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Outside, a couple of ranch hands are working on a task. When you glance over at them, you suddenly make eye contact with one and your stomach flip-flops. He had been hired recently, shortly after you turned 18. He’s strong, bearded, so masculine and yet incredibly gentle. No man has ever impacted you the way he did; just hearing his voice is enough to make your panties damp.

Apparently he felt the same. Three months ago, just days after you first met him, you were alone in the barn and then, suddenly, his cock was buried deep into your tight pussy while his lips burned your throat. He took your virginity so ferociously and yet so lovingly. If your family wasn’t so active right now with the business, you would sneak away with him every afternoon to make love to him again and again.

But for now, you can do nothing but look at him wordlessly. When he disappears from your view, you suck in your stomach again to alleviate the discomfort from the stitches of your dress digging into your waist.

--

Two weeks later, your dresses are tighter than ever. You frequently find yourself in front of the mirror with your hand on your middle. It’s not just you who’s noticed; even your mother has commented on the fact that you’ve gained some weight.

Later that week when everyone’s too busy to pay attention to you, you head down to the barn. There’s nobody else there except for you and the animals -- or at least that’s what you think at first. Before too long, you discover the ranch hand there, shirt pulled taut over his muscles, eyes smiling warmly at you -- and then, all over again, you’re pressed up against the wall with your skirt hoisted up and his cock pounding against your cervix. Your pussy is so slippery that you might be embarrassed if it was anybody but him. He fucks you from behind, rubbing your hands up and down your belly, over and over and over, until he leans forward and murmurs in your ear, “Are you pregnant?”

You come so hard that you see stars.

--

You had to run away together. The most powerful rancher in the state would never allow his eldest daughter to be knocked up by a worthless ranch hand. Truth be told, you would much sooner give up your family than give him up.

The escape comes late one night, shortly after your parents became suspicious of your growing belly. Before too many questions are asked, though, you slip out of the front door and into the night with your ranch hand. For a while, you travel around. Within a few weeks, he finds a small, secluded cabin and a place to work. You’re never mentioned to anyone to avoid any chance of running back into your father.

For the next number of months, you play darling little housewife with the ring. Despite the solitude, you find it incredibly fulfilling. You have chores to do at home and some pets he had gifted to you to take care of. And, most importantly, each morning you admire your growing belly. Soon enough, you’re so big that it’s difficult to move. You try to do chores and find that you’re quickly out of breath. The baby inside of you wiggles around and kicks you nonstop. Your back aches and your feet ache and it’s hard to breathe and you have to piss all the time and yet you love every second of it. You love to stand naked in front of the mirror and look at your swollen stomach, pink and rippled with stretch marks. It’s hanging low now and every so often it tenses with false contractions. This baby you made with this gorgeous man will be here soon enough.

--

His work hours are long. He has to wake up early each day and doesn’t come back until evening. Now that it’s winter, he’s only ever around when it’s dark outside. At this point, your belly is outrageously big. It’s hard to even get onto your feet without any help, but you have to figure it out anyway without him being around. Your breasts, which were small and flat before you were knocked up, now hang heavy and low on your belly, anxious to feed your baby.

One morning, he wakes up and kisses you goodbye. Normally, you would get up and start your day, but it’s different now. You feel sore and groggy. There’s a cramp in your lower back that’s been bothering you for the past few hours. It’s not the end of the world if you rest a bit longer, you figure. You lean back and rub your hands over your belly but sleep does not come. Time passes -- a few minutes, a few hours, who knows -- and that cramp only gets worse before moving to your lower belly. It throbs below your belly button and draws small moans from your lips.

Eventually, you have to get out of bed. You put your feet on the floor, stabilize yourself and begin waddling over to put your warm clothes on. Unlike all the times before, the cramping doesn’t stop when you move around. It comes and goes, causing you to stop and grunt every so many minutes. The time in between cramps becomes shorter and shorter until you realize, suddenly, that this baby is coming today.

The thought thrills you but leaves you anxious as well. The ranch hand will be away for some time and you can’t ask for help. Nobody can know you’re here.

You try to distract yourself as much as you can with your chores. However, you can only pretend to be normal for so long until the contractions cause you to sink to the floor and cry out in agony. Your breasts and belly heave, your legs intuitively part, your body seizes as it prepares to push out this baby the ranch hand put inside of you. But you can’t give birth, not without him here.

Between contractions, you’re able to get to your feet and over to a chair. The book you grab does little to distract you from the intensifying pain. Every few minutes you grab your belly and moan. Your stomach is taut and low, stretched as far as it can go. Even as you cry out in pain, you are constantly aware of just how pregnant you are, how that ranch hand who is nearly old enough to be your dad did this to you, and how much this turns you on.

Your hand slips down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. Soon, the groans of pain become something else. Being so full of him, being so huge and pregnant with his baby -- god, why can’t he just fuck you again right now? Images of him flood your mind, of the way his cock stretches you wide open, of the way your pussy is going to stretch even further as you struggle to push his baby out of you. In just hours, you’re going to be crying and gasping and straining as this baby opens you up in ways you’ve never been opened before.

You shout as you come. Then you realize that you’re much wetter than you normally are. For a few moments you sit there, dazed, and then you realize: your water just broke.

--

It’s dark outside again. Inside, you’re wearing nothing but a nightgown. You’re covered in sweat as you groan and grip your bedsheets. God knows how long you’ve been laboring for, but the baby has to be ready to come out any moment. Your body is screaming at you to push but you can’t, not without the ranch hand here with you. Every time your body is ready to push, you press your hand against your pussy lips and squeeze your legs together as much as you can. “Not yet,” you moan. Your other hand rubs your belly. “You can’t come out yet.”

If you weren’t struggling so much to keep your baby inside of you, you would be coming over and over again right now. Everything hurts so bad, so much so that you’ve screamed in pain a few times, and yet you’re more aroused than you ever have been. Feeling his baby’s head push so far down inside of you is indescribable. He put a baby inside of you. You can’t get over this fact. He put a baby in you and now you have to spend hours in pain just to deliver it for him. Your body is completely his. You made an entire baby for him. You’re his.

The urge to push rips through you suddenly and makes you shout. Your knuckles turn white and you crane your head back as your legs fall open. God, you can’t do this anymore. You need to push so bad. You need to feel his baby stretching you out. You bite your lip and moan and push down.

You only start pushing when the door opens. Moments later, the ranch hand is at the foot of your bed. “What are you doing?”

“I need to -- ohhh.” You can’t even feel relieved as a contraction takes over. “The baby--” A sob interrupts you. “I need to push.”

“No.” The ranch hand is on the bed now, pushing your nightgown up to expose your gargantuan belly and sagging tits. “Don’t push. You can’t push yet.”

“But I need to--”

“No!” His belt jingles as he unbuckles it and tosses it onto the floor. “You can’t push until I tell you. Do you understand me?”

“Ohhh.” You try to squeeze your legs together, but it’s impossible. “It’s coming, it’s coming.”

“Not until I fuck you first.”

Oh, fuck. You swallow and try to hold back. You’re in so much pain and want nothing more to push but you’ll try to stop yourself for him. God, you want him to fuck you so bad. You’re so tired and pregnant and yet you still want him inside of you.

It only takes moments for him to take off his pants and enter you. You practically scream when he does it. You’re so fucking stretched out. The baby’s head is pressing down so low and yet he’s fucking you so hard that his cock is surely going through your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you. You’re such a fucking whore, a little daddy’s girl who got herself knocked up. Now you’re hugely pregnant and getting fucked when you should be giving birth and it feels so fucking good.

You come fast but he keeps fucking you. He goes even when it’s raw and painful, even when you can’t keep holding back. “I need to push,” you cry, but he keeps pounding into you. Tears stream down your face but he keeps fucking you. When another orgasm rocks your body, he finally cums at last, shooting ropes of cum deep inside your laboring pussy.

“Okay,” he pants, “you can push now.”

The moment he pulls out, your body takes over. You pull back on your legs and grit your teeth and push so hard your vision goes dark. Cum spurts out of your pussy and rolls down your ass. You push and push and push and cry when nothing seems to happen.

“I waited too long,” you tell him. “God, it won’t come out now, I waited too long.”

“Keep pushing.” He gets down between your legs and pushes them further apart. “Push.”

You groan again as you bear down. More cum seeps from your pussy and then you feel the baby move down further into your birth canal. “Oh my god,” you shriek, “oh my god, oh my god, it hurts.”

“Keep pushing!”

