I’m fine, I’m just fine. Part 2
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http://www.boygirlbirthsupport.com/classes.htmlTitle: I’m fine, I’m just fine. Part 2
Continues from , Part 8- I’m Fine. I’m just Fine.
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 827
“See, I told you I was just constipated.”
All that Simon responded with was, “Huh.”
“You were all keyed up for being a Daddy tonight, weren’t you?”
Simon just threw a glance over at Andy and kept walking, walking fast enough that it was difficult for Andy to keep up until he ended up out of breath and bent over with his hands on his knees.
There was a nice large rock just off to the side that looked inviting, just until he caught his breath and the cramping on his right side became more manageable, Andy told himself. Except it didn’t, not exactly.
There was a faint blip in his abdomen as if gas had shifted and relief was in sight.
“Oh, finally. Maybe the gas will push you out and Simon will love me again.”
Pressure built, in that way that flatulence does as it tries to escape. This felt like there was something there pressing to get out. Andy tightened down. In the snit that Simon was in, he wouldn’t put it past Simon to make him walk home rather than take home in the car a former lover who’d fouled his pants.
“Fuck it. I’ll dig a small hole in the dirt to dangle over and if anything comes out I can cover it up like a cat. Field expediency.”
Luckily the dirt wasn’t hard to scoop out a depression, the leafy loam soft.
“I’m adding to the ecosystem,” Andy mumbled to himself. “So close to the Academy, I can’t be the only individual who's had to use the facilities out in the wild. ‘Course they were probably in their non-human form while doing it.”
It felt good, almost orgasmic, as the pressing built and exited his bowel. Not quite as good as his former lover, Andy sniffled, made him feel but you go with what you can. From below there was a sound, starting off with a squeak and building.
“Oh please don’t let me have crapped on a vole or something.” Andy stood, drew up his pants and knelt to see what or who he needed to apologize to.
Andy blinked. Looking up at him from the small hollow he’d dug, a small dark snake like being squirmed trying to coordinate its short limbs, limbs with hands and stubby feet?
“Simon!” He lifted up the little person-snake-whatever, feeling the shivering cool slickness of wet skin? Calling out, “Si-Mon!,“ as he cuddled his son, yep he was a boy, close. “Wow. You’re built like your Father, aren’t you sweetie? Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Daddy will keep you warm.” Giving one more call for Simon and getting no snake shifter calling back in response, “How about we go back and see Doctor Suzan and have her check you and me out to see if everything’s okay? That sound good to you? Does to me.” Andy had a thought, “You are breathing okay, aren’t you?” He pulled his son out to look at him in the moon’s light and was greeted by a discontented cry. “Yep, you’re breathing. Good,” bringing his wee snakelet back to his body and retraced the path he’d taken trying to keep up with Simon. “Come on. We’ve got ourselves a hike. It’s you and me kid. You and me.” They were several steps along when Andy asked, “How do you feel about being called Newt? I’m NOT calling you Skinky. There’s a politician named Newt,” Andy continued, “Newt Gingrich. Gingrich wouldn’t be a bad name either. You could be called Richie by your friends.”
Suzan looked at Andy, “You were supposed to go for an easy walk and come back here for me to see how you were doing. You weren’t supposed to have the little one while doing that.”
“Um, things happened.”
“Where’s your husband? You didn’t kill him did you? There’s this stage during birth…”
“I couldn’t keep up with him and it felt like I was going to have a bowel movement and he didn’t come back.”
“Well, you did well and this little guy is fine. Just latch him onto your nipple now while I’m watching and if he does well you can both go home. You’ve got the phone number for the clinic at home, yes? Or you can stay here overnight just in case until you pass the shell fragments but that shouldn’t be too difficult. Snake eggs aren’t like chicken eggs, they’re soft so your body should rid itself of them easily.”
“I want to stay. Simon might come back and … he’d worry.”
“I would have killed him, myself. He went on without keeping track of you.” Suzan shook her head. “Were-serpents. Alright, let’s get the two of you set up for the night. I’ll leave the light on in case the father shows up. Might even leave out a spare blanket for him.” She smiled at Andy as he carefully held Newt to his nipple, “you’re doing just fine.”
Continues with Part 3
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Date: 2016-08-31 06:00 am (UTC)A snakeling with small legs, feet, arms and hands == Yes I know this makes him skink-line
Date: 2016-08-31 06:12 pm (UTC)If Newt were in human form he'd nurse at this age. *nods head* It's either that and/or (cause it tickles me to have Andy doing this in the middle of the night) Andy will be out hunting crickets for Newt.
Luckily Newt is small enough to put in a pocket with button down placket so he doesn't fall out.
Re: A snakeling with small legs, feet, arms and hands == Yes I know this makes him skink-line
Date: 2016-08-31 08:59 pm (UTC)Also i can see Andy getting mad at Simon for sneaking sugar coated crickets to the baby.
Re: A snakeling with small legs, feet, arms and hands == Yes I know this makes him skink-line
Date: 2016-08-31 10:14 pm (UTC)We asked a pet store employee for a time and we asked why they were white.
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Date: 2016-08-31 10:16 pm (UTC)Re: A snakeling with small legs, feet, arms and hands == Yes I know this makes him skink-line
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Date: 2016-09-04 03:20 am (UTC)I hope Simon is searching the park (or wherever they were) right now, worried. How long before he thinks to look in at the hospital.
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