Secrets Told

193: Imagine being a pregnant woman watching another woman give birth on the subway.

Back at it again with Hixorkicks. I finally got the inspo to do this one, dunno if anyone else has done it. Either way, enjoy!

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I could tell she was in labor from the moment she got on.

She was holding her round belly like her hands were the only thing keeping it there, waddling on so slowly with her legs awkwardly parted. She was sweating and leaking through her loose green dress, her face already flushed with the effort of getting on. She was panting, trying to have it come across as typical full-term tiredness, but I could see how much she was barely holding it together. I already knew exactly what stop she was getting off at, and I knew she wasn’t going to make it there.

She had a big contraction right as she sat down. I could see the muscles tense under the fabric, expanding forward and then contracting harshly. Her hands gripped her purse as she leaned her head back, trying to breathe through it. My hands moved down to the belly in my lap, feeling a short sympathy pain. I was 30 weeks along, so close to the finish line yet so far. I barely felt like I could breathe with the baby sitting right up in my lungs, but at least I could breathe better than this poor woman. She was losing control pretty fast.

She was merely one week away from her due date, as she waddled towards the doors of hell. At least that’s what it felt like as she anticipated hours upon hours of shopping. Her back was already aching, and she hadn’t even entered the department store yet.

Lara and her husband Ivan were expecting their first child. They were in the process of moving into their dream house. Unfortunately the moving car they’d hired had crashed earlier that week. No one was injured in the accident and their insurance covered the cost for their destroyed possessions, but here they were, one week before her due date, without a single thing for the baby. Or for themselves, for that matter - even their bed had been in that truck.

”Are you sure you don’t want to wait in the car?” asked Ivan, giving her a worried look. He had offered multiple times to just go himself, but she couldn’t just leave him to make all the decisions about their future furniture. The only furniture he’d owned before they got married was a wooden table and a ratty old pullout couch - to her great despair that couch was the only thing to survive the move - so she didn’t have much confidence in his furniture-picking abilities.

”I’ll be fine”, she said with more confidence than she actually felt, before striding determinately towards the doors of the department store. They had already spent over an hour in the car getting here, and her back was cramping painfully from the journey. Best thing to do was just to get it over with.

She started with a bathroom break, frowning when there was a bit more fluid than expected. It wasn’t gushing, though, so she convinced herself that it was nothing to worry about. With how much the baby had dropped, maybe it was pressing harder on her bladder than she’d thought. She dried herself, pulled up her leggings and adjusted her maternity top. She would totally be fine for a few hours of furniture shopping.

Lara and Ivan spent the better part of two hours walking past rows and rows of furniture. Lara kept one hand pressed to the small of her back as she waddled next to her husband. The back pain was getting really bad, hitting her in waves, each one worse than the last. The baby felt heavy in her pelvis, the head practically resting on her cervix. All that pressure was messing with her body - she felt like she really needed to take a dump.

”Bathroom break”, she murmured to Ivan, before waddling off towards the closest sign.

As she sat down on the toilet, she felt a lot of fluids leave her body, but not really anything else. The pressure had eased up, though, so she figured maybe she’d just really needed to pee. She washed her hands, staring at her sweaty disheveled appearance in the mirror. After a moment of leaning against the sink, she took a deep breath and headed for the door.

Ivan was watching her intently as she left the bathroom. ”Are you okay?” he asked, a worried wrinkle between his eyebrows.

”I’m fine. Just a backache.”

He didn’t seem to believe her and kept throwing her worried glances as they walked on.

That feeling of pressure that had dissipated in the bathroom, was returning with a vengeance. She pressed a hand against the underside of her belly, trying to lift the weight of her baby from her poor hips. She couldn’t really feel that tell-tale hardness of the baby’s head through her skin, even at the bottom of her belly, making her wonder if it was actually resting completely in the bowl of her pelvis. As she was contemplating this, another wave of back pain swept through her, making her belly cramp uncomfortably.

