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Jon looked up as the clinic doors opened to admit a swift fox in a white lab coat and a shorter gray mouse who was slightly unsteady on his paws. Jon rose to meet Dr. Haywood and his husband. The fox smiled happily as the two mice hugged each other.

"He's all set to go Mr. Kent," the fox told Jon when he released Tom from the embrace.

"How are you feeling hon?" Jon asked.

"Ok," Tom mumbled. "Just a bit woozy."

"He will be out of it for most of the rest of the afternoon," Dr. Haywood commented. "After that, he'll be good to go for any and all intimate activities."

"I think we'll wait until tomorrow," Jon replied, rubbing between Tom's rounded ears as the other dozed against his shoulder. They had scheduled this appointment for a Friday so they would have the entire weekend for such things.

The fox nodded. The mice were a bit older than most of those that passed through the Clinic, and seemed less in need of being told that sex would have to wait. Of course, that fact had been what brought them to the Clinic in the first place.

"We'll set up appointments based on your timetable," Dr. Haywood said as he padded over the front desk. "Until next time Misters Kent-Carter."

Tom slept late that Saturday, giving Jon plenty of time to prepare for the day. He prepared dinner, did the laundry, and cleaned up the house before his husband got up. Jon had just put the vacuum away when a gray furred arm reached around and a weight settled against his back. An instant later, he felt the warm flow of Tom's breath on his neck.

"Hey there," Jon greeted as he leaned back to rub his cheek against Tom's. "How are you hon?"

"Mmmm. Horny," his husband whispered as he reached under Jon's shirt and rubbed his paw through Jon's brown and white fur.

"Mmmm. Okay. Let me finish putting the cleaning supplies away, then I'll go clean out."

"Nooooo," Tom murmured as his paw slid down the front of Jon's pants and took a firm hold of his sheath and balls. "I want this in me."

"Ooooh?" Jon moaned. That was unusual--Tom was the top in their relationship, probably about 95% of the time. But then again, that could have changed due to their visit to the Clinic yesterday. "Is my wonderful hubby in heat? Does he want me to give him babies?"

"Yes," Tom whispered as he continued to rub Jon's sheath. "Please fuck me till I'm pregnant babe."

As he spoke, the gray furred mouse relinquished his grip on his brown and white husband's sheath and undid the other's belt and pants. They dropped to the floor, leaving Jon's sheath, balls, and emerging pink shaft on full display. Tom circled around his husband, lowered himself to his knees, and began to nuzzle Jon's crotch. Jon moaned at the attention, smiling to himself at memories of the handful of times this had occurred when they were dating all those years ago. After a moment of nuzzling and whispering, Tom began to lick Jon's shaft and then took it into his muzzle.

"Oh god hun," Jon moaned as his husband attended to him. "I almost forgot how good you are at this."

Tom moaned around his husband's shaft as Jon petted him behind the ears. The gray mouse's muzzle bobbed up and down on the brown and white mouse's pink shaft as Jon scratched his ears. Jon moaned as Tom pulled his muzzle off his husband's cock and let it rest on the top of his muzzle. Jon looked down, and smiled at Tom.

The gray mouse stood up and hugged his husband. The two mice held each other: kissing, rubbing, nuzzling and frotting. They were in their late thirties--both lean, but not muscular. Jon was a bit heavier, with just a bit of a gut to him. Tom was thinner, and a little shorter--the perfect height to nibble on his husband's neck fur.

"God, we should have done this years ago." Jon chuckled as he hugged. "I can't believe you wanted to be the one to carry our kids."

"It's so hot to think about being pregnant," Tom said as he rubbed his flat stomach. "It's been a kink I've always had. I never thought I'd be able to indulge it."

"Well if my husband wants to be a mommy as well as a daddy, that's what he shall be." Jon giggled as he began to steer Tim towards the bedroom. "Just bear with me hun, it's been a while since I've done this..."

It took three sessions for Tim to lose his overwhelming horniness, and they managed to give it two more goes before the weekend was over. It was the following Wednesday that Tim finally worked up the courage to actually use the pregnancy test that the Clinic had provided. The squeal of joy a few minutes later told Jon in the kitchen they had been successful.

The months passed, and Tim's pregnancy went fairly smoothly. There were ups and downs as the normally very lean mouse's stomach began to swell, but they dealt with them. They made regular visits to the Clinic as Tim advanced and learned that they would be having twins sometime in mid-January. On advice of the Clinic, they kept up a fairly active sex live--usually with Jon topping.

Then, as the holidays approached, Tim made a request. Jon quickly agreed to it, and made the preparations to carry it out. November passed, and Tim's belly became beautifully round as he reached his final trimester. He took leave from work, both for the holidays and because moving around a lot was becoming a bit tricky. Jon took care of the household to allow his husband to relax. Then, Christmas arrived.

