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I imagine myself so overdue it hurts, madly in love with the size of my body, crammed into a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination so I can go out on your arm. We’re attending a party for your work, something important, something I wouldn’t miss for the world. Even if I’ve been having contractions all day, my belly’s dropped, and there’s mounting pressure in my pelvis.

I’ve got a good poker face, but you know I’m in labor from the moment you open my car door. My contractions are visible through the fabric of my dress, and it becomes immediately obvious how stiff I get every few minutes. You won’t correct me, though; I’m being such a good girl for you.

The longer the night goes on, the deeper into my labor I sink. Contractions ramp up in speed and intensity, my grip on your arm gets stronger and stronger, and every now and then, you get to hear a groan slip from my lips. You know I don’t have long now, that my cervix is probably nearly dilated, that my waters are holding on for dear life. The pad you saw me sneak into the bathroom is probably soaked through, especially with how there’s a small trail of liquid following me around as the night goes on. Still, you do nothing. I’m being so good for you, and this has always been a fantasy of mine, so why ruin both of our fun?

It isn’t until the party ends and we head home that it becomes abundantly clear how far gone I am. My waddle is pronounced, my legs so far apart that the only possible explanation is that I have a baby in my birth canal. I blame it on my back, and you pretend to agree, but neither of us is hiding our true feelings well anymore. On the drive home, I try to keep up with conversation, but I keep letting more and more whimpers out until finally, I stiffen up and let out a loud groan. My waters flood your expensive car seat, soaking into the leather and drenching the floor mat. You couldn’t care less. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done for you, and I know it.

Carter just shook his head and laughed. It was impossible to say no to her, after years of happiness and bearing the most beautiful children in the world, he wasn’t one to turn down her desires. They should go straight to the hospital, but why not spoil her a bit? 

“If we get you a BigMac does that mean no charcuterie board after the baby is here?” He asked. The look she gave him was enough to make him laugh even harder. As if to say ‘Why not both?’ “Ok ok, I know better than to keep you away.” He turned their off the interstate. As he’d done with every pregnancy, he drove one handed, the other hand possessively rubbing her swollen midriff. Stacey was one of those women who always looked good, especially while pregnant, and Carter wanted her to know.

The Golden Arches grew closer, and he turned into the large parking lot, weaving around the cars to find the drive thru lane.

“So is this Big Mac going to have an absurd number of pickles in it? Or are we going for mustard today?” He asked her, finally finding the line. It was long, but usually this location moved pretty fast.

“Mmm… pickles still sound good to me, even in labour. Oooohhh—” Stacey’s hum for the pickles seamlessly turned into a muted groan as the next contraction rolled in just as they entered the drive-thru line. 

Pressing her hands into the seat underneath, lifting her hips up a fraction, she pressed her head back against the headrest and breathed long and slow breaths. Though the contractions had stalled at 6 minute intervals, they were still strong enough to knock the wind out of her and stop her from talking. A soft moan joined every exhale while her knees naturally moved in and out, in and out, trying to find some comfort through the steady pressure sitting in the bowl of her pelvis. 

Stacey smiled when it was over, relaxing back into the seat, and her head rolled on the headrest to face her adoring husband. 

“Big Mac… extra pickles, large fries… oh and don’t forget the nuggets as well.” The idea of food was the perfect distraction for her mind, her mouth salivating at the thought of the grease and sauce of the burger. Her husband laughed at her order, the same order she got during every pregnancy. 

“Alright then honey.” He said. Her contraction hadn’t put him off at all, there was no panic, no concern. At this point they both knew her body so well that there wasn’t any doubt the baby would be here within the next few hours. Plenty of time. 

The line moved at a glacial pace, Carter and Stacy just chatting away between contractions about anything and everything. From the outside they looked simply like a normal couple, out to get fast food on their way somewhere. His hand had shifted from her belly to her thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze that was actually the reason for this pregnancy. They’d tracked the conception to a particular session in their minivan after realizing they had some time to spare before picking up the kids from Stacey’s parents house.

“Wonder if the ice cream machine is broken or something.” Carter wondered aloud. “This line never moves this slow.” They still had six cars between them and where they ordered. Behind them the line stretched all the way to the street. 

“Maybe… the machine in there is always so temperamental.” Stacey said distractedly, leaning forwards to adjust the angle of the A/C so it hit her neck and chest that was gathering sweat with each contraction.

“Fair point.” He conceded.

As the next contraction struck, her legs widened in the seat and her head went back against the headrest, humming low, long sounds towards the ceiling. Her hands shot sideways, one grabbing the handle of the door while the other found his forearm and squeezed tight. 

“Mmmmmghh— oh fuck—” she huffed a complaint mid-way through the wave. The contraction was sharp and focused, forcing her to pant a little through its intensity. 

Carter glanced at the watch on his left wrist, finding that the contractions still haven’t breached the six minute mark. How long would this go on? He wasn’t upset about it per se, but he and Stacey both had been so eager to meet their new baby that for the labor to stagnate like this was almost frustrating.

“Damn.” He grumbled. “They’re still pretty far apart, honey. That one was almost six and a half minutes between.” After so many kids, Carter was used to her vice grip, and could tell by the tightness that it wasn’t quite to the level she would be when actively evicting their baby. With the van in park he brought his hand over to rub her belly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You know the routine, just breathe, in, and out. Nose to mouth like always.” Carter didn’t need to explain, Stacey’s knowledge trumped his when it came to these things and he knew it. But it never hurt to distract and redirect.

Stacey returned the kiss, even while panting through the contraction, the pair syncing into a familiar comforting rhythm. Carter’s hand made large swirling circles around her belly, both possessive and affectionate in its movement. When it was over she relaxed back into her seat, slumping a little to the side to rest her head on his shoulder. 

“Maybe it’s cos I’m a week overdue…? They seem to be taking their sweet time to come out.” 

Stacey was wearing her maternity leggings that she had rolled down and the waistband disappeared beneath the swell of her full womb. Her shirt was bunched under her engorged breasts, belly on full gravid display. Even though the contraction had passed, her skin was still taut and firm and stretched to capacity. Carter’s hands were a comfort but also provided an enjoyable and pleasurable distraction. 

Carter moved the van forward, keeping one hand on her belly, rolling them a car’s length closer to the ordering booth. 

“They take after their mother.” He said, eyes remaining on the line as his fingers expertly explored her belly. It was not a secret that he loved her body. Whether she was pregnant or not, Carter took care whenever they were intimate to explore everything. After the first baby, he’d doted on Stacey during the weeks following birth, helping with massages as well as any after care she requested. That probably was the reason they had Irish twins with their first two babies. 

Carter found her navel, its little popped out perfectly round blemish on her belly was his favorite this pregnancy. He glided over it with his thumb before migrating south, finding her tight underbelly and the subtle lines of stretch marks. Carter chuckled, the thoughts in his mind less than clean as he wondered how long till she was carrying baby five. He glanced at his wife, and the look she gave told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Hmmm…. I know that look.” Stacey mused, shifting in her seat a little to sit straighter, to put more of her own body weight against the cushion of the chair, providing needed counter pressure against her crotch. “I swear you get more and more insatiable with every pregnancy. If I ever had twins I think you’d explode.” 

The car filled with Stacey’s husky giggle, the look in Carter’s eyes said more than words ever could. Then Stacey went quiet, eyes closing and hips sliding to the edge of the seat, her breath coming in short sharp pants. 

“Ohhh—ohhhhhh—” she moaned, low, barely a rumble with the noise of the engine running. But her change in position was clear, her hands hooking under her knees and pulling them apart instinctively. The pressure was astronomical, wrapping around her entire core and squeezing tight. Wider, she had to get wider. 

Carter looked at her, really taking the time to give her a thorough examination. He knew his wife, some days he knew her better than she knew herself. They’d joked that he could smell when she was about to ovulate, but it was true, he couldn’t explain it but she was different around that time. Obviously that wasn’t happening currently, in fact it was quite the opposite. Beneath his hand her stomach tightened, and the way she shifted put him in mind of their second born. A realization came, and he sighed.

“Baby, I don’t think you’re gonna have much time to eat that Big Mac.” He said, shifting his hand from her belly to her thigh. With her legs slightly lifted, he ran the length with his hand, all the way from her knees to where her belly prevented access to their child’s exit. “You’re doing that leg thing you did with Mackenzie.”

“Ugh— what t-thing—?” Stacey grunted, then looked down and saw how far she’d pulled her knees apart and her trembling thighs. An unconscious action to make more space. Letting go of her knees before the contraction had fully ebbed away, she grimaced and pulled her legs together, well as much as she was able. 

“M-no, I’m f-fine. Hoooo—” her words laced over her breathy exhales. 

The baby was low. That fact was undeniable. But the contractions had stalled at 6 minutes apart for the last two hours, so there was no way that she actually needed to push. It was probably just the angle she was sitting, making it feel more urgent than it really was. 

Looking up at the line of cars in front, two more before they could even order, Stacey swore under her breath. “I just want a Big Mac for fucks sake…”

“Next time we should just order on the phone. They bring food out to cars now.” Stacey was starting to sweat, her bare skin glistening. Carter removed his hand just long enough to turn the AC on to what he called its ‘arctic’ setting. She overheated too easily this late in pregnancy, so he hoped maybe the cold air would ease her into relaxing. 

Another contraction came before the car in front moved to the order window. Carter took his wife’s hand, letting her have something to squeeze. It looked like she’d shifted her weight, her hips more towards the center of the seat rather than at the base of the back rest. Her belly hung too low for him to see between her legs, not that there was anything to see anyways. The damned contractions were taking a long time to speed up, but with the line that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Might be appropriate to name this kid ‘Patience’.” He said, absently reaching into the back seat for Stacey’s large water bottle he always ensured was full. He sat it between them, the quiet clinking of ice against metal inside the only sound besides Stacey’s irregular breathing. “Get a drink baby.” 

“Hmmm…. Well they’re certainly testing mine.” Stacey said with a joking sternness of a pissed-off mother. She kept one hand on her taut belly as she grabbed the giant water bottle, taking a big gulp through the metal straw. 

The weight in her pelvis was making itself known more with every passing contraction. Stacey found herself circling her hips, grinding against the cushioned passenger seat of their car. It felt heavy, round and huge, and very familiar. Even without a contraction the pressure brought a whimper from her lips. 

“Mmgh— oh— baby’s definitely lower now babe….” Her words caught on the heaviness of her breathing, the end of her sentence punctuated with a husky exhale. 

“Ok, ok we are almost there.” Carter squeezed her hand. What should have been a quick ten minute trip to get her a burger before heading to the hospital was now bordering on thirty, and they hadn’t even been able to order yet. “Do you want me to grab the blanket? We can roll it up and put it behind your back.” 

Stacey shook her head, pushing her hands down into the seat, lifting her hips a fraction and moving them in wide circles. God— the pressure was only getting worse, nothing seemed to help. 

“Mm—no, no blanket… don’t want anything touching my skin right now…” she mumbled, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the movement of her hips, not fully recognising what or why she was doing it, her body unconsciously helping to bring the head down a fraction more. 

“I’d rather not be wearing anything at all… but the poor McDonald’s staff would get a f-fright when you wind down the w-w-windows…” Stacey laughed through a drawn out exhale, her breathing becoming deeper and more concentrated. 

“Being naked in this van is how we got into this situation in the first place honey.” Carter said, fondly recalling that night. “And besides, tinted windows are a wonder. I’ll help you strip as soon as we have the order. At least get your shirt off so you can cool down.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead anticipating pulling forward. Carter muttered under his breath as they finally pulled forward. The minivan moved, his window rolling down as it did.

“Welcome to McDonalds what can I get for you today?” The employee asked, the sound loud and shrill through the speakers.

“Hey, can I get a Big Mac meal? Triple the pickles and add a sweet tea.”

While Carter started ordering through the intercom Stacey took his advice and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and throwing it over her shoulder into the backseat. It felt like her skin was on fire, every pore too hot, too sensitive. In just her comfy, well worn, maternity bra and leggings, she closed her eyes and rocked forward and back on the seat. Her focus moved inward, tuning out the conversation happening out the driver's side window.  

“I’m sorry sir but we are out of tea.”

Carter sighed. “Of course you are.” The loudness making his ears ring. “What about a milkshake then? Strawberry.”

“Our ice cream machine is broken…”

As if waiting for him, Carter spotted a customer walking out of the McDonalds with an ice cream cone.

“There’s literally someone in the parking lot with an ice cream!”

“Don’t know what to tell you, you can't get ice cream.”

“Jesus fuckin… then a Diet Coke.”

Another contraction. Another spike of that tight unyielding pressure thundering down between her hips. She gasped for air. It was too strong, too forceful, never ending. Stacey’s legs parted and she bent forward, bracing against the dashboard, her full and firm womb hanging low between her spread thighs. She’d been so focused on her food, on those glorious damn pickles, and yet there was no denying this contraction meant business. Before her brain had time to recognise what she was feeling, her muscles were clamping down and squeezing around the large mass in her pelvis. Unconsciously and automatically pushing. 

“Ok I have a Big Mac meal, no pickles, and a Diet Coke to drink. Is that all?”

“No, I said extra pickles.” Carter's frustration was palpable. “Miss, it isn’t that hard. Big Mac, extra pickles.”

“You can lose the attitude, mister.” 

“Just tell me what I owe.” Carter fumed. He was so done with the bullshit. 

“$17.85 at the second window.”