This latest cramp made the pressure drastically intensify and she was hit with a nagging suspicion that maybe this was labor. She tried to ignore it as the baby’s head slowly pushed through her dilated cervix, the pain and pressure shifting downwards with it. She had to be imagining this. Her due date wasn’t for another week.

Unconsciously she widened her stance as her contracting muscles squeezed the baby downwards. She struggled to keep her composure as the pressure grew, and with it came this terrible urge. The need to push was growing every second she continued to try to deny her labor. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now. Yet her body desperately wanted to push this baby out. Right this second.

”Lara? What’s wrong?”

Her husband’s voice sounded so far away as she focused on the sensations of her body, the tensing of muscles, the pressure, the stretching. The baby was inching downwards through her birth canal with every clenching of muscles. She spread her legs without really meaning to, her body locking up in her first real push. The baby pressed downwards faster with her help, the head stretching her birth canal wide.

The hand pressed to the bottom of her belly sneaked downwards, encountering her bulging crotch. She wasn’t quite crowning yet, but the baby’s head pressing down was changing the shape of her vagina, making it bulge outwards. With another contraction, another push, a burning feeling was joining the pain and pressure already between her legs. She moaned softly as her lips started to take the shape of a teardrop, the top of her baby’s head pressing out into her panties.

She moved her other hand down between her legs, exploring the growing bulge in her leggings. She could distantly hear voices around her, yelling, a far away mixture of sounds and movements. They weren’t important. Someone’s hand closed around her arm, pulling. She could vaguely distinguish her husband’s voice from the sea of background noise. She snarled at him, making him back away. She didn’t want anyone close right now. It was just her, and her body, and her baby.

She spread her legs more, squatting down a bit as she pushed again. Her legs quivered as she felt her lips slowly stretching around the top of the baby’s head. By the feeling of how much her crotch was bulging, she knew she still had ways to go. It was a very big baby.

She groaned as the burning feeling turned into a violent throbbing, the baby’s skull slowly inching downwards as her lips strained. Her clothes were pulled tight over the bulge, barely clinging to her hips. She rubbed softly over the stretched fabric, accidentally brushing against her clit. A surge of pleasure shot through her, making her throw her head back and moan. She started rubbing the little nub slowly, some of the pain transforming into pleasure. Intense, painful pleasure - but pleasure all the same.

The next contraction caught her off guard, making her sway slightly from the force of cramping muscles. She took a deep breath and bore down, feeling her nether lips thin and stretch as the baby slowly started to properly crown. With an agonizing slowness the head inched forwards, filling her hands and straining her clothes to the limit. It stopped at a full crown, her body thrumming with pain and pleasure and a desperate need to get this baby out.

She continued to ignore her surroundings as she circled her hips, trying not to push as she gave her body time to stretch. Her hand went back to her clitoris, rubbing through the soft fabric of her leggings. The poor leggings were stretched as far as they wood go. She pushed hard with the next contraction. No matter how much she tensed and strained, the head stayed at a full crown, her burning lips and straining clothes keeping it in place.

She sunk lower into her squat, shoving her hips forwards with the next push. The head stayed lodged were it was, but her vagina was throbbing with pain and pleasure around it. She whined and rocked her hips from side to side in an attempt to get it unstuck. The bulge in her leggings was massive, witnessing about the size of her baby. She must truly be a sight to behold.

Strange hands were touching her, trying to pull down her leggings. She didn’t like it, but she allowed it, realizing that her bottoms needed to come off for her to be able to deliver. With the way her legs were spread they didn’t have much luck getting them off, but they did manage to loosen the garment slightly.

As the next contraction hit, she battered them away again and bore down with a guttural yell. The head shifted slightly against her bruised lips, but still couldn’t seem to move passed them. She pressed down against her clitoris, the violent jolt of pleasure causing her to tense in another push. Her thighs shook as she worked against her own body, trying to push a too big baby through a too small opening. She pinched her nub again, pushing with the clenching pressure that followed. Despite the pain, she was suddenly very close to orgasming.

