OT4
Ed/Al/Winry/Scheska Pregnancy Hormones.
TITLE: The Bulge
PAIRING: Ed/Al/Winry/Sheska
RATING: NC-17 oooh howdy.
WARNINGS: Bitchiness.
A/N Remember long long ago, in an galaxy far far away, I had a smut meme going on. I said give me a pairing and a kink and I'll write a dirty drabble. Well, mikkeneko asked me for her OT4 and gave me the kink: Pregnancy Hormones. Having actually BEEN pregnant, I know what chaos pregnancy hormones can actually sew, and so thus a very dirty fic was born.
By the way, for the purposes of this story, "drabble" now means "a fic of exactly 3568 words."
Winry narrowed her eyes at her lovers and pressed her hand against The Bulge. Her heart felt as heavy and hard as rock. "You're upset aren't you," She said with conviction. "You are all upset I'm having a baby. It's ruining everything, isn't it."
"Of course not," said Ed, putting down his after dinner tea on the end table and looking at her for the first time ALL evening long. "We've told you this a million times already."
"Don't be silly, Winry, " said Scieszka, who had been just as bad, in Winry's opinion. "We are really happy."
"It's the best thing ever," said Al. And then they went back to talking about politics and ignoring her.
Winry didn't believe their assertions for a moment. She was tired of her lovers avoiding her. It was time to get what they all knew out in the open. She wanted, no she needed to hear it from their lips.
"You think I look ugly now. I can tell." She was planning on being cool about it, but the words came out with a bit of a whine.
Ed rolled his eyes. "No one has ever said that, Winry."
"I look gross. I totally do, I hate it." Winry had tears in her eyes now. "You are only being nice because you know I could lay you all flat on the ground in ten seconds flat."
"Only because we don't beat up on pregnant women," snorted Ed.
"Brother!" hissed Al. "That's not helping."
Winry's eyes overflowed, and she turned around and lumbered up the stairs to their bedroom. It was all lies. She was no idiot -- she knew what she saw in the mirror. 27 lbs already and it was only month five! At this rate she was going to weigh roughly a ton by the time the baby was born. She sat on one of the two queen sized beds in their spacious master bedroom, and hunched around her far too ample belly.
Her eyes drifted over the carpeting to where her favorite pair of overalls lay crumpled and discarded - the pair that had once been so comfortable she practically lived in them. Oh she knew she wouldn't be able to zip it up, but she figured she could tie the arms off The Bulge and wear them like pants. Not to be. The pants weren't more than half way up her thighs before they stuck and she was forced to face the ugly truth.
I'm not just pregnant, I'm FAT.
She stood up and kicked the overalls repeatedly until she'd managed to hook it on her leg and fling it out the bedroom door. Scieszka caught it, automatically, and balled it in her arms close to her chest.
"Please tell me what's wrong, Winry," Scieszka said. Winry noticed her girlfriend's shoulders hitching up cutely, and her doelike eyes seemed even larger and more adorable than normal. Winry broke off her sulk to realize she was being selfish and rather bitchy.
"If it's the overalls, " said Scieszka, "Ed can adjust them, really easy."
"It's not the overalls." Winry sat on the bed again hunched as far forward as the belly with let her. "It's me. I'm the one who needs adjusting. I've gotten fat, Scieszka, and now no one wants to be with me anymore," said Winry.
"That's not true!" said Scieszka.
"It is! Last night, Al slept with you and Ed read. The night before Ed slept with you and Al spent the evening playing poker with Mustang and his friends. The night before that Ed and Al slept together and you fell asleep!"
"Oh Winry," said Scieszka, patting her back lightly, "That's just random."
"Is it?" Winry stormed back to the bed and sat down with a huff. "It's not just this week, you know. It's all the time! Ever since I started getting so huge."
"Oh, well, it's just that--" said Scieszka.
"I'm ugly," interrupted Winry bitterly. The fist around her heart tightened.
"--You aren't in the mood!" Scieszka squeaked.
"I'm not --?" Winry straightened up. "What do you mean I’m not in the mood? I'm so horny I could cry."
"But every time one of us comes near you, you scream 'don't look at me!'" Scieszka bared her teeth in an apologetic smile. "So, we… didn't. We were just trying to do what we could to make your comfortable." Scieszka reached over and put a hand on Winry's face. "So, does this mean you want to fool around?"
