Birthing babys

Six hours. It had been three hours since that cursed egg started to peek through his tight hole, only offering him a brief glimpse at the shimmering blue shell.

He pushed and pushed, feeling the egg slowly slipping lower, pressing against the tight muscles. He panted, cried, groaned and strained, till he finally felt the painful burn of a fully crowning egg.

A curious hand reaches between his legs, brushing over the smooth, iridescent shell. So close, so very close to having the first one out. Once that was done, the others would come easier, their passage already loosened.

However, every push ended in the same result.

Nothing.

The egg didn't budge one tiny bit.

Stuck halfway out of him, stretching him at its widest point, and refusing to move any further.

He tried to pull, but it was too smooth, his hands couldn't grasp it firmly enough to yank it free without risk of shattering it.

Still, as the hours pasted by, the reality that he just might have to break it sinks in.

There was no way of knowing at this point if this egg in particular was fertilized. It could very well be a dud, with no life inside. On the other hand, a baby dragon, small and unprepared for the world. A clear 50/50 chance of killing his own baby.

Then there was the shell itself. It was comprised of sturdy material, a great deal of force would be required to break it, and then Neuvillette would be left with the possibility of slicing himself from the inside out.

Lying on his side, one hand hooked around his thigh, keeping a leg high in the air, he runs the other hand over his swollen middle.

Four more eggs were nestled in his womb, he could feel them shifting and clinking together with each torturous contraction. A weak sob falls from his lips as one of the eggs inside of him drops down, hard and swift, cramping itself down his birth canal till it drops onto the still-stuck egg.

"Now let's meet tonight's contestants." Danny says with a staged smile, his overly white teeth glinting under the spotlights. Walking across the studio floor the camera pans to five heavily pregnant women, each standing behind a podium displaying their name. "Contestant number one is Mandy. She's 41 weeks pregnant with her first baby, a girl. How are you doing tonight Mandy?" The presenter asks casually.

"Ooof- I'm good thanks Danny. Focused and ready for the challenges. It's my first baby so hoping that works in my favour... hooooo...." A contraction cuts off Mandy's fighting talk and she grips the podium and hangs her head, panting heavily.

"First time mums are usually the most successful at this game, so good luck, Mandy! Next up we have Anna." The TV presenter walks across to the next pregnant woman, who's holding her contracting belly and swaying her hips side to side. "Anna is also a first time mum-to-be, 39 weeks pregnant with a baby boy. Do you think you're going to win tonight, Anna?"

"Mnnnghh I'm gonna g-give it my best shot." Anna says timidly with a grimace and a forced smile.

"Contestant number 3 is Becky. Becky is 37 and a half weeks pregnant with her third baby. Some of you eagle eyed viewers may recognise Becky from her second pregnancy and birth. You were unsuccessful last time, managing only two rounds before the head popped out during the dishwasher challenge. Reckon you can make it to the final round this time, Becky?"

"I hope so... hooohooo.... But ohh, this labour came on quicker than expected.... Mnnnnngh, three hours from first contraction to full dilation. But I'm hoping this little one can stay in a bit longer." Becky's cheeks were flushed pink and the sweat glistened on her forehead. Her tight leggings showed just how wide her gait was and every couple of minutes her knees bounced.

"Well, good luck to you Becky." Danny said before turning directly towards the camera. "Looks like she's going to need it." He added with a laugh and a wink.

"Now, next up we have Claudia. Another first time mum, 40 weeks pregnant exactly." The brunette was in the midst of a contraction and merely waved at the camera before holding on to the podium and groaning under her breath.

"And finally we have Niamh. Niamh is 37 weeks pregnant and this is a first for Keep That Crown - she's pregnant with twins!" Danny announced to a cheer from the audience. "You caused quite the discussion with our producers Niamh, as you're pregnant with two lovely healthy babies, we had to decide what the rules would be. Now, even though you're carrying two, you will need to keep both babies from being born in order to qualify for the final round. Reckon you can do that?"