She circled her hips again, the weight of the baby resting against different parts of her vagina as she moved. Her fingers worked furiously at her clitoris, the pulses of pleasure almost making her knees give out as she pushed with each one.

And then, finally, as she shoved her hips forwards and pushed with all her might, the head shot forwards and the found herself orgasming violently as it popped out.

The rest of the world rushed back into focus, sounds and voices and her husbands arms. She collapsed into them, no longer able to keep upright. The baby’s head dangled uncomfortably between her legs, but she no longer wanted to keep control of the birth. She wanted someone to take her pants off and get the baby out.

”Get it out!” she sobbed into her husbands neck, shifting uncomfortably as she felt the baby start to turn.

Ivan murmured encouragements in her ear as she felt something cold touch her leg. A backwards glance revealed a paramedic behind her, in the process of cutting her leggings off. She leaned against her husband as she felt them check for a chord around the baby’s neck and telling her to push. She tried, moaning as the shoulders wouldn’t budge.

”You’re almost done”, her husband murmured in her ear. ”Baby, you’re so close.”

She nodded into his neck, gathered all remaining energy, and pushed as hard as she could. One shoulder eased out, then another. A  strange sliding sensation and a rush of emptiness, as the paramedic pulled the baby from her body. A rush of fluids followed it, drenching her utterly ruined pants. Her body shook, Ivan the only thing still keeping her upright. Around her people gawked and pointed their cellphone cameras her way as the baby gave a loud wail.

”It’s a girl! Lara, we have a daughter!”

Her husband was crying and laughing at the same time, while Lara stared numbly at the crowd gathered around them.

”Lara, look! She’s beautiful!”

(if people like this I can think of lots more to write in this scenario! So I hope everyone likes it)I hated my office job, so I wasn’t too sad when I got laid off. A new daycare was opening on the other side of town so I thought I’d apply - I love kids and wanted some of my own one day. But it wasn’t a normal sort of daycare. I thought they seemed weirdly obsessed with health screenings and drug tests and stuff but I didn’t find out why until my first day.

I don’t really know how the technology works. It’s all very secret and patented and all kinds of things. They just told me a lot about how safe it was. All I know is, you get in one pod thing, and a pregnant woman gets in the other, and you’re both strapped in in all kinds of places, and when the technician has finished pushing buttons you’re the one who’s pregnant. Then she can go off and do what she wants - like go on a flight, or get drunk, or just feel normal for a while - and at the end of your shift she takes her baby back.

They charge these women a lot so the pay is good, and the facilities are fantastic - you can’t leave the site while you’re carrying, but they have hotel rooms if you need to stay over, and all your meals are provided (it’s very heavy on the health food but that’s okay).

Some of the staff don’t stay very long - they say it’s ‘too weird’, or they just hate being pregnant. But I love it! I didn’t realise I would. I don’t want an actual baby right now, but I love feeling pregnant, especially since I don’t have to do anything but enjoy it. I love having a round belly to stroke, I know I look really cute, and I love feeling the babies move around. I’ve worked here six months now. I’m only scheduled to work three days a week - the pay is that good that you can easily manage on that - but I come in most days. The manager knows she can always call me if they’re busy.

And who needs a day off when I’m being paid to spend all evening watching TV! The client has gone to her best friend’s bachelorette party, and was talking very excitedly about how drunk she was going to get, so I’m here overnight, and possibly overnight tomorrow as well (she won’t take her baby back until her blood alcohol level is low enough). Right now I’m eight months pregnant.

And I feel great. I’m sitting up in the bed, with a big pile of pillows behind me, watching a movie. I’ve got a delicious smoothie. And I’ve got my pajamas on, but they don’t really fit, with the waistband tucked down under my huge belly and the top folded up under my breasts. I can feel the baby kicking and wonder if it knows it’s somewhere new.

