Chapter Twenty-Six

Mason

I knew it wouldn’t last, but I had so much more energy. It was great not being so tired. We were going to a get-together, a mixer, but not one of those other get-togethers that Mr. Jones mentioned. A sort of meet and greet. Mr. Jones said anyone at the party would be more than happy to talk to us and answer questions.

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be,” Conrad said, patting my hand.

“We’re going to talk to other people like us. I’m just worried we’ll be rejected or something.”

“We won’t. Everyone will love you.” I wished I could catch a case of Conrad’s confidence.

When we pulled up to The Welcome Center, I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. This was our new life, but I hadn’t fully embraced it yet, wasn’t sure if I ever would. I was happy with being pregnant that we were going to be dads; it was the rest of the stuff that I still felt unsure about.

Conrad rubbed my back as we walked to the front door. “Your shaking.”

“I think I want to bolt.”

“Let’s hang out for a few minutes and see if you change your mind,” he said, holding the door open for me. “Look, there’s Mr. Jones.”

Mr. Jones waved to us and said something to the guy he was talking to. The guy then started in our direction.

“I’m the official welcome committee for the evening it seems.”

Conrad shook the guy’s hand. “I’m Conrad, and this is Mason.”

“I’m Sam.” He smiled at us, scrunching up the freckles that danced across his pale, white face. He stood a few inches taller than me and was very pregnant.

I pressed my lips together and took a breath in through my nose. Being there, seeing Sam, it made it all so real. Sam’s belly bulged out in front. He looked pretty darn far along. That was going to be me in just a matter of time.

“Mason, would you like to come talk to me? We can go over in the corner there and have a bit of privacy if you’d like,” Sam said.

I licked my lips. “That actually sounds like a good idea.”

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Conrad said. He squeezed my shoulder and took off. I followed Sam who waddled when he walked.

“You’re kind of freaked out, aren’t you?” Sam asked, rubbing a hand over his stomach.

“Yeah, a little. This all has been a bit much.”

“It’s overwhelming. Dr. Matthews found me just like how she found you, and it took a lot of convincing from her to even get me here to check things out. I didn’t want to believe it. I was in denial for a while.”

“When she told us, it all kind of made sense.” In a way, I knew we belonged in that new life, amongst alpha and omegas and secret living, but that didn’t mean I was going to willingly accept it yet.

“You had your aha moment a lot sooner than I did,” Sam said, scratching his head of thick blond hair.

“How far along are you?” I asked. Sam stood across from me, holding underneath his stomach with both hands, wearing a T-shirt and cardigan.

“Six months.”

“Oh, wow.”

“I’m pretty huge, but it is my third pregnancy,” Sam said, glancing at me. “If you were just having one baby, I’d say you look six months, but since you’re like us, I bet you’re about between three and four.”

“Exactly between,” I said, looking down at my protruding stomach. The maternity jeans cradled it perfectly, accentuating its size, and the T-shirt I wore was no longer loose even though I had gotten it just days before. It clung to my body. My breasts were quite accentuated, too. Just since the short amount of time we found out, I grew a lot.

“Twins?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great, but ask me anything.”

“I don’t even know where to start. Can I ask you something private?”

“Ask away. No shame here.”

“I’m really hung up on this whole having breasts thing. Will they go back down?” Somehow, I was fine with being pregnant but had yet to fully come to terms with my female anatomy.

“That varies from omega to omega. Did you have some before you got pregnant?”

“Small ones.” I looked down at my chest. They still hadn’t grown that large, but they were a lot bigger than they were and now always noticeable.

“So they’ll still be there then. That’s your body. Some omegas go back to their original size and some stay larger. And the more children you have, the better your chance at growing a cup size or a few.”

“Will it be insulting if I said oh crap?” I asked, thinking about going out in public with breasts. For the time being, I did my best to hide everything under clothes when I went to school and anywhere else. Yes, I got my new maternity clothes, which felt so much better than my tight sweats, but I still wore Conrad’s hoodies over them, hiding away the truth underneath.

“Not at all. Some wear binding for when they go in public. But I don’t care if people see me. A man, walking around with breasts, but most of us don’t wander far when we start showing. I stay right here. Otherwise, I’d have people pounding on my door wanting to do news stories, take pictures, go on talk shows, tell me I’m an abomination. Fun stuff like that.”

