Nine Months with Mio

You are awoken by the sounds of a quiet sniffling. The room is dark but you roll over to see your wife's face in a dim blue light. Mio was looking at her phone, its light reflecting off a small trickle of tears down her face. Her wolf ear flicks towards you, startled by the sound of your movement, dropping her phone and quickly wiping her face. "O-oh are you alright? *sniff* Did you have a bad dream?" Her sniffling and the slight crack in her voice break her hasty facade of normalcy. This had been happening more often recently, the two of you would return home from the doctor and she would say everything was fine only for you to find her in tears later on. You can see her phone where she dropped it on the bed. The fan art always made it worse. The other girls constantly referring to her as "Mio-mama" was already doing more than enough to make her depressed, but fan made drawings of her looking after her little wolf pups killed her inside no matter how hard she tried to pretend her fan's creativity brought her joy.

You and Mio had been trying to get pregnant for months. Trips to the fertility doctor, special supplements, marking her cycle on the calendar to always make sure you tried with her at the perfect times, the two of you were doing everything you possibly could to bring another life into the world but no matter how hard you tried... You could feel the growing wet spot from her tears on your shoulder as Mio's body convulsed against you. You try your best to comfort her, softly speaking soothing words of reassurance into her ear as you stroke her tail, promising her that everything is going to be okay. "It's just... it's so..." Mio's rasped words are broken by her intermittent sobbing, "I'm just so scared that it's too late." You turn your head slightly, making sure Mio couldn't see the grimace on your face as her grip on you tightened and her claws dug into your back. You knew she didn't do it on purpose, she couldn't help it when she was breaking down like this. You also knew that no further amount of words would stop it, forced to settle for comforting her as best you could with your hands as you rode out the storm.

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You bolt upright in bed as you are woken by a sudden scream. The scream evolves into joyous laughter and you hear what sounds like a camera shutter before the pounding of running footsteps begin heading up the hall towards you. Before you even have time to get out of bed Mio bursts through the door. "Look Look Look Look Look!" she yells as she practically leaps onto you. A small oblong shape comes between you and your wife's face as she eagerly points at two lines on the side. You pull her into a tight embrace as she excitedly giggles, so bursting with excitement she barely takes a breath between sentences. "We need to clear out the spare room so we can turn it into a nursery! Did you think we should buy pink paint? O-Or maybe new wallpaper! Oh my god what if it's a boy!?" The sound of Mio's ringtone overlays her near frantic ramblings. She picks up the phone and you can hear Fubuki on the other end, her excited yell quickly matched by your wife. Ah, that explains the shutter sound, somehow Fubuki always did manage to hear about things first. You slip out of bed and leave the girls to their conversation as you head to the kitchen to begin making breakfast. You have a sneaking suspicion you'll be making quite a lot of food in the coming months, a suspicion currently putting a delighted smile on your face even as Taiga bites your ankle.

Fubuki keeps Mio on the phone just long enough for you to finish making breakfast, a delectable spread of scrambled eggs, pancakes and bacon as well. You scoop a doubly large portion onto Mio's plate as she enters the room. "Oh, honey..?! You didn't have to make breakfast, s-sorry I was on the phone for so long I wa-" You quiet her with a passionate kiss and tell her that a woman in her condition would never dream of having to lift a finger, not with you here. Mio makes a cute little growling noise as she rubs the tip of her nose against yours, "Always my big responsible man. I think this might be just a bit too much food though." She said, sitting down at the table. Mio appears quizzical at first when you explain that it could never be too early to start eating for two, but the widening of her eyes is unmistakable as the first bite hit her taste buds. "Mmmmm this is so good! I didn't know you could cook," she said, quickly taking another bite, "this is amazing!" Mio had always been in charge of the cooking, something you had never been opposed to. Some more baby conversation later and Mio pushed her plate away and sat back, her hands placed on her full tummy. "Thank you for making breakfast, baby." She told you with a kiss. Of course, it was your pleasure.