Winry felt the tightness in her chest begin to dissolve. It was true. Awfully true. "Oh, please. I'm so sorry I've been horrid. I can't explain it. Please, I need to have someone touch me."
It was a little awkward embracing around The Bulge, but they managed it. Scieszka's lips were so soft and warm, and she held Winry so tenderly that the younger woman couldn't help but melt. Their lips parted, and tongues touched, teased, then retreated as they both heard footsteps and the small noises of the men.
"Is she okay?" asked Al.
"Listen, Winry," said Ed, looking at his feet, his blond bangs covering his face. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Winry laughed and wiped her cheeks with the back of her wrist. She sniffed a bit and took in the bewildered expression of the brothers. "It's okay."
"Hey, guys," said Scieszka. "It's been a while since all four of us had sex together at the same time. What do you think?"
"Is Winry up to it?" asked Ed.
"Of course, I am," said Winry, trying to quell an unreasonable annoyance.
Although they all loved each other, it was rare indeed when they actually loved each other at the same time. There were logistical problems, random elbows and who goes where, and trying not to fall off the bed, so it was only on special occasions, or when they were in a particularly naughty mood that they tried a dogpile. Winry wasn't surprised to find herself at the center of attention. She was torn between feeling grateful that they all cared so much for her, and irritated that they all felt she needed to be treated specially.
In the end, pure indulgent, pleasure won out over both emotions.
Scieszka undressed her with soft deft fingers, lifting her dress up and off of her, then running her fingers down her back until they reached the clasp of her bra. Winry let out a sigh of relief as the pressure around her ribs gave way, and her tender breasts, which had always been on the ample side, but lately had swollen to ridiculous proportions, fell free of the constraining cups. Scieszka's hands flowed forward, replacing the bra with the warmth of her palms, holding her, lifting her, bearing her weight.
Winry looked down to see Scieszka's slim fingers caress her nipples. They too had swollen and grown dark of late. Winry knew she should be reciprocating, but it felt so good just to feel that touch on her sensitive skin, and let that almost itchy line of pleasure grow from her nipples down her belly, all the way to her groin.
She felt the bed give a little to her side and felt a third hand join Scieszka's. It reached for her hand and lifted it. Winry felt lips and breath on the pulse point on her wrist and her heart sped up. She cracked her eyes to see Ed worship her hand with quick tip of the tongue licks, and gentle teasing nips. She turned her head to see Al sliding out of his pants. She took a moment to admire his slender physique, letting her eyes focus in on his flat, muscular stomach.
Winry wondered if she even had any muscles in her belly anymore. It had been so long since she could properly bend. Surely atrophy had set in by now. After she'd given birth would she ever have a waist again? Unlikely.
She was tearing up again.
Suddenly Ed's lips were gone from her hand, leaving her noting but the tingle of evaporation. "Did I hurt you?" asked Ed, in a scared voice.
"No," said Winry hastily. "I'm just … thinking stupid thoughts. Please, I really liked what you were doing."
Hesitantly he went back to nibbling at her fingers, tonguing the tips, before allowing each of them to slide into his mouth, to be sucked. His eyes never left her face, and there was a tentative quality to his lovemaking that made Winry feel guilty. Her first sex in almost two weeks and she was screwing it up for everyone including herself.
Al knelt at the foot of the bed, taking first one foot, then the other and sliding them out of her slippers. Oh man, did it feel good when he massaged them that way, pressing and squeezing them, moving the water out, and relieving the swollen skin. Her mind began to wander down the path of self-disgust again. The weight hadn't all gone onto her belly, but was settling distressingly all over her body.
I'm bloated like a tic, she thought. Like a big, fat, yellow tick.
"You are so beautiful," murmured Ed.
Her emotions did a quick 180 and Winry's heart burst. She threw her arms around Ed's shoulders and covered his face with kisses. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," she whispered into the angle of his chin. "I love you. I love all of you so much."
Ed laughed.
Suddenly the bed shifted and Scieszka's warm support was gone from her back. Winry started to fall backwards but Ed caught her and lowered her until she lay back against the pillows, her belly sticking up like a grain silo. No. She was not going to think like that.
As though they had all choreographed their movements, her three lovers tugged and pulled and lifted together until Winry lay in the middle of the queen sized bed. Ed took the opportunity to undress, while Al kissed her, and Scieszka divested her of her panties, and then crawled between her spread legs.