That’s all you can do. You feel like you’re going to throw up or pass out or maybe do both. You push and push and push until you can feel your pussy start to stretch wide. Now you scream, “It burns!”

“That’s the baby’s head! Oh my god, that’s our baby! Keep pushing!”

You can’t possibly do this, you can’t possibly get that entire baby out of you. You’re being split in two and the pain is indescribable. He did this to you, he got you so big and pregnant and this is your punishment for being his whore.

“You have to keep pushing!”

“I’m trying!” you yell. “It’s too big!”

“It’s coming, love, keep pushing, please.”

Your pussy hurts so bad that it’s almost transcended feeling altogether. You scream the loudest you’ve ever screamed and then, suddenly --

“That’s the head! The head’s out! Oh my god!”

You open your eyes and try to look over your huge belly. You can see a spout of hair. When you reach forward, you can feel your baby’s face. Tears flood your eyes. “Our baby,” you gasp.

“Keep pushing, love.”

You summon all the strength you have left. Within moments, the baby’s shoulders pop out. The ranch hand has the baby bundled in his arms, cleaning it with his shirt. “You did it,” he breathes. “We have a baby girl.”

Your head is swimming. “A baby girl?” Even as she starts to cry, you can’t believe that you just pushed an entire baby out of you. It feels even more surreal when he places her on your chest.

“She’s beautiful,” he says.

The exhaustion starts settling in immediately as you cradle her. None of this feels real. There’s no way you just carried a baby inside of you for nine months and gave birth. You want to pass out.

Outside, a couple of ranch hands are working on a task. When you glance over at them, you suddenly make eye contact with one and your stomach flip-flops. He had been hired recently, shortly after you turned 18. He’s strong, bearded, so masculine and yet incredibly gentle. No man has ever impacted you the way he did; just hearing his voice is enough to make your panties damp.

Apparently he felt the same. Three months ago, just days after you first met him, you were alone in the barn and then, suddenly, his cock was buried deep into your tight pussy while his lips burned your throat. He took your virginity so ferociously and yet so lovingly. If your family wasn’t so active right now with the business, you would sneak away with him every afternoon to make love to him again and again.

But for now, you can do nothing but look at him wordlessly. When he disappears from your view, you suck in your stomach again to alleviate the discomfort from the stitches of your dress digging into your waist.

--

Two weeks later, your dresses are tighter than ever. You frequently find yourself in front of the mirror with your hand on your middle. It’s not just you who’s noticed; even your mother has commented on the fact that you’ve gained some weight.

Later that week when everyone’s too busy to pay attention to you, you head down to the barn. There’s nobody else there except for you and the animals -- or at least that’s what you think at first. Before too long, you discover the ranch hand there, shirt pulled taut over his muscles, eyes smiling warmly at you -- and then, all over again, you’re pressed up against the wall with your skirt hoisted up and his cock pounding against your cervix. Your pussy is so slippery that you might be embarrassed if it was anybody but him. He fucks you from behind, rubbing your hands up and down your belly, over and over and over, until he leans forward and murmurs in your ear, “Are you pregnant?”

You come so hard that you see stars.

--

You had to run away together. The most powerful rancher in the state would never allow his eldest daughter to be knocked up by a worthless ranch hand. Truth be told, you would much sooner give up your family than give him up.

The escape comes late one night, shortly after your parents became suspicious of your growing belly. Before too many questions are asked, though, you slip out of the front door and into the night with your ranch hand. For a while, you travel around. Within a few weeks, he finds a small, secluded cabin and a place to work. You’re never mentioned to anyone to avoid any chance of running back into your father.

For the next number of months, you play darling little housewife with the ring. Despite the solitude, you find it incredibly fulfilling. You have chores to do at home and some pets he had gifted to you to take care of. And, most importantly, each morning you admire your growing belly. Soon enough, you’re so big that it’s difficult to move. You try to do chores and find that you’re quickly out of breath. The baby inside of you wiggles around and kicks you nonstop. Your back aches and your feet ache and it’s hard to breathe and you have to piss all the time and yet you love every second of it. You love to stand naked in front of the mirror and look at your swollen stomach, pink and rippled with stretch marks. It’s hanging low now and every so often it tenses with false contractions. This baby you made with this gorgeous man will be here soon enough.

--

His work hours are long. He has to wake up early each day and doesn’t come back until evening. Now that it’s winter, he’s only ever around when it’s dark outside. At this point, your belly is outrageously big. It’s hard to even get onto your feet without any help, but you have to figure it out anyway without him being around. Your breasts, which were small and flat before you were knocked up, now hang heavy and low on your belly, anxious to feed your baby.

One morning, he wakes up and kisses you goodbye. Normally, you would get up and start your day, but it’s different now. You feel sore and groggy. There’s a cramp in your lower back that’s been bothering you for the past few hours. It’s not the end of the world if you rest a bit longer, you figure. You lean back and rub your hands over your belly but sleep does not come. Time passes -- a few minutes, a few hours, who knows -- and that cramp only gets worse before moving to your lower belly. It throbs below your belly button and draws small moans from your lips.

Eventually, you have to get out of bed. You put your feet on the floor, stabilize yourself and begin waddling over to put your warm clothes on. Unlike all the times before, the cramping doesn’t stop when you move around. It comes and goes, causing you to stop and grunt every so many minutes. The time in between cramps becomes shorter and shorter until you realize, suddenly, that this baby is coming today.

The thought thrills you but leaves you anxious as well. The ranch hand will be away for some time and you can’t ask for help. Nobody can know you’re here.

You try to distract yourself as much as you can with your chores. However, you can only pretend to be normal for so long until the contractions cause you to sink to the floor and cry out in agony. Your breasts and belly heave, your legs intuitively part, your body seizes as it prepares to push out this baby the ranch hand put inside of you. But you can’t give birth, not without him here.

Between contractions, you’re able to get to your feet and over to a chair. The book you grab does little to distract you from the intensifying pain. Every few minutes you grab your belly and moan. Your stomach is taut and low, stretched as far as it can go. Even as you cry out in pain, you are constantly aware of just how pregnant you are, how that ranch hand who is nearly old enough to be your dad did this to you, and how much this turns you on.

Your hand slips down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. Soon, the groans of pain become something else. Being so full of him, being so huge and pregnant with his baby -- god, why can’t he just fuck you again right now? Images of him flood your mind, of the way his cock stretches you wide open, of the way your pussy is going to stretch even further as you struggle to push his baby out of you. In just hours, you’re going to be crying and gasping and straining as this baby opens you up in ways you’ve never been opened before.

You shout as you come. Then you realize that you’re much wetter than you normally are. For a few moments you sit there, dazed, and then you realize: your water just broke.

--

It’s dark outside again. Inside, you’re wearing nothing but a nightgown. You’re covered in sweat as you groan and grip your bedsheets. God knows how long you’ve been laboring for, but the baby has to be ready to come out any moment. Your body is screaming at you to push but you can’t, not without the ranch hand here with you. Every time your body is ready to push, you press your hand against your pussy lips and squeeze your legs together as much as you can. “Not yet,” you moan. Your other hand rubs your belly. “You can’t come out yet.”

If you weren’t struggling so much to keep your baby inside of you, you would be coming over and over again right now. Everything hurts so bad, so much so that you’ve screamed in pain a few times, and yet you’re more aroused than you ever have been. Feeling his baby’s head push so far down inside of you is indescribable. He put a baby inside of you. You can’t get over this fact. He put a baby in you and now you have to spend hours in pain just to deliver it for him. Your body is completely his. You made an entire baby for him. You’re his.

The urge to push rips through you suddenly and makes you shout. Your knuckles turn white and you crane your head back as your legs fall open. God, you can’t do this anymore. You need to push so bad. You need to feel his baby stretching you out. You bite your lip and moan and push down.

You only start pushing when the door opens. Moments later, the ranch hand is at the foot of your bed. “What are you doing?”

“I need to -- ohhh.” You can’t even feel relieved as a contraction takes over. “The baby--” A sob interrupts you. “I need to push.”

“No.” The ranch hand is on the bed now, pushing your nightgown up to expose your gargantuan belly and sagging tits. “Don’t push. You can’t push yet.”

“But I need to--”

“No!” His belt jingles as he unbuckles it and tosses it onto the floor. “You can’t push until I tell you. Do you understand me?”

“Ohhh.” You try to squeeze your legs together, but it’s impossible. “It’s coming, it’s coming.”

“Not until I fuck you first.”