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You enter the bedroom to find Mio in front of the mirror with her body turned to the side, her shirt pulled up with her hands placed on her belly. Her protruding belly. You walk up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist to join your hands with hers, pulling her back into a firm hug. "Ooo, baby, don't squeeze me, I'm so full." Mio whined only half-jokingly as she tilted her head back and up to kiss your neck. "I think all this extra eating is starting to make me fat." she said, taking your hands in hers and moving them across her slightly swollen stomach. "What? Are you sure? But it's only been a few weeks. I read online that mothers don't start showing until around the third month. Well, that's true I guess I am pretty small but... You really don't think I've gotten bigger?" She asks, pulling away from you to give you a full view of her body. Her turning is interrupted with a gasp as you grab two handfuls of her slightly softer ass, "This wasn't an invitation, you know!" she whines, a whine that turns into a wail of surprise as you scoop her off her feet and toss her down onto the bed. She looks back at you, her surprise melting into lust as she watches you slip out of your pants. She yelps as you grab her tail, pulling her needy hips against you and lifting up her skirt. The joys of a wife who never wears panties.

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Pregnancy is a beautiful thing and when it's your own wife it's even better. You get a front row seat to her gorgeous body growing and changing, both from the baby and from your meals which have been "mysteriously" getting larger over the last month and a half. Unfortunately it also comes with a few less attractive aspects, such as holding Mio's hair as she leans over the toilet. She always told you that you didn't have to be here for this, she knew how gross it must be, but you were always willing to do anything to help. The sound was the worst part, for you anyway, but Mio always called you her "big responsible man" and while "big" may just be an ego boost for you, you were determined to prove to her that "responsible" would always be a perfectly apt adjective. She leaned back to rest for a moment and took your hand. It was a position you found yourself in often recently, seated with your wife on the bathroom floor, your fingers intertwined with hers. Sometimes it took more than one go, and Mio found holding your hand during these intermissions comforting. You use a wet washcloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead and then the stray fluids from around her mouth and chin. Somehow even here on the floor in the harsh, fluorescent light of the bathroom, with one hand clutching her queasy stomach, Mio still looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. "I think it's over now." She says, her voice still weak. The morning sickness took a lot out of her. You put your free hand on her back to steady her as you helped her to her feet and handed her a cup of water to rinse her mouth out. As you turn to leave the bathroom, Mio grabs your arm and pulls you back into her. She holds your body tightly and though her face is pressed firmly against your chest you can still hear her gentle voice. "I really love you, you know." You did know and you vowed to make sure she always knew you loved her just as much.  

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She looked so cute like this. Mio stood in front of the wall, panting slightly as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Despite telling her you were perfectly fine doing this by yourself, and that a woman in her condition shouldn't be doing physical labor, Mio insisted on helping, so the two of you had been hard at work in the spare room for a few hours. You box things up and move them out while she handles stripping the old wallpaper from the walls. A task that, while much less intensive than yours, still left the expecting wolf out of breath and it wasn't hard to see why. Three months in and Mio was already looking more than a little chubby as you observed her from behind. The way her apron strings dug into the soft fat on her lower back, her pudgy love handles peeking out from under her shirt and spilling over her pants, pants that weren't quite able to cover all of her bulging bubble butt. All in all, Mio had definitely been gaining weight, due in no small part to the much larger meals you had been making. She seemed lost in thought. "Waahh!" Mio yelped as you pinched her side, "You scared me." She playfully scolded you as she turned around. The front view was even better. The apron stretched taught against her growing belly and breasts left little to the imagination, not that her soft body needed imagining as your hands had already joined her apron strings in sinking into her sides. "No, no I'm fine, I can keep going. I was just thinking maybe we could find wallpaper with little ducks on it. Wouldn't that be cute?" You agree that it would be. "I bet Subaru would love that. She pretends to not be interested in girly things but I guarantee you she will always want to be around the baby. Babies just activate something in a woman." You weren't sure about that, but Mio's baby making body was certainly activating something in you right now. "Cool it, mister, we still have a lot of work to do." Playfully admonishing you as she turns back to her wallpaper duty.

