She's thought about it, alright. She's thought about it from sun up to sun down and the other way back again. She's laid in her bed in the morning staring at whoever is sleeping next to her thinking about it. She's thought about it while eating cereal over her kitchen sink. She's thought about it while staring down many of the unused rooms in the manor.
Stephanie is being repetitive, clearly, but it's very important to know that she has considered every last angle of this both conceptually and realistically. Pregnancy is not a joke. It's not a kink — though part of the current setting is definitely down to her breeding kink. It's a serious physical and emotional thing that she's already been through once at fifteen, but she's twenty-six now and has the support and the mental bandwidth to deal with a child. She also has five men willing to donate to the cause rather than having to go to a sperm bank and hope for the best based on a bunch of strangers' files.
They've done all the paperwork; with Bruce there's always paperwork. Consent forms, contracts that will never actually see the light of day, written plans for checking whose DNA actually helped make the baby so they know who to put on the birth certificate, and planned false testimony of how the babymaking happened if that birth certificate ever gets scraped by some wannabe journalist. Stephanie has signed more legal documents in the last week than she's ever signed in her life, to the point where her signature looks more like a meaningless squiggle than something she identifies with.
The medical chair that Bruce has set her up in is a fancy one, kitted out to the nines. Stirrups, straps, hydraulics; she wouldn't be surprised if the thing was self cleaning too. She's leaned back at just the right angle to not send blood rushing to her head but also make sure her hips are tilted for maximum fertility.
Her cervix has been numbed up and softened to get her pesky IUD out of the way — Bruce had insisted on removing it himself when she moaned about her OB not having any open appointments for six months — and she's trying to hold back a laugh at the man's very serious face as he carefully positions the speculum.
The removal of her IUD isn't as strenuous as its insertion was, but maybe that's due to Bruce's gentle hands and the way Tim's dark gaze is focused on where it's being pulled out of her. The little freaks will probably clean it up and keep it somewhere like a souvenir. At least Damian, Dick, and Jason are off being normal while they prepare for a night of kinky breeding sex.
Unless things have changed since she last heard, Jason is up in the kitchen making sure they have enough water to drown a man with. Dick and Damian are checking in with Cass, Duke, and Babs because they're insane about the patrol routes, and also about not being interrupted even though everyone knows what they're planning to do tonight. She's not sure where Alfred is, but chances are he's taking a well-deserved night off.
It's relaxing in a way, even with the small cramps in her lower stomach as the IUD is pulled completely free and settled in the small metal tray on the rolling table next to them. Tim immediately pushes the table away from the area out of arms reach once Bruce has removed the speculum and his gloves. It's all been perfectly planned down to the most minute detail and she is — as requested — completely in the blind.
Bruce's warm fingers pet over her still twitching lower stomach and his eyes come up to meet hers as he nods towards the straps still keeping her locked to the stirrups. "You still want these?"
"No. Why? You want me to act like I don't want this again?" Steph teases, giving a playful jerk of her legs that does little in the way of actual moving. "Remind you of the first night you tried to breed me up?"
Bruce's ears are a little red and his lips tick up just a smidge. "I think for now we keep the roleplay out of it. This is already pretty heavy, Stephanie."
Stephanie lets a dramatic pout overtake her face but it doesn't last for long when Bruce gets up off his stupid wheely stool to kick it out of the way and lean up to kiss her. It's a nice kiss, the kind that everyone usually exchanges in their softer moments, the kind that Cass favors. It makes everything extra disarming when she hears the jingle of his belt and feels the weight of his cock settle on her stomach.
She's not privy to all the plans, because that's no fun, but she'd turned down the idea of any excessive foreplay or any of them trying overtly to get her off. It had been mostly due to not wanting to get too overstimulated and tap out before she'd gotten her fill. Still, it seems fast, and she can feel her cunt flutter with anticipation before Bruce's fingers find it. Between the lubricant from before, the numbing agent, and the speculum, it takes little more than a bit of prodding with his fingers before the man deems her open enough and withdraws them to spread the wetness along his length as he pulls away from the kiss.
Bruce is big, and while Stephanie is well aware of how strong and flexible the vagina is she thinks that Bruce going first is definitely an interesting way to start the night. Bruce is big, and he has never actually been able to bottom out in her pussy, though not for lack of trying. She means to tease him, to ask if he's already derailing the plan because taking her IUD out was just so hot for him. She doesn't get that far. There's this pressure inside of her as he pushes in, grabbing her hips and tilting them even further to nudge within her deeper than he ever has before. The pressure is strange — not painful considering the numbing — and it seems to grow and swell until suddenly something just gives.