Oh, fuck. You swallow and try to hold back. You’re in so much pain and want nothing more to push but you’ll try to stop yourself for him. God, you want him to fuck you so bad. You’re so tired and pregnant and yet you still want him inside of you.

It only takes moments for him to take off his pants and enter you. You practically scream when he does it. You’re so fucking stretched out. The baby’s head is pressing down so low and yet he’s fucking you so hard that his cock is surely going through your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you. You’re such a fucking whore, a little daddy’s girl who got herself knocked up. Now you’re hugely pregnant and getting fucked when you should be giving birth and it feels so fucking good.

You come fast but he keeps fucking you. He goes even when it’s raw and painful, even when you can’t keep holding back. “I need to push,” you cry, but he keeps pounding into you. Tears stream down your face but he keeps fucking you. When another orgasm rocks your body, he finally cums at last, shooting ropes of cum deep inside your laboring pussy.

“Okay,” he pants, “you can push now.”

The moment he pulls out, your body takes over. You pull back on your legs and grit your teeth and push so hard your vision goes dark. Cum spurts out of your pussy and rolls down your ass. You push and push and push and cry when nothing seems to happen.

“I waited too long,” you tell him. “God, it won’t come out now, I waited too long.”

“Keep pushing.” He gets down between your legs and pushes them further apart. “Push.”

You groan again as you bear down. More cum seeps from your pussy and then you feel the baby move down further into your birth canal. “Oh my god,” you shriek, “oh my god, oh my god, it hurts.”

“Keep pushing!”

That’s all you can do. You feel like you’re going to throw up or pass out or maybe do both. You push and push and push until you can feel your pussy start to stretch wide. Now you scream, “It burns!”

“That’s the baby’s head! Oh my god, that’s our baby! Keep pushing!”

You can’t possibly do this, you can’t possibly get that entire baby out of you. You’re being split in two and the pain is indescribable. He did this to you, he got you so big and pregnant and this is your punishment for being his whore.

“You have to keep pushing!”

“I’m trying!” you yell. “It’s too big!”

“It’s coming, love, keep pushing, please.”

Your pussy hurts so bad that it’s almost transcended feeling altogether. You scream the loudest you’ve ever screamed and then, suddenly --

“That’s the head! The head’s out! Oh my god!”

You open your eyes and try to look over your huge belly. You can see a spout of hair. When you reach forward, you can feel your baby’s face. Tears flood your eyes. “Our baby,” you gasp.

“Keep pushing, love.”

You summon all the strength you have left. Within moments, the baby’s shoulders pop out. The ranch hand has the baby bundled in his arms, cleaning it with his shirt. “You did it,” he breathes. “We have a baby girl.”

Your head is swimming. “A baby girl?” Even as she starts to cry, you can’t believe that you just pushed an entire baby out of you. It feels even more surreal when he places her on your chest.

“She’s beautiful,” he says.

The exhaustion starts settling in immediately as you cradle her. None of this feels real. There’s no way you just carried a baby inside of you for nine months and gave birth. You want to pass out.

Lynette had put an end to the scandalous affair nearly as abruptly as it had started, panicking when she realized that her cycle had not come as scheduled. But it was too late. Matthias’s seed had taken root deep within her, and it would not let go.

At first, she ignored it. It was easy enough to do when it was just some nausea, a little extra tiredness. But soon that turned into a softening, and eventually a rounding, of her belly. Yet still, with all the layers of her petticoats and skirts, it couldn’t be noticed. By the time she felt the first fluttering of movement, she had given up on the idea that it might not stick. Examining herself in the mirror one morning, wearing nothing but her shift, she saw the reality of the situation. She was growing large with a bastard child. It would be clear to anyone who saw her rounded middle that she had been a faithless harlot. She would be ostracized, condemned, hated. She could not let that happen.

So, she took to tightening her corset, flattening her fertile womb until it couldn’t be detected. Each day she spent more time pulling at the laces. Each evening she became more desperate to take it off and relieve the discomfort. But it worked. She caught no judgmental eyes peering at her at the market. When she would occasionally notice Matthias watching her from his fields, it was with the same distant longing he had shown since she’d ended their tryst, nothing more.

Lynette carried on like that for months, hiding her shame with an ever-tightening corset. Yet every night as she lay in her bed, she felt the babe within her moving with vigor. She didn’t know what she would do when the time came for her to birth it. She couldn’t hide a newborn in her corset. She couldn’t conceal a toddler from her husband when, if, he came returned.

She still had no plans the day she felt a trickle run down her legs while she was working the garden. At first, she thought she needed the outhouse, but when the trickle turned into a gush, she realized it was her birthing waters breaking. The time for thinking and for plans was over. Now was the time for doing. She placed a hand on her mostly flat looking stomach as the first pain stole through her. It took her breath, leaving her gasping. She turned toward her house, despair flickering in her eyes as she cursed herself for digging the garden so far from it.

She had made it only a third of the way back before another pain seared her abdomen. She stopped, panting hard, hands braced on her knees for support. She hurried on as soon as the pain abated, making it all the way to the well in her yard, just feet from her door, before the next wave washed over her. But this time she couldn’t help letting out a small cry, the pain was increasing so rapidly. To her growing horror, she heard Matthias call out to her, clearly seeing her distress. She tried to wave him off but found herself instead gripping tightly to the old well.

Panic tightened her throat. Why had she spent these months trying to hide her predicament instead of preparing for the inevitable? She felt an increasing pressure in her hips, even as the pain faded. She straightened as much as she could and made it just a few steps before Matthias was at her elbow. He asked if she was ill, to which her only response was a small whimper. Concern flooding his eyes, he scooped her into his arms, and quickly carried her into her home and onto her bed.

“You’re going to be alright,” he reassured her. “I’ll go for the doctor.”

“No!” Lynette cried as she struggled to sit. “Don’t leave. I don’t need anyone else.”

As he returned to her bedside, she tore off her blouse. Pain pulsed through her as she struggled to loosen the laces of her corset. She stopped for a moment breathing deep, gasping breathes. Then she wriggled and pulled on her skirts and petticoats until they lay on a heap beside her bed. She leaned back against the wall, panting, now dressed in only her shift and corset.

“Lynette, what can I do? Won’t you let me get the doctor?” His eyes shone clearly with worry, his jaw tight with the tension caused by seeing her in such distress.

She sat up straighter and turned half around, revealing her back to him. “Help me,” she whined, pawing at the lacing. His sturdy hands worked swiftly along her back, finally providing some relief. She then clawed at the front of her corset, releasing the busk and flinging the garment to the floor. She turned back around and leaned against the wall again, moaning as agony once more seared her flesh.

Matthias’s eyes went wide. He gaped at the roundness, the fullness of her middle he could now see clearly. “Lynette?” His voice was faint, distant. “Are you having a baby? Are you having my baby?”

“I didn’t want…” Her explanation was cut short by a soft cry. She hunched forward, bearing down into the pain and pressure. When she released her effort, she was panting hard, her forehead glistening. Her eyes sought out his, fear and pain and sorrow shining there.

“You’re going to be alright, darling,” he assured her, reaching out a hand. “It’s going to be alright.”

She quickly latched onto his offered hand, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She squeezed tightly, nails digging into his flesh, as the unbearable pain returned. With a scream she pushed long and hard, face flushing brightly with the effort.

“Please,” she whimpered when she at last relaxed. Though even she was unsure exactly what she was begging for. “Please,” she repeated as she strained once more. With her free hand she tore at her shift, lifting the hem higher up her thighs, allowing her to reach in between them and feel her progress. She whined when her fingers found her folds just barely opened and she felt the soft head laying behind them.

Lynette renewed her effort, groaning and grunting as she worked. After a few more long minutes of laboring, she felt a burning so intense her vision was spotted with stars. Again, she sought to feel her progress, and was shocked to feel how stretched her womanhood was. She could feel the head, nearly to the brow, protruding from her. She moaned loudly, fighting for consciousness as she strained once more. But there was no further movement. She tried again. And again. She screamed as she used all of her strength to no avail. Time stretched on, meaningless, as her body failed to release her child.

Eventually, he moved to look between her legs, horror crawling across his face at what he witnessed there. After a long moment, he clambered onto the bed, positioning his laboring lover so that she was between his legs and could lean back against his chest. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair.

She muffled a sob into his should just before bearing down yet again. As she strained, he placed his competent hands on her hard, full belly. She shrieked and bucked against his grip as he firmly pushed on her stomach, seeking to aid her in delivering their stuck babe. As the contraction ended, she fell back onto his chest, whimpering and quietly crying. “I can’t do it,” she moaned as the pain returned.