I put the smoothie down and stroke my hands over my belly. At first it was so strange to me, being suddenly very pregnant, but now I’m used to it. I love when my skin feels so tight and stretched. Third trimester transfers are definitely my favourite.

“It’s okay, baby,” I say. “I’m just the babysitter. Mommy will be back soon.” It kicks me again and I feel the skin stretch slightly at that point. “You should be glad you’ve got plenty of room in there,” I said. “Sometimes it gets crowded.”

The first couple of months I worked here they just gave me one baby at a time. Once I was used to that I started getting more. If it’s just one first trimester baby you hardly notice it at all - you don’t get as sick as the actual mother, I don’t know why, just sometimes a little bit. Two or three and you start to show. The most babies I’ve carried at once was five, but that was only for an hour or so until one client returned (I asked the technician how she was sure she gave people their right baby back and she went on a long speech about DNA tagging that I didn’t understand, I just hope she gets it right every time!). I was pretty big then, bigger than this, I think two of those babies were second trimester and three first. I felt so full, it was fantastic. Since then we haven’t been so busy, and we’ve had some new staff. A few of them are talking about quitting, though, so maybe we’ll be short-staffed again soon.

I hope so. If I’m here a couple of days with this baby there’s a good chance they’ll give me another. I stroke my belly again, trying to push it forward even more. I think about that day I carried five babies. The manager called me up, sounding seriously stressed, because only one other staff member had turned up and she had a dozen clients booked in. When I got here and went into her office I could see what she meant - she was leant back in her chair, barely able to reach her desk over her belly, that was clearly stuffed full. That’s how I know we’re really busy - she’s so dedicated and hates to turn anyone down! She did have to make a couple of walk-ins wait until some clients had collected their babies. I’m sure I could have fit one more. Maybe I’ll manage six another time.

I’m in luck tonight. The movie has just finished and I’m thinking about taking a bath when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Hi, Cathy,” my manager says. Sometimes she wears a suit but tonight she’s in uniform - a tight, stretchy purple t-shirt and black leggings - and when I look, sure enough she has a medium-sized bump under her top. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m great,” I say, because I am. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could do me a favour,” she said. “Mel has called in sick and -”

“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m here anyway.”

“It’s a single pregnancy, 21 weeks. I’d take it myself but I have a lot of running about to do. Can you manage?”

“Sure, no problem.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

My manager sighs. “Oh, you’re a star. Come on, then,” and she helps pull me up from the bed. I’m already so big that getting up is a problem. I think about how much bigger I’ll be in a few minutes and bite my lip in anticipation.

It takes me a few minutes to waddle along to the transfer room. A nervous-looking pregnant woman watches me strap myself in. “Is this okay?” she says. “If she’s already, you know…”

“It’s fine,” the technician assures her. “We do this all the time.”

I close my eyes. I pulled my pajama top down over my belly when I left my room but it barely stretches. I adjust it surreptitiously so that it doesn’t suddenly ping up or tear when the transfer happens. I should have changed back into my uniform (that top really is SUPER stretchy) but it’s hard when you’re already huge.

“Here we go,” the technician says, and I sigh as I feel my belly stretch that much more. The fabric of my pajama top is stretched super tight now, so tight I can hardly breathe. When I get back to my room I’m going to take it off.

The client leaves, thanking everyone profusely for ‘fitting her in’. “Did you manage to fit her in, Cathy?” the tech says after she’s gone. I just about manage to reach round my massive belly. “I think so,” I said. “Wow, that’s more than I thought it would be.”

“You’re so good at this,” she says, taking my arm and helping me waddle back to my room. “I wish we had a whole team just like you.”

“You’ve never been tempted to give it a go?” I ask. She laughs.

“I’m the only one who knows how to work the machine! I can’t do it to myself. Although she’s tried to talk me into it, I’m not sure. It looks pretty uncomfortable.”

“I actually love it,” I confess. “I’d love to see how many babies I can carry at once.”

“Really?” she looks at me thoughtfully. “What’s your record so far?”

“Five.”