“Whatever.” He muttered, turning his attention back to the line in front of him.

Stacey’s hand suddenly gripped the door handle, the other pressing into the seat to angle her hips up. Gasping a deep ragged breath, her body bore down uncontrollably once more. 

Carter started to pull forward, turning to his wife to go off about the terrible customer service when he saw Stacey’s face. The movements and breathing were so familiar to all the other births, and that didn’t bode well.

“Stace? Baby are you pushing?” He asked, his tone slowly shifting into panic. Her womb visibly shrunk, the outline of her uterus clear as day as the most intense contraction he’d seen yet came over her. “Nonono, Stacey are you pushing?!”

The grunt of effort echoed around the car, her knees wide and shaking. “Nnnnghh!!! Can’t— can’t help it— oh fuck—”

Stacey released the push, slumping back into her seat and pulling in lungfuls of air after her sudden bout of pushing. 

“I… I couldn’t stop it…. Oh Carter…. I think this baby has finally decided it’s time…” 

“What?!” Carter was clearly in a full on panic now. He laid on the horn to the minivan, its effect useless against the congested line of cars waiting for food. All it did was create more frustration among the other patrons. Car horns echoed, though not for the same reason as him. “Stacey I forbid you to give birth in the McDonalds drive-thru!” He twisted the steering wheel, as if he wasn’t boxed in by a building on one side and a cement wall on the other. 

“You think I want to be doing this here?!?!” Stacey snapped back, both hands splayed across her belly as she glared at her husband. “Hooooo— I don’t want to g-give birth in a drive-thru either—”

Shouting could be heard beyond the car doors, patrons getting angry and irate over the queue they were all stuck in. Drivers hanging out windows and swearing at each other. Stacey meanwhile was panting, rocking forward and back instinctively, her maternity bra already failing to contain the milk leaking from her nipples. 

“Mmmmgh… no… not another one…. Oh ohhhh I need to push a-again…” 

“Shit, shit shit no you don’t. Stacey y-you don't need to push!” Carter looked over at her, eyes wide. Her legs were as spread as they could be, her knees pressing against the center console and the door. “We just have to get out of here, hospitals only ten minutes away.” Carter put a hand on her belly, feeling what could only be described as a flesh boulder from how hard it was. He could smell her amniotic fluid, the steady leak that came after her water had broken at home seeming to grow in its speed of expulsion. 

Carter stuck his head out the window, five cars before they got to the window where they pay, and another three to the pickup. Behind them the cars were stacked all the way to the street and beyond. They were trapped. 

The urge to bear down was all consuming, her body acting on its own familial instinct. With Carter’s hand on her bare belly, her own hand rose up and gripped around his bicep, pulling down and squeezing tight as her inner walls automatically pushed. Carter got yanked closer to her labouring body, awkwardly leaning over the centre console as she held onto him for dear life. Stacey tried to pant through the urges, resisting as much as possible, but the low rumbling grunts in his ear gave away each time her resolve broke. 

“Uhhhh— I think I can feel the head—” she gasped, the contraction reaching its peak and rattling a strained moan from deep in her chest. 

Two pushes… it had only taken two pushes and their overdue baby was already past her cervix and now stretching the birth canal wide. Every nerve ending in her body felt like pins and needles, the heavy impending weight of their child getting closer and closer towards her lower lips. 

Stacey was not a weak woman, during the birth of their first child she’d broken two of Carter's fingers thanks to a failed epidural injection. The grip on his arm was tight, and gave him a direct reference to just how intense the contractions were. He was already frantic, unable to get them where they needed to be, but now it was even worse since the head was descending.

“Dammit.” The curse sourced from deep inside. “Stacey…” Already being forced to lean, he brought his other hand around to her. Her overhanging belly made it difficult to see, but there was a creeping dark spot between her legs. How close was she? He reached, afraid of what he’d find. Her leggings may have been soiled, but there was no baby. “Try holding your breath or something. We're so close!” A bald faced lie, it was going to be at least thirty minutes before they got out of there and he knew it. But he had to try. 

She couldn’t help but scoff at the ridiculous suggestion, as if that would even remotely work. “C-Carter- if I hold my breath- I’ll end up pushing this baby out in seconds— hooooo— oh god there’s so much pressure—” 

Stacey clenched her hands into tight fits, rapidly breathing as another wave of tightness rippled across her full belly. “How the fuck did this progress so fast?… ohhhhh— I blame you— four kids! Four kids!!” 

It seemed that with each new addition to their family, the delivery of their child would take less and less time. The labours were still unpredictable, but when it came to transition and beyond, Stacey’s body knew all too well what was required. Their first she had been pushing for over three hours, but their third was born within 45 minutes of that first push. It was rapidly seeming like their fourth child wanted to beat that record. 

A space appeared in front of the minivan, the cars moving up one space. Carter put the car in gear and inched along the tarmac and pulled to another stop, his eyes barely leaving her. Stacey groaned, long and low, feeling her body bearing down even when she was actively trying to hold back. 

He was forced to adjust in his seat. Carter ignored how his wife’s moans made him feel. Today was not the day for them to get intimate during a birth. They’d done that with their second, enjoying a home birth with just the two of them while her mother watched their eldest. He loved his wife, loved her body no matter the shape, and she knew just how to work him up just as he did for her.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Uhh…” Carter looked in the back seat, the hospital bag sat next to the car seat and a spare duffel. He reached in, taking one of the towels out. Carter was thinking they may be able to block the baby coming, delay the inevitable by just a bit. “Breathe through them so you don’t push, like opposite Lamaze.” It sounded more idiotic out loud than it did in his head. “We should have gone for overalls…” 

It was like trying to breathe underwater, or to swim through quicksand - not pushing was impossible. “Ughhhhh— those overalls— stopped fitting me at 7 months—” Stacey grunted out, unable to stop the way her muscles clenched downwards around the baby in her pelvis. She owned a pair of grey overalls covered with a bright pattern of sunflowers. Carter always said she was glowing and blossoming whenever she wore it, but her large round baby bump managed to outgrow her husband’s favourite garment this time around. Even though it was maternity wear. 

Stacey hissed through her teeth, pushing once more and her left knee twitched up in the air unconsciously trying to make space between her hips. She only noticed when Carter’s hand squeezed her leg and moved it back down, sending a jolt of pressure back up into her pelvis. 

“No…. No… I need to…. Oh I wanna push….” The whine of desperation laced her words. His hands travelled up her thighs, guiding them closer together and she whimpered. 

“D-distract m-me— please—” she whispered breathlessly. 

That whine, oh God her voice was angelic even in desperation. Carter tried to think, there wasn’t anything here to use. Usually he’d hand her one of their other kids. They loved when their mommy told them about the new sibling that was coming. Without any options, he did the last thing he could think of. He shifted the car into park, the tinted windows up and preventing any wayward eyes from spotting what was happening. He moved his hand, pressing it between her shaking thighs as he leaned in close, whispering in her ear.

“I don’t have anything else I can do.” He said, his voice soft like a lovers. Carters lips met her cheek, silently praying that this would either distract her enough to stop pushing, or just give her a moments reprieve. “But maybe a little reenactment?” He whispered. “Of what led to this…” His fingers explored between her thighs while his other hand remained on her womb.

A soft shuddering moan left Stacey’s mouth, her hips bucking up to greet his palm. “Oh darling…. the baby’s right there…. so close…. I feel…. Ohhhh I feel so full…!” 

The brush of his lips against her cheek, the stubble deliciously scratching her over sensitive skin. Something new was coiling inside of her, mixing with the pressure of their fourth baby nudging down towards her entrance. “I-I’m bulging, aren’t I?…” she whispered. Turning her head, her loose hair stuck to the sweat on her neck and face, turning to face her husband whose nose was almost touching her own. Her chest hitched, chin tilting up, and Stacey kissed him deeply. Focusing her mind on the feel of his body against hers. 

“Not yet.” He breathed into her lips, his ring and middle fingers pressing a little harder into the fabric covering her womanhood. “But you will soon.” He felt his basketball shorts give under the pressure as his new method of distraction took effect on him. With a deftness to contradict the panicking man he was moments ago, he unbuckled his seatbelt, planting his knee on his seat as he half climbed to get better access. Memories of their session making love in the car flashed through his mind.

“I love that you keep giving us children.” His breathing hitched, and the temptation to lean her seat back grew exponentially.

“Oooohh—yes…. You k-keep making me… so big and round… fuck… so full of your children—” Stacey gasped, the urge to push returning and she started to pant heavily. 

Though Carter’s actions were very successful in their distraction technique, it didn’t put a stop to the natural urges of her body. Stacey’s legs parted again, her crotch grinding against his firm palm as she grunted another push. There was less effort behind the push than before, the pleasure occupying at least part of her bodily functions. 

The growl of desire that croaked from her husband matched the increase in pressure she was feeling inside of her vaginal walls, knowing there was now external signs of their impending child. 

“Oh the things I’d do to you.” He purred, his voice strained from the desire he couldn’t release. “If you weren’t in labor.” His fingers and palm met a force, and he grinned. They are stuck, there’s no hope of the hospital, no chance for help. This birth was just them and he would make it work. “There’s something down there, Stace.” He said, his hips making a subtle gesture as if he really was trying to give her another child. “Are you pushing again?” The world was forgotten around them, Carter not even realizing that the car in front had moved. 

The hand on her belly moved, coming up to cup her breast. The maternity bra may be absorbent, but even it had its limits. He squeezed, letting out a satisfied groan as her milk ran over his hand through the soaked fabric. He wanted her, more than anything. What started as him trying to help her was quickly shifting to a mutual need to get off. Carter lifted his leg, placing a foot between hers. His other knee remained on his seat, yet now he looked like he was ready to mount her. Carter didn’t though, instead continuing to rub his hand harder into her crotch, all the while feeling his own tighten beneath the elastic of his shorts. 

Licking her dry lips Stacey nodded, further confirmation of her pushing was echoed by the low rumbling sound she made. 

“…ooff… the urge to pppush…. is so s-strong…” she grunted, spreading her legs so wide in the passenger seat her knees hit the door. She gripped the door handle with one hand, her other reaching out to brace against his thigh above the knee that was pressed into his seat. Her eyes spotted the familiar tenting of his basketball shorts but she was too busy holding back her pushes to show her mischievous grin. 

“Mmmmgh… so heavy… so b-big… can you feel anything— what can you feel babe—?” 

She was practically squirming in their minivan, bare gravid belly on full display, tits leaking, while the pressure between her legs made her eyes roll and her head jolt back against the headrest. 

“I can feel you stretching Stacey.” His voice was velvet smooth. “Our baby is coming faster now that you’re… excited.” The last word was a gasp, his arousal reaching its peak as he watched his wife press back into the seat. The opening was taken, and he leaned in, his hot breath on her neck as he planted kiss after kiss. Fingers continued their work, while the hand on her breast unlatched the flap to free it. Between his index finger and thumb, he teased her nipple, knowing from the past that stimulation alone would help.

“I think.” He said, the kissing now up to her jawline. Stacey’s sweat was intoxicating to her husband, each time his lips planted against her skin he felt like he needed to do it a dozen more times to be satisfied fully. “We need to go for number five.” He finished, an audible groan deep in his chest. Her opening put pressure against his hand again, and he grinned, their baby was trying to come again.

Stacey shuddered beneath him, spread wide and open on the passenger seat of their car, stuck in the drive-thru queue. The way Carter rolled her engorged nipples between his fingers had her trembling, her arousal skyrocketing to the same levels as the desire to birth. The baby was so low… heavy, overdue and oh so close. Beneath her leggings she could feel her body pulsing, the steady slow parting happening inside her underwear. She couldn’t move, helpless under her husband with his hand firm against her crotch and peppering her body with desperate kisses. She panted heavily, riding out the waves of the contractions and embracing the pleasure building inside her body. 

“Ohhhh C-C-Carter— I wanna p-push—” she moaned. Stacey squeezed her thighs slightly around his hand, the act of closing her hips just a fraction increasing the strength of those ancient urges. Gasping, she almost revelled in the need to push without indulging. 

Carter hummed, her thighs tightening around his grip an all too familiar scenario. His rubbing became more intentional, taking on a pattern as he traced her bulging opening. He couldn’t stop himself from removing a hand from her breast to adjust his shorts, the pressure of the tenting fabric intense to the point of discomfort. Just as quickly, that same hand came to her neck, his palm gently pulling her off the headrest so he could bury his face in her collar more easily. 

“Push for me.” He said, his voice barely a whisper. “But… not too much.” As he spoke, his fingers slowed to make an agonizingly long stroke across her crotch, his own pleasure at teasing her making him moan into her skin. “Only a little push, enough to feel you opening up…”

Stacey nearly climaxed at his words alone. 

Gasping for breath her hands found his shoulders, hooking over her long nails as her belly squeezed with such force it shrunk in towards her spine. Carter’s stubble scratched her neck, sending shivers up her spine, his palm firm against her swollen womanhood while his fingers teased through the damp fabric. Baring her teeth, she finally submitted to the urge, intentionally pushing down down down. 

A strained groan rose up from her chest, quiet but full of effort. The baby moved, her body easily falling into the rhythm of childbirth. It had only taken two involuntary pushes for the babe to breach her cervix, but now, with its firm roundness pressing from the inside against her labia, she began to feel the true impact of being heavily overdue. 