"Definitely, Danny!" Niamh answered confidently. "Twins run in my family, but so do long labours. I'm here to win!"

She planted her hands on her hips and grinned. Her bump was bigger and lower than any of the other contestants and yet she seemed the most relaxed and sure of herself.

"That's the spirit Niamh!" Danny said. "Okay, now that we've met the contestants, let's start the challenges!!" He walked over to a new part of the stage, which was set up like a mini grocery store. The contestants followed, albeit more slowly.

"The first challenge is our iconic grocery shop challenge." Danny explained to the five labouring mothers. "Each of you have been given a shopping list of 7 different items. Your task is to go through our pretend supermarket, collect all the items on your list, and make it back to your podiums. You can use either a basket or the trolly to carry your items, but all items must be back here before the time is up. And remember, no matter how much you want to push, you just have to..."

"Keep that crown!" Shouts the studio audience.

"On your marks, get set.... GO!"

Niamh and Becky were first off the mark and waddled quickly towards the pretend supermarket. They both grabbed a trolly and rushed up and down the aisles of food, searching feverishly for their items. Anna and Mandy were quick to follow, and they chose the handheld basket option. Claudia, however, hadn't left her original position.

"Claudia, you need to move if you're going to collect all your items before the time runs out..." Danny tried to encourage the mum-to-be, but she was groaning loudly and gripping the podium tight.

"Ohhhhhh god. It's so low.... The pressure...." She whimpered.

"Don't push, Claudia. You've got to keep that crown!"

She staggered forward on unsteady legs and eventually reached the supermarket trolly. Barely making it down one aisle, Claudia stopped and squatted, holding on to the cart with a white-knuckled grip.

"Looks like Claudia is already pushing...that was fast. She'd better hope the baby doesn't come out any further or she's not even going to make it through the first challenge!" Danny narrates the scene whilst the camera follows each woman around the store.

Anna and Mandy were throwing items into their baskets, rushing quickly between contractions. Niamh and Becky had already got the first few items in their trolley’s. Whilst Niamh was ploughing ahead, Becky was struck by a forceful contraction and was bracing herself against an aisle. The third-time mother had one hand between her legs and she was mooing slightly under her breath.

Claudia managed to get one item in her trolley but soon gave up completely, crumpling to the floor on all fours and actively pushing her baby out. The bulge in her leggings could be seen appearing and then slipping back again.

"And Niamh is the first one back! Impressive with her twin-filled bump. She's closely followed by Anna and Mandy." Danny joined the returning mothers who were bent over and panting back at their stands. "Becky is still working her way around the store, but seems to be struggling. And- uh oh, Claudia!"

The camera cuts to Claudia on all fours by the frozen foods, the distinctive outline of a fully birthed head now protruding her clothing.

"Aaaand we have our first birth, ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately, Claudia was not able to get through the first challenge and is now delivering her baby in aisle 3!" Danny enthusiastically announced.

The cameras kept their focus on Claudia as she pushed and pushed, but cut back to the TV host when the medical team went over to undress the birthing mother and help deliver the baby.

The sound of a baby crying filled the studio, and the show went to commercial break.

~•~

"Welcome back to Part 2 of Keep That Crown! We have four ladies left in the competition with just as many challenges still to go." Danny said while giving an award-winning smile to the camera.

"Next up is our infamous dishwasher challenge. Looking at you, Becky!" The presenter jokes and the camera cuts to the labouring mother in question. Becky is sweating and holding her extremely low baby bump and rolls her eyes.

Danny continues explaining to the audience at home. "In this challenge, our mums-to-be are tasked with unloading a dishwasher. Now, I've never been pregnant myself so at first, I didn't fully understand why this task would be a challenge. However, since working on this show, I've come to realise just how difficult it is for a heavily pregnant woman to load and unload a dishwasher. It may sound easy, folks, but this challenge has got the better of quite a few mums over the years. Not to mention our current contestant, Becky."

