically needed a telescope to see who was doing what in the nearest yard anyway.  As changes go, it wasn’t too bad.

Of course, I was still horny as fuck a good deal of the time, and giving everyone quite the regular workout.  Even for a bunch of big bears like them, they were hard-pressed to keep up with my libido.  I was keeping them deliriously busy to keep me satisfied, demanding to be fucked to orgasm at least three times a day; a task I doubt could have been handled were there was only one of them.

I started looking forward to my regular visits to Carol’s office (I felt like our shared experience of being human women associating with shifters was enough to put me on a first name basis with her pretty quickly).  She almost felt like the nurturing mother I’d never had, and she never failed to put me in a peaceful mood, no matter how hormonal I got.  She had that soft, soothing voice and that gentle touch that was so good at putting me at ease.  And each time I came to her, she would always end things with, “Everything seems healthy.  You’ve got a lot to be happy about.  Come back and see me in three weeks, and call me immediately if anything happens.”  Or some variation on that.

Oh, yeah, and we did soon find out who the father was. It was Jake.

Even though I still felt like both of them should have equally shared in being a father to my cub, the dynamic still seemed to change after we learned that.  Suddenly Jake was being as attentive as a lover can get to his pregnant girl, while Max started backing off to give him room.  That wasn’t what I wanted.  I didn’t want to favor one of my guys over the other, no matter which of them had knocked me up.  I started thinking that if this was what resulted from learning who the father was, then I decided I wanted Max to give me my second child after this one was born.  I even said as much to Max one day—to which he responded, “Let’s just focus on making sure you live to have your first one before we think about that.”

It sounded like an evasion to me.

I got to know Kim better over the ensuing months.  From what I gathered, shortly after her and Tabby’s freak-out at their house that day, Tabby had ended up seeking refuge at her friend’s house, where she’d ended up calling her brother Mike at college and spilling the whole story in rushed, hyperactive tones, in a way that left Mike wondering what kind of drugs she was on, before her mom showed up and brought her home.  Eventually everyone had sat down with their dad and talked it out, coming to grips with the fact that their mom knew what dad was and never told them.  And after a while, it was hard to avoid getting Mike to come home and deal with this shocking new detail about dad that had been kept from the family all these years.

I didn’t envy Joseph the conversations he was going through. But Kim seemed to be having the easiest time coming to accept it, even though she still felt more comfortable talking to me than her father.  Like she said, I was the one who was human.  I still tried to encourage her to talk to her family more; I tried to tell her how lucky she was to have a family at all, which was a luxury I’d never known.  But I didn’t discourage her from unloading on me either.

We mostly talked on the phone at first, but after a while she started driving up the long, winding dirt roads in the old hand-me-down Chevy her parents had passed on to her to visit us in person.  Unannounced a lot of the time, I might add.  The first time she dropped by our house… well, to say we were unprepared is a bit of an understatement.  As one might expect, she was a little surprised to peak her head in the door, which we had a tendency to leave open, and find all of us strolling around in our birthday suits.  After the initial modest apologies and shielding of eyes were over, I went to put some clothes on while Jake, Max and Sally decided to go wander the forest.  And if I may say, I think they were wise to wait until they were outside and out of her sight before shifting into their bear forms.

Kim learned to start announcing her visits after that, at least until she got used to the idea that we liked to go through our days without clothes, and started dropping by for visits and not blinking an eye if I wanted to just stay naked.  And in fact, one day she came by, saw me lounging around in the nude, and said “Fuck it,” before stripping off her own clothes before coming to sit down beside me.  We gave each other a look, and then broke down into friendly giggling fits.

By about the fourth month I was starting to really show, and Kim happened to suggest that I might want to start getting some maternity clothes.  Now there was an idea that didn’t strike an appealing chord with me.  Given the disdain for clothes I’d developed from living with my bears, I’m sure you can imagine how I felt about the idea of spending money on clothes I’d only wear for a few months anyway.  But I still had to keep heading out to visit Carol’s office, and the clothes I had were starting to not fit me so well.  So I begrudgingly accepted—but I decided I really only needed one maternity outfit, since the occasions when I had to visit Carol were the only times I would need to wear it anyway.  So Sally went out and brought me back an unbearably frilly blue top and a pair of stretchy pants, which for the foreseeable future would become the only outfit I would put on every few weeks.  Believe me, as it started getting to the point where I was looking like I’d swallowed a watermelon, the last thing I wanted was to start strangling both myself and my baby in constrictive textiles.

Still, as used as I got to having Kim drop by on us unannounced, there was still something I tried to be careful about.  Having her drop by while I was naked—which was most of the time—was one thing.  It was another thing to have her show up while we were the middle of wearing out the bed or couch or rug or whatever part of the house we were fornicating on that time.