“That’s my girl.” He said, cupping her crotch in his palm. Carters desires momentarily took over, and he pulled down his shorts just enough to allow some freedom. Even if the windows didn’t have a tint, he didn’t care. This moment was too magical and he needed to be unrestricted. His hand shifted between her legs, contorting so it made as much contact as possible. He rubbed up, and down, all the while he pulled her in for another kiss. His body was close enough now that she could smell him easily, that scent he left in their room every time they went at it filling her nose.

Drawn in like a moth to a flame Stacey arched up, her mouth open and ravenous. Their tongues were soon dancing, passionate and feral, his hand on her bulging entrance while her nails clawed into his back. She could feel his arousal, throbbing and hard, pressing against the curve of her full and swollen womb. 

The praise he’d gruffed into her ear when she had pushed on command was intoxicating. When her belly clamped up again with another contraction she tried to hold back, to wait, but the force was too strong and she found herself growling a grunt into his mouth when she pushed. 

“Pushing again?” He asked, smiling on her lips. “And without, mm, permission?” Carter was lost to it, he let go of her breast, needing something to use to catch his release. The back seat still had the bag, but all those were clean clothes meant for Stacey to leave the hospital. He found the next best thing, her discarded shirt she’d thrown during his attempt at ordering her food. As much as he despised not being able to use both hands to attend to her, he had his own needs as well, letting his grip tighten as stroked his now shirt wrapped erection. 

The hand that stayed between Stacey’s legs held firm, letting her push against it for just a fraction of a second before he allowed her to make progress. It was good that he kept himself in shape as his body leaned over hers, both hands doing all the work to give a mutual satisfaction.

Stacey moaned in satisfaction as Carter allowed for the tiniest amount of progress to be made from her push. It wasn’t much, but by god she would take it. The baby was coming so fast, she assumed he was keeping his palm firm over her crotch to ensure she didn’t tear. But then he grabbed her discarded shirt, bunching up the fabric and burying his dick inside. It seemed his steadfast palm had ulterior motives. 

Under the layers of clothing and her husband's palm Stacey was sure the baby wasn’t even close to crowning yet. The head felt huge and still very much filling her vagina. Somehow she lifted her legs off the seat, bending her knees around either side of Carter’s leg that was in her footwell, and pressing her feet against the dashboard. 

“Oooooohhh… ohhhhhhh… it’s so big Carter— why do you always give me— fuck— huge babies—?” 

“Because I love, mmph, you.” His pace altered depending on the sounds and motions his wife made. He exhaled, ecstasy pouring forth as he fulfilled his needs while pleasing hers. They’d discussed the idea of this, once, in passing. Yet to have it truly coming to fruition was such a turn of events that he was lost in lust for his wife and loving it.

“N-next time…” Carter groaned and increased his speed. “I’m going to give you twins.” 

Stacey couldn’t respond, barely able to moan, her body so tight and stretched and full! Her ass moved right to the edge of the seat, her bent knees up almost to her swollen midriff. A ragged sound of air being pulled into her lungs a split second before she went completely silent. The rouge of her cheeks, puffed out, showed her holding her breath - pushing hard. 

Every fibre of her being was focused down, grinding and pushing against her husband’s large hand that stayed between her legs even after she moved. The pressure, that delicious overwhelming all consuming pressure. Wanting so desperately to push but making no progress was only adding fuel to the fire of her desire. The low straining sound gravelled inside the car as she released the push, gasping for air with a husky moan. 

“Wha— what can you feel now C-Carter—?” She asked with a smirk as she tried to catch her breath. 

“I-I feel… close.” He groaned, unable to hide the trembling in his voice. Holding her crotch as it pushed out made him unable to resist increasing the tempo. The baby’s head was large, his entire palm filled purely from how baby number four pressed against the inside of her lips. Carter released a moan. “They’re right there baby.” He said, planting another kiss, this one directly on her lips and filled with the same passion used to get her pregnant. 

“You’re doing so good, s-so good.” As much as he wished he could hold her cheek as he encouraged her, he was far to occupied with both hands to do so.

“Yes….” Stacey moaned, arching her back so her head pressed into the seat and her crotch sank onto Carter’s hand. “…yes… so good… so fucking full…” 

This was simultaneously the craziest but hottest births they had ever had. Stacey felt like she was on a cliff edge; the baby’s presence was irrefutable right behind her slightly stretched lips, while the feel of his hand between her legs, his cologne, his growling voice as he got closer to release - it made her inner muscles squeeze for different reasons. Her eyes flew open at the realisation she was close to orgasming. 

“B-babe— we’re not— gonna make it out of this line— without a baby in my arms— you know that right?” Stacey panted, barely able to form words through the constant (and unproductive) pushes and the steadily increasing arousal pulsing through her veins. 

“I know.” Carter may have been aroused beyond reason, but he was no stranger to this situation. The baby was coming, and they wouldn’t stop it. The only part of this under their control was whether or not they would enjoy this ordeal. Carter knew he would, as odd as it was. And he was prepared to make sure his wife enjoyed it too. 

“But we won’t have them yet.” A wolf ish grin formed even as he strained to keep his climax delayed. “Not till you are satisfied.” As he spoke, his palm pressed just a little harder. Stacey’s hips were shifting, something he knew well from their bedroom activities. His wife had tells, a quiver of the lower lip, a slight flex of her fingers, a particular cooing sound when the cliff to unimaginable ecstasy was about to be plunged over. All of these he had memorized, and all of them he’d seen in the last few minutes.

“Do you want to push?” He groaned, his body getting closer to hers.

The squeak of Stacey’s voice disclosed just how close she was as Carter’s palm pressed a fraction towards her core. Her whole body tensed and shuddered, so close, so damn close. 

“God, yes!” Stacey gasped. “Wanna push so badly…. N-n-need to push….” 

She was being squeezed from all angles; her inner muscles working on an instinctual level to move the baby out of her body, while Carter’s hand pressed equally upwards against the ancient force. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, stuck on the edge of both climaxing and birthing. But they both knew if the crown got too far, beyond the point of no return, then any pleasure would be lost to delivering the child. 

So her husband kept her where she needed to be. 

“Good girl.” Carter held firm. “You can push again.” His husky voice brushed her skin. His hand remained, and as if to give her encouragement, he pressed just a little harder, the sound his wife made making him shudder. Outside their minivan he could hear people honking, that was an afterthought though as his body continued to sync with his wife’s pleasure. Carter kissed her neck, and breathed. “Push for me.”

Stacey’s hands clawed across Carter’s back, every breath she took was ragged and shaken. The second his lips brushed her neck her body responded, arching her spine and sinking down onto his palm giving an almighty push. Her teeth were bared and nails were sharp, lost to the satisfaction of pushing, of feeling that immense pressure shifting down. 

“Ughh— ohhh god—” she moaned between husky grunts of effort. Pushing felt so good, so right, and with each millimetre of progress the baby’s head pressed perfectly against her partially parted opening. 

She looked at her husband with wide, feral eyes, smirking before burying her face in his neck and inhaling deeply. Grunting again against his sweaty skin, his hand moving rapidly beside her bump, working himself further into a frenzy. 

“I’m— I’m— getting c-c-close—” Stacey gasped, nearly sinking her teeth into his neck. 

Hearing her say that always made him turn feral. Carter let his grip on her crotch falter, their baby finding its opportunity to escape. He knew exactly what he was doing, and by the breathing Stacey had just started, she knew too. The progress made was miniscule, yet its effect on both of them was monumental. Stacey’s body needed to push, even without the contractions to aid he felt his wife tensing involuntarily. Good. He wanted her effort to add to the bliss. 

The head moved, her leggings soaked with fluids both amniotic and sexual bulging more and more. Just as Stacey’s effort reached its maximum, he replaced his hand, giving her a firm barrier to work against. Carter moaned aloud, already leaking from his own tip thanks to how unconventionally attractive his wife was right in that moment. He pressed a little harder, and in the process, reversed some progress.

That barrier, the pressure moving backwards, had Stacey’s eyes rolling. She let out a strained cry, of both pleasure and pain. 

“Nnnghh—fuck Carter—!” 

She could barely see, barely even knew where she was, consumed by the stretch happening under her knickers between her legs. Her body pushed, hungry for more progress, but was met only with restriction. Growling against the firm hand of her husband, Stacey’s nails curled over his shoulders into his skin, grunting as she bore down once more. She simply had to push, it was as vital as breathing right now. She needed to push, she needed to crown, she needed to come… 

There was nothing more to be done. Carter felt his body begin to sieze, his control no longer able to stop what was needed. Stacey’s pushing, her groans and moans finally made him crest that edge. He let go of her crotch mid push, letting her finally release all that pressure in one monumental effort. Carters back arched, finishing into the shirt he’d been using to catch anything that leaked. He gasped into his wife’s neck. And his hand that had been on her up to this point wrapped around her shoulders to pull her closer.

The sound that came out of Stacey’s mouth was unlike any noise she’d made before. The feeling of being able to push freely without restriction combined with the pure pleasure of her husband's hands and scent resulted in a growling cry of painful ecstasy. 

Along with giving an almighty push, Stacey had reached her peak and the orgasm carried the baby’s head the rest of the way until it was stretching her wide wide open. She knew she was fully crowning, the burning of her lower lips was familiar, but still riding the high of her orgasm it was more of a powerful burning tingling sensation. Gasping for breath against Carter’s sweating and shaking skin, Stacey licked her dry lips. 

“It’s— it’s right there— right fucking there—” her voice barely a whisper, cracked with post orgasm exhaustion. 

“They’re close.” He said, a throaty chuckle coming with his subsiding euphoric bliss. He managed to sit back in his seat after planting a kiss on Stacey’s lips. His body continued its release into the shirt, taking a minute to empty all he had. He quickly cleaned himself up, tucking his now softened member back into his shorts only to realize the way ahead was cleared. At least it almost was. Carter glanced over, the bulge in Stacey’s leggings more pronounced than ever.

“Good job baby.” He said, shifting into drive. They had only one customer in front of them now before the window where they paid. “Try to hold off a little longer. Just until I pay.” After what could only be described as the best few minutes of their sex life, Carter shifted easily back into the role of supportive husband and father. His hand felt around her exposed womb, then slid down. “Shit, the baby really is crowning.”

“Mmmhh… I know—I can feel it…. Hooooo… fuck it’s huge…. I— I can’t— ooof—” Stacey grunted, trying to push again, to deliver the head past its widest point, but without a contraction there was no progress to be made. Her body was coming down from its high, the orgasm fading and her muscles softening, and she slumped back exhausted into the cushion of the passenger seat. 

She wanted to speak, to tell her husband how close the baby was to coming out, to explain how she couldn’t push so soon after that orgasm, but the fullness and stretch of her womanhood took away any ability to speak. Stacey could only pant, holding her legs wide apart around the fully crowning head, struggling through the burning intensity waiting for the next contraction.  

The car in front was at the window to pay, its driver hanging out their arm to tap their contactless payment. Then brake lights appeared, the car in front moved on creating a clear space ahead, and Stacey looked towards her husband with half-lidded eyes. She didn’t want the staff to know, or to see, what was happening inside their car. Giving birth to their children was always an intimate affair and they didn’t want to widen that net to include the young staff at the McDonald’s drive-thru. 

“You’re doing great honey, fucking amazing. But I need you to hold back a little for me now. Just while we’re at the next window. If anyone notices you giving birth, someone’s gonna call an ambulance and I wanna be the one to catch this one.” Carter smirked, putting the car into drive and gently stroking the side of Stacey’s cheek. “Can you do that for me?” 

Stacey nodded, her hands splayed under her belly, legs wide apart around the fully crowning child between her thighs. Carter rubbed her belly before moving the van slowly to the first window. 

Carter rolled to the window, pulling cash out of his wallet in the process.

“Big Mac meal, extra pickles on the side, and a sweet tea.” The cashier said, not even looking in their direction. “$17.85.”

Carter wanted to cuss out the obnoxious teen for somehow screwing up the order even more than before, but Stacey’s grip on his arm held him back. Not to mention his all too recent release of pent up pressure kept him far more relaxed. He handed the $20 bill to the worker, who scoffed under her breath. 

“$1.15 is your change.” For the first time, the worker looked at them.

Stacey was beyond overwhelmed; her nerves were on fire, skin stretched thin around the large overdue baby trying to escape her womb. Luckily she was half out of eyesight from the teenager working at the Drive-Thru, though the fact she was wearing just a maternity bra and her gravid belly on show no doubt caused the raised eyebrows of the young girl. 

She felt her belly contract, harshly and forcefully trying to move the baby further out. Carter’s hand had been keeping it at bay but now he was busy, collecting their change. She had to push, there was simply no holding it back. So she did the only thing she could, her hand disappeared between her thighs and cupped the head bulging into her leggings. Tilting forward a fraction, sitting on her hand, she grunted under her breath - not loud enough to be heard outside the car but the sound still evidence of the instinctual effort to give birth. Pushing over and over against her own palm, Stacey’s teeth were bared, hissing slightly, trying not to cause any alarm from anyone who could see through the open window. 

Carter took the change without comment. The car shifted, and they rolled forward a bit.

”I know that sound hon.” He turned to his wife. The way she was leaning, the hand firmly pressing between her legs. “If you need to, it's ok to let yourself make a little progress.” Thanks to her position, he had access to her lower back. His hand found it, pressing hard into the position. “Just don’t push too much. One more window to go through.” Same as before, they couldn’t let the employees know that she was in labor, that beneath the fabric of her leggings a baby was actively trying to come. “How does it feel?” 