Bruce groans, hips twitching forward as if he has anywhere else to go and Stephanie watches with delight as the flat pane of her stretchmark decorated stomach bulges. A small bubble of a laugh escapes her, breathy and disbelieving. "Are you-? Is that-?"
Bruce pulls back slowly, the pressure receding but also feeling a little bit like a rubber band snapping back into place inside of her. A fissure of pleasure skitters up her spine and wraps around her brain, yanking every bit of rational thought right out of her head. "Bruce! Bruce do it again, holy shit, Bats that's- whoa!"
The man doesn't argue, he just rubs his thumbs across her hip bones and does as requested. Without the numbing medication this would probably be next to impossible and Stephanie had thankfully already planned not to walk at all tomorrow. When Tim steps back into the room the pressure has just given way inside of her, and that tiny little bump implying that the head of Bruce's cock is in her womb is back. His eyes land on that miniscule difference in her lower stomach and he audibly moans, picking up speed as he moves over to her side.
Tim's hand finds the small bump and presses down on it, his eyes dark and intent. The touch makes both Bruce and Stephanie gasp and moan into the air, as well as sharply reminding her that she still has use of her hands at the very least. One of her hands finds Tim's hair and he yanks him down to kiss her while the other lowers to grab Bruce around the wrist and squeeze encouragingly.
What follows is perhaps the slowest fucking Stephanie has ever received and the loudest makeout she's ever taken part in; both she and Tim moan and mewl against each other's mouths while Bruce fucks into her womb. The Cave is already practically a liminal space, untouched by time when she's not being womb-fucked into a shaky mess, but Steph truly loses all sense of time passing until Bruce's breathing gets completely ungainly and his thrusts no longer push past the ring of her cervix but instead bump against it as he pulls out faster and faster in pursuit of his orgasm.
"He's gonna cum in me," Steph pants against Tim's lips, the excitement filling her voice as the reality of all of this finally catches up with her. "Fuck, Tim, you think he'll put it right in my womb? Think the very first load will take?"
Tim's eyes, usually the lightest of everyone's, are pure black when he looks at her. His hand presses down a little harder on her lower stomach adding to the sensation of Bruce's thrusts. "If not, we can always try again. Get the five of us together just to tie you down and fill you up."
His words have her clenching down around Bruce as the head of his cock breaches her cervix one last time. She's all numbed up but she's sure that she feels the heat of his cum spilling into her, and it makes everything feel all the more real. If she were to panic this would be the time, but not a single ounce of regret sparks in her brain. Instead she feels greedy. She wants more, and that urges her to squeeze Bruce's arm again, to yank impatiently at Tim's hair, to preen when she hears Jason's voice cut through the ambient noise of the Cave.
"See? They started without us just like I said they would. Impatient bastards."
Bruce hums. "If you're so incensed, get over here and take my place. We wouldn't want it dripping out of her."
Jason seems more than willing to hand off his armful of electrolyte drinks to a smirking Damian. "Don't mind if I do."
The exchange is quick and it pulls another giggle from Stephanie. Yes, this is hot, don't get her wrong — most of the sex they all have is hot, because at its core they're a bunch of hot people who are notoriously pretty damn good at sex — but without the roleplay or the pretense it's also just nice. Stephanie wants a baby, and she wants to feed her insane breeding kink, and they're all doing this because they want to help her have a baby and breeding her up is just as hot for them as it is for her.
Jason is nearly as big as Bruce, meaning that if he holds her hips just right and thrusts just hard enough he can breach her cervix, but he can't push the whole head of his cock right up into her womb like Bruce can. She can still feel the pressure of it and the very slight bulging pressing her skin against Tim's palm, but Jason clearly isn't as focused on getting as deep in her guts as Bruce was. No, Jason is definitely focusing on the goal.
"You're going to look so damn good running around this place barefoot and pregnant, Buttercup." He swallows heavily, watching his cock where it slides in and out of her rather than the goings-on around them as Damian sets aside the waters and Dick shares a kiss and a cheeky little good job with Bruce. "Me and Alfie have already been looking into all the fucked up cravings you might have, you know. He's just about as excited to have a baby in the house as we are to put one in you."
"Then stop," Steph has to pause and take a breath because she hadn't realized how little oxygen she was running on, "beating around the bush and do it already!"
She doesn't have to tell Jason twice, but she never really does. He's so damn compliant, so good and submissive for them. She'll reward him later, get Cass to peg him just right while she rides his cock until he's crying from overstimulation. He tips over the edge and immediately reaches out to grab Damian's arm from where the youngest boy is lingering nearby.