It was actually a favorite topic of conversation for her.  “You really do it with both of them?  At the same time?” was a question I heard out of her mouth more than once.

“Yeah,” I would smirk at her.  “Sally too.”

The reactions I would see playing across her face never failed to amuse me.  She would range from looking shocked and bewildered to intrigued and even outright aroused.  Sometimes I wouldn’t be able to help myself, and I’d start to get downright graphic with her.  “Believe me, girl, you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced being sandwiched between two big bears, with a pair of big bear cocks on either side of you, running your fingers over their pecs while they stuff you full of man meat.  Mm, I just get soaking wet thinking about it!  You ever been with two guys at once, Kim?”

Kim shrugged.  “Never really considered that.  I always thought one was enough.”

I raised an eyebrow.  “Are they really?”

“Okay, yeah, I’ve had a couple duds in the sack.  But I don’t think quantity replaces quality, right?  I’d rather have one good lover than two lousy ones.”

“And if you had two super studs who can make you cum like a geyser on command?”

That got a shiver out of her.

Still for all the talk, she never actually walked in on us until one day during my sixth month.  I was getting to be the size of a blimp by then, and the ways in which I could still be fucked like I wanted were becoming more and more limited.  So we’d gone a little longer than usual between bouts, and I was getting especially antsy.  I guess that was why I ended up being as careless as I was that day.

Sally and Max were in the kitchen cooking, while I sat on the couch, snuggled up against Jake while he watched the game that was on.  Jake held a beer in his hand, I held an iced tea in mine, my other hand rubbing my distended belly.  At least it was at first.  Almost on impulse my hand drifted lower and started petting my pussy.  When I started to moan, that was when Jake noticed what I was doing, and he responded by creeping his hand around me and starting to squeeze my tit.  I leaned up and kissed him on his big yummy lips.

I set my iced tea aside, and instead filled my hand with his growing shaft, stroking it up and down, getting it nice and hard for me.  Once I had him at full mast, I slithered into his lap—as much as a bloated human beach ball is capable of slithering anyway—and mounted myself upon him reverse cowgirl style.

It didn’t take long for the grunting and gasping I started doing to draw an audience.  Sally appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at us and licking her lips.  Max appeared behind her a moment later, putting his arms around her to massage her breasts, making her roll her head back and moan.

But it was the audience we got a moment later that kind of upset our general status quo.

“Whoa!”

I turned my head in the direction of that voice, back towards the front door.  And there was Kim, staring at me and Jake, wide-eyed, unblinking.  And smiling, too. Now I can only figure this would be where any sane, rational woman would have stopped what she was doing and adopted some sense of modesty.  But of course, this was me.  So no, I didn’t do that.

Instead, I just smirked at her while I continued to ride Jake, and said, “You like what you see?”

“Oh yeah, I do,” she nodded.  “I really, really do.”

I still can’t believe I said what I said next.  I really must have been out of my mind.

“You want in on this?”

Kim’s answer was wordless.  Instantly her clothes started hitting the floor, and she came striding over to us with a purpose.  The next thing I knew her tongue was deep inside my mouth, dancing with my own.  I hummed back into her mouth, reaching up to grab a handful of her nubile little breasts, while her hands did similarly with my enlarged hooters.

And then she was bending past me, and she was busy making out with Jake.  Damn, this minx was feisty! I reached a hand up between her legs, finding her plump little button and beginning to play with it.  Kim started to quiver and squirm next to me, and I felt my fingers between her legs starting to get wetter.

Kim started planting kisses along my body, going over my neck and collarbone, over my tits, and over my enlarged belly, where she appeared to be showing love to more than just me.  Eventually she came to my clit and my pussy, where Jake was continuing to drive up into me.  Her tongue darted out, lapping away at both me and Jake at the same time.  My head shot backwards and my eyes squeezed shut as I howled like an animal.

My hand gripped tight onto Kim’s head, my fingers running through her hair, trying to pull her tighter against me.  Her tongue pleasured my clit, while Jake filled my pussy.  And in the kitchen doorway, Sally and Max were getting well into the swing of things too.

It was moments like these that made me think life might just turn out to be perfect.

Which means it was moments like that when everything also had to come crashing down. Just as I was riding the wave of pleasure, eagerly approaching a glorious orgasm, suddenly all my pleasure evaporated, overcome by a sudden sharp pain inside me.  I cried out and doubled forward, holding my belly.  Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at me as I tumbled off of Jake, falling onto the floor and trying to curl up into a ball—not easy to do when you’re halfway to being ball-shaped already.

“Billie?” Jake asked, sounding suddenly terrified.

I turned my head to peak up at the frightened and concerned faces staring at me, and managed to whimper out two words: “Call Carol!”