Yet, her body insisted that she try again. She pushed with all her might, as the father of her child used his hands to try to force it from her. Just as she was about to lose herself in the endless agony, a pressure was released with a small, wet popping sound. Gasping, she reached to feel the head completely emerged from her. His hands met hers, exploring the small face with something akin to wonder.

Chelsea became even more irritated at Cole’s smile and growled at him, “What’re you smiling at, you cocksucker?! You’re fucking sick! Sick, I say! You should have fucking killed me if that's what you wanted! Ow, hell!” Her rant was interrupted by a labor contraction ripping across her back. She wanted to place a hand where the pain was coming from, but her hands were literally tied.

Cole sat down beside Chelsea and started rubbing her baby bump. “Look, Chelsea, I hit you back then because you weren't doing what I wanted you to do. You weren't following my orders. I didn't hit you to harm you, okay? I wanted to make you do this on your own, but you weren't fucking listening! That's why I had to get physical!” He shouted those last sentences at his wife, who had taken a beating from him just mere minutes ago because she wasn't letting him strip her naked, and put on only a crop top from her younger days.

Chelsea took a deep breath and said, “You’re delusional, cocksucker! Do you have any idea how scared I am? Do you? You only care about your fantasies, you narcissistic asshole! You’re going to rot in hell, man!” She let out a loud moan when the unborn child inside her womb moved.

Cole laughed and told her, “That's what I want to hear, Chelsea! I want to hear you moan, scream, cry about how bad I am and be miserable! If you were a man, a cis man, you wouldn't have to go through this, would you? When you became pregnant, you could have aborted the bastard, but you didn't! You know why? It's because you're a slave to your own biology! You thought that having a baby was your purpose, and look at you now!” His comments were becoming increasingly incoherent because he was getting off to her suffering.

Chelsea was equally baffled as the readers of this story. She said to her maniacal husband, “You aren't even making sense, dumb-ass. When I chose to have this baby, it was because I loved the man you were! Look at you now! You're slurring and twitching and babbling! You're a fucking junkie, that's what you are! You're—” Her rant was interrupted by a stream of bodily fluids trickling from her vagina. “Oh fuck!” she shouted and closed her eyes.

Cole felt even more excitement at Chelsea's misery. This is what he had wanted since he was a boy; a pregnant woman to call his own and to watch her give birth to his child. “Feeling the heat, Chelsea? Want me to finger you to take the pressure off?” he asked her and shifted his eyes to Chelsea's vagina. It was puffy and more stretched than before.

Cole didn't wait for Chelsea's assent and sat down on the bed near her open legs. Then he brought his left hand to the vagina of his wife and began flicking the edges of the hole. The moment his fingers touched them, Chelsea howled from the sensation. Tears started to form in her eyes. “Not so tough now, are you?” he asked her in a mocking voice.

“Insane, you’re insane! Fuck! God!” Chelsea shouted at him. These comments only stroked Cole's ego, who wanted to hear them more from her. “Yeah, I know! I am fucking insane, Chelsea!” he yelled and laughed. Then he extended his index finger and started poking his pregnant and laboringwife's vagina. 

Chelsea didn't know how to respond to such a vile act. Not only was she being shaken by the contractions hitting her body, Cole’s actions were pushing her body and more towards spewing something else from her hole. “Stop it! Stop! Fuck!” she yelled and he laughed at her desperation. Then, she let loose and the female version of splooge began to come out of her. She loudly moaned, this time in pleasure, and her husband got stiff from the sound of it.

“I knew you would like it!” Cole told Chelsea, leaned her forward and then kissed the bare baby bump. “Let's push our baby out, Chelsea. Love you,” he said in a supportive voice. “You basta—” she tried to berate her husband, but another quick contraction took away her ability to speak. The baby was going to come out soon. “Come on, Chelsea! Don't act like a foul-mouthed whore! You're gonna be a mom now!” He said to her, and positioned himself and his hands to grab the baby when it was going to come out.

Chelsea couldn't say anything to him in return. The contractions were stronger now and she was feeling like being stretched apart from her vagina to her head. Tears were still falling down her cheeks, that were bright red from the efforts she was putting in towards birthing their baby. She was still tied to the bed and couldn't get into any other position to ease the pain. “Come on, girl! You can do it! You're opening really wide there!” Cole began to piece together the words of encouragement he had learned from watching sports on TV. This shift in personality from a maniacal abuser to a supportive partner hadn't been noticed by Chelsea, who was too busy breathing through the pain. 

“God!” Chelsea shouted and took Lord’s name in vain out of desperation. Cole could clearly see what was happening between her legs. “Girl, your vagina’s on fire! It's fucking red! I think I can see our baby, girl!” He described the gory scene in enthusiastic terms to his wife. What he was saying was correct, her vagina was being pushed out of the tiny shape it normally had and was now much wider. Between the wideness of the main hole, an organic being covered in white gunk was emerging.

Chelsea grunted and took a deep breath. “Almost out, Chelsea! The head’s almost out! Oh God, your vagina's never gonna be the same again! My cock’s gonna be too small for it now,” he said to her and touched the head of their baby. It was barely out when she had decided to take a break to gain her strength back. She focused once again and began to push the baby out of her. For her, it was an experience that couldn't be described in words. One of the most sensitive regions of her body was being ravaged by a baby she had formed inside her. He, or she, was coming out and putting his, or her, mom through hell.

Chelsea gave one more push and the head popped out. More fluid trickled out along with it. For the first time, Cole could see the face of the baby he had made with his wife. “You're doing great, honey! Keep going!” His voice was much less menacing now. Chelsea looked at her husband, who was between legs and staring at her vagina with tear-filled eyes. “You aren't human! God!” she cursed him and once again took Lord's name in vain. The last set of contractions were particularly intense. She couldn't support herself because her hands were tied together and then tied to the bed.

Chelsea pushed once again when she felt the need. Her body cooperated and the shoulders came out. One last push was all that was needed for this torture to end. “One more time, dear! One more time!” Cole shouted at his wife. His hands were under the baby's torso and he was holding the baby. She didn't hear anything he said. Her vagina felt like it was done for. “My coochie is no more… Why?” She somehow put together a stupid sentence and gave one last push.

Chelsea and Cole’s baby was born. “It's a fucking boy! He’s here, Chelsea!” Cole shouted in excitement. The baby, a boy, then started to wail loudly. She felt like she had gone through absolute hell. “Please, Cole, untie me. I wanna hold him,” she took a deep breath and requested her husband. He quickly jumped to his feet and started untying his wife. 

Chelsea's baby bump had nearly deflated, but the placenta was still inside. Another set of contractions made her cry and she pushed it out, too. She was too tired to even pick her boy up. After looking at her condition, Cole grabbed their baby and placed him on his mother's chest. She felt happy after being in agony and fear because of her husband's behavior. 

“I will do it again! I loved what you did, Chelsea!” Cole said to his wife, who was rubbing the back of their baby boy. “No, you’re fucking insane. Fuck you.” That was her response. “But I made you come! Ungrateful whore!” he cursed her and grabbed a flower vase placed on the bedside table. He threw the vase on the floor and it shattered with a loud bang.

Chelsea screamed and pulled her newborn boy close to her. She was once again afraid of Cole. “I’ll see what you can do, you whore!” he growled at her. He had gone insane after watching his wife push their baby out of her vagina. He wanted to watch it once more. He wanted to see her in pain again. She had no safe way out of this relationship. She had reproduced with a sociopath.

End

put on her sandals and headed down the dirt road that connected all of the community together. her ass shook with each step she took, her hips swung from side to side. those who passed by could see that her shorts barley covered her ass cheeks and her nipples peeked through the fabric of her tank top.

she was a woman on a mission. one of the elders of the group, his name was soul. he was one of the oldest members of their little group, pushing well past 50.

his trailer was a bit bigger, nervously sunburst went up the stairs and knocked on the door. soon it was opened and the man stood there, he was rather fit with a trimmed beard and a broad body.

the sight of him made sunburst squirm.

"hello my child." he said, "what brings you here today?"

she looked up at him and replied, "i wish to be pregnant, sir. my womb feels empty and i have barely been touched since i arrived."

he chuckled and reached out for her, he guided her into his trailer and brought her to the couch. he was in nothing more than baggy shorts and the thin silver chain he wore around his neck.

he had tattoos, sunburst wondered what they were for but didn't dare question. he could impart knowledge onto her after he finished seeding her.

his arm was over the back of the couch as he got closer to her. his other hand reached for her breast and pinched her hard nipple. the feeling made her moan. he chuckled, "i wouldn't mind seeding you, you are at a good age to have your belly swollen with seed."