Danny, followed by the camera, travels across the studio to talk to the mums. "Now last time Becky, when you were birthing your second child, this was the challenge that got you. Do you think you'll fare any better tonight?" The presenter asked.

"I don't know Danny... mnghhhh... this baby is pretty desperate to- ugh!- come out." Becky's hands were holding her bump as she swayed side to side, knees dipping whenever she grunted.

"It certainly sounds that way!" Danny's eyebrows raised at the deep groans coming from this third-time-mum. "Now, if you could all make your way over to your allocated dishwashers."

Danny followed the women to the dishwasher setup and began to instruct. "Each of you has an identical dishwasher filled with crockery, cutlery and glassware. Your task is to get all the items out of the machine and stacked on top. You can start on the sound of the buzzer. Three... two... one..."

A klaxon is heard blaring across the studio and the music starts.

Each of the four contestants seemed to approach the challenge in a different way, and Danny began commentating on the challenge as it unfolded.

"First-time mums Mandy and Anna, each carrying one baby and having the smallest bumps of the group, have gone for the regular, forward bend. Mandy is attempting the bottom tray first, starting with the plates and crockery in the most cumbersome of the locations, whereas Anna has decided to tackle the glassware on the top tray, perhaps waiting to build herself up for the more difficult lower level.

"And Becky, our darling returning mum-to-be, has clearly made a strategy after last time. She's taken a new approach of kneeling on the ground beside the dishwasher, picking up plates and putting them on top of the machine. There'll be less physical movement with this choice, but whether her strategy pays off - time will tell." "And lastly we have our mum of twins Niamh. With the biggest belly, carrying two very healthy babies, doesn't have the option of the forward bend and is clearly not sure about getting down onto her knees. What is she going to do ladies and gentlemen?.... Oh, wow. That's a risky move from Niamh!"

The expectant mum of twins was rather nimbly dropping into a deep squat, her obscenely large belly hanging low between her jackknifed thighs and brushed the ground. Collecting a few plates and holding them against her bump in one arm, she pulls herself back to standing to place them above the machine. Seconds later, she's squatting again, collecting the side plates and bowls.

"Wow. Our Irish beauty Niamh is flying ahead in this challenge, but her method is risky and we have never ever seen it used successfully before." Danny's tone showed he was impressed.

Becky had managed to unload half of the bottom tray before she started to obviously struggle. Her knees slide wider on the studio floor, another contraction tightening up her bump and contorting it into a hard round ball. Bracing the tops of her thighs her hips sunk low to the ground and she grunted long and deep.

"Oh no!" Danny cried out. "Looks like Becky is pushing again. Her third baby is eager to join us."

The camera zooms in on the labouring woman; her face red and splotchy with the effort of birth. She was panting and groaning heavily, and from the low angle of the camera, the bulge in her leggings was undeniable. Shouts began to arise from the studio audience. "Don't push!" "Keep that crown!"

"Come on Becky, this challenge bested you last time- don't let it happen again! Keep that crown, mumma!" Danny encouraged.

The third time mum couldn't stop pushing, so in desperation she placed a hand between her thighs to stop the baby coming out any further. Becky grunted forcefully again into her palm and when the contraction was over and her hand removed, the head still appeared to be at a full crown inside her clothing, but was no longer moving. Becky exhaled, shook her head, and continued to remove the remaining items in her dishwasher.

"Anna is flying ahead in this challenge, closely followed by Niamh - those twins seem happy to stay in her belly." Danny observed. "...But it looks like Mandy is starting to struggle."

The soon to be mum was bent over the dishwasher, bracing her thighs and circling her hips, all thoughts of the challenge momentarily forgotten. Her heavy belly squished up tight, contracting forcefully and trying to evict its occupant. She whimpered and wailed as her baby sunk lower and lower, stretching her wide, desperate to be born.

"Uh oh, looks like she's struggling to keep that baby in. The question is.... Will she push?" Danny teased joyfully, adding drama to the already chaotic scenes.

Mandy could be seen muttering to herself under her breath.... Don't push don't push don't push... And yet her efforts were in vain, as the labouring mother soon dropped into a deep squat and bore down, groaning loudly.