Winry arched her back and squirmed as she felt the first hot moist movement of a tongue on her clit. Al held her still in a gentle but insistant way until her nerves calmed down and she could bear the stimulation. Then she was lost, adrift in sensation. Al's took her lips with small tender kisses, while Ed explored her breasts, greedily sucking up each nipple until they stood up.
Something that had been chained up within Winry broke loose, and she couldn't hold still. Her hands roamed over her lovers, playing with Scieszka's hair, sliding over Ed's back. She wanted to give as much as she was getting but it was impossible. She couldn't concentrate long enough on any one thing to do anything other an increase her own enjoyment.
It was too much, too many places being stroked, touched, pleasured at once. When Scieszka's deft and slender fingers slipped between the wet folds of Winry's nether lips, the sheer sensation of penetration was enough to push her over the top. Orgasm hit her hard enough to make her buck and shake.
Winry's womb suddenly seized up and went hard. Without thought, Winry let go of Scieszka's soft hair, and grabbed her impossibly tense middle with both hands. It was a strange sensation, and a bit alarming, but not actually painful. Her lovers picked up on it immediately. "What's wrong?" Scieszka asked.
"I think I'm having a contraction," said Winry, trying to find her breath.
Ed and Al nearly jumped out of their skins. "It's too early!" said Al, with a note of panic in his voice.
Scieszka laughed. "Oh, that's totally normal."
"And it's gone already," said Winry, taking a deep breath, and noticing the real alarm in her male lovers faces. That was cute, that they should be concerned over this. "Scieszka's right, it's normal. I was warned about them." She stretched, feeling sleepy and satisfied.
"Oh," said both men, eerily with the exact same note of doubt in their voice.
Then Al said, "Um," and looked somewhat pointedly down at his erection.
Winry felt like kicking herself. There she was being selfish again. She'd gotten off, but the rest of her lovers hadn't. They'd lavished her with attention. It was time for her to return the favor.
Accommodating three lovers at once was not the easiest thing to do, even when she wasn't pregnant. Having to contend with the lump just made it that much more awkward, but she was determined to preserve. It would have been a lot easier to let Scieszka take one of the men over to the other bed, but no.
Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was even impossible, but damn it she needed to be needed as much as she needed to need. They'd all worked as a team to get her off, it was only fair that they each receive from HER the same pleasure.
Winry pulled herself up to her kneel, and made the arrangements. She noticed the faintly condescending smile on Ed's face as she ordered him to take position near the foot of the bed. Scieszka giggled a bit when told in just as firm a voice to scoot up until her back rested against the headboard. And now Al…
"Is it all right if I use my hand?" she asked sheepishly.
Al laughed. "Not at all."
They resumed. As Winry feared Al did get the least of her attentions. Though she tried to keep a steady rythem with her well lubed hand, her other two partners were far too distracting. Winry felt a bit guilty about that, but Al was the most patient and emotionally cool of all her lovers, and he didn't seem to mind too much.
The majority of Winry's attention was firmly focused on Scieszka. The woman had given Winry some mighty fine oral treatment, and it was a matter of pride that Winry return it. And so it was with enthusiasm that Winry pressed her hand against Scieszka's smooth and slim ankle and spread her legs apart. Then she leaned on her forearm and gently nuzzled her way into the warm, soft flesh at the junction of Scieszka's thighs.
Scieszka smelled faintly musky and delicious. Winry rubbed the tip of her nose against the neatly trimmed thatch of hair that crowned Scieszka's mon. Her toungue darted out to slide over the moist hood of her clit. She tasted wonderful, slick and savory, and her response was even more exiting than her flavor.
Scieszka moan, gripping her own thighs tightly, squeezing them in an effort to control her own bucking hips. Winry played with that response, teasing Scieszka with broad swipes of her tongue along the hood, down across the nether lips and then back up again, before setting into a rapid flicking across the swollen clit. She slid her weight-bearing arm with some difficulty until she was able to slide her own finger into Scieszka's body, much the way Scieszka had done for her only minutes before.
As much as Winry longed to lose herself in this warm delight, there were other sensations bidding for her attention. Mainly, what was happening between her own thighs.
The Bulge required Winry to kneel, shoulders down and butt up to the air. Even if Winry hadn't all but specifically told Ed what to do, she knew her lover couldn't turn down such an open invitation. Sure enough, she'd hardly begun servicing Scieszka when Ed's dissimilar hands gripped her hips.