"i want it, sir. i want to become a mother."

"you have learned so much." he chuckled, "you were so scared when you joined us. directionless. but i guess now we can take it to the next step." his hand dropped to her soft stomach, he rubbed it and purred in her ear.

sunburst weren't too sure how many times soul finished inside of her. her head was a blur by the end of it. her belly actually felt hard from all the cum that had pooled in the base of her womb. she learned a lot that evening.

by morning she looked like a mess limping back to she trailer. cum dripped down her leg as you walked and it stained the front of her shorts. they were ruined, but she'd be never wearing them again anyway.

the test came back positive when she took it weeks later. her belly was going to be swollen with her first child. soul looked happy too, he had already fathered close to nineteen child with other women, but to see such a young face beam at the feeling of her child kick made him happy.

it was an active baby.

she beamed when it moved or when she could feel it kick when her pussy was being fucked. she loved being a mother, it completed.

now, sunburst was now at the end of her pregnancy, her belly felt huge. the father of her child would come by and sink his cock into the bred cunt she had. he was over two times her age, but still could keep up with her mess of hormones.

she was hungry, horny and above all achy. but yet she yearned for the sweet release of a cock in her pussy. she knew labour was coming, but couldn't stop herself.

soul had her on her hands and knees as he thrusted into her. his balls slapped against her thick ass. she was more plushy now that she was becoming a mother. but the love handles and saggy breasts were a sign that she was doing her duty as a woman.

but when she climaxed, something felt different. when soul pulled out, her waters broke. they got all over the bed and the front of soul, whose eyes went wide.

she hollered into her pillow, "my baby!" as she gripped her belly. she made a pained noise as her motherly instincts told her to start pushing. soul rubbed her belly from between her legs. her pussy was bright red, angry in colour.

"that's it, sunburst. you're doing so well, you're having my child." he then rubbed at her opening to massage it. when he brushed her clit, birthing fluid spat out of her cunt and onto the bed.

"it hurts so badly! oh gods, it hurts!" she screamed into the pillow. her front half was pressed against the bed while her hips were raised as she laboured.

"every mama goes through that." soul said, "relax your body, do deep breathing. your baby will be out soon."

she whimpered and moaned, the feeling of soul's fingers against your clit felt nice. she could feel her baby shift inside of her. her nipples leaked milk as she felt her baby's head pass the barrier of her cervix.

it was a hard contraction, but the feeling of her child slowly coming out made her feel overwhelmed. she had been bred and seeded and now she was delivering the fruit.

soul even went as far as to rub his cock up against her entrance and clit, "that's it, good girl." he said, "that's a good girl. push, now, push. c'mon, get your child out."

the poor girl pushed and pushed, her head spun as she managed to relax enough that the baby began to emerge from her canal. sunburst howled in her trailer as she pushed with her contractions.

the way mother nature had designed her.

soul watched the beauty of life unfold as the poor girl birthed on her hands and knees like one of the sows in the farm. but this was the job of every woman in the end, to produce fruit.

he felt his cock grow hard at the pained noises of sunburst. a young woman delivering her first baby, his cock bobbed when he sank two fingers into his opening to check on the status of her child.

"here they come, sunburst." he said.

"oh gods, it hurts so much!" she groaned, not even noticing what he is saying. her belly appeared lopsided as more of the baby was pushed down her canal.

"breathe deeply, push c'mon mama. here come your baby." he watched her back arch as she hollered into her pillow. her mattress was stained with birthing fluids.

she puffed out her cheeks and deeply breathed as the head of her child began to emerge from her opening.

sunburst looked like the ideal woman, with her aching swollen belly and thick thighs. the way she was doing everything to bring her child into the world.

the baby had a thick head of dark hair and their poor mama was screaming as the ring of fire began. this was the toughest fight a woman could ever do.

soul felt pride that he caused this woman to have her first child. he supported the head and told sunburst to keep breathing. he winced when the shoulders began to emerge.

"he's almost out."

sunburst made a loud noise as with soul's help, the baby came out of her fully. her hips dropped when it was fully out. every manner of fluid leaked out of the poor woman's stretched cunt.

"it's a girl, sunburst." soul said as he held the little girl to his chest. he guided her with one hand to get onto her back so she could hold her daughter.

sunburst experienced the first skin to skin contact with her daughter. the baby screamed and sunburst looked at soul. she was a mother now, her duty within the commune was to have another shortly and then another, and raise them all.

as soul massaged the woman's stomach to get the placenta out, he made sure that all of the child his little sunburst sired would be fathered by him.

"Just lie back darling, we'll get you checked out soon," The old midwife said, grunting as she helped Selene get Nadia on her back. Nadia's breath shuddered as the position drove daggers into her spine. It felt wrong. It felt so wrong to be like this. She could practically feel the baby wedging into her spine as she writhed, held down onto her back by Selene as the old woman sent her fingers home into Nadia's other new body part, her human birth canal. She sobbed and begged for the midwife to pull her fingers out, but as if waiting for that, the old woman dug farther in, trying to feel her cervix. "You're still at about 7 centimeters love. It will take more time I'm afraid." The woman pulled her fingers out, making Nadia's breath hitch at the sudden easing of pain in between her legs. "Oh gods... How much longer?" "Hard to say. I've seen some at your stage sit here for near the better part of two days, but some would squeeze them out in a mere ten minutes after. All I can tell you is the babe will be here when it's good and ready to come out." Selene patted Nadia's arm as she helped her friend back out of the bed, "There there, it'll be alright. Just think, it will all be over soon." Nadia sobbed as she realized it would be all too true. When she was younger, her mother had told her these things. How mermaids would give birth, and the stories of what happened when they gave birth to humans.

"So we do it like sharks?" "Tail first," Nadia's mother said, swimming near a shark that was doing just that, "It helps them, and us, open more gradually. It make it less painful. Some even say they enjoy it." "Did you?" Nadia asked, then blushed as she realized what her mother meant. Nadia's mother also blushed, more so at the memory than at the nature of the question, and changed the topic, "Make sure you don't have a human child." "Why not? I don't know how one would get down here anyway. They'd have to wear one of those ridiculous suits like what dad has in his study." The suit in question was an ugly beige thing, the color of silt ridden sand, with a tarnished brass helmet and broken glass windows. He'd said that humans would trap air in the windows to drop to the bottom of the ocean to steal treasure that rightfully belonged to merfolk. "Many a mermaid has gone to the surface and been bewitched by them. But having their babies..." Nadia's mother shuddered. "What happens?" "They try to come out head first, the wide part splitting their women open and giving them awful pain and pressure. Like when you dive too deep, only from the inside." Nadia's eyes widened, "That sounds awful! What cruel god would design creatures like that?" "Only they know," Nadia's mother said, "And they give birth on land on flat beds. So while we can twist and move to get our babies out, they must wait for pain to decide when their children can be born, the dry air making everything stick rather than slide easily."

Nadia was sure she was sticking now. She felt that if she were in water, she'd be ready to push by now. She groaned as another contraction began to wrap around her belly and back, bringing only pain, nothing else. No feeling of the baby getting lower, no pressure, nothing. She panted heavily as Selene rubbed her back, trying to alleviate some of the tension, but only bringing the frustration of empty promises. Nadia wearily batted her hands away, and straightened up and tried to pace, but the effort was too great, leaving her to collapse. She managed to catch herself on her hands and knees, crying out as the jolt sent angry bolts of pain to her lower back, her belly swaying as she tried to move in a way to relieve it. "Try to breathe darling" Selene said, joining her friend on the floor, and working to pick her back up. "No, no no no, put me back down, back dowwwnnnnn!" Nadia begged as the pressure from going upright made her back hurt even worse. "Ok, let's go back..." Selene gently lowered her back to the floor, and Nadia groaned in the smallest amount of relief she'd gotten since her waters had broken. Nadia rocked back and forth, groaning loud and long with each contraction. "Oh gods...let it end.... get it out... GET IT OUT!" Nadia began to scream with each contraction.