"Now where did that scraper go?" You point it out to her on the floor and she bends over to pick it up, as she does you hear a faint snapping sound and Mio shoots straight back up. "W-what? Oh, uuhhh, I didn't hear anything." She quickly returns to scraping, trying, and failing, to play it off. Mio squeaks as you snake your hands under her apron, "What are you, n-no don't reach there...!" You find the source of the snapping sound as your hands meet with the front of her now wide open pants. "D-don't laugh! It's your fault, you know..." She trails off, clearly flustered. Your fault? That's interesting, you don't recall being the one who shoveled three people's worth of breakfast into her mouth that morning, but that was an observation you could keep to yourself. You tease her bellybutton with your finger, earning you a yelp and slap to the arm. "Don't you see what your father is doing to me, Taiga? Stop him!" Taiga's eyes seemed malicious in their glance at you, if only for a moment, before the cantankerous cat left the room in search of a more quiet place to nap. "Th-that doesn't count as permission!" Mio whined as you began to undo the strings on her apron.

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You enter the kitchen to find Mio sitting at the kitchen table and in front of her was your birthday cake. Well it would be your birthday cake if there was any left. Mio had her face turned away from you but you didn't need to see it to know how red it was. "I-I'm sorry, the... the baby was hungry..." You weren't quite sure how the baby was hungry enough to eat an entire cake, especially after "the baby" had just eaten more at dinner than you had eaten all day. A sniffling broke your train of thought. "You must think I'm *sniff* disgusting..." You wrap your arms around her shoulders and tell her that isn't true and she begins to cry. "It's okay *sniff* you don't have to lie just to make me feel-" You interrupt her anguish with a deep, loving kiss. "You *sniff* you really think I'm still beautiful like... like this?" She asks, gesturing at her enlarged belly, the top dusted in chocolate cake crumbs and the bottom pouring out from under her shirt. You tug her shirt the rest of the way up to rest your hand on her belly as you take the seat next to her. You make a mental note of some numbers. It took three kisses to calm her down, two more to part her lips, four months of overeating to grow a belly big enough to sink your hand into, and 3/4 cup of hershey's cocoa in a cake batter to make her tongue taste like heaven as it rubs against yours. Pregnancy hormones are a wonderful thing. Mio pants as she pulls her lips away, "B-baby, y-you haven't *pant* you haven't kissed me like that since our honeymoon." Her cheeks are still flushed, though how much of that flush is still from embarrassment you aren't sure. You hope the chair can hold both of you as you pull her on to your lap. Perhaps a few more tastes will help you get to the bottom of things, after all, it was supposed to be your birthday cake.

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Mio tried not to show the slight embarrassment on her face as she greeted everyone. Subaru sprung up from the table, quickly coming around to pull a chair out for the expecting wolf. Subaru looked down at Mio's baby bump,"Ah, Mio-shaaa, you look so..." "Glowing!" Fubuki interrupted, saving Subaru from her running mouth. "Oh, th-thank you...!" Mio replied, putting a hand to her belly instinctively. It was the first time Mio had gone out in a while and she didn't have anything that came even close to fitting her motherly form. She knew you said that all the girls would understand but still, just leaving her belly out on display like this? "How far along are you now?" Koyori asked, unable to keep her eyes from glancing down at the round belly of the fecund figure before her. "Only five months or so, give or take a few days. Still a long way to go!" Mio replied. "You look so beautiful. Can I?" Choco sensei asked, gesturing towards Mio's belly with a strange and yet familiar look in her eyes. Where had Mio seen that look before? Mio had barely even started agreeing before Choco hand's were all over her, and not just her stomach. Fortunately for the poor mother-to-be, Choco's far too explorative hands were waylaid by the waiter arriving at the table. With the other girls only ordering small dishes and healthy greens, it took all the effort Mio had to keep the twinge of shame out of her voice as she ordered two full entrees, she was just so hungry lately.