To his credit, Ed was extremely careful with his automail. His right hand might be metal but it was smooth, and not overly chilly, and it gripped her if anything more gently than his left hand. She felt the hardness of his cock slide across her buttock before finding its position and smoothly thrusting in.
She was more than ready for this. There was no discomfort at all, only a sensation of being marvelously stretched. Ed began to buck into her in a slow and gentle way, so as not to interrupt what she was doing with Scieszka. He was holding back, she knew, out of politeness to his other lovers. It was cute and oddly frustrating at the same time. Winry didn't want him to be careful with her, she wanted him to enjoy himself. She had her turn. This was his and damn him for trying to turn it back into her turn again.
Briefly letting Scieszka go with her mouth, she bucked back, pushing Ed deeper and setting up the quicker pace that she knew he needed for his own pleasure. She heard him gasp and groan. Then she returned to pleasuring Scieszka.
It honestly didn't take much to break down Ed's inhibitions. Once given permission he began thrusting with ardor, and God but it felt marvelous. Much better than his over-careful ministrations. Yes, it was harder not to be shoved uncomfortably against Sheska, but Winry had the strength to hold herself still against the battering. More than that, she met each thrust with her own.
From then on it was a balancing act, trying to please all her lovers at once.
Scieszka came first. Winry felt the inner muscles of her cunt clench a few times and then Scieszka was gone, almost crawling up the headboard in order to get away. Winry let out a laugh of satisfaction, then turned all of her attention on her male lovers.
Ed finished up not too long after that. Pulling out and letting himself drop over sideways on the bed. Winry looked over and noticed that he was lying on his back with a look of utter contentment.
Two down.
"Ahem?" said Al.
"I haven't forgotten you," Winry said. Al, ever polite, ever caring, ever patient, deserved something special. So she positioned him, awkwardly finding a spot between her two spent lovers, and persuaded him to lie still with the tip of her tongue across the flat of his stomach. Al gasped and let his head fall back, and his exposed neck made far too tempting a target for her lips. She easily straddled his narrow hips and with no effort and a great deal of pleasure she lowered herself on to him and rode him.
She took him slow because she knew he could take it, and she knew he preferred it. She took him slow because it felt good for her as well. She took him slow because she wanted the moment to last as long as she could possibly make it. After all, two weeks worth of pent up need could not be released quickly. When her second orgasm did come it was long and hard and slow as well. She pressed her arm against her impossibly hard stomach and tried to contain her scream behind clenched teeth.
It wasn't until her second contraction had eased up that she realized that Al had come as well.
"That was wonderful," he said, smiling up at her, his eyes bright and his dark blond hair stuck to his face with sweat. "Thank you."
"No," replied Winry. "Thank you."
The urge to flop over and go to sleep was intense, but the practical concerns prevented it. For one thing, she was, at this point, a complete mess. For another, there just flat out wasn't any room left on the bed for her. So she carefully backed off the bed and sped over to the bathroom for a long shower.
In her absence, her lovers had lined up, more or less straight, under the covers. Scieszka lay in the middle, with the men cuddling on either side of her. Their eyes were closed, their breathing slow and deep. Asleep.
Winry was left out again. There would have been no room for her even if she hadn't had all this extra weight.
With a start, Winry realized that she hadn't thought of her weight in a while. What's more, when she thought of her weight now, it no longer had that sting of failure to it. Even being odd man out seemed a whole lot less important now that it had been an hour before. They love me. They really do.
Winry stopped to pick up the discarded overalls. She folded them up neatly and tucked them away in a drawer. She'd wear them again eventually. It would have looked funny on her even if she had been able to pull them on.
I'm pregnant, thought Winry. But I'm still damn hot in bed. And when this baby comes, I damn well WILL lose the weight. I'll wear all my old clothes, and I'll do all the things I used to do. The Bulge was not forever.
No. Not the Bulge. Peter.
As if on cue, she felt a fluttering kick.
She laughed. "Baby, your parents have just spent more than half an hour poking you and bumping you about and squeezing you and you choose NOW to wake up? You can sleep through anything, can't you! Must be those Elric genes."
Peter kicked again.
Winry climbed onto the second bed, squirmed her way to the middle and stretched luxuriously out. She fell asleep, content, for once, to have a bit of space to herself.