An hour passed. Two. Three. After four hours, she was completely exhausted, but began to feel something now. Pressure. Just like her mother had said. She wiggled her hips trying to disperse it, but each movement helped it grow. She tried to hold still, but it was agony to do so. Nadia became desperate, arching her back and rolling her legs, one at a time, making pained noises, and grunting in pain, her breathing growing shallow and panicky. "Why... oh gods, why is there so much pressure!?" Nadia cried out, and Selene froze. "You're feeling pressure? Ok, let me get you into the bed..." "THe bed? No, no no no no no," Nadia began to beg, but Selene brought her friend upright and guided her into the bed despite her protests. "No, listen to me Nadia, I can't leave you on the floor, and I need to go get the midwife to check you if you're feeling pressure." Nadia tried to sit up to get out of bed, but Selene pressed her back down with a firm hand. "No. Stay there. I will be back shortly, alright?" Before Nadia could answer, Selene rushed out of the room, looking for the midwife. This was not the first time Selene had come to her rescue.

Nadia had been on the streets for several weeks now. She stayed close to the docks, near the smell of the ocean, or at least the sounds of it. She would dangle her feet in the water at night, and do her best to stay out of the lustful gaze and groping hands of the workers there. She was usually successful, and one the one time she hadn't been, the man's wife had shown up and nearly killed him out of her rage. She'd tossed her a few metal coins for her trouble and left her scared and hurt in an alley. But the coins had been a lifeline. Nadia went to a nearby tavern and ordered herself a bowl of warm soup, which smelled delicious. The waitress set it in front of her and Nadia handed over the coins. "Hey there, it's four for a bowl, not three," The waitress had said. "I'm sorry," Nadia said, her lip trembling, "It's all I have." The waitress looked down at her and sighed, sitting down in front of her, "I believe you." Three little words. Ones that Nadia hadn't even known she'd needed to hear. The landlord hadn't believed her when she'd told him she had nowhere to go. None of the dock workers had believed her when she'd said she wasn't a whore, whatever that was, and no one had believed her when she'd said where she had come from.

"You... you do?" The woman looked her up and down, "Well, you smell like you've been on the docks for a month, and you don't look like you've been a particularly successful whore, if you are one." She reached out and poked at her ribs, making Nadia wince and shy away. "And it feels like you probably hadn't had a good meal in a while. Go on, eat up, but I will need something in return for that." Nadia's stomach turned, and she pushed the bowl away and stood up, but the waitress got a firm grip on her arm. "Not like that, what do you take me for? I wouldn't take advantage of someone who is this desperate." Nadia wasn't convinced, so the waitress sighed and pulled her back down, pushing the bowl back toward her. "Eat up. Now when you're done, I'll have you help out tonight. One of our kitchen hands ran off with a sailor yesterday, and I suspect we won't see her for a few months. Probably shoved off for the North Coast. If you help clean up and run for the cooks, I'm certain Miss Runlow will accept that as payment." Nadia listened as she practically inhaled the soup. It was warm, and filled with chunks of what were probably fish and vegetable. When she'd managed to take a break from eating, she nodded. "Thank you." When she was done with the bowl, she'd followed the waitress into the kitchen, and she'd been handed a stick with bristles on the end. "What is this?" The waitress stared with incredulity, "It's... a broom." Nadia nodded, and looked at it. "And, what does a broom do?" A woman's voice called out as a middle aged woman came back into the kitchen, "It hits you on the head if Selene's face is anything to judge by."

Nadia flushed in shame as Selene took the broom and aggressively did a couple of demonstration sweeps with it. She held it out to Nadia and walked away, shaking her head. Nadia worked for an hour, sweeping the floor, running for ingredients for the cooks and washing mugs and bowls as they were brought back. At the end of the night, Nadia was back behind the tavern, trying to wash out her makeshift clothes in a barrel of rain water. Selene found her there, scrubbing hard at the food stains, and gasped. "You didn't say you were pregnant." Nadia gasped in surprise too and jumped, moving her arms to cover herself as best as she could. Selene blushed and turned away, letting Nadia salvage what was left of her dignity. When she turned back, she found Nadia looking embarrassed and crossing her arms. "Look. I'm sorry. Here. Miss Runlow already deducted what you still owed for the soup." Selene handed over the small stack of coins, which Nadia accepted. "Thank you," She said, and moved to leave. "Hold on," Selene said, sounding exasperated, "Where are you off to?" "I was going to where I've been staying." "And where is that?" "By the docks." Selene grunted, "Let me guess. The child is from some sailor who promised you everything and promptly left you? Staying in alleys and the like?" Nadia nodded, tears starting to form in her eyes. Selene sighed, shaking her head, "Alright. I've got a spare cot in my room. You can stay if you chip in with the rent." Nadia wasn't sure what that all meant, but nodded and went with her new savior.

Her savior returned with the midwife who wasted no time in laying Nadia back in the bed and jamming her fingers into her birth canal. "AH! Ow! Stop, stop please!" Nadia screamed and begged. "Oh hush, this isn't the worst part yet," The midwife scolded as she felt. "Hey, be gentle with her, this is her first," Selene argued with the midwife, who scoffed. "This isn't going to get any easier. And she's at an 8. Still some time to go. Your body just doesn't want to give birth now does it?" Nadia groaned in despair and rolled onto her side as the midwife pulled her rough fingers out, "Please just pull it out, just get it out... I want to go home." Selene patted her arm in sympathy at the statement. Nadia had told her after a while where she had come from, and showed her the truth of it. Her teeth were sharper, her skin betrayed the presence of scales when under water and her eyes which glowed faintly in the dark to see better in the depths. "If you'd be more comfortable at home, you can leave, but I don't think you'd make it to the front door," The midwife said, "It'll all be over soon. Just bear through it."

She left and Nadia began crying, desperately clutching at Selene, "Why won't it come, I want it out, I want it out!" Selene held Nadia as another contraction brought her to screaming again, "It will, you just have to breathe through these Nadia, ok, just breathe." Selene worked with Nadia to slow her breathing down and got her calmed down somewhat. "I don't like her," Nadia complained about the midwife. "She is a bit harsh, but she's who we've got," Selene replied, "I'll get you through this." Nadia nodded, her throat thick, "Remember... oh, another one, remember your promise." Selene gripped Nadia's hand as another contraction took Nadia's breath away. "Just breathe, yes I remember. I'll do it." Nadia wasn't the only one with secrets. Selene had confided in her that she couldn't have children. It had never worked out. Eventually, the two of them had figured out a plan. Once Nadia gave birth, she'd only keep her legs for a day or so before they merged back into a tail. Selene and Nadia would use that day to get her back to the ocean, and Selene would care for the baby. Both were pleased with the arrangement, as Selene would get the child she'd wanted, and as Nadia couldn't take the baby with her, she was reassured at the idea of leaving her with a trusted friend.

The sun had long since set, the only light from outside was the occasional lantern passing by. At one point Selene had closed the curtains to stop local boys from leering in the window, making mocking imitations of the noises Nadia made. She had finally reached 10 centimeters, and was pushing, but without much success. "Just push right down here into my fingers," The midwife barked at her. "I'm trying.... unnnghhh, get them out!" "Not until you push, come on, right down here..." Nadia curled up and grunted, trying to clench her muscles in a way that would work. She still couldn't figure out just how to do it. During her first few attempts, she had tried to close her legs, so the midwife had gotten things called stirrups to pin her legs wide open against her sore hips. Then she had tried to lean away from the pain. She'd seen a mermaid give birth before, shortly after her other had taken her to see the sharks, and was trying to move like that, but the midwife had scolded her and ordered pillows be shoved behind her to force her into a curled ball. Now with each contraction, the midwife shoved her fingers into her birth canal and wrenched them down, making Nadia cry and try to reach down to pull them out, only to get her hand slapped aside, and ordered her to push correctly. And with each push, each failed, useless push, there was an unfortunate side effect.

The Pressure Got WORSE She had been trying to push for close to three hours now, and the pressure that had built in her belly, her hips, everywhere below her breasts, had gotten so bad that in between contractions, she could barely speak, just writhe and moan. Earlier on, the only thing that provided relief was when she was able to put a hand over her opening and press against it, but now she wasn't even allowed to provide herself with this one simple comfort. Selene was trying her best to reassure her, but there was only so much she could do. "Nadia, you have to stop messing about, this baby needs to come out, now push with the next contraction." Nadia tried to glare at the midwife with eyes blurry with tears of pain and frustration, "I'm trying! I'm trying, I don't know how. I don't know what I'm doing wronnnNNNNNGGGGG AAAAARGH!" Nadia's words were strangled off as another contraction wrapped around her and squeezed the orb of her belly. She tried to arch her back, but Selene guided her into leaning forward to push. Just like the previous contraction, her pushing did nothing but increase the pressure in her hips. At the end of the contraction, she fell back on the pillows, sobbing, her belly heaving with each choked breath she desperately inhaled.