Their food arrived and the table was filled with lively conversation as the girls caught up with each other. Mio couldn't help but notice as one by one the girls all finished their food as she only continued to gorge but at least, for her sake, the conversation never faltered. The waiter came back as Mio was finally finishing up. "Will that be all this afternoon?" The waiter asked. "U-uh actually..." the blush Mio had worn as she walked into the restaurant returned to her face once again, "Do you girls mind if I order dessert?" Mio asked, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. Mio's tail twitched in delight despite herself as Choco told her to get whatever she wanted, with perhaps a bit too much excitement in her voice. "Some chocolate cake please. I-I'm eating for two..." Mio could hardly raise her voice to an audible level as she tried to make an excuse for her overeating. An awkward silence descended over the table as the waiter left, no one knowing what to say to the clearly self-conscious wolf. "E-excuse me, I r-really have to go to the bathroom." Mio said, quickly excusing herself from the table. Koyori waited until Mio had fully waddled out of earshot before speaking. "Mio certainly looks..." "Fat. Mio-sha is fat." Subaru finished for her. Fubuki opened her mouth to scold Subaru but didn't get the chance as Choco cut in. "Only five months in and already so big! So round! So insatiably gluttonous! I've never seen such an incorrigible sinner!" The demon's eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth dripping at the thought of running her hands all over Mio's fattened, pregnant figure. Her tail curled so tightly around the leg of her chair that it was digging into the wood as her breathing quickened. "I just want to.."

In the safety of the bathroom stall, Mio was having a not dissimilar problem in composure. Mio's mound glistened beneath her burgeoning baby belly, dampening her hand as she pressed against it, desperate to quell the burning need in her lower lips. Her heart was racing, images of you taking her in all sorts of positions swimming through her mind as she tried to steady her breathing. She couldn't help it! Your constant feeding and fucking her left the poor wolf nearly incable of seperating the two. It was getting to the point that just having a full belly meant her body automatically prepared for mating. And your constant teasing her wasn't helping! Even a slightly judgemental look from a stranger was enough to make her nethers twitch, so what just happened at dinner was too much for her to handle. Her breathing quickened, one hand groping her breast and teasing her nipple while the other made slow rotations on her white hot honey pot, just like you would do to her at home. "Mio, are you okay? You've been in here for a while." Fubuki called from outside the stall. Mio panicked, how had she not heard the door open?! "I *hah hah* I'm f-fine!" Mio panted out her response. Oh god, how could this be happening? "Are you sure, your breathing doesn't sound good." The concern was evident in Fubuki's voice. "Y-yes really I *hah* I'm okay. Just *hah* Just so many things get me out of breath these days. It's hard carrying a baby around, you know?" Mio said, grimacing, praying Fubuki bought her lie. "Okay, if you're sure. Don't hesitate to call me though if you need anything, okay?" Fubuki replied. "I-I will!" Mio assured her as she left the bathroom.

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The sounds of a round, struggling wolf draw you to the living room. "Honey, can you help me?" Mio looks up at you from the couch with frustration evident on her face, "I can't reach." She demonstrates her dilema by trying to bend forward, her arms flailing towards their goal. Unfortunately for the helpless mother-to-be, six months of eating for two has left her with over sixty pounds of baby belly blocking her from ever reaching toes. You chuckle as you sit down on the couch and take her feet in your lap. Mio's cheeks flush, "Don't laugh. It's not easy being this big, you know." Placing her hands on her belly, Mio leans back as you begin painting her toenails. "What would I do without you?" She says with a smile, getting comfortable. "I'm going clothes shopping with Fubuki later this afternoon, I've been growing out of everything so fast." She says with a hint of irritation. You listen intently as she tells you the rest of her plans, your eyes fixed on her toenails as you make sure they are painted just right.

