IMAGINE [miniseries]

THE ALBUM [Bonus Story]

Part 1

You had the most brilliant idea.

Making music is your life. You've made it so far that you're world famous. You remember posting that crucial photo a few months ago. In the photo you are only sitting in tight-fitting underpants with your legs apart on the couch with a poker face and you are supporting your pregnancy belly with your right hand. You were photographing five months with triplets.  The world has freaked out. You became a kind of symbol. "Hot singer gets three babies!"; "His belly looks so pretty"; "Becoming a father will be common!". Just a few days after the post, you announced that an album would be made out of your pregnancy. You wanted the album to accompany your pregnancy. Your six pack had to give way but the picture book stomach did not disappoint you. The belly didn't sink in deeply but sat very tightly on you as if you were just pregnant with a child. A 14-track album was planned. You were in the studio every day writing, recording and producing your music. Everything went great. Up to the 26th week of pregnancy.

7:33am

You were lying in bed and had set an alarm for 9 a.m. but were torn out of your sleep by several calls. You threw the covers aside and the morning sunlight warmed your bulging belly. You sat on the bed frame and looked at your phone. It was Sam, your manager. You took the call. "Sam?" He sounded not happy:

"Hey! You have to listen carefully. There's a problem."

You got up in a hurry and ran to the window to get better reception.

"What's going on?" you asked.

"Four songs from your new album are circulating on the internet. They were leaked."

"What?!" You felt like you were going to fall and your heart stopped for a moment. "What?  How did that happen!?" Before Sam could answer you felt a sharp, nagging pain in your abdomen and you knew that the shock hadn't done you any good. "Okay, it doesn't matter now, call an ambulance to me immediately.  Something is wrong with the babies!"

In the worst case, you could have given birth that day, but thank God it wasn't that dramatic. Of course it was swarming with people who put strong pressure on you. There was a hacker who leaked the four songs and that meant for you that you didn't want to continue having these four songs on your album, but would produce four new ones. According to the doctors, you were able to continue your pregnancy without any complications.

Part 2

You take a deep breath. Then exhale. It was the uncomfortable desk chair that drives you crazy. Actually, it has become a little too small for you in the last few months. You couldn't spread your legs wide enough to fit your massive triplet's belly, so everything pressed together and your thighs pushed the armrests both apart.

You can't think straight so you stand up and immediately feel liberated. Your shirtless upper body would have started to sweat anyway if you hadn't gotten up. The waistband of your jogging pants is tight against your stomach again, so you push it so low that your underpants are already showing in the front, but your bulge is still holding them up. There is still one song missing which you have to finish. You are already mixing but have just been disturbed by the recurring abdominal pain. Actually, the album should have been ready long ago, but due to the leak and the pause you introduced afterwards, you still spent the whole ninth month getting everything ready. You were and are stressed, but you still do everything. There are millions of people who want to hear your album. You grab under your big belly, lift it up a bit to make it easier for you, and slowly walk out of the study. Entering the open kitchen, you ask your boyfriend to continue massaging your stomach. He comes behind you as you look into the fridge and lifts your belly again. He kisses your neck. "Still working?" he asks you.

"It's getting tight. I've been in light labor for days and hope to finish the album today. Tomorrow everything should arrive at the team and we can advertise. My live performance is next week." Your boyfriend circles his fingers over your stomach. "Do you think you'll make it this far? Maybe you should take a break after all?" Your boyfriend's hands go lower and pull your jogging pants under your bulge so that they slide down your legs and you're left with only a pair of retro shorts.

„I finally want to have sex again. WHILE you are still pregnant. We don't have much time left." After this sentence, he slowly reaches into your underpants. "Let me finish the song and then I'll be through." If I hurry I'll be through in an hour. You can prepare something in the meantime." You simply leave your jogging pants and make your way back to the study to get done quickly. Your boyfriend can put them away. He generally does so much for you to make you feel better.

Part 3

you can't believe it. You're done. You actually made it. Again you free yourself from the cramped desk chair and press down.  However, you stop in front of the door because a contraction makes you crouch down again. You stay there for a moment, but then you can move on. Without all the stress, you enter the living room and report on your end of work. Your boyfriend helps you sit down and you see that he has lit candles for you. In addition, he brought you oil to cream your stomach. You let your body sink comfortably into the couch and finally spread your legs so that your huge belly finally has free space when sitting. Your boyfriend has already changed his clothes and is wearing red underpants. Just red underpants. He probably wants to make the lotion particularly romantic. You try to get everything from your stomach on camera to say goodnight to your fans. Then you put your phone away and your boyfriend carefully begins to climb a little on top of you with his legs next to yours, pulling his bulging underwear over your huge heavy belly. Then he goes back a little and touches your lower stomach area with the full underpants while he kisses you. You're horny just by looking at him and you're in a sex mood. Then you lie down in such a way that it is easier for him to give you a blowjob before finally having sex on the sofa. He spoils you. His dominance makes you even more horny.

Another contraction, triggered by your position, makes you mosn. "Yes baby! I want to make you burst!" Your boyfriend didn't realize you are having a real contraction, so he just kept going until he finally orgasms. But you didn't sopped him because the contraction wasn't that painful. You sit back on the couch so that he can sit next to you and then you two let the excitement fade away for a moment. Then he starts to clean himself and you a bit with lukewarm water. Then you both put your underpants back on and slowly go to bed together. There you organize a hot petting until you fall asleep.