A "little" unbirthing story (part 1)
(Writers note: this is my first story and was edited by my wonderful mate, please feel free to post pointers on how I can improve or expand, I set the rating to adult to be on the safe side, the next half of the story will be bigger and more explicit)
A "little" unbirthing story
Timmy gazed out of his window, the rain was pouring down in buckets and his house was cold. His mother had sent him up to his room after he had an "accident" on the rug. It hadn't actually been accidental the he wet his pants; he was just looking for attention. Ever since his mummy lost the new baby all she did was cry, she hadn't even tried looking for it yet and she certainly hadn't given him a cuddle.
"Stupid mummy", all Timmy wanted was a hug and kiss but when he asked his mummy just started crying again.
Timmy's mother was prone to losing children, she had lost 7 before she managed to have Timmy and even he was very premature. The doctors said it was a genetic defect and that all she could do was keep trying. She herself suspected it was the low quality of the sperm she received from the fertility bank. £500 a pop and it would only earn more money from the donors if she kept failing to have children. Timmy was the only child she had conceived naturally and he was very small but then, so was that lovely yellow lab she had spent the night with 4 years ago...
"Mummy..." Timmy peeped out from behind the living room door. "My room is cold..." the young golden lab was shivering, and he was still wearing those wet pants.
"You silly thing" his mum giggled, "Why didn't you get changed?" She spoke with a soft, almost angelic voice. "Don't tell me you need mummy to help you?"
"N-no!" Timmy blushed, he hadn't even thought about his pants, all he wanted was a hug. His mother smiled at him and walked over, picking him up and giving him a cuddle. Timmy couldn't help but murr, his mother's fur felt so warm.
"Ooohhh baby your freezing!" his mother exclaimed, had she forgotten to put the heating on? She couldn't believe she had been so neglectful. "How about we give you a bath sweetie?"
Timmy watched his mum fill up the bath; he was too short to see over the top so he had to wait until she lifted him in. He had always been tiny; apparently when he was born his mummy could hold him in the palm of her hand. His mummy could still lift him up with her tail but she said he was getting bigger so he knew he wouldn't be little forever.
"Timmy, your bath is ready" His mother pulled his wet pants off and he stepped out of them.
"Mummy..." He yawned "can I watch TV with you tonight?" His mother simply shook her head and held her hands above him.
"You're too little to stay up with mummy" She said as he held his arms up to have his shirt taken off. "When you're a bit older you can stay up with mummy, okay?" Timmy instantly perked up and smiled, just able to wait until after his mummy had taken his shirt off to give her the biggest hug he could. Timmy was well behaved as always, his mum was clever enough to bath him when he was tired so he was normally in and out without playing.
As she was rinsing his fur a sudden burning itch started to fill her loins, she whined and scrunched her face up.
"Come on Timmy let's put you to bed". Timmy was pretty much a walking zombie by now and merely nodded.
"Mm...Okay..." he said before letting out a wide yawn and raising his hands up so his mummy could lift him up in a towel.
"Good boy" she whispered into his ear as she cuddled her little blessing. Carefully she wrapped him up in the towel and carried him to his room. "Shall mummy help you get ready for bed?" her maternal instincts were flaring up from going into heat; she had to constantly remind herself Timmy wasn't a baby anymore.
"Nuh uh... can do it..." Timmy wriggled until his mummy stood him up in his bedroom. "Am a big boy" he yawned, before walking over to his dresser and pulling open the bottom drawer. His mummy had put his undies and things in the bottom drawer because he was too short to reach the top one; he just kept his swimming trunks in that one.
Timmy dug through his drawer and pulled out something white and fluffy, Due to his tiny size he still couldn't sleep through the night dry, something that wasn't exactly unusual for a 4 year old. Yawning again, Timmy held out the absorbent nappy pants and slowly put one foot through the left leg hole. His mummy sat patiently on the bed as her little boy put his right foot through the other leg hole.
"Can mummy help you?" This heat was going to be unbearable over the next few days.
"Nooo..." Timmy grumbled as he pulled the nappy up and his mum smirked, grabbing her son's hands and sliding his padding back down,
"You forgot something~" she chirred, pulling her son over her lap in a position that was very familiar to any cub who had been naughty. But he wasn't getting a smacked bottom, he just refused to lie on his back while his mother did what she was about to do.
"What..?" Timmy yawned again, curling his tongue and rubbing is eyes while his nappy almost dropped off. His mother simply smirked and took a bottle of talcum powder from the top of his dresser.
"We need to powder your bum silly" She said as she held Timmy over her lap with 1 hand and filled her other hand with powder. "My baby has never had a nappy rash and he certainly isn't starting now" She said a little over enthusiastically, diligently patting and rubbing powder into her son's bottom, thighs and private parts. After a little bit of wriggling from Timmy, his mother pulled his nappy up and fastened the tape that went over his tail. "Come on baby, pyjama time".
"Not... baby..." Timmy was practically asleep by now, too tired to even keep his pretty blue eyes open. His mother smiled and rubbed her son's back, laying him on his bed and fetching some red pyjamas from his dresser. Red was her son's favourite colour and it complemented his gold fur very well.
"Come on sweetie" Timmy's mum sat him on her lap and pulled the pyjama bottoms on him, deciding that maybe her room would be warmer.
After putting her son to sleep his mother, Jane decided to curl up on the sofa and cry, she had only lost her last child 2 months ago and now she was in heat again. Ever since she weaned her son from her breast she had been getting deeper into a vicious cycle of going into heat just to lose the child. Timmy was getting older now and she desperately wanted a baby again, she missed everything about having a baby. She missed the walks in the park with a pram, the late nights that could be spent cuddling, without causing trouble at nursery. It wasn't just that though, she missed the bad things too, like changing a smelly nappy or how much her breasts ached when she first started nursing. She missed it all. After an hour of sobbing she sat up, the thing she probably missed most was carrying a child almost towards full term, knowing that she had managed to look after a life inside of her until it was ready to come out. Oh how she wished she could carry Timmy in her womb again, if only for a few days.
Then it hit her, what if she could carry him again? Nervously she stood up and walked towards her computer. She had heard rumours about women doing it with terminally ill children; it was dangerous and downright illegal unless used as medical intervention. A good thing about the internet though, it lets people do things that are illegal. It had been on the news a few times, female paedophiles re-whelping children for their own satisfaction. All the children were delivered again just as healthy, if not healthier than before. Their new mothers had been arrested though. Regardless, it wasn't illegal to fantasize and know how the procedure worked. She doubted she would be able to carry him again anyway but....
Maybe... Just maybe...