“Mmmmmmgh!— if I p-progress any—anymore this head is gonna come shooting out…” Stacey hummed, rocking on her palm as her husband pressed into the very base of her spine. "It's already out so far… unhh… the whole c-crown of their h-head.” 

Sitting forward was going against every natural instinct in her body, actively preventing her body from delivering the baby as it so desperately wanted. And yet that fullness, that stretch, after what she and Carter had just participated in… well, she wasn’t quite ready to give it up yet. If she could help it. 

Her husband had put on the brake as soon as they’d rolled forward in the drive-thru line and mercifully there were no windows in the restaurant either side of their car. Allowing them some privacy. If only for a short while. There were still three cars between them and the collection window, the food it seemed was being prepared agonisingly slowly. 

“Ooooh… Carter….” Stacey gravelled out, legs parting unconsciously wider on the passenger seat. “Baby is coming soon… one push… one push and their head will be outta me… what…. nnnghh… what do I do-?” 

Carter thought for a moment, letting his hand continue its rubbing while the other moved to her womb. The baby certainly was coming, and there was no more delaying. If he was honest with himself, he could go again, like before, but Carter didn’t do those things unless he knew she got to enjoy them as well. Still, it didn’t prevent him from admiring yet again the miracle his wife was performing, the way her legs were spreading. Carter fought to keep his focus even as he thought more about her.

“Breathe.” He said, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek. “The head needs to stay until we have your burger. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

Stacey’s free hand went to Carter’s cheek as he leant over, their cheeks pressed against each other, her nostrils flared as she inhaled the comforting aroma of her husband. “I’ll t-try…. Hooooo…” her words were heavy and laboured, barely able to hold it together through the overwhelming intensity of a fully crowning baby in her underwear. 

Two contractions… Stacey only lasted two contractions during which she had resorted to grunting against both her hand and the passenger seat cushions trying desperately hard to contain the inevitable. But whether she wanted to or not, her body was pushing. She could feel how her inner muscles were clenching around the baby nestled in her birth canal, squeezing downwards in their attempts to expel their fourth child. 

“I— I can’t do it C-Carter—” she growled, shifting back into the depths of the passenger seat and tilting her hips to face the windscreen. As she moved her hands let go of where they’d been clamped against her womanhood, one reaching behind to grab the headrest while the other clung to the doorhandle. “I- I have to push— I can’t take it anymore— baby wants outtttttt—nnnnnghhh!!” Stacey’s sentence ended with the lowing sound of pure primal effort as she gave an almighty push right then and there. It didn’t matter that there was still one car in front of them waiting on their food, it didn’t matter they would soon be approaching the next window. The agonisingly delicious stretch was making her shake head to toe, the head on the very cusp of being born there was only one option. To push. 

Carter turned just in time to see his wife bury her chin into her sternum. In reality, he knew that she never was going to hold the baby in longer than she’d already done. Pride swelled within his chest, his wife, the love of his life, doing something he couldn’t ever dream of managing in her position. He embraced Stacey, and found himself also reaching between her legs. He’d just managed to touch his fingers to the barrier blocking their baby when his wife’s grunting evolved into a sudden gasp. The baby surged forward, her leggings’ elasticity permitting the head to eject fully. With it came more amniotic fluids, soaking Carter's hand.

“Good girl.” He said, his voice full of a pride he’d felt every time Stacey delivered one of their children. Each breath she took now only further shifted her womb, her chest heaved, the beads of sweat more like consistent streams after so much time. “You’re doing good.” Carter kissed her again, keeping his hand on the baby’s head between her forced apart thighs.

When the head burst free Stacey shuddered and released a perfectly beautiful gravelled moan of relief. The head was out. The stretch and burning and fullness gone in the blink of an eye and she slumped into her husband's embrace, panting to catch her breath back. 

“S-sorry… I couldn’t hold it any longer…” she croaked against his neck. Carter’s hand was possessively and protectively between her spread thighs, cradling the head of their child through the sodden jersey fabric of her black leggings. 

Stacey felt utterly spent already and she was only part of the way through giving birth. After a lengthy labour, their sexual escapades in the car, and fighting her body’s instincts to push for the last half hour or so while stuck in this drive-thru, Stacey could barely keep her eyes open. The relief of delivering the wide dome of their overdue baby pumping endorphins through her veins, nothing else mattered. 

Then the shrill beeping of the car behind them snapped the parents from their trance. The space had opened up in front, there was no one left in the line, they were next to collect their food. Finally. But there was a baby half-born in her trousers. Turning to her husband, still breathing heavily, Stacey said “Be quick hun, I don't know how long we’ve got before the rest of this little rascal decides to come out…” 

“Good.” Carter grinned. “We’ve been waiting for long enough to hold this one baby.” The minivan moved, Carter didn’t want to take his focus away from his wife, but he had to. If ever this woman deserved her hamburger, it was after this. His right hand remained touching her, gliding across her exposed flesh only to sink between her legs. Carter wanted to keep it there, to know his baby was safe.

The employee working the window was as young as the last, but this one was a teenage guy, and far more chipper. 

“Hiya! It was a Big Mac meal right?” He asked. The teen proceeded to read off the receipt, making certain it was all correct. “Oh, shoot I forgot to make your drink. Don’t worry it’ll just take a minute.” He said, then walked off towards the drink dispenser.

As the employee disappeared from view to make the drink Stacey began to pant and hum. Her hands stayed in place, one behind her head gripping the headrest, the other was shaking as she squeezed the door handle with ghost-white knuckles. The contractions had returned, her reprieve short-lived. 

“Mmmmmghhh…. Ooooohhhhhh… shoulders…..” was all Stacey could manage as she fought the urge to bear down. Each breath was desperate, each sound was low and ragged. The baby was so fucking close it was almost laughable. Stuck in a drive-thru, her husband cradling the baby’s head that was trapped behind the gusset of her panties. Every muscle in her womb squeezed aggressively and she had no strength left to fight it. Exposing her teeth Stacey hissed a breath and pushed without any semblance of control. Any fucks she had left to give were long gone, the baby wanted out and damn it she wanted to hold her child. 

But as she pushed she felt Carter’s hand remain firm between her thighs. A gentle upwards pressure countering any efforts she made, keeping their baby’s shoulders pressed right up against her swollen sensitive opening. Stacey pushed again, more forcefully, grunting this time with effort and grateful the employee had vacated the vicinity of the open window. 

“Patience sweetie.” Her husband purred, adjusting his hand discreetly but keeping that steady pressure up against her body. “We’re almost there.” 

The desperation took over all thoughts and Stacey gulped a deep breath, pushing once more in the vein hope she could succeed. Carter countered this move with one of his own. Somehow his thumb moved over the roundness bulging her leggings and with perfect precision pressed against her clit. Stacey gasped, jolting as if electrocuted, and the sheer shock of the painfully exquisite contact had stopped her pushing. 

“Good.” He whispered, pressing a little more into that sweet spot. “I knew that would get your attention.” Carters voice dropped into that gravelly tone he often adopted when they became intimate. As gentle a man as he was, when he wanted to be, he could take control of their pleasures. His palm felt the weight as their baby tried again to eject, but he didn’t let it budge. His thumb caressed her, using his thumbnail to flick just a little. He met her eyes, a wry smile on his face. “Be patient…”

“Alright! Sorry about that.” The worker had returned, missing what just transpired between the couple. “So got your drink here…” He handed it over to Carter, who took all the items without removing his grip between his wife’s thighs. All the while, he continued to tease, playing with her body in that way he knew she loved, and by the way he had to adjust his own seating, he was enjoying it too. Carter always was quick to recharge.

“Perfect, thank you.” He told the teen, smiling.

“Of course! Oh, and congratulations to you both as well.” He said, gesturing to Stacey’s belly, still cheerful and oblivious.

“We appreciate that.” As he said the words, just to add that extra little deviousness, he flicked his thumb back and forward to see if Stacey could manage to keep it hidden.

Clamping her mouth shut did nothing to hide the involuntary squeak Stacey made at Carter’s devilish movement. The whirlwind of overwhelming sensations made her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head. The pressure, the stretch, the fullness… and now pleasure. The poor woman was overloaded and barely keeping it together. The flicking of her clit made her inner muscles clench and before she knew it she was pushing once more with reckless abandon. 

Carter had their brown paper bag of food on his lap as he put the car into drive and wound the window up, their mini-van slowly creeping along the narrow path out of the drive-thru lane. All the while his right hand stayed firm between her thighs. 

Stacey whimpered, trying and failing to lift her legs to create more room but her hands were busy gripping the door and headrest to hold her heavy exhausted thighs in the air. “P-please babe… I wanna push…. I need to p-push….” 

The path ahead was clear, they could go, he could drive to the hospital now that they’d gotten her burger. It was just a matter of making a left turn and going. But, he didn’t do that. Carter turned the wheel to the right, keeping that pressure consistent between her legs. The hospital wasn’t happening. This moment, it was theirs. Carter drove, the small shopping centers road leading to another parking lot next to the McDonalds. No one was here, the building standing in the center was in the middle of construction and far from being completed. They were alone, all alone. He ensured that nobody from the road or the restaurant could see. To them, it would seem like a couple looking for a private spot to eat.

“Hmm.” Carter hummed. He sat the bag on the dashboard, turning to face his wife. With a quick movement, the hand cupping her was switched, his thumb rapidly replaced to keep that stimulation constant. “I don’t know if you should push Stacey.” As he spoke, he leaned in close. “I think, you should hold off.”

“Wha—?” Stacey gasped, a croaked noise of tortured pleasure escaping her mouth. 

As Carter’s thumb continued its gentle but purposeful circling, Stacey’s body reacted of its own accord, arching her spine right off the chair. The exquisite arousal came crashing to the surface joining her very desperate need to birth, both the sensations fighting for dominance through her body. The overdue baby was right there, the head between her legs while the body took all the space inside, filling her birth canal. Stacey moaned, low and desperate, shuddering as her body fought two primal urgent desires. 

Her legs were spread as wide as they could go in the passenger seat, pressed against the door and centre console and still it wasn’t enough. Their child was huge. She needed more space, more room, she needed to push, she needed to come… she needed… she needed…

“C-Carter— ohhhhh god—” Stacey gasped, every cell in her body trembling on the precipice of something incredible. 

“Yes dear?” Carter asked, already feeling himself grow aroused. He always was feral for his wife, hence why they were actively delivering baby number four. But here, something about today, the utter attraction he had for her in this state was another level of need. His assault on his wife’s clit slowed, not wanting her to fall too deeply into that bliss before he allowed it. Eyes wandered, looking at her milk filled breasts. The maternity bra wasn’t quite like the more flimsy lace bras she wore on their date nights, but he knew just how to work these clasps. 

He slipped his hand behind her back, and with an expert flick of the wrist, her bra was now undone, and her chest free of its confines. 

Stacey felt her breasts drop once her bra was released, sitting full and heavy on the very top curve of her overdue baby bump. The movement was enough to draw more colostrum from her nipples. “Oh god….” She purred, her back arched and head thrown against the headrest. 

She was out at sea in the raging waves of both pleasure and pain, barely able to see let alone think straight. Her pelvis tilted and circled almost instinctually, lifting up off the seat against her husband’s exquisite hand. The labouring woman was left only in her maternity leggings which were stretched beyond recognition from both an overdue belly and the delivered head of their fourth child. There’d be no keeping these trousers for another pregnancy, despite them being her favourite since their second child. 

Stacey was panting, gasping for air at the constant thrum of pressure between her legs, one hand gripping the door while the other pushed up into the velvety ceiling of the car. “Mmmmghh…. So full… Carter— I— ohhhhhhhh god I wanna ppppppp-push!” She begged, twitching her hips and grunting tiny pushes against her husband’s hand that was keeping the baby’s shoulders from escaping. 

“You are.” Her husband kept a sturdy hold on the head between her thighs. As the contraction started to build, his thumb went back to work on her clit, but now, he was doing something else. Her chest was free, and Carter greedily leaned in, licking at her areolas. Before leaving home, he’d helped her with pumping. But, there was still some milk left in there. The teasing only lasted a moment before he took it in with his mouth, his tongue playing non stop. He moaned as his pants tightened, his intoxication for his laboring wife total and uncontrollable.

“Fuck— oh… yes… ohhh Carter…” Stacey moaned as her husband put as much of her engorged breast to his mouth. His tongue, his lips, and then his teeth on her nipples sent bolts of electricity through her veins right down to her core. Carter expertly moves in just the right way to encourage her pulsing arousal, making it build and build, its song drowning out the pain of the desperate contractions. 

With a shaking hand she rolled the other nipple between her fingers, pinching it slightly to match the stimulation Carter was giving her other breast. The pressure of the baby between her legs was dimming and being replaced with pure lust and erotic need. Each hitch of Stacey’s chest was laboured and ragged, overwhelmed and over stimulated. A husky moan of both pleasure and pain came rattling from the depths of her chest as her breasts leaked into his mouth and all over her hand, at the same time her hips jerked up and her uterine muscles clamped around the baby, attempting to expel the child from her womb. 

He wasn’t ever going to forget this. With teeth bared, he gently nibbled, just to spike that little bit of pleasure. His own was skyrocketing in his pelvis, but in his so much sexual desire he wouldn’t falter in his task of pleasing Stacey. Those moans, god those moans were divine. He suckled, and as he did he let her body make a little progress. Loving just how charged her needs were, Carter held firm as soon as he felt enough progress was made. She wasn’t done yet, he wasn’t going to let her be. Carter unlatched, gulping down the milk, a dribble falling down his chin as he grinned. 