“I’ll look at the bookings. See what I can do.” She grins at me as she opens my room door and helps me inside. “If that’s what you want. Now get some rest.”

In the kingdom of the forest there are many parts of the kingdom, but the part most love to visit is the queens forest. There the trees are as tall as churches, it is told there is a wishing tree that will only show it’s self to the pure of heart. Leo had gone to the queens forest looking for such a tree, he had hoped to find a woman more wonderful then words.  

On his search he found a broken down cart, he stopped to help them. The man whom he helped was gruff and smelt of beer, he didn’t seem to be thankful to Leo at all. Then Leo noticed a woman was at the back of the cart, she had her hands tied together and her ankles were bound to the cart.

“You looking at my song bird?” said the gruff man “this creature is going to make me my fortune, she can’t speak but can sing. I don’t think she’s human, anyway I’m selling her too a freak show.”

Leo looked at the woman again, she was extraordinarily beautiful. The woman would be treated like an animal at the freak show, he couldn’t let it happen. He had not enough gold to buy her off him, but he couldn’t leave her.

Whilst the man was trying to fix the cart he approached her, “do you want to come with me?” She looked at him for a second and then nodded, “Okay then you gotta trust me”. He then did something crazy, he picked her up and ran to his own cart and threw her in. He jumped in and made the horse go as fast as it could, he laughed as they went fast out of the queens forest. They kept going and going, Leo unbound the woman. She had a thin body, long white hair and her skin was covered in small pail scales. As soon as her hands were untied, she used them to hold on to the cart.

When they made camp that evening he realised she used her hands to communicate, he watched and though trial and error she taught him each letter of the alphabet so she could spell words to him. He smiled learning her name was Sill, she had never known her family, that she had been waiting for someone to rescue her. Each day he practised learning signs until after a year they were fully able to communicate, he never asked a thing from her. Which made her feel blessed, she showed him her singing voice in her own time.

It was inevitable that they had fallen in love, and now a year from the day he had stolen his bride she looked in the mirror. Her thin body was temporarily gone, in it’s place was a round belly that had taken nine months to grow. She softly guided her hands over the belly that had been slowly swelling, smiling at the small nudge that came from inside.

Though what followed was a painful cramp, she had been experiencing these all morning. Both her and her love knew it meant the child would be coming soon, she held the underside of her massive bump as she moved around the tent. They had decided that they both preferred the travellers life, so even when knowing they setting down they chose not to even settle in one place.

People never seemed to get used to Sill, always stopping looking at either her rounded out midsection or her scaled skin. But her Leo always knew how to make her feel desirable, especially when he found out she was with child. He loved that her belly held there baby, and he loved to play with her chest when it became heavy with milk. Though her breasts were often aching from being so full, often milk would be leaking from the nipples.

On her way to where Leo would be chopping wood for the fire, a stronger cramp squeezed her child filled belly. She had to stop for a moment, the contraction swelled within her before releasing her. 

As she got to the flaps of the tent she kicked a bucket to got Leo’s attention, he turned from chopping wood. “Contraction” she signed then beat her fingers together to show how rapid they were. He put down the axe and came over to her, her slide a hand around her back in case he needed to steady her. Into his shoulder she let out a musical moan and winced, “Pressure” she signed “too much, feel me explode maybe”.

He laughed into her hair “you are not gonna explode”. She gasped holding the bottom of her belly, each powerful contraction was increasing in pain. But then there was a soft pop, her waters trickles out of her.

She smiled though the pain, “I said” was all she had to sign. She liked being right, and Leo laughed. He guided her back inside the tent, now that her water had broke she felt the prime urge to push her child out take over. The pressure build up within her again, but this time she knew there was something she could do about it. She didn’t know what to expect, she had never met her mother. Human women had told her the pain would be unbearable, she hoped that she would be able to cope. She felt another surge of pressure take her, Leo took her to the mats where they slept. As he lowered her down she gave her first push, her body was tense awaiting the pain to increase. But to Sill’s surprise there was no pain, just pleasure. She realised that the pain had stopped the moment her water had broke, all she felt was pressure and the urge to push. It seemed that when she did it felt good, very good in fact. 