"Mandy- hooooo... no! Don't p-push!!" Anna tried to encourage her fellow contestant, breathing heavily as she placed her final item on top of the dishwasher completing the challenge.

"Nnngghhhhh... I can't stop it! I'm pushing!!" Mandy cried, letting out a primal grunt. The bulge between her open legs got bigger and bigger as she pushed, the baby slipping further between her folds and into her tight leggings.

"Aaaaand Anna is the first to complete the challenge!" Danny announces loudly to the studio. "But it looks like we have yet another mother falling at the dishwasher hurdle. Mandy, that baby is almost out.... If the head comes fully out, you are out of the competition."

"Oh god! No..... it's coming out!!!!" Mandy groaned, her body working of its own accord, bearing down and pushing the giant head through her opening. The unmistakable cry of relief that followed told everyone in the studio that the baby's head had been born.

"That leaves three remaining contestants; Anna has finished the task, closely followed by Niamh. Darn, I was sure all that squatting was going to result in a birth- but well done to Niamh! Who do we have left? Oh yes, Becky." Danny smiled and walked beside the labouring mother as she tried to complete the task. "How are we doing Becky?"

"Mnnghhh!" Becky apparently could not speak, putting all her focus and energy on the two tasks - unloading the dishwasher and not birthing her baby. Her knees were wide as she knelt on the floor, the baby's head way beyond a full crown but not quite fully born. She huffed as she picked up the last remaining item, her body trembling as she reached up to place the small plate on the top of the machine, the crockery clinking as she shook whilst stretching up, desperately trying to get that final item in place and complete the challenge that had previously beaten her.

"YES!!!" She cried when the plate slipped onto the pile of clean dishes, and panted heavily with relief. Whoops and cheers rang out from the audience.

"You did it!!!! Well done Becky." Danny exclaimed. "Now, let's go to commercial break, giving our mothers a well-earned rest-" ...the sound of Mandy grunting and pushing in the background briefly interrupted the TV host... "-and also to let Mandy birth her baby girl. Be back in five, folks!"

~•~

Shortly thereafter, Danny and the contestants were lined up for the next challenge, each woman now standing in front of a wardrobe.

"Welcome back to Keep That Crown, where we've had an exciting first two rounds!" Danny announced. "Let's take a moment to check up on our contestants before we move on, shall we?"

He walked over to Anna, who was holding out strong, but definitely getting tired. She was sweating profusely and cradling her low, heavy belly.

"So, what are your thoughts on the challenges so far, Anna?" Danny asked.

"Umm...hmm." Anna muttered, obviously not focused on answering questions. "It's tough. But...hngggh...I think I can h-hold on."

"Let's hope!" Danny said, striding over to the next contestant. "And how are you feeling, Niamh?"

"Feeling good!" Niamh proclaimed, patting her belly. She was breathing heavier and a few beads of sweat could be detected on her forehead, but otherwise she was looking fine. "Ready for another round."

Danny nodded. "Well, that certainly was an impressive feat you pulled off in the last challenge!" He chuckled, then continued on to the last remaining contestant. "And, Becky..."

Becky was standing shamelessly in a somewhat bow-legged position, a massive bulge still in her leggings, as big as before and dripping fluid through her clothes. Surely she was only one small push away from birthing the head. Her whole body was practically shaking from the effort of keeping her baby in.

"...I'm just surprised that baby hasn't budged at all," Danny said frankly.

Becky grunted and her jaw clenched. "Just...get on with the- huuuhh- challenge," She grumbled, stowing one hand between her trembling thighs.

Danny returned to his side of the stage. "All right, time for round three! This one is the Dress-Up challenge. Each contestant has been provided with a wardrobe. Inside is a dress which you must change into, as if you were getting ready for your very own baby shower! Once that's complete, you'll have to return the dress and change back into your regular clothes."

The contestants gave each other exasperated looks. Getting changed is hard work for a pregnant woman even on a normal day... doing it while deep in labour was going to be tough.