“How’s that feel baby?” He asked, his voice deeper than usual as he continued his dominant control of their child’s birth. What he wouldn’t give for another release of his own. “Does it feel, good?” As he asked, his thumb flicked again, hard, hitting her clit with pinpoint precision.

Stacey could barely keep her eyes open, lashes fluttering as her pupils rolled with overwhelming pleasure. That tiny bit of progress Carter had allowed resulted in the shoulders of their child slipping forward, stretching her sensitive skin so wide. The stinging burning was almost delicious when combined with the stimulation her husband was providing, both the suckling of her breast and sharp assault on her clit making her see stars. 

“Mnngh— Cart— Carter I’m— I’m gonna—uhhhhhh!” Stacey moaned as her body reached breaking point. The orgasm crashed through her entire body, her very essence, with such ferocity she cried out with the clenching muscles of pleasure. Her high moan of ecstasy reverberated around the minivan. 

With a gleeful grin of devilish intensity, Carter pressed his lips to hers, allowing their combined moans to be suppressed. Carter's desire only grew, and he knew just what to do to his wife next. 

With the pleasurable shuddering of her inner muscles, Stacey’s body soon locked in another uncontrollable push. The shoulders staying wedged between her legs, the head straining the elasticated fabric of her leggings, and her sultry moans twisted into feral grunting as her body demanded to be in charge. 

“Let it all out Stacey… let’s have this baby.” His eyes fluttered, lips finding every bit of beading sweat and plucking them off. Her skin glistened in the sunlight through the windshield, her body shaking with each shuddering breath. Her belly, god he would miss that, but if he knew his wife at all, she’d be growing again within a few months, baby five, well on their way. That prospect alone spurred his next action.

Carter, removed his hand.

The response was immediate; the second Carter’s hand slipped away from her bulging leggings Stacey’s feet lifted into the dashboard. The huge rock-solid bump now between her raised thighs, she grabbed the back of one leg while the other gripped onto Carter’s knee. “Nnnnnghhhh!!” The sound that escaped her was animalistic and powerful as Stacey gave her all into this one long, monumental push. 

The black fabric of her leggings meant nothing would be seen, either by Carter and certainly not by Stacey with the bump in the way. But she could feel the baby’s shoulders as they popped out one by one. The relief almost made her orgasm again but her body had other ideas. Gulping down a fresh lung full of air, she bore down hard once more. Every muscle twitching and trembling with the effort, desperate to get their overdue baby earthside and free from the confines of her womb. 

“Uhhhhh… C-Carter it’s coming out— it’s coming out right now—!” She spluttered through pushes, her knees parting and hips sliding down the chair to open her pelvis to its widest potential. “Oh god….” 

Awe, pleasure, wonder, pride, all the emotions on Carters face were plain as day as he watched what his wife was doing. Her body, incredible and goddess-like, shifted as she pushed. For the last time this pregnancy, he admired the way her swollen stomach contorted and shrunk. More than ever before, it changed, as if realizing the baby within was on the final stretch. Her tenting leggings were pressing out at the seam in her crotch, but with that final effort, the baby slid into her right pant leg.

“You did it!” He cheered, planting a kiss on her fueled with passion that even newly weds couldn’t dream of meeting. “Oh God you did amazing…”

Stacey’s pant leg shifted, the baby, the baby was moving. And that was when the couple heard the sweetest melody, a newborn with perfect lungs crying. Carter was gentle, helping her to lift her butt just enough so he could slide the leggings down. All the while he whispered sweet nothings and words of encouragement and awe. 

Instinct completely drove Stacey’s movements. Still catching her breath, still trembling, and yet the need to see and hold her child was absolute. Memories of these seconds would be blurry and forgotten, but when those leggings reached her knees and the new parents saw the perfect little bundle squalling between her thighs - that memory would last forever. 

Stacey immediately brought the babe to her bare chest, shushing and cooing automatically as she rubbed the newborns back. “Hey…. Hey little guy…. It’s okay… mumma’s got you now.” 

She felt complete; the skin to skin contact and the feel of the baby’s weight on her chest, perfectly molding around the curves of her maternal body. Looking down, Stacey was a little taken aback at just how big their newborn son was. “Wow…. He’s a chunky one eh…” Stacey said with a chuckle, still slightly breathy, recovering from delivering their largest child yet. 

Carter didn’t speak, his eyes fixated on the sight before him. A shaking hand reached out, rubbing gently against their son's back, he smiled.

“He really is.” The new father said. “You did good, baby.” Carter said to Stacey as he leaned in to kiss her. “You did really good.” He knew it wasn’t over yet, the placenta still needed to come, but this moment, this magical image, this was everything to him. He reached into the back, digging into the hospital bag for a towel. Placing it across his wife’s chest, it left only their sons head exposed. Carter turned the key, it was time for the hospital. Before he left though, he looked at Stacey and smiled.

They'd kept her bound for two days.

Nina’s wrists were raw beneath the soft rope, her skin flushed and damp from the weight of her belly pressing her spine into the mattress. She shifted, barely, the movement making the babies inside her tumble. Heavy, late, low, her belly curved like it had been forged around cannonballs, impossibly tight under the pale stretch of her skin. She was forty-two weeks with triplets. She hadn’t seen a mirror in a week, but she could feel it, how massive she’d become.

She wasn't supposed to be here. Not in a safehouse this deep in Gallo territory. Not tied down on a repurposed guest bed with blackout curtains pinned over every window. Not panting through labor while three men paced around the room, watching.

She was Cartini blood. Only daughter of Nico Cartini. She should've been protected. But she'd been taken at the trade checkpoint three nights ago, a so-called routine inspection that turned into syringes, blackout vans, and everything going dark.

Now she was theirs.

The tall one, Marcus, stood at the door, arms crossed, barely speaking since the first night. He was the one with gloves. Always. Then there was Jace, lean and smirking, who liked to lean close and whisper filth in her ear until she flinched. The third, Denny, was the youngest, always watching like he hadn't decided if he was aroused or afraid.

Everything they did had been planned, with no spontaneity and nothing left to chance.

The boss had given clear orders. She was to be kept intact but taken apart slowly. She was to labor hard and be used harder. The babies were a bonus. The real reward was watching a Cartini girl unravel.

Denny was the first to draw the serum, clear and chilled in the syringe. Nina flinched as it pierced her thigh, the burn spreading fast and low as her belly clenched, already reacting. They gave her another in the other leg, then a third deeper, close to her hipbone, and her body convulsed, the contractions doubling in intensity and speed. She bit back a cry, trembling as her belly tightened again.

"That’s better," Marcus said, checking his watch. "Ten minutes apart. Keep dosing her until she screams."

Denny didn't wait for the next shot. He slid between her legs while her head thrashed against the pillow, wrists dragging at the ropes, mouth muffled by the blindfold cutting across her cheeks. Her thighs jerked, too tight to part, her belly stretching tall between them, huge and high, a swollen dome of taut, glowing skin that barely held its shape under pressure. The three babies inside her shifted like they sensed what was coming. Her navel stood out like a badge, the skin around it shiny and strained. Every breath hitched in her throat.

She felt him push in fast and deep, his cock forcing her open with a sudden stretch that dragged her taut around him, no space left between the pressure and the pain. Her scream came up too fast, catching in her throat as her body fought to keep up.

"Nghh—ah, no, fuck, stop, stop—!"

Marcus stepped in behind her head and shoved two fingers past her lips. "Bite down on that, princess."

Jace kept her belly steady with both hands, his fingers spread wide across the full curve as Denny fucked her in hard, frantic pulses. Her belly jumped with each thrust. Fluid leaked between her thighs. Her breasts spilled to either side, heavy and streaked with colostrum, nipples swollen and glistening. She thrashed again, harder this time.

"Tie her down," Marcus barked.

They secured her ankles to the corners of the bed while Denny grunted and cursed above her. He pulled her tight against him, but her body wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Her walls clenched around him, reacting to the invasion, but her body stayed taut and unyielding. The ache dragged sharp and deep without relief, and though Denny groaned as he spilled inside her, she remained stranded in the pressure, untouched by release.

"She’s too fucking tight," he muttered, pulling out with a frustrated groan. "Clamping down like she’s trying to break me."

Marcus pushed him aside, eyes fixed on her heaving belly. "Then all you did was warm her up."

He shoved in with a force that filled her to the edge of breaking, the stretch thicker, deeper than the Denny's, his rhythm immediate and brutal. Her cry rang out, desperate and raw beneath the fingers still shoved in her mouth. Her belly rocked under him, taut and massive, the triplets shifting in protest as his hips met hers again and again. His hands gripped her hips like reins, holding her in place, her body bowing into the pressure.

She wanted to deny the heat curling up her spine, but his cock felt too good, each thrust grinding into a place she hadn't expected to ache. Her muscles fluttered and clenched, not in refusal but in confusion, like her body recognized this. His breath hit the side of her neck as he leaned down, kissing her neck down until his mouth found her nipple, sucking hard as his hand slipped between them to press tight circles over her clit.

"You're fucking soaked," he growled against her chest. "Feels like this pussy was made for me."

Her whimper cracked into a gasp, thighs shaking, breath stuttering. Her belly strained beneath him, tight and massive, the hard globe of forty-two weeks packed with three overdue babies, each shift sending sharp jolts across her nerves. The skin stretched high under her ribs, her navel flattened and raw, the swell so wide it brushed his stomach every time he thrust deeper.

He leaned in closer. "Feels like you were made to be fucked like this."

Her head rolled back, mouth spilling helpless, strangled sounds—"Unh—ah—nghh—s'too much—ah—"

He sucked hard at her nipple, dragging more milk to the surface, one hand gripping the base of her belly, the other sliding between them to find her clit again. His touch was relentless, every circle deliberate, timed with the precise grind of his cock into her soaked cunt.

"You’re gonna milk me, sweetheart. I want every drop squeezing out of you when I fill you up."

She sobbed, the tension too tight to ignore, the burn cresting into unbearable pleasure. Her back bowed and the scream tore loose, raw and broken.

"Aaahh—fuh—nnggh—"

Her orgasm flooded through her, a hot gush that splashed over his thighs and soaked the sheets again. Her belly spasmed under his hand, the triplets kicking in panic or protest, her body clamping down hard enough to make him groan.

"That's it," he snarled. "Grip me. Show me how much you need this."

Her cries pitched higher. Her body trembled. Marcus dug deeper, mouth still on her breast, one hand pressing into the crest of her belly as he slammed into her. He moaned low and harsh, his rhythm falling apart as he buried himself to the root and came hard.

He came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside her, each spasm pushing more heat into her sore, trembling cunt. Her body locked around him as her belly tightened once more, and then her water broke in a violent gush, a wet explosion that soaked the bed and splashed down her thighs, forcing his cum out with it in a slick, steaming rush.

"Haaaaa—hnnggh—oooh—" She wailed, high and ragged, her voice breaking apart with the force of it. Her hips jerked in their restraints, her whole body bowing, a choked cry of shock and release tangled in the wet slap of fluid. Her belly heaved, skin glossy and trembling, every inch of her wet and wide open.

"Good fucking girl," he breathed, cock still pulsing inside her. "That’s what you needed."

Jace took her next. He didn’t speak. He smoothed his palms over the full front of her belly, down her hips, into the slick heat she’d left behind. He slipped inside like he owned it. Her legs jerked again.

"Nnnhh—uh—please, please—"

He rolled his hips slow and deep. She shook under him, the contractions coming harder now. Her belly was tight as a rock, the skin stretched so far it looked translucent.

He tongued her navel, slow and tight, then moved up to her ear, he whispered low and close, "Keep taking it, baby. We're not stopping till you're gaping open for us."

The next thrust made her jolt, her belly straining against his chest, every inch of her overfull and stretched to breaking. Her mouth opened on a cry she couldn’t shape, body shivering under him as he fucked her with a steady grind, soaking in the heat she’d left behind.

"That's it," he rasped. "You feel that? All that pressure building up inside you? It's gonna rip you open soon."

She gasped again, her voice catching as her hips strained against the ropes, her belly pulsing with another deep contraction. Her cunt clenched around him, still swollen and soaked, her cries cracked and breathless.

"Mnhh—nnaaah—uhh—"

He rocked into her, slow and deep, his hands gripping her wide hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just beneath the heavy swell of her belly.

Her fingers curled. Her mouth hung slack. Her only sounds were gasps, wet and raw, tangled with the rhythmic creak of the bed and the slap of his body against hers, until Jace groaned hard above her, his thrusts breaking apart as he spilled inside her. He pulled out slow, leaving her cunt fluttering and aching, her body teetering on the edge of another climax that never came.

Nina’s belly was tighter than steel under their hands. Her body arched against the ropes with every contraction, her blindfold damp, her lips trembling as she gasped through the onslaught. The serum had her laboring in quick bursts, one cresting before the last had faded, and each left her body raw and shaking. Her skin gleamed under the low lamplight, stretched high and wide, the weight of three massive babies pushing down, grinding lower into her canal.

Marcus crouched between her thighs, his fingers buried inside her, testing, measuring, stretching her open as she moaned. “She’s wide,” he muttered, eyes locked on the deep swell of her belly. “Nearly there. Feels like the head’s already pressing down.”