TITLE: The Bulge
PAIRING: Ed/Al/Winry/Sheska
RATING: NC-17 oooh howdy.
WARNINGS: Bitchiness.
A/N Remember long long ago, in an galaxy far far away, I had a smut meme going on. I said give me a pairing and a kink and I'll write a dirty drabble. Well, mikkeneko asked me for her OT4 and gave me the kink: Pregnancy Hormones. Having actually BEEN pregnant, I know what chaos pregnancy hormones can actually sew, and so thus a very dirty fic was born.
By the way, for the purposes of this story, "drabble" now means "a fic of exactly 3568 words."
Winry narrowed her eyes at her lovers and pressed her hand against The Bulge. Her heart felt as heavy and hard as rock. "You're upset aren't you," She said with conviction. "You are all upset I'm having a baby. It's ruining everything, isn't it."
"Of course not," said Ed, putting down his after dinner tea on the end table and looking at her for the first time ALL evening long. "We've told you this a million times already."
"Don't be silly, Winry, " said Scieszka, who had been just as bad, in Winry's opinion. "We are really happy."
"It's the best thing ever," said Al. And then they went back to talking about politics and ignoring her.
Winry didn't believe their assertions for a moment. She was tired of her lovers avoiding her. It was time to get what they all knew out in the open. She wanted, no she needed to hear it from their lips.
"You think I look ugly now. I can tell." She was planning on being cool about it, but the words came out with a bit of a whine.
Ed rolled his eyes. "No one has ever said that, Winry."
"I look gross. I totally do, I hate it." Winry had tears in her eyes now. "You are only being nice because you know I could lay you all flat on the ground in ten seconds flat."
"Only because we don't beat up on pregnant women," snorted Ed.
"Brother!" hissed Al. "That's not helping."
Winry's eyes overflowed, and she turned around and lumbered up the stairs to their bedroom. It was all lies. She was no idiot -- she knew what she saw in the mirror. 27 lbs already and it was only month five! At this rate she was going to weigh roughly a ton by the time the baby was born. She sat on one of the two queen sized beds in their spacious master bedroom, and hunched around her far too ample belly.
Her eyes drifted over the carpeting to where her favorite pair of overalls lay crumpled and discarded - the pair that had once been so comfortable she practically lived in them. Oh she knew she wouldn't be able to zip it up, but she figured she could tie the arms off The Bulge and wear them like pants. Not to be. The pants weren't more than half way up her thighs before they stuck and she was forced to face the ugly truth.
I'm not just pregnant, I'm FAT.
She stood up and kicked the overalls repeatedly until she'd managed to hook it on her leg and fling it out the bedroom door. Scieszka caught it, automatically, and balled it in her arms close to her chest.
"Please tell me what's wrong, Winry," Scieszka said. Winry noticed her girlfriend's shoulders hitching up cutely, and her doelike eyes seemed even larger and more adorable than normal. Winry broke off her sulk to realize she was being selfish and rather bitchy.
"If it's the overalls, " said Scieszka, "Ed can adjust them, really easy."
"It's not the overalls." Winry sat on the bed again hunched as far forward as the belly with let her. "It's me. I'm the one who needs adjusting. I've gotten fat, Scieszka, and now no one wants to be with me anymore," said Winry.
"That's not true!" said Scieszka.
"It is! Last night, Al slept with you and Ed read. The night before Ed slept with you and Al spent the evening playing poker with Mustang and his friends. The night before that Ed and Al slept together and you fell asleep!"
"Oh Winry," said Scieszka, patting her back lightly, "That's just random."
"Is it?" Winry stormed back to the bed and sat down with a huff. "It's not just this week, you know. It's all the time! Ever since I started getting so huge."
"Oh, well, it's just that--" said Scieszka.
"I'm ugly," interrupted Winry bitterly. The fist around her heart tightened.
"--You aren't in the mood!" Scieszka squeaked.
"I'm not --?" Winry straightened up. "What do you mean I’m not in the mood? I'm so horny I could cry."
"But every time one of us comes near you, you scream 'don't look at me!'" Scieszka bared her teeth in an apologetic smile. "So, we… didn't. We were just trying to do what we could to make your comfortable." Scieszka reached over and put a hand on Winry's face. "So, does this mean you want to fool around?"