"On your marks...get set...go!!" Danny hollered.

The women turned toward their wardrobes and opened them up. They each had an identical dress, with loose, thin cloth that was sure to fit their maternal bodies. Getting it on would be the hard part.

Becky grabbed the dress right away, but she looked over and saw the women next to her starting to take off their tops and bottoms. She looked over at Danny. "Uhh...do we need to strip down to our underwear for this challenge...?"

"Yes, that's usually part of getting changed..." Danny said with a chuckle. The audience laughed along with him.

Becky gulped. "Nngh...o-okay..."

Niamh had already removed her top and was shimmying her leggings down over her hips, leaving her in only a bra and panties.

Anna followed suit, but had to stop before getting her shirt over her head due to a contraction. She doubled over and groaned, gripping her belly. "Oohhh...hoo, God, I dunno if I can do this..."

Meanwhile, Becky was still looking between herself and the dress, only slowly starting to lift her shirt up as her baby's crowning head continued to burden her. It seemed the stress was getting to her.

Niamh sat her clothes off to the side and grabbed the dress. She paused for a contraction, but it barely seemed to phase her. She bent over a bit and exhaled deeply before quickly righting herself.

Anna was now struggling with getting off her leggings. She'd chosen to wear extra tight leggings, hoping they would help hold in the baby in an emergency. But now, after working up a sweat, the fabric clung to her. She was able to roll them down past her hips, but another contraction struck. She squatted just a tad, on shaky legs. "Mmmggghh come on!"

Beside her, Niamh had pulled the dress up over her head, knowing that was the only way it was fitting around her big twin bump.

Becky had only just removed her shirt. She was standing there in her bra and tented-out leggings, clutching her firm belly and muttering to herself.

"Becky?" Danny called out, not sure what was going on. "You should strip down a little quicker if you want to carry on with the challenge..."

Becky gulped again, then nodded. "O-okay..."

Anna had gotten her leggings to her ankles, but as she tried to kick them off, her belly cramped again and she fell forward onto her knees. She grimaced and cried out. "Nooooo aghhh I can feel it coming! I-I don't wanna puuush!"

"Folks, Anna says she doesn't want to push...but will her body agree?!" Danny wondered aloud. The audience focused their attention on the poor labouring woman.

Anna clenched her fists, grunting through the contraction. Now in just her panties, it was all the more clear that she was starting to bulge from the baby's head...

Suddenly, a gasp from the audience. "Wait...what's that? What's she wearing?!"

People turned their heads toward the cause of her outcry. The TV cameras pointed toward Becky, and Danny's jaw dropped when he saw what was happening.

Becky had gotten her leggings down to her knees but the act had revealed her secret weapon. Beneath her leggings and over her underwear, she was wearing a thick leather belt with material that went over her crotch.

Murmurs began to rise in the audience. "Is that... a chastity belt?" "For real? Is that allowed?"

Becky blushed, both from embarrassment and exertion.

Danny was flabbergasted. "Well, I've never seen this, folks...Becky was wearing a leather chastity belt the whole time!"

More audience comments. "Wow, how did she hide that?" "No wonder she was able to hold that baby in!"

"Now, as we know, cheating or giving yourself any unfair advantage is strictly against the rules..." Danny said solemnly. "So, I'm afraid that means I'm going to have to disqualify you from the competition, Becky."

Cameras zoomed in as tears welled in Becky's eyes. "I'm...sorry," she whimpered. "I just...wanted to win so badly this time...but- hnnnngggaaah!"

She was cut off as another contraction hit her. She fell to her knees, and it was clear she was pushing as hard as she could. But no matter how hard she pushed, the baby's head couldn't fully emerge with the leather in the way. She groaned heavily. "Gghh...but...I give up! I'm done! Someone- nngngghhh- just get this belt off of me! The baby needs to come OUT!"

The medics rushed over while the studio audience reeled from the chaos. The cameras turned back to Danny, who was still somewhat in shock. "Well, that was certainly something, folks! We have only two contestants remaining, now. Let's see how they're doing."