Tim woke up alone, but having two small lives growing inside you took a lot of energy from him--so he often slept later than Jon. He rolled slowly on to his back and slid his paws to the carpet and sat up on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his stomach, which had swollen to his mid-thighs. He was so proud to be carrying those two tiny lives inside him--proud, and a little bit aroused. Tim couldn't fully explain why the idea was so sexy to him, but the idea of getting pregnant was just so damn hot. It had been a fantasy until he had learned about the Clinic from a formerly transgendered female coworker who had taken the plunge to do a full transition. She had been most happy with the results, and had recommended the Clinic to anyone that wanted or needed similar work done. It had taken Tim a long time to come up with the courage to consider his desire "legitimate" compared to a transgendered person making a full transition, and even longer to bring the idea to Jon. But he'd done it, and surprisingly, Jon was okay with it.

Tim pushed himself to his paws and gave himself a quick look in the mirror before heading to the bathroom. He remained fairly close to the lean mouse he had been--minus the obviously swollen belly. His chest was still fairly flat, his thighs were just a bit thicker, and his butt was still just round enough to play with. Tim smiled as he exited the bathroom, thinking about Jon and how the other had gone out of his way to make Tim feel beautiful.

Tim padded downstairs to find that today was no exception to that. Jon was in the kitchen, finishing up making breakfast. His eyes lit up as he noticed his husband making his way slowly down the stairs. Jon set down the plate he had been holding and quickly came over to help Tim with the last few steps, and guided him to a chair with a kiss on the fluffy cheek.

"Merry Christmas love," Jon said, touching his nose to Tim's. Then he reached a paw down to his husband's belly. "And Merry Christmas to you two as well. How did we sleep?"

"Good," Tim replied. "But now, we're all hungry."

Jon nodded and went to retrieve breakfast, but not fast enough--Tom reached out and gave the brown and white mouse's rump a playful smack. Jon squeaked in surprise and his tail swished a bit more playfully afterwards. It was then that it registered with Tim that his husband was wearing only a pair of boxers that had the appearance of a wrapped present.

They finished breakfast and moved to the living room, where Jon plugged in the Christmas tree and took a seat on the floor while Tim settled onto the couch. The two mice quickly went through the presents under the tree, most of which were actually for the twins in Tim's belly. After that was done, Jon moved to the couch and they cuddled for a while and just watched the color cycling lights on the tree.

"And what about this last present?" Tim asked as he twitched his whiskers and dropped a paw to Jon's crotch.

"I was wondering when you going to get to that one," Jon giggled.

Jon leaned over and embraced his husband and the two pressed their muzzles together in a passionate kiss. Paws rubbed fur, explored curves of stomachs, and rubbed backs and rumps. Jon squeaked as he felt one of the twins kick. Tim giggled and leaned back as Jon pulled back to kneel on the floor before his husband.

Tim lay on the couch like a Greek god in Jon's eyes. His long, thin tail swished as his paws dangled over the arm of the couch. His thighs had grown a bit from carrying the extra weight of their children, but his chest remained as flat and lovely as it had been. His pointed muzzle looked down at Jon over his belly, split by a teasing smile. His whiskers twitch and his rounded ears flicked as he looked down at Jon. Jon's attention was drawn to under his husband's swollen belly--down to Tim's crotch. His husband's balls rested against his thighs, roughly the size of golf balls. Above them hung his sheath, swollen with his excitement as the rounded tip of his shaft already emerging from it. Jon licked his nose in excitement as he studied his husband's maleness.

Tim's smile grew as he watched his husband studying him. He had to admit that seeing the slightly chubby brown and white mouse studying him with desire in his eyes was turning him on as much as being pregnant was. He felt his shaft throb as Jon's warm breath flowed over his balls as the other placed his nose in Tim's sac. Tim moaned as Jon nuzzled his sac and sheath. Then Jon turned his attention to Tim's shaft, with all the skill twenty years of performing oral gave him.

Tim gasped at the feel of Jon's tongue on his shaft; the warm, wet confines of his muzzle around it; the little moans Jon made as he began to bob on it. The pregnant mouse shuddered in pleasure and felt a spurt of pre-cum escape his tip. Jon sucked it down before releasing Tim's shaft and giggling.

"A little pent up are we, dear?"

"You try living out your biggest sexual kink for six months and see how pent up you get," Tim growled. Or rather tried to--any attempt at menace was probably lost in the squeak of pleasure as Jon returned Tim's shaft to his muzzle.

Jon continued bobbing on his husband's shaft to the point that Tim could feel his orgasm building and was genuinely worried that he would finish in Jon's muzzle despite the request he'd made. But Jon released his husband and smiled up at Tim.