She placed her hands on her belly, and driven by a sudden urge to do so, pressed down on it. "Get out baby, come on, get out!" She tried to roll to her side, but the midwife held her in place by jabbing her fingers back into her and using them to pin her down. "Now now, none of that," She remarked, "I swear, it's as if you hadn't known what was to come." Nadia thrashed as the next contraction slammed into her, cutting off her ability to reply. No. She hadn't known. Her mother had said that human babies were painful to birth, but not like this. This was beyond pain, this was torture. The screamed and curled up, Selene helping her curl up over her belly, and with one more grunt, she finally felt something else. A shift. Like everything in her belly had dropped down suddenly. Her screaming took on a more guttural tone at the sudden change in... the pressure! It wasn't building anymore, but moving down! "I think's it's coming out!" Nadia groaned as sucked in another breath. The midwife reached farther into Nadia's birth canal and grunted in approval, "So you're not completely helpless after all, now are you?" Nadia didn't have the mental energy to even consider a retort to that. Selene could though. "Perhaps if you spent more time helping her figure out what she is supposed to be doing rather than scold her for not knowing, maybe this would be easier."

"Young girl, I have been delivering babies in my way for 40 years, and I will continue to do so for many more. And sometimes stubborn ones need to be scolded." The midwife emphasized the point by reaching in and moving her fingers around, deep inside, around the head. "Whoaaaaaaaaaa! Hnnnnnnggggggghhhhh! Oh GODS! Make it stop!" Selene ducked down and whispered to Nadia, "Only you can make it stop Nadia, you need to push, ok? Can you push for me?" Nadia didn't so much as nod or make a noise to confirm she'd heard, but she curled up again and gave a mammoth push, the effort breaking off as she screamed and fell back as the head moved down, feeling like it was splitting her in half. "Girl, you need to keep pushing when the pain starts, else this baby will never come out," The midwife said, "Now push again!" Nadia obeyed, her push moving the head again. She kept pushing, sobbing the entire time. Each sob jerked the head forward, the pain of each jerk fueling her sobs, a vicious cycle that only ended when the contraction did.

It took several of those cycles before the head was visible, Nadia nearly delirious with pain, her mind no longer able to understand the words shouted at her, or whispered to her, why the woman between her legs would pull at her so, why the one at her arm would hold her so tenderly. All she knew was that her belly would contract and writhe like an angry beast, and all she could do was curl around it and try to force it out.

"HHHAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" She screamed as the latest contraction tore through her like a hurricane, and refused to let up. She pushed and pushed until she couldn't anymore, and fell back, unable to get any relief while the latest, seemingly endless contraction ripped through her. She gathered what little strength she had left and bore down again, her opening giving way to a sensation mermaids seldom felt; burning. She had been burned once, as a child, she'd strayed too close to a volcanic vent and touched the side, scalding her hand. But the relief had arrived as soon as she moved her hand, the vast cold of the ocean providing a salve to her hurt. This burning however, wasn't stopping. It grew, the pain angry and alive as it felt like it chewed her from below. She tried to move, to get away from the pain, but the woman between her legs held her in place with an iron grip as she shouted unintelligible words at her. Nadia took a breath and pushed a third time into the endless contraction, the burning getting worse, the pressure too much, the heat of her clothes too much, too much noise, too much light, too much, too much, too much...

With a cry of sudden relief, the head burst free from her lips, a small wave of water gushing out with it. Nadia sobbed in relief as the sudden easing of the burning. "Oh gods... oh gods... Oh thank gods." The midwife looked at her sternly, "Enough of that, you're not done with this yet. Let me feel..." Nadia moaned and whined as the midwife swept her fingers around, checking for a cord, and finding none. "Ohhh, I need to push again," Nadia moaned as the midwife worked. "Good, give into that," Selene said, helping lean Nadia forward again. Nadia pushed, but something felt... off. Like when she was pushing before. She pushed again, but felt nothing move. More fluid spurted out, but for all her effort, she couldn't feel the shoulders move. "I think it's stuck," She cried, falling back and wrapping her hands around her belly, "I can't get it to... move... Ohhhhhhhhhh." The midwife tugged lightly at the baby, and grunted in agreement, "It she feels like it is. Come on, push harder. Let me...." The midwife reached a finger in, making Nadia squeal in pain at the sudden intrusion. She worked for a bit, but got nowhere.

"Young girl," The midwife said to Selene, "Pull her legs farther back." "Don't leave," Nadia begged as Selene moved to follow the midwife's orders. Selene helped pull her right leg back as the midwife pushed her left. Nadia howled in pain as her hips, unused to such strain, seemed to scream in an agony of their own. She should have listened to her mother. If she had gone and had a mer-child, this would have been over hours ago, it would not have hurt, it would- "AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHH! STOP! STOP IT!" Nadia screamed, louder than she had yet as the Midwife abandoned pushing on her leg and placed both hands just above her pelvis, and seemed to slam her hands down. It was all too much. Nadia sobbed and screamed as the midwife did it again. A third time. On the fourth, she felt a shift and her screaming took on a lower, guttural sound as she felt movement again. "Had to free those shoulders," The midwife said, sitting down again and guiding the baby out. Nadia gave one last effort, and gasped in relief as finally, FINALLY, the baby came out. "It's a boy Nadia," Selene said, "A boy!" Nadia smiled weakly and time seemed to pass in a blur. She remembered the baby being placed on her and feeding, delivering the placenta, and the midwife checking her to make sure she wasn't bleeding too much, and left the two of them alone. While Nadia slowly regained her senses, she became aware of something that was unmistakable. Her legs felt itchy.

It was easy to get herself to a powerful peak this morning before getting out of bed. After a couple hours of trying to work from home, she had to stop and get to another one that had her screaming Xander’s name in the shower. The third one was necessary after lunch because she was rubbing her pussy against the corner of the kitchen counter without realizing and had to squat in the shower again so she didn’t have to mop up her own squirting nectar from the floor, and the forth was a drawn out one in bed that she hoped would finally let her focus on something other than her husband pinning her underneath him and putting a litter of cubs in her belly.

As she whimpered, her fingers no longer enough and her slightly damp fur starting to feel uncomfortable against the bed sheets, she heard the front door open. Her brain knew it was Xander before he said a word. She silently got up and stalked down the hallway to the kitchen. “Hey babe, I’m home!” He called out, completely oblivious to the fact his wife was now on the hunt. He had just been to the gym, and on the way home he had taken some extra supplements for virility. He and Reva had been wanting to start a family for a couple months, but about a week ago they had committed to really try. She had said she liked him slightly sweaty, and his big fluffy mane slightly unkept.

So it was a no brainer to just come straight home after his work out and see if she was in the mood. He was however startled to see her standing there in the threshold between the kitchen and the hallway completely naked. “Gah! You shocked me.” He said with a shaken smile. She looked hungry to him, her perfect body radiating a powerful scent that started pounding his heart. She strode to him, every expertly sculpted muscle flowing under her fur. While Reva wasn’t highly muscular, she was fit and lithe, along with a perfectly plump bust and wide, thick hips and rump. “Clothes off.” She commanded. Just looking at him made her hotter. The spandex shorts and top just framed his perfectly chiseled thick muscles so deliciously that she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

He was the spitting image of a lion god, regal mane, strong jaw, big hands, broad shoulders, tight and graspable rump, and his package was bulging in his shorts to her eyes. “Huh?” He said, still entranced at his wife approaching him. She glided up to him, her body pressing to his, and her kiss immediately taking him. While they were still pressed together and their kiss getting deep and their tongues entwining, his workout shirt ripped and fell to the floor. “Clothes, off.” She reiterated into his mouth. Now he was catching on, and he started to shimmy out of his shorts. Once his bulge was free, the scent hit her like a freight train. Never had she smelled anything better in her life. She didn’t have time to admire it though, as his hands came to grip her legs, and carry her off her paw-like feet. He carried her to the bed, and he set her down upon it.