Winry felt the tightness in her chest begin to dissolve. It was true. Awfully true. "Oh, please. I'm so sorry I've been horrid. I can't explain it. Please, I need to have someone touch me."
It was a little awkward embracing around The Bulge, but they managed it. Scieszka's lips were so soft and warm, and she held Winry so tenderly that the younger woman couldn't help but melt. Their lips parted, and tongues touched, teased, then retreated as they both heard footsteps and the small noises of the men.
"Is she okay?" asked Al.
"Listen, Winry," said Ed, looking at his feet, his blond bangs covering his face. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Winry laughed and wiped her cheeks with the back of her wrist. She sniffed a bit and took in the bewildered expression of the brothers. "It's okay."
"Hey, guys," said Scieszka. "It's been a while since all four of us had sex together at the same time. What do you think?"
"Is Winry up to it?" asked Ed.
"Of course, I am," said Winry, trying to quell an unreasonable annoyance.
Although they all loved each other, it was rare indeed when they actually loved each other at the same time. There were logistical problems, random elbows and who goes where, and trying not to fall off the bed, so it was only on special occasions, or when they were in a particularly naughty mood that they tried a dogpile. Winry wasn't surprised to find herself at the center of attention. She was torn between feeling grateful that they all cared so much for her, and irritated that they all felt she needed to be treated specially.
In the end, pure indulgent, pleasure won out over both emotions.
Scieszka undressed her with soft deft fingers, lifting her dress up and off of her, then running her fingers down her back until they reached the clasp of her bra. Winry let out a sigh of relief as the pressure around her ribs gave way, and her tender breasts, which had always been on the ample side, but lately had swollen to ridiculous proportions, fell free of the constraining cups. Scieszka's hands flowed forward, replacing the bra with the warmth of her palms, holding her, lifting her, bearing her weight.
Winry looked down to see Scieszka's slim fingers caress her nipples. They too had swollen and grown dark of late. Winry knew she should be reciprocating, but it felt so good just to feel that touch on her sensitive skin, and let that almost itchy line of pleasure grow from her nipples down her belly, all the way to her groin.
She felt the bed give a little to her side and felt a third hand join Scieszka's. It reached for her hand and lifted it. Winry felt lips and breath on the pulse point on her wrist and her heart sped up. She cracked her eyes to see Ed worship her hand with quick tip of the tongue licks, and gentle teasing nips. She turned her head to see Al sliding out of his pants. She took a moment to admire his slender physique, letting her eyes focus in on his flat, muscular stomach.
Winry wondered if she even had any muscles in her belly anymore. It had been so long since she could properly bend. Surely atrophy had set in by now. After she'd given birth would she ever have a waist again? Unlikely.
She was tearing up again.
Suddenly Ed's lips were gone from her hand, leaving her noting but the tingle of evaporation. "Did I hurt you?" asked Ed, in a scared voice.
"No," said Winry hastily. "I'm just … thinking stupid thoughts. Please, I really liked what you were doing."
Hesitantly he went back to nibbling at her fingers, tonguing the tips, before allowing each of them to slide into his mouth, to be sucked. His eyes never left her face, and there was a tentative quality to his lovemaking that made Winry feel guilty. Her first sex in almost two weeks and she was screwing it up for everyone including herself.
Al knelt at the foot of the bed, taking first one foot, then the other and sliding them out of her slippers. Oh man, did it feel good when he massaged them that way, pressing and squeezing them, moving the water out, and relieving the swollen skin. Her mind began to wander down the path of self-disgust again. The weight hadn't all gone onto her belly, but was settling distressingly all over her body.
I'm bloated like a tic, she thought. Like a big, fat, yellow tick.
"You are so beautiful," murmured Ed.
Her emotions did a quick 180 and Winry's heart burst. She threw her arms around Ed's shoulders and covered his face with kisses. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," she whispered into the angle of his chin. "I love you. I love all of you so much."
Ed laughed.
Suddenly the bed shifted and Scieszka's warm support was gone from her back. Winry started to fall backwards but Ed caught her and lowered her until she lay back against the pillows, her belly sticking up like a grain silo. No. She was not going to think like that.
As though they had all choreographed their movements, her three lovers tugged and pulled and lifted together until Winry lay in the middle of the queen sized bed. Ed took the opportunity to undress, while Al kissed her, and Scieszka divested her of her panties, and then crawled between her spread legs.
