I’ll fucking **** a baby into you. You look really sexy.• Jayne. You could do that… or I could just go along with it and let you do it to me.•...Marc. You want to get ****d? You want us to get you pregnant?• Jayne. You can take turns to do that if you like (giggling)• Marc. You won’t laugh when I shove my cock up your tight arse.• Jayne. How do you know I won’t like that?, as long as you fuck me properly afterwards.• Karl. What are you saying properly?• Jayne. Without any protection and you. The more we did it the harder it became to stop the labor. Finally I had hit my 36Th week and the doc’s wanted to give me steroid shots to develop the baby’s lungs. This would prepare him for birth as a c-section was schedule for the following week. I was to receive two shots. Begining Tuesday and Thursday of that week. Tuesday I arrived for my app and received my shot. After,I went home and as I felt in tuned with the pregnancy noticing and paying attention to every movement and non movement. I rolled slightly to my side and to move my hand and arm up so I could take off my helmet. He saw this and helped. I again tried to get up some more but he told me to hold on. He started asking me questions, who I was, did I know what day it was, etc. He asked if anything hurt to move or if I lost any feeling anywhere. I answered his questions and told him I can feel everything. He helped me sit up and take the back pack off. At this point I had caught my breath and it did not hurt as bad to. My chest was broader; my abs packed sixes; my arms and thighs were bigger. The scariest part was the height! I had grown at least three inches taller. I could accept the rest since I was eating much better and getting a lot of 'exercise', but the height thing ... not even close to fucking natural! The women couldn't keep up with me sexually. After awhile, I realized none of them wanted 'multiple times a night, every night'. I could have made them go with it, but there were a lot of women so I.