Jace leaned close, both hands spread across the curve of her abdomen, kneading as if he owned it. “Look at this dome,” he rasped. “Every inch of her packed full. Push your hand here, Marcus, feel how hard she’s straining.”

Nina sobbed, twisting against the restraints, her thighs shaking as the contraction pulled her belly taut as a drum. The weight of the first baby shifted lower, her canal stretching, the pressure unbearable. “Nnnnhh—ahh—haaahh—please, it’s too much—”

Marcus curled his fingers inside her and pressed against the bulge of the head grinding down. “She’s crowning against my hand. Tight as hell.” He dragged his fingers back out and shoved them between her lips, smearing her own slick across her tongue. “Taste how close you are.”

She whimpered, her body trembling. Her belly shuddered as another contraction gripped her hard, the triplets rolling visibly beneath her skin, the outlines of limbs pushing out against the slick round dome. Jace bent lower, pressing his mouth to her navel, tonguing the stretched dip while his palms held her sides steady. “These babies are fighting their way out,” he said into her skin. “And you’re going to give us every bit of it.”

Denny hovered near her head, his voice low and hungry. “She’s begging to push. Look at her body, she’s trying to force it down already.”

Marcus shook his head, sliding his cock against her swollen entrance, teasing her slick folds but not giving her the relief she craved. “She doesn’t get to push until she cums again. That’s what the boss ordered.”

Her head thrashed, blindfold soaked. “Nnnhhh, please, please let me—ahhh, I need—”

Jace caught her nipple between his teeth, biting until she screamed, then sucking until milk beaded and ran. His hand never left her clit, circling, pressing, dragging her higher. Marcus thrust into her then, steady and cruel, timing his strokes with the rippling of her contractions. Her belly rocked with each impact, the pressure inside her unbearable. She sobbed, torn between pain and pleasure, her body straining against the ropes.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Marcus growled, grinding his cock into her soaked cunt, the head battering her cervix, forcing it open with each thrust. “I want to feel you drench me before you get to push.”

Her back arched, her body clenching around him as his thumb ground hard over her clit. “Aaaaahhh—nggghh—haaahhh—” Her orgasm ripped through her, a hot gush that drenched them both, soaking the sheets beneath her. Her belly spasmed, the triplets kicking violently in response, and she screamed through the release.

“That’s one,” Jace muttered darkly, his mouth still at her breast. “She owes us another before those babies move an inch further.”

Marcus didn’t let her rest. He pulled out and shoved Denny forward. The youngest groaned as he pushed into her, the wet heat swallowing him whole. Her body fluttered and clamped, still oversensitive, her cries spilling fast.

“Give us another one,” Denny panted, his thrusts sharp and messy. “Push it out on my cock.”

She writhed under him, every contraction rolling her belly hard, the head of the first baby jammed deep in her canal, her body screaming to bear down. Her orgasm built again under their merciless handling, dragged out by Denny’s frantic pace and Jace’s unrelenting fingers on her clit.

Her scream split the room as she came again, harder this time, her belly clenching, her cunt pulsing wet around Denny’s cock. Her body convulsed against the ropes, her contractions cresting and breaking as she howled.

Marcus shoved Denny aside, planting himself between her thighs again. “Now you push.” He drove inside her, burying himself deep. “Bear down, squeeze me with that first brat’s head.”

Her scream tore her throat raw as her body obeyed, the pressure overwhelming, the baby’s head pressing hard into her stretched canal while his cock filled her from above. Her belly heaved, her hips bucked, and the ropes bit into her wrists as she pushed with everything she had.

Marcus drove into her harder, his cock slamming deep to shove the crown back into her canal. “Again,” he growled. “Push harder.”

She wailed, her body splitting under the demand, her belly thrashing as Marcus held her down, his cock grinding against the trapped head inside her. “Nnnaaaahhh—aaahhh—haaahhh—”

“Harder,” Marcus barked. He leaned over her, one hand clamped against the top of her swollen belly, pressing down to drive the weight of the triplets lower as his cock slammed the crowning head back inside her. Her body convulsed, every muscle straining, sweat and fluid pouring off her skin. She screamed until she was hoarse, the bed rocking under the force of her pushes.

“Good girl,” Jace hissed against her ear. “Push again. Give it everything.”

Her breath tore out in ragged pants, her chest heaving, each gasp broken by guttural moans. “Hhhhaaahhh—hhhuuhhh—ahhhhnnnhhh—”

Her cheeks burned under the blindfold, spit stringing from her lips as she huffed and bore down. Her belly swelled tight, the dome trembling under Marcus’s weight.

“Nnnggghhh—hhhaaahhh—uhhhhnnnnhhh—” The crown pressed harder, Marcus’s cock grinding against it until it forced him out with a wet slip.

She shrieked as the heavy head surged forward, stretching her raw, slick canal wide. Her thighs trembled, ropes creaking as she pushed again, her cries breaking apart.

“Hhhhuuuhhh—ahhhhnnnhhh—nnnaaaahhh—” Marcus leaned over her, groaning filth into her ear, telling her to feel every inch of that fat head prying her open, to push like she was made for it.

“That’s it, stretch on it, baby, feel that massive head tearing you wide,” he growled, his hand grinding into the dome of her belly.

Jace murmured rough encouragement from the side, Denny panting above her head, but it was Marcus’s voice that filled her ears. “Bear down harder, make that monster crown against my cock until it pushed me out, my shaft sliding free as that massive head forced its way forward again.”

She sobbed and wailed, her teeth gritted as the bulge spread her folds to their limit, the weight of the first child wedged like a boulder. “Hhhhuuhhh—hhhaaahhh—nnnnnnnngggghhh—”

Her belly heaved, her canal stretched fire-hot, and the head swelled forward to a full crown, refusing to slip free as she panted and huffed, desperate, her entire body buckling under the effort.

Marcus ground his cock against the swollen crown, smearing himself in her slick as he muttered filth into her ear, urging her to push harder, to make that massive head split her open inch by inch. Jace groaned against her taut navel, rutting against the stretched curve while his hands pressed her sides, praising the way her belly jumped with each push.

Denny knelt above her face, stroking himself over her heaving chest, rubbing between her leaking tits as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Her cries grew frantic, every sound spilling from her throat in raw bursts. “Hhhhaaaahhh—nnngggghhh—hhhuuuuhhh—ahhhhnnnhhh—”

The head swelled thicker, every contraction dragging it forward, her folds straining around it as the men groaned and taunted, their voices mixing with her panting and sobbing. Marcus whispered into her ear, “That’s it, push it out for us, feel how wide you’re spreading, born to give us this show.” Jace growled from her belly, “I can see it forcing her open, keep pushing, Nina, make it crown harder.” Denny groaned above her, “She’s so tight around that head, look at her, fuck, she’s really splitting.”

She sobbed and whimpered, her words breaking between moans. “Aaahhh—hhhuuhhh—too big—can’t—haaahhh—” Marcus pressed harder against her ear, snarling, “Yes you can, you’re going to push every inch of that massive head through for us, you’re going to feel it tear you open while we watch.” Her desperate sounds filled the room, mixed with their rough voices, until it seemed the walls shook with every strained breath.

Marcus ground his cock against the crowned head, his thumb circling her clit while he growled filth from between her thighs, his cock grinding over the crowned head as he urged her to push harder, to make that massive head force its way past her folds.

“Work it out on me, squeeze it through, feel it split you wide while I rub you raw,” he snarled, his voice hot against her blindfolded face. Jace pressed himself against her navel, grinding into the stretched dome, his palms stroking the hard swell of her sides. “Push for us, Nina, feel it moving under my cock,” he rasped, kissing the taut skin as her belly quivered.

Denny leaned over her chest, his fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples while he pressed and rubbed his shaft along the deep valley of her heavy leaking breasts, groaning as her milk slicked him. She cried out in frantic bursts, panting and moaning, her sounds mixing with their voices as the massive head edged forward, fire-hot and unstoppable, every inch of her body straining against the ropes as they drove her through the crown inch by inch.

Marcus snarled from between her thighs, grinding his cock over the crown. “Push harder, Nina, feel it splitting you wide, stretch it through every inch.” She wailed, her cries spilling raw.

“It’s tearing me open, ahhhhnnnnhhh—hhhuuuuhhh—too much—” Her canal throbbed around the swelling dome, the massive head prying her folds open as she bore down with everything she had.

Jace pressed harder into her belly, his cock rutting against her taut navel as he hissed, “It’s right there, keep pushing, make it bulge for us.” Denny twisted her nipples mercilessly, groaning down at her, “Scream for us, little breeder, scream while you crown.”

Her body convulsed under the strain, sweat dripping down her neck, her blindfold soaked through. The crown stretched wider, wider, each contraction dragging more of the head free, her cries breaking into shrieks. “Hhhhaaaaahhh—nnnnggghhh—hhhuuuhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Marcus dragged his thumb over her clit, circling, forcing her to gasp and moan even as she bore down. “That’s it, cum while you split open,” he growled, his cock grinding slick over the swollen crown. 

Jace growled into her belly, “I can see it widening, she’s pushing it through.” Denny panted, his shaft sliding harder between her breasts, milk coating him as he snarled, “Make that fat head tear you, Nina.”

Her voice broke into sobs as the massive head finally surged past the rim, her folds stretched to their limit, splitting open around the hard curve.

 “Aaaahhhhhnnnnhhh—hhhuuuuhhh—nnnaaaahhhhhh—” The head slid forward inch by inch, forcing her wide. Marcus groaned, jerking himself over the sight. “Look at her, splitting for us, born to crown this monster.” Jace’s hands dug into her belly, feeling the weight shift lower. “It’s moving, keep pushing, Nina.” 

Denny grunted above her, stroking rough between her tits as he hissed, “Push that beast out, make us watch it all.” Her body heaved with one last guttural scream, her folds straining as the head finally slid free into Marcus’s waiting hands.

She sobbed with relief as the shoulders rolled, her canal stretching around them while Marcus guided the slippery weight free, the rest of the body sliding slow and heavy into his hands. She gasped between cries, “Hhhhaaahhh—ohhhhnnnnhhh—so big—” Her belly clenched down hard, and she sagged against the ropes as the first baby spilled fully from her, slick and steaming in Marcus’s grasp.

But the respite vanished in moments. The weight inside her belly shifted again, the next massive head already pressing low, driving into her canal before she could catch her breath. Her eyes rolled behind the blindfold as another contraction gripped her, the dome between her thighs swelling again to a full crown. Jace pressed his palms into her belly and held the head there, pushing it back inside each time it tried to force through, growling, “Not yet, Nina, you’re going to hold this one right here for us.”

But the respite vanished in moments. The weight inside her belly shifted again, the next massive head already pressing low, driving into her canal before she could catch her breath. Her eyes rolled behind the blindfold as another contraction gripped her, the dome between her thighs swelling again to a full crown. Jace pressed his palms into her belly and held the head there, pushing it back inside each time it tried to force through, growling, “Not yet, Nina, you’re going to hold this one right here for us.”

She wailed, thrashing against the ropes, her body fighting the command. “Please, I can feel it, it’s so heavy, it’s splitting me apart, I need to push.” Her voice broke into sobs as the weight rocked inside her canal, each attempt to surge forward denied by Jace’s steady hands. Marcus leaned close, his voice sharp and taunting. “You’ll push when we let you. Until then you’ll hold that fat head right where it is and milk us with your body.”

Her thighs shook violently, sweat dripping down her bound frame. “Hhhhaaahhh—ahhhhnnnnhhh—I can’t hold it, it’s tearing me.” Denny stroked his cock above her breasts, groaning as he twisted her nipples hard. “You’ll hold it for us, Nina, because we say so. You’ll keep that crown swelling between your folds until we’re finished.” She sobbed louder, her words dissolving into frantic moans as her body trembled.

Marcus’s thumb dragged across her clit, making her jerk against the ropes. “You’ll cum again before this one slips out, that’s how this goes.” She shook her head frantically under the blindfold, crying out, “No, please, it’s too much, my belly is tearing apart.” Jace pressed harder into her swollen dome, his cock grinding against her navel as he snarled, “Cum for us, Nina, cum while you’re stretched on that crown. Milk it with your pussy while it bulges out of you.”

Her cries rose higher, broken gasps and wild moans spilling over her lips. “Hhhhaaaahhh—ohhhhhnnnnhhh—ahhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Marcus pinched her clit between his fingers and she convulsed, her canal clamping around the swollen head. “That’s it, let go, give us that orgasm.” Her voice cracked into a scream, “I’m cumming, ahhhhnnnnnhhh—cumming—ahhhhhnnnnhhh—” The crown throbbed against her folds, her body surrendering with violent spasms.

All three men groaned at once, their voices overlapping. Denny snarled, “Good girl, cum while you split.” Jace hissed, “She’s squeezing it so tight, she’s made to crown like this.” Marcus growled, “Again, Nina, you’ll cum again before this one comes free.”

She cried out, thrashing under them, “Please, please, it’s too much, it’s going to rip me open.” Marcus’s hand slapped her clit, rubbing hard until she writhed with desperate sounds. “Hhhhuuuhhh—ahhhhnnnnhhh—ahhhhhnnnnnggghhh—” Her body seized again, another orgasm ripping through her as the massive head strained harder against her opening.