Winry arched her back and squirmed as she felt the first hot moist movement of a tongue on her clit. Al held her still in a gentle but insistant way until her nerves calmed down and she could bear the stimulation. Then she was lost, adrift in sensation. Al's took her lips with small tender kisses, while Ed explored her breasts, greedily sucking up each nipple until they stood up.
Something that had been chained up within Winry broke loose, and she couldn't hold still. Her hands roamed over her lovers, playing with Scieszka's hair, sliding over Ed's back. She wanted to give as much as she was getting but it was impossible. She couldn't concentrate long enough on any one thing to do anything other an increase her own enjoyment.
It was too much, too many places being stroked, touched, pleasured at once. When Scieszka's deft and slender fingers slipped between the wet folds of Winry's nether lips, the sheer sensation of penetration was enough to push her over the top. Orgasm hit her hard enough to make her buck and shake.
Winry's womb suddenly seized up and went hard. Without thought, Winry let go of Scieszka's soft hair, and grabbed her impossibly tense middle with both hands. It was a strange sensation, and a bit alarming, but not actually painful. Her lovers picked up on it immediately. "What's wrong?" Scieszka asked.
"I think I'm having a contraction," said Winry, trying to find her breath.
Ed and Al nearly jumped out of their skins. "It's too early!" said Al, with a note of panic in his voice.
Scieszka laughed. "Oh, that's totally normal."
"And it's gone already," said Winry, taking a deep breath, and noticing the real alarm in her male lovers faces. That was cute, that they should be concerned over this. "Scieszka's right, it's normal. I was warned about them." She stretched, feeling sleepy and satisfied.
"Oh," said both men, eerily with the exact same note of doubt in their voice.
Then Al said, "Um," and looked somewhat pointedly down at his erection.
Winry felt like kicking herself. There she was being selfish again. She'd gotten off, but the rest of her lovers hadn't. They'd lavished her with attention. It was time for her to return the favor.
Accommodating three lovers at once was not the easiest thing to do, even when she wasn't pregnant. Having to contend with the lump just made it that much more awkward, but she was determined to preserve. It would have been a lot easier to let Scieszka take one of the men over to the other bed, but no.
Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was even impossible, but damn it she needed to be needed as much as she needed to need. They'd all worked as a team to get her off, it was only fair that they each receive from HER the same pleasure.
Winry pulled herself up to her kneel, and made the arrangements. She noticed the faintly condescending smile on Ed's face as she ordered him to take position near the foot of the bed. Scieszka giggled a bit when told in just as firm a voice to scoot up until her back rested against the headboard. And now Al…
"Is it all right if I use my hand?" she asked sheepishly.
Al laughed. "Not at all."
They resumed. As Winry feared Al did get the least of her attentions. Though she tried to keep a steady rythem with her well lubed hand, her other two partners were far too distracting. Winry felt a bit guilty about that, but Al was the most patient and emotionally cool of all her lovers, and he didn't seem to mind too much.
The majority of Winry's attention was firmly focused on Scieszka. The woman had given Winry some mighty fine oral treatment, and it was a matter of pride that Winry return it. And so it was with enthusiasm that Winry pressed her hand against Scieszka's smooth and slim ankle and spread her legs apart. Then she leaned on her forearm and gently nuzzled her way into the warm, soft flesh at the junction of Scieszka's thighs.
Scieszka smelled faintly musky and delicious. Winry rubbed the tip of her nose against the neatly trimmed thatch of hair that crowned Scieszka's mon. Her toungue darted out to slide over the moist hood of her clit. She tasted wonderful, slick and savory, and her response was even more exiting than her flavor.
Scieszka moan, gripping her own thighs tightly, squeezing them in an effort to control her own bucking hips. Winry played with that response, teasing Scieszka with broad swipes of her tongue along the hood, down across the nether lips and then back up again, before setting into a rapid flicking across the swollen clit. She slid her weight-bearing arm with some difficulty until she was able to slide her own finger into Scieszka's body, much the way Scieszka had done for her only minutes before.
As much as Winry longed to lose herself in this warm delight, there were other sensations bidding for her attention. Mainly, what was happening between her own thighs.
The Bulge required Winry to kneel, shoulders down and butt up to the air. Even if Winry hadn't all but specifically told Ed what to do, she knew her lover couldn't turn down such an open invitation. Sure enough, she'd hardly begun servicing Scieszka when Ed's dissimilar hands gripped her hips.