She felt her insides stretch as her birth canal filled with her child, she took Leo’s hand and pulled him to the mat. “Pushing feels good” she signed to him, “pain not here”.

“That’s amazing” Leo said, as she pushed again the faces of pleasure remind him of when they made love. She smiled as she panted, they found themselves locking lips. Milk started to dribble out of her breasts, making her dress damp. He helped her take it off, she looked like a angel. 

The only aches she felt were those of pleasure, she could feel the child slipping down and reaching her lips. They had become puffy and moist ready to birth the child, as the head pushed against it the lips gave way easily revealing the head slightly. 

“I can see our child emerging” Leo said and Sill smiled, she knew that she would want to have many more children after this orgasmic birth. She had never felt so utterly full, she never wanted this feeling to end. But the pressure guided her to keep pushing, Leo stayed between her legs watching the head become more visible. He could see the child had dark hair like his own, she felt herself open wider than she ever had before. 

The head was bulging from her body, her child was eager to be born. Sill need to give in and bring this life into the world, no matter how much she enjoyed the sensations. The head felt huge, but it all felt so good. She leaned forward and kissed Leo one again and then kissed his neck and kept moving down. Is this happening he wondered, would they start to make love whist she was birthing his child? She removed his shirt and leaned against his chest, Leo stroked her hair.

Sill widen her legs trying to give her child room to emerge, she couldn’t gasp as the head inched forward into a full crown. Leo brought her into a better position to birth the child, Sill reached between her legs and felt the bulging head between her legs. She could feel how tight her feminine lips were, she was so full so tight. As surprisingly enjoyable this was it was no less exhausting for her, the pushing and the orgasms was draining her energy.  Sill gave a mighty push and the whole head slipped free, she felt a urge within her make her want to deliver the child quickly. She followed the urge and the shoulders bulged forward, filling her even more. She was blinded by pleasure, but Leo was ready. One shoulder slipped free, then the other. As the body slid forward Leo caught there little boy as amniotic fluid gushed out with him, there was no umbilical cord attached to the child so Leo handed the baby over to Sill. She brought the newborn to her chest and let him feed, as she looked down at him happiness swelled in her chest.

He had dark curls that matched Leo’s, his father look at him proudly. “You did it you amazing woman”

 We had been driving for over an hour now, and I could feel my massive nine month stomach starting to ache from contractions. I uncomfortably kept moving around trying to distract my self from what clearly was the start of my labour. Jamie was driving the car, unaware of the pains I had been experiencing all day. He still had an erection from what I had caused when we left the hotel and the thought of what he was expecting when we got excited him once again. A contraction ripped through me, which this time I could not hide. ‘Ahh,’ I let out a moan that quickly caused concern from Jamie.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“We need to get to the closet hospital; I think I’m going into labour!”

He looked at my bulging stomach that stood out more in the tight fitting dress I was wearing. I suddenly realised how constricting the dress felt on me now and had the urge to remove it, allowing the baby to move down.

“How far away is the nearest hospital? I need to get these clothes off”

“Ages away, were in the middle of no where remember!”

Looking around me I could see nothing but countryside and what frightened me most was the fact that we were the only car I could see for miles.

“I need you to help me undress; I can feel another contraction coming”

“What here!?”

But before I could answer the question I was panting deeply as the contraction came quickly and this time I had started to moan loudly. “Uhh fuck! This baby is coming!”

Jamie pulled over quickly on the side of the road and started to undo my dress, revealing my entire nine month belly. He had always loved my new pregnancy form, and even now his own bulge was starting to grow further at the sight of me nude in the car. The sight of this was turning me on and I was desperate for anything to help relive the pain I was going through.