Marcus’s cock pressed into her folds, grinding over the crown as he muttered, “Now you’ll push it through with me buried inside you.” He thrust against her swollen opening, the crown forcing him back with each movement. “Bear down, Nina, push that monster out on my cock.” She screamed, her cries guttural. “It’s too big, it’s splitting me open, ahhhhnnnnhhh—help me—ahhhhhh—” Jace shoved down on her belly, snarling, “Push harder, make it drag against him.” Denny groaned as he stroked rough between her tits, “We’re going to watch you rip for us again.”

Her body convulsed, her breath tearing out in ragged pants. “Hhhhaaaahhh—ahhhhnnnnnhhh—nnnnggggghhhh—” The head edged forward, forcing Marcus out with a slick slip as her folds stretched wider. She sobbed, gasping, “It’s coming, I can feel it, it’s tearing me.” Marcus groaned at the sight, stroking himself as the swollen crown glistened between her thighs. “That’s it, Nina, stretch around it, give us that slow crown.”

The weight pressed harder, her body splitting around it, every inch a battle. Jace pressed her belly ruthlessly, holding her down while Denny twisted her nipples until she screamed. “Push, Nina, make us watch every inch,” Marcus growled, his voice thick. She wailed, “It's too biiiigggg ahhhhnnnnhhh—help me—ahhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Her body bowed, the head dragging forward until with a guttural shriek it burst free into Marcus’s waiting hands.

The shoulders followed slow, her canal clenching around them while she cried with relief. “It’s sliding out, ohhhhnnnnhhh—ahhhhhh—” Marcus guided the slick body into the open, holding it firm. She slumped against the ropes, panting, her voice broken. “So heavy, I can’t take anymore.” But her belly shifted again, the last weight dropping lower, already forcing down.

Her cries broke into sobs, “No, I can feel it, the third is coming, it’s moving down.” Marcus carefully placed the slick second baby in the bed beside its sibling, laying it gently near Nina’s side before his eyes turned back to her heaving belly. Jace pressed against her taut dome, his eyes wild. “Hold it for us, Nina, you’ll crown this one slower.” Marcus rubbed his cock against her overstretched folds, muttering filth, “You’ll give us every inch of this last one, feel it tear you apart.” Denny stroked himself over her breasts, his hand twisting her nipples. “We’ll watch you scream this last monster out.”

Her body trembled violently, sweat dripping down her face. “It’s too big, I can’t hold it, it’s already there.” She moaned raggedly as another contraction ripped through her, the third massive head swelling down into her canal. Her folds stretched again, trembling on the verge of another crown. Marcus looked down at her swollen sex and barked at the others, “Climb down the bed, boys, take turns filling her pussy before she crowns this last one.” Jace and Denny moved with eager grins, ready to obey as Nina writhed, sobbing through the ropes while they circled closer to her spread thighs.

Jace pressed into her first, his cock driving deep and forcing the swollen crown back inside her canal with a wet shove. Nina screamed, her belly surging under his thrust as he palmed her taut skin, rolling the weight beneath his hand. “So tight, Nina, you’re stuffed with my cock and that fat head together.” Her cries turned to broken sobs, “Ahhhhnnnnnhhh—stop—ahhhhnnnnhhh—so heavy—” while he pumped into her, holding her wide.

Denny shoved in when Jace pulled back, his cock filling her swollen channel and ramming the head deeper into her belly. She screamed through the blindfold, thrashing against the ropes. “It’s tearing me apart, ahhhhnnnnnhhh—too full—ahhhhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Denny groaned and rubbed her belly roughly, his fingers dragging across the cords of the first two babies still trailing from her. With a guttural snarl he spilled inside her, hips grinding before he yanked free, cum spilling from her folds. “You’re stuffed with all of us, Nina, your body made for this.”

Marcus growled as he forced himself into her next, his cock grinding hard against the trapped crown. “Feel me pin it down inside you, Nina, feel me rut you with that head jammed under my cock.” She wailed, her thighs trembling, “Ahhhhnnnnnhhh—I can’t—ahhhhnnnnhhh—so much—” while his hands roamed her massive dome, pushing hard as he fucked her. Jace leaned down and groaned, stroking the slick cord between his fingers. “She’s still tied to them, all three pulling her open.”

One after another they took turns, each driving into her and shoving the heavy head back deeper, their hands exploring her swollen belly, stroking over the cords still glistening from the births. Nina sobbed and moaned, her voice breaking, “Too full, it’s stretching me, I can’t hold it,” while they laughed and taunted, filling her again and again as her body fought against the relentless intrusion.

Marcus’s thrusts grew erratic as he pinned the crown with his cock, snarling as he spilled inside her. Her body convulsed violently, and his cum was shoved out with a wet rush as the swollen head forced his cock free. Nina cried out, “Ahhhhnnnnhhh—it’s forcing through—ahhhhhh—so heavy—” while her body bore down without mercy.

He pulled back to watch, stroking himself as the last of his cum spilled out of the massive baby and her birthing pussy, the head rapidly and painfully emerges through her folds, her body too spent to hold it back. Jace pressed his palm deep into her belly, groaning, “She’s pushing for us, don't think we can stop it now.” Denny moaned as he twisted her nipples harder, “Look at her split, she’s forcing it all out.”

Her canal stretched to its limit, the sac bulging slick and unbroken, shining with the pressure. Nina screamed hoarsely, her breath breaking between sobs, “It’s coming, ahhhhnnnnhhh—I can’t stop—ahhhhhh—” as the last massive baby pressed down, her body pushing it inch by inch into the open still encased in its caul.

With a guttural cry the sac tore free in Marcus’s hands, the slick newborn sliding into his grip while Nina slumped back, panting raggedly. Her body shook with exhaustion, the ropes creaking with each twitch of her limbs as the final weight left her belly.

Jace and Denny didn't waste any time, they leaned in instantly, latching onto her heavy leaking breasts, suckling like ravenous infants while their hands kneaded her swollen flesh. Nina sobbed and moaned under the assault, “Ahhhhnnnnnhhh—stop—ahhhhhh—too much—” but her nipples gushed into their mouths with every tug and pull.

Marcus dropped between her thighs, his mouth closing on her clit as his fingers plunged into her still spasming canal. “Cum some more Nina, I know you still got one more...” he growled hungrily against her battered folds. Her body convulsed as the overwhelming sensations broke her open again, a violent orgasm ripping through her as the massive afterbirth slid wetly from her, ejected by the force of her climax while the men devoured her trembling body.

When her shudders slowed Marcus barked at Jace to strip the blindfold away. Nina’s eyes blinked rapidly in the dim light, focusing on his face, her lips parting in disbelief. “Marcus... you were my husband's most trusted right-hand man,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice catching with recognition.

He smirked darkly and tilted her chin up so she could see the others looming over her. “You thought your husband loved you, Nina, but he sold you to us piece by piece. Every thrust, every scream, every birth was paid for by his betrayal. He carries our blood, not yours, and your father’s empire rots because of it.” Jace and Denny laughed low, their hands gripping her trembling body as Marcus leaned closer, his whisper sharp as a blade. “This is only the beginning.”

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Shr sauntered off the stage in a flowing summer dress that was bare around her bump. As she was exiting the limelight, a few audience members could have seen it change shape.

Cynthia's greatest skill wasn't her runway prowess. It was the mask of self-assured confidence she was able to put on for people. Her pace away from the public eye quickened to make it to her private dressing room.

She swung the door open and closed haphazardly and Cynthia's hands immediately went to her taut belly when she heard it slam shut behind her. Her stomach spasmed into a solid, misshapen sphere beneath her palm and her back locked up in kind.

“Ooooh~ fuuuuck noooo”

Baby wasn't just low in her hips, it was descending into her canal. She couldn't give in to push until she did her final outfit. Her waters broke just before the show was set to begin. She should've had more time and if she didn't do something about this she wouldn't get paid for the full show.

A desperate thought entered her mind. “I need to push it back in.”

Cynthia took a loose cloth from her table into her mouth, put a leg on the chair and stuck a free hand into her throbbing lips. She could hardly believe she was doing this, that it would take this much just to finish the show of her dreams.

She took a few deep breaths as she reached inside herself to feel the solid mass entering her canal. Then she pressed.

Cynthia growled into the fabric and her fingernails dug into her vanity table as she felt her baby slowly recede into her. Her body jerked and her belly contorted at the regression. It was wrong on all levels, but she needed to do this last walk. Even if it meant she was getting carted out of the dressing rooms screaming.

Cynthia held in the raw reaction she wanted to have as a contraction revolted against her own hand. The scream was held back to a muted moan with nothing but her determination and drive.

“Just hold on baby. I'll get you out soon,” She thought as she finally pushed the child snuggly in the confines of her womb.

“Hey, it's time for the last outfit, are you ready?” The agent called from beyond the door.

“Yes, as i'll ever be.”

~

Cynthia stood with the final line up of women for the showcase, stifling her labored breaths and pressing one hand into the underside of her stiff bump. Her last outfit was a scarlet and black maternity corset that was most certainly not designed to contain a dropped belly actively trying to expel a baby, baggy pants that wouldn't stop a crown if it came to it and high heels that caused her back more pain on top of the labor.

Her dresser, between nervous looks at her reddened belly and sweaty brow, had made the corset work with a bit of elbow grease. The corset had lifted her bump slightly off Cynthia's hips with the unfortunate side effect of squeezing her stomach tight. Her nose flared every few minutes during the wait to walk. The pressure was overwhelmingly low, telling her that her earlier resistance against the inevitable bought her little time.

She had to make the suffering worth it.

Cynthia wanted to crumble to the floor backstage every second she felt her worn cervix open around the head again. She wanted to spread her legs wide, to push, to scream. But this was her career on the line, she needed this more than anything.

Gravid model after model walked the stage in their stunning outfits, smiles gleaming, eyes bright, not a care in the world aside from the cameras and critics. Cynthia's composure degraded continually with the tight corset and her body working against her. Her body made her baby descend into her canal with a desperate haste that threatened to end Cynthia's night.

“Just a little longer. Just…need to do the walk,” Cynthia thought to herself.

Each step sent a rolling pain through her hips. She forced her gait narrow despite the baby pressing on her swollen lips and the firm fabric. Cynthia fought to keep her expression measured over the instinct to just gape and cry.

It was only at the end of the runway did she remember she'd have to pose. The first pose for the center audience made the head drop against her throbbing lips. The left of stage nearly saw her groan as the bulge started to expand. The right almost saw her pose dip as her contained belly seized against her. Facing forward for the final pose, the model knew her eyes at the very least dropped the mask of composure.

The baby's head was right there, parting the lips of her swollen crotch, hidden only by the baggy pants. When she turned to strut backstage, her hips no longer able to be drawn narrow, her gait was wide and her walk was awkward. Even her pace was hastened by the desperation of her own body.

“Hey, are you ok-”

“Fine!” Cynthia rushed past the lead stage hand and toward her dressing room. Worried looks from the designers and other models followed her widening waddle.

Not bothering to even close the door, Cynthia kicked off the heels and fell against her vanity for support. She dropped the pants and panties instantly and threw her head back to let out a beastial moan as she finally gave in. Cynthia's body jerked as the head popped out then seized when the shoulders spread her wide. She rose to the balls of her feet, fluid spurting onto the designer jeans with the force of her push.

Cynthia slowly dropped low to the floor as she continued to bear down until she finally felt the pressure give. Her baby fell into the heap of clothing and fluid emptied out in kind.

Your contractions had started this afternoon, the slow gentle tightening of your womb signalling our baby’s readiness to come into the world. But even with your contractions, we still put our black tie outfits on and went out this evening to the company awards show. You knew it was important to me and my career. Plus, neither of us could deny the thrill of having to ride out your contractions in such a public setting. 

“How are you doing darling?” I whispered in your ear after my boss and CEO walked away. 

“Mmmm… okay…. They’re getting a little stronger now though.” You said with a breathy moan, your hand naturally moving across the underside of your belly, rubbing the taut skin through the silk fabric of your dress. 

“Let’s quickly pop into the bathroom before we take our seats. I can check to see how you’re progressing.”  

With my hand around your waist I felt how much more you were waddling, a sign of how low the baby was sitting in the bowl of your pelvis. I squeezed your hip and took a long breath to try and control myself. 

In the single occupancy bathroom I quickly locked the door behind us. You found your way to the sink and braced against the bathroom counter, swaying your hips through another contraction. I growled at the sight, seeing you so gravid and fertile, your body doing something so powerful and natural. 

“You look incredible, my love.” I stood behind you, pressing my body against your backside and wrapping my arms around you to feel the firm and hard skin of your belly as it contracted. A low moan came from your lips as the wave reached its peak and I bent forward, my chest to your back, whispering in your ear to breathe. 

When the contraction had passed, I pulled up the fabric of your maroon silk dress, slowly up your thighs until I reached my destination. You moaned as I slipped my fingers inside, deep but gentle, knowing how sensitive you were during labour. 

“Wow darling…. You’re already at 7cm.” My words were thick with desire in your ear. “Do you think you can hold on for the rest of the evening?” 

You smiled at me through the reflection of the mirror, grinning with excitement. 

We made our way out the bathroom and found our seats for the dinner and awards ceremony. I could feel your breathing was heavier, your movements were slower, and I beamed with pride at how well you were doing. Everyone was in awe of your attendance this evening, being so advanced in your pregnancy, and yet nobody knew just how close you were to not being pregnant anymore. 