She then pushed him back a couple paces so she could stand again. She beheld him in his full naked glory, and she could feel the nectar sliding out of her. She kissed his chest, making her way down until she was kneeling in front of his cock and sack. “Mine.” She said before she stared to kiss and lap at his organs. The smell was overpowering, and she couldn’t help but moan as she drew the head in with her tongue. His sack was adorned with a thick trail of fur down the middle, which held his pheromones in a concentrated state. Her oral ministrations soon got his cock hard and standing proud. All girthy eight inches of cub-making lion meat was ready for action. Once that was done, it was his turn to take the lead. He pushed her back to the bed, and as she tumbled, her legs were held up at the thigh. Looking down, the wicked grin on his face was enough to tell her she needed to hold on.

“Mine.” He replied as he dove in, eating her out with abandon. Immediately her thighs closed around his head and she screamed. “Oh god yes! Xavier you animal!” She exclaimed as his tongue got to work. Feeling that rough texture on his tongue on her folds was such an electric sensation. He knew just how to work her, and work her he did. Her hands were clenching the sheets for purchase, and the cries from her mouth seemed to only spur him on. It didn’t take long for her to climax, and spray him with nectar as she wailed in ecstasy. He lapped up as much as he could, wiped off the rest with the bed cover, then stood tall over her, tapping his cock on her pubic mound. Her eyes widened, realizing just how big her husband had gotten. “I took those virility supplements on the way home.” He said in a low growl. He teased her with just the tip as he spoke.

He hot dogged her pussy lips with his length, lubing himself with her nectar. Then finally, he took her hand and brought it to his sack so she could feel. He was swollen, tight, and she could feel the tissue drawing and pulsing. He was actively making so much seed to fill her with. He put the tip inside, just enough to hold him, as he leaned down, taking her in another heated kiss, then slowly slid in until he nestled his head at her cervix. Reva couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. Her whole body quivered as every last bit of his member slid inside her. He fit so snug and perfect, stretching her in ways her fingers never could. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She said, then nibbled at his lip. He took her in his arms, one hand across her lower back, the other at the nape of her neck.

She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms clutching his back. He wasn’t forceful with his movement, but he was deliberate. He had a steady pace that she loved as he made love with her. They kissed, they moaned, they truly became one. She could feel his cock leak precum into her like a faucet, and she knew it might have what she needed, but she was greedy, she wanted him to bust the whole load in her womb. She rhythmically clenched her internal muscles to actively milk him. “I want your cubs, Xander. Give them to me.” She whispered in his ear. He groaned, and his cock gave a hard throb as she started to milk him. “God Reva, you’re gonna get a littler if you keep it up.” He replied.

He could feel his testes rush with fluid, building up a massive load to impregnate his wife with. In fact, because of the supplements, it’s almost like he could feel the multitude of sperm anxiously waiting to be unleashed as they prepared to be forcibly shot at her cervix. One of her hands had now slid down to fondle his sack again, and she gave an approving growl. “You’re right, it does feel like a litter in there. I hope I have enough eggs for all of it.” She said. She kissed him deeply again. “Do it, my love, make me a mother, make us parents.” He rose up, enough to take in the perfect lioness under him. “I’m gonna do just that. I’m gonna bust such a huge load that we’ll have quads the first time.” He said with pride. “You’re gonna be so round with cubs, and your beautiful breasts are going to be so full of milk.” He smiled lovingly down at her.

She surrendered to the pleasure her body was wracked with, and squirted around his member. “I’m cumming so hard baby! My cervix is open, blow that fat load straight into my womb!” She exclaimed. He picked up speed slightly, and the pleasure his cock felt as her orgasm clenched around it made him swell impossibly before he toppled over the edge. The flood of cum boiled up to his tip, then with a grunt and a thrust of his hips to make sure her cervix sealed his head inside, he started to cum, hard. He saw stars as blast after blast of thick, virile cum erupted from his length, straight into his wife’s womb. It felt never ending, as pulse after pulse shot forth. He could feel her body greedily drink it in, wanting all the eggs she could have released to be bathed in powerful sperm.

After it was over, which felt like an eternity of bliss, Reva lay there with a smile on her face. Xavier had laid on top of her, panting and sweaty. Once he regained his breath, she kissed him deeply. “You did so well, love.” She cooed. “I felt every last drop shoot into me.” He was still hard, plugging her to keep his seed inside. She gently shimmied her hips and clenched her internal muscles, just so see how hard he still was. His cock throbbed in her depths, having plenty more to give. With a chuckle, she rolled him over, getting him under her. “My turn to drive.” She said, fondling his sack and still feeling plenty in there. “You haven’t emptied the tanks yet.” That one evening had turned into a marathon session, with Xander giving her at least four loads, but it was kind of fuzzy after that because both of them were so exhausted.

They knew it was a success when her heat ended quickly, and a week later the morning sickness started. The benefit of being in an old money family was getting access to all sorts of healthcare and not having to go far for it. The family doctor came by and gave her a check up, confirming her thoughts. It was such a happy time, and both her family and his family was beyond excited at the announcement. After the first bumpy months of morning sickness and the all over bloating, she simply started glowing. She busied herself helping at the office, which she realized she wouldn’t want to do anymore after the baby came. She wanted to be a stay-at-home mother, just like her mother was with her and her siblings. Xander was completely supportive, and to his credit tried to keep her health in mind, but wasn’t hovering or over-protective.

Once she was big enough, she went in for her ultrasound to see what she was having. Xavier held her hand as the technician hovered the wand around her belly. Suprisingly, she was only carrying one baby, a boy. The size of her belly was bordering on twins, but she was just carrying big. Knowing that, the two parents decorated the nursery for their son. As she moved into the third trimester, she couldn't keep her hands off her belly most of the time. Her son was active, and had quite the muscles. Xavier as well was handsy with her belly, much to her pleasure. A week before the due date, they had a lovely photoshoot done.

Reva looked like a fertility goddess, even larger bust, big belly perfectly round, wide hips ready to bring life into the world, and a radiant smile of an expectant mother on her face the entire time. Xander held her close, and was so gentle and caring with her through the entire shoot. When they got home, they made love, him taking her from behind and painting her belly with a massive load. It took another two weeks until the contractions started. Overdue with a big baby was not what she had hoped for, but if she was honest with herself, being this pregnant was sexy in its own way. Reva liked to admire her gravid form in the mirror, and rub her belly as she saw her son moving inside.

She was doing exactly that as her waters broke. She let out a gasp of shock as she felt the pressure release in her pelvis somewhat, and the first hard contraction ripple though. She then called Xander, then the midwife in that order. Xander rushed home as fast as he could, beating the midwife. “How far along are you?” He said, bursting through the door. She smiled, sitting on the bed only wearing an exercise bra and a robe. “I haven’t had more than two contractions since I called you, so not far at all.” She giggled as she saw the concerned look on his face. “But I do love your enthusiasm.” He relaxed, and chuckled. “At least I didn’t miss anything.” He gave her a kiss, and rested a hand on her belly. Later the midwife arrived, things took a little while to progress. It was near dinner time before Reva really felt uncomfortable with labor and needed to pace and squat to help ease it. The lioness did everything she could to conserve energy and slowly but surely, her labor progressed.

Early in the morning, the pains sharply changed. The urge to push also hit hard, and she squatted low, clinging to Xander as he supported her. “He’s coming.” She said as she returned to standing. She gave her husband a kiss, and then got into position for the delivery. With the midwife’s help, she was supported by Xander as she squatted. The first few pushes moved the baby into her canal, and her strained grunts became a little pleasurable. “Is it normal for this to feel a little good?” She asked the midwife. She smiled. “Maybe, some women can even experience orgasms from the birthing process.” Another push, and the top of the baby's head started to bulge her entrance.

She couldn’t believe how it felt to have a canal full of baby. It opened and stretched her in new ways. She hoped that she still would be able to squeeze her husband’s cock after this when they tried to have more kids. Soon his head started to peak out of her folds. She panted and allowed herself to stretch, not wanting to tear considering how big he was. As she crowned, she could feel herself near an orgasm. “Nnngh! He’s almost here!” She exclaimed. The slow pace of pushing let her build the pleasure, and as the head came out and the baby rotated, she couldn’t help but push hard and orgasm at the same time. The baby slid out in a rush of fluid and her own nectar. Xander had his hands in position to catch him as he came into the world, and brought him to her chest.

Any pain Reva was feeling evaporated as she looked at the large lion cub put in her arms. His little feline face was stamped on her heart, and she held him close. His cries were strong, and he was a very healthy boy. “Oh, my baby, my baby.” She said softly as she held him. The contact with her fur quieted him, soothing the hard pain of birth. She brought him to her breast, and he drank deeply. “What’s his name?” The midwife asked. Both parents smiled, and said in unison “Issac.”