With your painting job finished, your idle hands have grown mischievous. You slowly run your finger around her recently protruding belly button as your widening wolf wife whines about how walking around all day is going to make her ankles sore again. Her eyes peeking up at you from behind her baby bump begin to half close, her frustrated look fading into a pleasured one. "That feels good." She tells you in a softer tone. You switch to massaging her swollen feet and are rewarded with a contented sigh. As Mio's breathing begins to slow, you gently free yourself from under her legs and bend down to kiss her burgeoning belly. "I love you..." Mio mumbles sleepily as you leave her to her nap.

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Mio grips her belly suddenly. "Oooooh..." She let out a long, pained groan. "No, it didn't feel like a kick but it- OOooh." You can see her fingers tighten as she groans again. Her breathing starts getting faster as she grabs your hand. "I think ooooo I think somethings wrong." Her grip on your hand increases. "It hurts, it's like my insides are getting squeezed out." Her voice is strained, the pain clear on her face. You try to keep her calm, even as panic starts to rise in you as well.  "No, se- OOOoohh seven months. It's the," she pauses for a second as her body is racked with another bout of pain, "the th-third trimester now." Oh, thank god. The color starts returning to your face. Contractions, just like the two of you had read about, and Mio just had her first. "It's... *hah hah* I think it's passing now." Mio is sweaty and short of breath as she continues to grip your hand. "S-sorry for worrying you..." You lean over and quiet her with a kiss on the cheek, your free hand coming to rest on her bump. Mio doesn't miss the sudden twitch of your arm. The baby kicked, right against your hand. "She knew you were here for us." Mio said softly, the joy evident in her voice.  It was your cheek getting a kiss this time as she placed her other hand on top of yours. "Always here for us." You readjust so that you can put your arm behind her and a relaxed sigh accompanies her soft body snuggling against you. You lean your head down against hers and kiss her just behind the ear, earning you a slight giggle. "I've always loved it when you kiss me there." She said, tracing slow small circles on the back of your hand with her finger. "And I've always loved you too." She added, turning her head up to slightly nibble on your neck with that soft low growling sound you love so much.  You move your other hand up to lightly clasp her ear, your thumb gently caressing the fur within. Some nights you wished would never end.

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"You're just saying that to be nice. N-no one could *sniff* could ever be attracted to an enormous blob like me..." The familiar sight of your face looked back at you from the bedroom mirror but unfortunately it was joined today but the crying face of your wife. "I'm already a blimp and there's still a whole month left to go after this. I won't even be able to fit in the house by then..." Mio stepped away and turned to face you. Beneath Mio's tear stained chubby cheeks was a puffy double chin. Your eyes traveled down her slightly thickened neck to her engorged udders. Her breasts were already large to begin with, but eight months of overeating and an abundant supply of milk left her with a chest no bra could ever hope to contain. Fortunately for the matron, her heavy breasts still had support in the form of a massive belly. The top of her tremendous tummy was taught as a drum, the growing baby having taken up quite a generous residence, but just below the motherly swell the skin was soft and flabby, giving a delightful wobble with every labored step the pregnant wolf took. A belly that your hands were quite familiar with as you rubbed lotion on it every night to help with the stretch marks, the sign of any good mother, you assured her. The sturdy legs supporting your growing wife began with a pair of very wide hips, so wide in fact they couldn't currently be fully shown in the mirror but just wide enough for you to have a good hold on when the hungry wolf needed a more animalistic night in bed. Though Mio was currently facing you, that still didn't stop you from being able to see the sides of her heavy ass, two mounds of constantly wobbling blubber that you regularly found yourself unable to keep your hands off of. Her very thickened thighs touched almost all the way down to her knees, heaven's gate now guarded by these cellulite covered columns. Even her ankles and feet weren't spared from the gift of motherhood. "Ye-yes I know you've always loved me but..." You begin to show her just how beautiful you find her fertile form as you pull her into a hug. "Well yes I know you are always grabbing my bu- *hah*" Your hands start traveling lower. "And you love g-*hah* groping my-my b-boobs but..." Her face is flushed now as you help lower her gently onto the bed. "N-now *hah* now isn't the time for..." You pull on her tail as your lips travel lower. "W-wai-mmmnn that milk is for the baby..."