Our seats were in the middle of the hall, on a large round table with nearly a dozen other people. Some colleagues I knew, others I didn’t, all with their partners or spouses. Music was playing, waiters were bringing food to tables, drinks were flowing, the room was soon filled with conversation and laughter as people got progressively more drunk. All the while you sat beautifully beside me, joining in discussions and smiling brightly. My gorgeous wife, heavily pregnant, and secretly in active labour. 

Two courses into our meal you started to hum quietly beside me, shifting in your seat. My hand found your thigh, my thumb rubbing soothing motions across your leg over the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re doing great darling, just breathe through them. Not long now.” I purred in your ear, knowing that wasn’t true. The awards had just commenced, my boss and CEO taking the stage to begin proceedings, and like all previous company dinners I knew it would be a long evening. 

Contraction after contraction wracked your body, but you showed no obvious signs of discomfort. You’d gone a little quieter perhaps but your smile remained bright to everyone around us. Every now and then throughout the evening the room would erupt in obligatory applause as someone was granted an award or achievement from the company. During one of these moments my ears pricked, attuned to your sounds, and I heard a low moan slip from your parted lips. 

My arm wrapped around your shoulders, leaning in close, my breath caressing your neck. “Darling…. You okay?” I asked, concerned but unbelievably aroused. 

“Nngh… baby feels so low…” you whispered, spreading your legs a little under the table. 

I shivered, stuttering slightly with a husky voice “D-Do you need to push?” 

“N-no…. I’m okay just…. A lot of pressure—oooof” 

I kissed the side of your cheek affectionately, my hand still wrapped around your shoulders while the other squeezed your thigh. “You’re doing brilliantly, my love. Just keep breathing through them.” I shifted in my seat to hide my obvious arousal. The idea that you might start pushing right here in this venue was almost too much to bear. I took a long sip of my drink and focused back on the stage to distract myself. 

Half way through the awards, after all the food had been consumed leaving dessert plates and empty wine bottles littering the table, you suddenly reached out and gripped my thigh squeezing tight. I looked over to you with a mix of concern and excitement. You had slumped slightly in your seat, spreading your legs wider under the table and tilting your hips up, your breasts and belly rising and falling with your rapid breathing. 

“Breathe…. Breathe through it darling, we’re almost there.” I encouraged softly, my hand moving to rest upon your heavy belly sitting between your spread thighs, feeling the rock hard muscles beneath my fingers. You grunted a little, a sound I recognised, and my eyes nearly came out their sockets. 

“Don’t push darling… you need to hold it a little longer okay.” I tried to soothe you, but my heart was thumping in my chest and my insides were coiling with unbridled excitement. 

“M-my— waters—” you croaked, relaxing after the intense contraction. 

I looked down; from above your dress looked completely dry but when I felt underneath the top layer I felt the liquid that was now dripping down your inner thighs and onto the floor. Quickly grabbing my fabric napkin and yours, I dropped them under the table, putting one between your legs and the other on the floor to soak up the worst of it. 

“Shhhh… you’re okay my love. Looks like it’s nearly time, baby wants to meet us.” My hand moved possessively over your belly, my smile wide and beaming with pride. You smiled, your cheeks flushed a little, leaning closer to kiss me softly. 

“Can we go now?” You asked quietly, and I noticed the light sheen of sweat on your forehead. 

“Yes darling, you’ve done wonderfully. Let’s go and meet our new baby—”

Then my name very loudly echoed across the hall and all eyes were focused in our direction. The award. Shit. My boss was standing on stage, crystal award in hand, and everyone began to clap. 

“Damn— I erm— do I go—” my words fumbled from my mouth as I looked between you and the stage. You were absolutely full to the brim with our baby, so close to delivering…. But staying would mean you would have to hold on a little bit longer, and that thought sent a shiver up my spine. 

“Go sweetheart, go get your award.” You said affectionately, putting a hand on my cheek. 

“Are you sure? You’re incredible.” I kissed your lips, both of us basqued under a spotlight from the venue, and then I walked quickly up to the stage to receive my award. 

Looking out across the crowd my eyes were focused only on you. Sitting proudly at our table, your eyes beamed with joy as you clapped along with the rest of the room. Clearing my throat, trying to regain professional composure, I began my speech. Your eyes glistened with affection and pride, hanging onto my every word even though you had heard me practice this over and over again. 

Then I noticed a change in you, barely perceptible to anyone else but I knew your body better than my own. You tensed, your smiling expression now forced, and you had one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other moved to the underside of your belly. Fumbling my words I was utterly distracted watching you in the middle of the crowd, secretly riding out what looked like an intense contraction. I was in awe of you, still smiling and beaming with pride, while your body squeezed and contracted and opened for our baby. You’d never looked more beautiful. 

I regurgitated my well rehearsed speech, looking only at you, as if the rest of the room no longer existed. Your full and swollen bosom was rising and falling rapidly atop your large, firm belly, and you seemed to be panting silently through the wave. Minutes passed and contraction wasn’t letting you go, I was still talking and you were still squirming in your chair. I watched as you grit your teeth, gripping the sides of your chair and spreading your legs wider under the table. Your demeanor shifted, something had changed. I could see your jaw clamped, teeth almost bared, and your face was contorted with effort— 

Holy shit you were pushing!!! 

I gripped the podium in front of me, my hips twitching, the sight of you pushing nearly throwing me over the edge of ecstasy. Clearing my throat, I managed to continue my speech, all the while I watched you instinctively push right there in the middle of this formal event. I smirked as I got towards the end, where I very publicly thanked my beautiful pregnant wife. All eyes across the venue suddenly turned in your direction. I didn’t know what you’d do, whether you’d admit defeat and acknowledge your labour, or if you’d continued to hide the fact you were uncontrollably pushing…. 

To my surprise, your face broke into a wide gleeful grin as you waved at me on stage and blew a kiss across the room, amazingly keeping up appearances. But your legs were wide under the table, I could see from this position up on the stage just how far apart they’d spread. Was our baby crowning underneath that silk dress of yours? How close were they to coming out? How long could you keep up pretences before nature took full control?… 

I practically skipped off the stage back towards our table, the room clapping with obligatory applause. 

“You’re pushing.” I whispered in your ear as I bent down to kiss your cheek. 

“Mmmmh— couldn’t help it—” you growled a reply, equally as quiet but heavy with effort. 

“We can’t leave right now, everyone will be watching us.” I sat down in my chair beside you, slipping my arm around you and pulling you closer into an embrace. 

“I— I know—” you were panting, legs spread under the table, your hand gripping my thigh and digging your nails in. 

“How much longer can you hold on darling? How close is the baby?” My words were thick with excitement. 

“Baby… is low… but I don’t think… they’re crowning yet…. But-unhhhhhhhhhh-I can’t stop pushing—”

“Shhhhh… you’re doing brilliantly my love. If you can, try little pushes for now. We don’t know if you’re fully dilated and we don’t want you to tear.” I cooed, stroking your thigh that was spread open right against mine. 

As the next award was announced, I heard you grunting during the applause. You said the baby wasn’t crowning but those sounds you were making, your subtle movements, were all too familiar to me. We certainly weren’t going to make it home for this birth, and I doubted if we’d even make it to the car. And yet you gave me no signs of wanting to move, staring blankly up at the stage as your chest heaved and your belly contracted, silently pushing our baby closer to this world. 

“You’re doing wonderful darling, so incredible. Keep doing what your body tells you—”

“— I can feel the head—” you suddenly blurted out, twitching on your seat and pulling your legs together with an obvious grimace. 

“Let’s go, now while everyone’s distracted.” I put my arms around you, helping you out of your chair. You were trembling. 

“Mmmmmgh— it feels like the baby is gonna fall out—” you moaned under your breath, cradling your belly as you rose to your feet. 

I laughed a little, supporting your hips. “It’s not going to fall out sweetheart, you’ve got a lot more pushing to go yet.” I purred in your ear as I led you out the dinner hall, your legs were unsteady and your gait was obscenely wide. I had no idea what was going on under your clothing, how close the baby was to being born, which only made this whole situation all the more thrilling. 

Beyond the doors of the formal company dinner, the moan that came from your mouth was deep and guttural as you stopped to brace against a nearby wall. Palms to the flat surface your hips jerked backwards against me as you bore down uncontrollably. 

“Nnnnnghhh— ohhhhhh I can feel the head— starting to come out—”

I rubbed your back and hips, squeezing and providing counter pressure that I knew you’d need. “Try not to push too hard babe… we need to get you back to the car…” 

Realising the corridor was empty, all guests inside the dinner hall, I slipped a hand under the silk fabric of your dress climbing up your inner thigh to feel your progress. I didn’t even make it to your entrance as I felt the distinct bulge of your underwear, the head nestled so low it was pushing against your lower lips. 

“Oh fuck babe…. The head is right there…” I groaned, fingers running across the damp fabric of your cotton underwear. 

“Nnnnnghh— I know— I can feel it— trying to come out—” you huffed, your fingers curling against the wall as your body continued to bear down without your permission. 

“Hold on a bit longer— we need to get you to the car.” I tried to plead with you but I knew you were not the one in control here. We were at the mercy of Mother Nature. We played a dangerous game and I just hoped I could get you somewhere private. 

“I don’t know if I can make it—”

“What do you need darling? What do you want to do?” I groaned into your ear, my body flushed behind you, my hands still under your dress between your legs. 

“Nnnnghh— hold it in— while I push—” you spluttered as you widened your stance, preparing for another push.

My hand moved, cupping your womanhood with my palm. “I’ve got you baby— do what you need to do—” I could barely contain my excitement at what was happening. My body tensed in time with yours and I felt the bulge against my palm grow as you pushed, the first sliver of our baby starting to part you from within. 

“Keep going, my love, I won’t let them come out too fast.” 

Your sounds were deep and gravelled and primal, but not loud enough to draw the attention of anyone inside the venue. One… two… three grunting pushes against my palm and the baby hadn’t made much progress. Thankfully. 

“Ohhhh— okay— it’s passed—” you croaked, pushing yourself away from the wall and catching your breath. 

“Are you ready to try walking to the car again?” My hand moved up and down your lower back affectionately, keeping you supported. 

You nodded, running a hand over the full swell of your belly. “Yes, let’s keep moving. But we need to go slow… the head is right there, just inside of me.” 

Growling at your statement, I wrapped my arm around your waist to support you as we both walked slowly down the corridor. “I know darling, it’s really close. Our little one is very eager to meet us.” I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, looking down at you with that full belly, your bow-legged walk, on the cusp of giving birth at any moment. 

We made it out of the venue but on the steps out the front of the building you abruptly stopped and grabbed the railing, bending your knees and grunting with an uncontrollable push. 

“Oh darling…” I quickly moved my hands to your hips to support you as your body bore down instinctively. “This one really is in a hurry. Just go with it, but we need to get you to the car soon.” 

You shuddered and almost mooed with the effort of your push, your body taking full control in this moment in a desperate bid to expel our baby from your womb. Over and over again you pushed. I couldn’t move my hands to check your progress, they were supporting all your weight at this moment. We were halfway down the steps outside the venue and nowhere near our car, a far cry from the privacy I wanted for our child’s birth. 

You grunted with each push, the sound sending all the blood in my body to my crotch. I knew from our previous births just how hard you were pushing, knowing the baby was probably slipping forward and back under your dress with each push. “Sweetheart…. Are we going to make it back to the car?” I asked nervously, feeling your knees bend a little more, your hips lowering slightly. 

“Nnnnnghhh—don’t know— it’s definitely— starting to c-c-c-crown—!” You groaned between pushes. 

When the contraction finished you were gasping for air as you twisted from the railing and sagged into my arms. “My…. My knickers… seem to be keeping the baby… from coming out….” Your voice was a caressed whisper against my chest. 

“You’re doing amazing, my love. You’re an incredible goddess.” I said, kissing the top of your head and holding you and your swollen belly against me. “Do you want to keep going? Or are we having this baby right here?” 

The look you gave me was filled with both pleasure and pain, your eyes glistening with dark enjoyment. “Let’s— keep going— I can hold them in….” 

I took this moment between contractions to feel your progress, my hands running from you hip down your leg and up under your dress. Your body shivered when I reached the apex of your thighs. 

“Are you sure about that, my love?” I asked with a teasing arch of my eyebrows as my fingers brushed over your underwear. “That’s not just you I can feel…. The baby’s head is really starting to crown.” 

“I- I know—” your words were breathy and husky, and I could tell you were feeling extremely full right now. 

“And you think you can walk all the way across the car park with a baby between your legs?” My fingers gently stroked circles on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

You nodded, but your face grimaced with another contraction and you started to pant against my chest, squeezing my shoulders. 

“You want to push again, don’t you sweetheart?” 

You nodded against me. 

“But you don’t want to give birth right here?” 

You shook your head. 

My hand then moved back over the partially crowned head in your underwear, cupping the sphere and holding it in place.

“Shhh… it’s okay I got you. Push baby…. You can push now….” I growled into your ear as I wrapped my arm around your waist while the other was cupped between your legs. “Push right against my hand— that’s it— I’ll keep you from crowning fully…” 

It felt like your entire body was quaking against me as you submitted to your body’s instincts and bore down right against my palm. The sounds you made were animalistic and feral, it was music to my ears. You pushed for another minute and a half, with each one I could feel the pressure from the baby’s head pressing more and more against my palm. Eventually you were released from the contraction, breathing heavily and barely able to stand. 

“Let’s…go….before…the…next one…comes…” you whispered, exhausted but clearly aroused.