Damian doesn't even have to do the work of pulling his own pants down with how pushy Jason is, tilting his hips just right so that their tips slide against each other as Jason withdraws and Damian pushes in. She has a little less experience with Damian than she does with the others, so the way he gropes her thighs and fucks forward is less familiar. It isn't for lack of want or anything, but Damian just naturally ends up in Jason and Dick's beds more.
One thing she does know about Damian is that he's extremely baitable.
"There's a one in five chance the baby will come out with green eyes you know," she says smugly, tilting her head to give Tim more room to suck marks onto her neck. "Then again, you're young. Virile. Maybe you'll get lucky, or maybe you'll take the initiativewhile I'm toiling away in this big old house hoping for a baby."
Green eyes flit up to her face, heat and realization sparking behind them. "Is that what you want, Brown? Do you wish for us to bend you over every surface in every room and make absolutely sure it takes?"
Damian's eyes drop down to her cunt and his hands slide up her thighs. Thumbing her folds open, he gives an extra hard — extra wet sounding — thrust into her and clicks his tongue. "I wouldn't be opposed, of course. Medical degrees are incredibly stressful, and having a fertile cunt waiting for me at home sounds like the perfect study aid."
She realizes that the numbing is starting to wear off when Damian rolls his thumb over her clit because she reflexively clenches down on him and can feel him twitch within her. The pleasure-pain of it all is sending waves of head through her nervous system, curling with the gentle pleasure from Tim's mouth wrapping around one of her nipples as his free hand cradles her other breast. It's good, a little too good honestly, because it seems like every one of Damian's thrusts is getting louder as she produces more and more slick.
"You really do like that," the teen hums, rubbing his thumb hard across her clit in a way he usually doesn't, almost punishing. "If you like the idea of being our breeding bitch so much then surely you won't mind keeping in practice over the course of the pregnancy."
Stephanie keens. "Fuck, Damian."
Damian makes a curious noise. "Indeed. Don't worry, Brown. There's enough of us to keep you nice and full for the next year. Bred up like a bitch."
Steph's first orgasm hits her like a truck, so hard that she practically misses Damian finishing up and switching out for Dick. Dick is a little gentler than the others, practically bouncing with excitement as he pets over her thighs, hips, and stomach. The pace he sets is quick and thorough, clearly chasing down his orgasm with a purpose as they've planned to each fill her twice at the very least tonight. When her vision gets back straight, she spies an almost nostalgic look on his face.
"I hope it's a girl," Dick comments apropos of nothing. "We need more girls in the family and it will be nice to be able to buy more of the pretty things I see in window displays."
It's horribly endearing and Stephanie can't help winking at him. "We can always try again if it isn't."
Several people's breath catches around the room and Dick's face goes from lightly flushed to beet red, his hips stuttering and his nails digging into her thighs as he tips over his orgasm with a choked out call of her name. The whole thing leaves her giddy and she shoves lightly at Tim, pulling him from her chest to remind him of what they're really here for.
Dick at the very least stops next to her to give her a kiss and crack open one of the electrolyte drinks. He helps her take a few sips before Tim really gets started but Tim can only be so patient and he has such a thing for sloppy seconds. His hips are already pumping when he leans forward to take her other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it between mumbles.
"We get to drink from these for weeks before you have the baby, you know," he breathes, glassy eyed as he gropes her chest. He'd done so the first time, when she was young and in so much chest pain from the pre-birth milk production. Stephanie is pretty sure that was the start of a kink for the both of them, but neither of them had spoken about it until very recently, still unknowingly walking on eggshells around each other in regards to back then.
She runs her fingers through his hair, encouraging the abuse as his hips work doubletime. "Yeah?"
"Mmhmm," he hums around her nipple, tonguing it even as he pulls away to speak again. "I also read that some women have been known to be pregnant by multiple people at once. I ran the numbers. With all five of us breeding you up like you asked there's nearly a twelve percent chance."
Stephanie shivers at the idea, arousal curling tight in her belly. "Yeah?"
"Twins," Tim breathes, "maybe even triplets. If that's the case we wouldn't even have to hold you down to use you whenever we want I bet. One baby is heavy enough but two? Three? You'd practically be bed-bound for months, just a vessel for our kids and our cum."
Steph really didn't think her breeding kink was that intense but she's practically dancing on the edge of a second orgasm from his words alone.
"Jesus, Tim," someone else breathes, she thinks maybe Jason.
Tim pushes up into a biting kiss, emptying himself within her with a self satisfied groan against her mouth. He looks half-feral when he pulls away from the kiss, hands stroking over her belly. "Are you ready for Bruce's round two? He's gonna fuck all of our cum right into your womb. Make a real Mama out of you."
God damn. Don't save Stephanie, she's exactly where she wants to be.