"Mmm. Maybe I should. You are so beautiful like this." Jon stroked his husband slowly, eliciting another series of squeaks and a steady drip of pre. Jon giggled. "Although with as much as you're producing, it might happen without a trip to the Clinic."

Jon climbed up on the couch, and with some effort and creative positioning managed to rub his still clothed crotch against Tim's erect and leaking shaft. Their bellies pressed together as Jon ground against his husband while the other moaned loudly. Tim could feel the other mouse's erection through the fabric of the boxers, and he reached down to paw at Jon's rump.

"Can I... ohhh... unwrap my present now?"

"Of course baby," Jon said as he climbed off his husband.

Tim grunted with effort as he managed to sit up, his erection poking his belly. He licked his muzzle as Jon stood in front of him, his paws behind his head and his tail swishing playfully. Tim leaned forward and undid the Velcro closure above Jon's tail before dropping the boxers to the floor. A wonderful pink mouse cock stood proudly on display against a background of white fur, reaching up to gently tickle the pudge of Jon's belly. Underneath hung a pair of golf ball sized balls in a white furred scrotum. Jon gave Tim a good long look before he turned around and lifted his tail, presenting his rump for inspection. It was a lovely rump: plump, round, and squeezable. Tim leaned over to kiss it, catching the warm scent of his husband's musk that always reminded Tim of a sunny field of wheat, and the slight scent of lube underneath.

"All ready?" Tim asked, reaching out a finger to probe between his husband's cheeks. Jon let out a gasp as that finger caressed his tail hole. The sound changed to a moan as Tim's finger slid easily into the prepared confines. "You aren't expecting your porn, pregnant husband to trundle back upstairs to get lube for himself, are you?"

"Side... table... oooohhh... drawer," Jon informed him, though he was distracted by his husband working his tail hole.

Tim withdrew is fingers and skootched over to the end of the couch. He opened the drawer and found the bottle he sought. He poured a bit into his paw, set the bottle down, and then pulled his belly out of the way before rubbing the liquid over his shaft. With that done, he retrieved the bottle and poured a little more out as he stood up. Jon bent over and put his paws on the coffee table to raise his rump to the proper level. Tim added a bit more lube to Jon's tail hole and leaned in, letting his belly rest on Jon. Tim saw that his husband had thought enough ahead to put down a few towels.

"Is 'Daddy' ready for 'Mommy's' cock?" Tim asked as he pressed his shaft between Jon's cheeks.

"Oh yes, 'Mommy,'" Jon giggled. "Daddy has been a good boy. Please can I have it?"

"Good boys do get cock for Christmas," Tim assured him as he slowly pressed forward into his husband's tail hole.

It took a few tries for Tim to figure out a proper position with his pregnant belly to properly penetrate Jon. His eventual solution was to pull the cushions off the couch and stand on them so that his belly was above Jon's rump and come in from slightly above him. It worked, and Tim began to thrust into Jon. The mice squeaked and moaned as they fucked. Tim thrust quickly and took hold of Jon's hips to keep up his pace. Tim whispered an apology that he couldn't reach to take care of Jon. The brown and white mouse assured him that it was okay, and pulled a paw from the coffee table to stroke his shaft. Tim moaned as he thrust into the warm confines of his husband's tail hole. He quickly felt the pressure begin to build in his loins as his orgasm built.

Jon had never had an experience quite like this. Tim's belly wrapped around his rear, providing a warm feeling as Tim thrust into him. He heard whisper that Tim was getting close, as if the increased pace in his rear wasn't enough. The pressure in his tail hole was a welcome reminder of how their relationship had been before the pregnancy. Much as he had liked to be the top, he did love to be the bottom. To feel Tim deep inside him, to feel his husband's shaft pressing his prostate and causing his own shaft to throb with each thrust--this was what he loved. And the added feeling of that pregnant belly on his rear was something he'd never thought would feel so amazing.

A moment later, Tim thrust deeply into Jon with a groan. Jon felt his husband's shaft throb against his insides and swore he felt is insides swelling with Tim's release. Tim shuddered against Jon as he orgasmed. Jon stroked himself faster, and a moment later groaned as he came--splashing cum on the towels he had laid down.

Slowly they collapsed to the floor, with Tim pressing against Jon. They leaned against the coffee table, panting and holding each other for a long time. Then, one of the twins kicked and both the mice giggled happily. Tim leaned in and kissed his husband.

"Thank you dear," Tim said. "This was a wonderful gift."

"You're welcome hun," Jon answered as he rubbed his cheek against Tim's. "I'm glad you liked it so much."

With that, the cuddled for a long time. Both had to admit that it was the best Christmas they could remember.