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"This ice cream is so good, are you sure you don't want any?" Mio asks, looking up at you with her head resting on your lap. You placate her concerns and take a spoonful for yourself. It is just as good as she said, but you knew the rest of the carton would be finding its home in her stomach instead, like so many cartons had before. You find yourself in this position rather often these days. At nine months pregnant, Mio had grown far too big to be waddling around comfortably anymore, so more and more of your nights are spent just lazing around on the couch together, and spoon feeding her ice cream was a favorite for both of you. Mio's hands found their regular resting place on her round belly, "Can you believe it's gotten this big? I know I've been eating a lot for the baby but I never thought it would be like this." You reach your hand down to give her baby bump a reassuring rub. Mio takes your hand in hers and brings it to her mouth, licking stray bits of melting ice cream from your fingers. "I don't know how I'm ever going to lose all this weight." She said, her voice taking on a more mischievous tone. "I'll just be a big waddling blimp huffing and puffing around the house all day, my big bloated motherly body spilling out of all my clothes. Every night my fat ass would be pressing against you as we spoon in bed, I would have to sleep naked since all of my pajamas would be so tight and uncomfortable. Wouldn't that be terrible?" A firm lust starts growing between your legs. Ever since that night a couple weeks ago Mio has loved to tease you like this. In an attempt to calm her self-conscious worries you fully revealed your fetish to her and she has been sure to never let you forget it. Mio lets out a low, breathy chuckle, "You are poking my ear." Mio takes the ice cream from your hands and places it on the side table. She makes a gentle growling noise as she begins to undo your pants. "Let me take care of you this time." she says, just above a whisper. You place a hand on top of Mio's head, scratching behind her ears as she takes you into her mouth. Leaning your head back, you catch the hateful gaze of Taiga from across the room as your eyes start to close in bliss.

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You sit next to the hospital bed, Mio clutching your hand so hard you feel like it's about to break. She's been having contractions for hours now and the doctor says she is just about fully dilated, the baby should start coming any minute. You urge Mio to try to relax and just keep doing the breathing like she practiced. Despite her deathgrip on your hand and the pain shooting through her body, Mio couldn't be happier. The day she had waited so long for was here. She was going to be a mother! She told you she didn't mind if you wanted to leave the room for the birth, she knew how "gross" it could be to see, but you wouldn't dream of it. You were going to stay with her no matter what. The doctor was urging her to push now. Mio looked up at you for support, her love for you never stronger than this very moment. Finally the moment you both have been waiting nine long months for was here, the amazing sight of the little face of your daughter poking out from the swaddling blanket. At last, you and Mio are parents!

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"She's so adorable, isn't she?" Mio whispered to you, your daughter finally asleep in her crib. Taiga seemed to disagree, his tail beating back and forth as he observed the new born from his perch abover her crib, his resentful eyes never straying from his new source of jealousy. You, however, think Mio's couldn't be more correct and you assure Mio that she is adorable too with a loving squeeze on her lower belly. Mio had gained nearly one hundred pounds during her pregnancy as well as an appetite that guaranteed she could never lose a single one. Mio puts her hand on the back of yours, "Always my big responsible man." She says with a kiss to your cheek. You are hesitant to leave your daughter alone with Taiga but you can tell by the insistent tugging on your arm that Mio won't be taking no for an answer and the two of you quietly slip from the nursery to head for the bedroom. It's been a few months now since Mio gave birth and you haven't wasted a day relishing and ravishing her new motherly body. Having the baby hasn't decreased her sex drive at all and the two of you can't keep your hands off each other whenever the baby is asleep. You pull Mio down on top of you on the bed. As you feel her tubby tummy engulf your torso you feel a sudden urge that can't be ignored. "But it's only been a few months. A-are you sure?" Mio asked in a whisper, her hot and already heavy breath on your ear. You've never been more sure of anything in your life. "You are a very bad boy." Mio growled softly, putting the condom back in the bedside table drawer.