To his credit, Ed was extremely careful with his automail. His right hand might be metal but it was smooth, and not overly chilly, and it gripped her if anything more gently than his left hand. She felt the hardness of his cock slide across her buttock before finding its position and smoothly thrusting in.
She was more than ready for this. There was no discomfort at all, only a sensation of being marvelously stretched. Ed began to buck into her in a slow and gentle way, so as not to interrupt what she was doing with Scieszka. He was holding back, she knew, out of politeness to his other lovers. It was cute and oddly frustrating at the same time. Winry didn't want him to be careful with her, she wanted him to enjoy himself. She had her turn. This was his and damn him for trying to turn it back into her turn again.
Briefly letting Scieszka go with her mouth, she bucked back, pushing Ed deeper and setting up the quicker pace that she knew he needed for his own pleasure. She heard him gasp and groan. Then she returned to pleasuring Scieszka.
It honestly didn't take much to break down Ed's inhibitions. Once given permission he began thrusting with ardor, and God but it felt marvelous. Much better than his over-careful ministrations. Yes, it was harder not to be shoved uncomfortably against Sheska, but Winry had the strength to hold herself still against the battering. More than that, she met each thrust with her own.
From then on it was a balancing act, trying to please all her lovers at once.
Scieszka came first. Winry felt the inner muscles of her cunt clench a few times and then Scieszka was gone, almost crawling up the headboard in order to get away. Winry let out a laugh of satisfaction, then turned all of her attention on her male lovers.
Ed finished up not too long after that. Pulling out and letting himself drop over sideways on the bed. Winry looked over and noticed that he was lying on his back with a look of utter contentment.
Two down.
"Ahem?" said Al.
"I haven't forgotten you," Winry said. Al, ever polite, ever caring, ever patient, deserved something special. So she positioned him, awkwardly finding a spot between her two spent lovers, and persuaded him to lie still with the tip of her tongue across the flat of his stomach. Al gasped and let his head fall back, and his exposed neck made far too tempting a target for her lips. She easily straddled his narrow hips and with no effort and a great deal of pleasure she lowered herself on to him and rode him.
She took him slow because she knew he could take it, and she knew he preferred it. She took him slow because it felt good for her as well. She took him slow because she wanted the moment to last as long as she could possibly make it. After all, two weeks worth of pent up need could not be released quickly. When her second orgasm did come it was long and hard and slow as well. She pressed her arm against her impossibly hard stomach and tried to contain her scream behind clenched teeth.
It wasn't until her second contraction had eased up that she realized that Al had come as well.
"That was wonderful," he said, smiling up at her, his eyes bright and his dark blond hair stuck to his face with sweat. "Thank you."
"No," replied Winry. "Thank you."
The urge to flop over and go to sleep was intense, but the practical concerns prevented it. For one thing, she was, at this point, a complete mess. For another, there just flat out wasn't any room left on the bed for her. So she carefully backed off the bed and sped over to the bathroom for a long shower.
In her absence, her lovers had lined up, more or less straight, under the covers. Scieszka lay in the middle, with the men cuddling on either side of her. Their eyes were closed, their breathing slow and deep. Asleep.
Winry was left out again. There would have been no room for her even if she hadn't had all this extra weight.
With a start, Winry realized that she hadn't thought of her weight in a while. What's more, when she thought of her weight now, it no longer had that sting of failure to it. Even being odd man out seemed a whole lot less important now that it had been an hour before. They love me. They really do.
Winry stopped to pick up the discarded overalls. She folded them up neatly and tucked them away in a drawer. She'd wear them again eventually. It would have looked funny on her even if she had been able to pull them on.
I'm pregnant, thought Winry. But I'm still damn hot in bed. And when this baby comes, I damn well WILL lose the weight. I'll wear all my old clothes, and I'll do all the things I used to do. The Bulge was not forever.
No. Not the Bulge. Peter.
As if on cue, she felt a fluttering kick.
She laughed. "Baby, your parents have just spent more than half an hour poking you and bumping you about and squeezing you and you choose NOW to wake up? You can sleep through anything, can't you! Must be those Elric genes."
Peter kicked again.
Winry climbed onto the second bed, squirmed her way to the middle and stretched luxuriously out. She fell asleep, content, for once, to have a bit of space to herself.