“That’s horrible. Don’t you get bored?”

“Not at all. We have a house here. There’s a shop for when you need odds and ends. My alpha does all the big grocery shopping. I live life just like anyone else. We have playdates, get together for coffee. I work at home doing accounting for a small business. I have a very full and wonderful life. I’m sorry. Sometimes I go off on tangents because some people just don’t understand.”

“We could never afford a house.”

“They help you with everything. And some pairs just come and stay during the pregnancy at the guest suites. And like I said, you don’t have to, but a lot of us omegas do because we want to keep our way of life private. We don’t want anyone to ruin what we have here.”

“Okay, and that makes sense. I kind of get it. What about like when you went to the doctor? And all these others? How come no one has caught on?”

“After the initial visit, we switch OBGYNs. The doctors forget about us. And if they don’t, we explain it away. It was all a mistake. We decided not to go through with the pregnancy, so on and so forth.”

“Doesn’t anyone go and do their own thing?” I asked.

“Not many. We have this instinct to stay close and protect each other. And like I said, we try to keep our way of life here private.”

“I’m in school. Am I supposed to just drop out? I can’t spend my life being a breeding machine.”

“I was fortunate to have gotten pregnant after I finished college. You don’t have to drop out at all.”

“But would I ruin it for everybody else?”

“No, but you’d have a lot of questions coming your way, so if you’re up for that, it’s fine. But you can do distant learning, online school. Skip a semester. You can still have a full life.”

“You’re whole tangent thing.”

Sam smiled. “Exactly. You have a lot to think about.”

“Too much. I think my brain hurts, but I still have so many more questions.”

“I’m here to answer your questions all evening.”

I bit the corner of my lip, trying to sort through all that I wanted to know. “Okay, so, ah, God,” I said, putting my hands over my face. “Gah, okay, so when I went into heat, it was my first time.”

“So it was quite the experience.”

“That’s one way to put it. But how was he hitting my prostate if he wasn’t in the right place?”

“Our vaginal canal runs along the prostate. So, when his knot forms it presses into it. Each time he pumps in and out, while it’s not a direct hit, it’s still rubbing and pressing against it. All the other pleasure you feel is because the opening of our vaginal canals have a ton of nerve endings. And while you don’t have an external clitoris, you still have the internal part of one, and that gets pressed on, too. And while for people with a more regular mating habit, the g-spot can be hard to find, but due to the intrusive size of the alpha’s erection and with the knot, it gets found every time. So you’re getting sensations from all over.”

“Yeah, sure did. I think I passed out.”

“That happens.”

“So, has that … I’m not sure how to word it. But has that opening always been there?”

“It has, but it’s usually so tight, you never notice. It expands when you’re with your mate, and the rectum will tighten.”

“So, he has no choice but to go in there. But the doctor could get in there.”

“Now that your alpha has helped open it, it will remain so.”

“Isn’t that like…?”

“If someone directly presses on it, it will open some, but for the most part it stays tight.”

“But I was told about being receptive or something?” Me on all fours, thrusting my ass in the air, screaming for Conrad to fuck me came to mind.

“If you and your body don’t want the alpha in there, they’re not getting very far. You’ll be too tight. A doctor can slide in a finger or two, an instrument, but an alpha is so well-endowed, it’s not going to fly. The only way you can get fully penetrated by an alpha is when the alpha you’re mating with is in their rut. They need that force, that urge to get them in.”

“Well, that explains why I screamed.”

Sam laughed. “And even though when aroused, you’re wet, create your own slick, that first time can be intense pressure, pushing aside that tissue.”

“So, after a while, it won’t be as bad?” I asked. A lifetime of agonizing but yet, oddly pleasurable sex ahead of me.

“Yes, that first time, you’re adjusting, getting used to it. You’ll always have that pressure and burn but never as much as the first few heats.”

“Oh gosh.”

“But I bet you felt so satisfied afterward. Your need was met.”

“Things hurt for days, but yeah.” Afterward, I felt relieved, calm, and happy that the urge was gone.