He felt through my wet pants and started playing with my clit, whilst doing so I let out a long moan at the pleasure and relief I was feeling. I pushed myself further down the seat so that my hips were more flat, and got ready for the next contraction to take its hold. “Owww!” As it did the muscles in my stomach visibly tightened and Jamie sped up whilst getting himself close to an orgasm too.

“Put your dick in me” I demanded as the contraption came to an end.

“Do you think it’s safe?”

“It will be fine, Please I need to ride you”

We did this through a couple more contraptions, feeling my tight vagina grip around him inside me. I had got to the point where I couldn’t handle it anymore as the contraptions were getting more and more painful and more importantly closer together. I completely removed my soaking wet underwear from around my ankles and felt down to the opening of my vagina. To my disappointment I couldn’t feel anything yet. The pressure in my lower back was getting unbearable and soon I would know I needed to push.

“Babe maybe we should get you onto the back seat, give you more room to open your legs and get rid of some pressure”

He was right, I needed room to stretch and lay back as I knew the baby would soon be crowning. Jamie helped me to stand up out of the car and as soon as I had done a big gush of fluids came out off me.

“Oh my god! Owww my waters have broken!” I bent over in pain that shot through my stomach making me nearly drop to my knees with only Jamie to support me.

“It’s ok stay calm that was what the pressure probably was. But it means we haven’t got long babe”. I stayed in that position for a more minutes feeling the baby drop lower. Jamie got me onto the back seat, where I led back and spread my legs as wide as possible. Less than a minute later another contraption ripped through me, making me grab the seat as I arched my back in pain. ”Get it out! I can’t do this anymore”. I was in agony, in the middle of no where. Sweating as each contraption took it out of me. I really didn’t think I could carry on much longer.

“You’re doing it, you need to carry on ok, and you’re so close” I led back and closed my eyes for a few moments taking in what Jamie was saying. Before I knew it my body was giving me another contraption and this time I felt the sudden urge to push.

“Uhhhh-owww!” I yelled. “I need to push, I can feel it coming”

“Really! Oh God!”. Jamie got a spare top out of the back and led it under me with a couple of others ready for the baby. I pushed down hard with the contraption, screaming as I could feel the baby moving towards my opening. I reached down and felt a bulge that was dripping wet from earlier.

I was crying with pain and Jamie was frantically wiping away the fluids from the bulge that was continually getting bigger on it’s own.

“Uhh fuck it’s nearly here, it’s going to tear me!”

“No it won’t just go slow ok. Take your time and calm down. Breathe through the gaps”

I took in deep breathes, but all the time could feel the baby moving further down without my control. I took in a big breathe and pushed so hard downwards, the baby started to crown.

“Owwwwww! Oh god it’s burning! I can’t hold it in any longer”

“Don’t then; come give a really big push! I can see the top of the head”

I pushed harder then ever, bringing the baby out. I felt down again and felt the head nearly out. I took deep breathes trying not to tear my already stretched vagina. Jamie was gently trying stretching me himself as he could see how the baby was pushing through where I wasn’t ready.

“Oh I’m going to tear soon! The baby is too big” I screamed out loud trying not to push any longer to give myself time to stretch. However whilst doing so the baby began to go back in as I no longer had the strength to hold it there. “Just give little pushes babe to hold it there, but be careful not to go to far”

I put my chin to my chest and did what he said, but this time the baby wouldn’t move. I was getting tired and didn’t have the strength to push it out anymore. My vagina was stretched to the limit and I was so hot and drained.

“Don’t give up now babe! You need to push harder to get it out now, forget the tearing it needs to come out!

I looked at Jamie who was in a panicked state, pushing down on my stomach to try and move the baby. I gathered all the strength I had and started to bear down once again. The baby moved into the same position it was before but this time I pushed it out further till the head was hanging out. I quickly got myself into a squatting position on the back seat, holding onto the passenger seat for support.

“The worst parts over with now, you got the head out. So just keep going”

I listening to him and pushed down again feeling the baby hanging out of me. He was starting to gather the clothes ready to wrap the baby in but felt myself push the baby further out.