Neither Niamh nor Anna let themselves be too distracted by what transpired- they had more important things to focus on. Niamh had fully put on her dress and was taking a minute to pose in it for the cameras. Anna had resisted the urge to push for the time being, and was now grabbing her own dress. She adorned it in a very stiff manner, trying not to move around too much and risk wanting to bear down again.

Niamh removed her dress with ease, but as she was reaching for her original clothes again, a contraction gripped her. This time, she leaned against her wardrobe and groaned, rubbing her belly. She turned her head down and winced, and it looked like she may have finally been starting to falter.

"What are you feeling, Niamh?" Danny asked, trying to sound engaged again after the previous incident. "Hang on, you're almost there!"

"Mmghh...not pushing yet, Danny!" Niamh said, returning to her confident demeanour. She grabbed her clothes and stood back up fully.

Anna had gotten her dress on, but was hunched over again, cradling her swell. "Hooo...gghh...it wants to come out...s-so bad..." She glanced over at Danny. "Can I just...nngggh...keep the dress on?"

"The challenge isn't complete until you change back into your regular clothes!" Danny insisted. Anna groaned and began trying to strip the dress off.

Niamh was once more working at a surprisingly fast pace. With her dress cast aside, she was able to quickly get her clothes back on. It took a bit of time to wrestle her shirt back over her big bump, but once it was on, she raised her arms in victory. The audience cheered.

"It looks like Niamh has completed the challenge! That just leaves Anna- will she make it?" Danny announced.

Anna now had her shirt back on and was gripping her leggings in one hand, but she was riding through another contraction. She leaned on her arms against the wardrobe, her hips angled back.

"Ooohh...ooh, no, baby...nnggghh!" The labouring woman moaned. She tensed up, and her panties bulged out just slightly. The baby was starting to crown. "Guh...I just...gotta get these leggings back on..."

After a few rounds together and only two contestants left, the audience was getting invested. They began to chant, "Go! Go! Keep that crown!"

Mustering her strength, Anna bent down and started to put on her leggings. She was sweating, and it took a great deal of effort to pull the fabric up around her shaky legs. She grunted and panted, trying to keep her legs together long enough to get the leggings over her thighs and hips, even though she desperately wanted to spread them and push.

After a couple minutes of struggle, Anna was finally able to hike her leggings up tight around her waist. She felt between her legs and gave a small sigh of relief, knowing that there was more of a barrier over the emerging head now.

Danny clapped along with the audience. "Well done, Anna! That's round three done. Let's take a quick break and set up for the fourth challenge!"

~•~

“Welcome back to Keep That Crown.” Danny said straight to camera with his best showbiz smile. “If you are just joining us you have missed one hell of an episode so far; three babies born, a set of twins still on the way and our first case of cheating by chastity belt. You certainly won’t get all that on any other show!” 

The camera zooms out and reveals Danny is standing between two heavily pregnant women. “We have two mums-to-be left in the competition - the lovely Anna on my left, expecting a little boy, and the incredible Niamh on my right, who is carrying twins. Now girls, we’re over half-way through the competition now and it’s just the two of you left. How are you feeling Anna?” 

Standing behind her podium Anna pants heavily, her face flushed, gripping her belly and forcing a smile. “It’s— it’s definitely getting tougher. Hooooo… it’s so hard not to p-push….” Her feeble voice whimpers with another contraction and Danny takes the cue and turns his attention to Niamh. 

“And Niamh, you have been storming through these challenges, and you are carrying two babies in there.” He nods and pats Niamh’s obscenely large belly drooping from her hips. “Have you been struggling to resist the urges to push as well?” 

“Well having two of them in there certainly adds a level of difficulty but… mnnnhhh… it’s been okay so far. Just need to breathe through those u-urges…” Niamh’s confident words ring out across the studio but her knees bend subtly, her hands cupping the underside of her gravid swell as one of the baby’s head sinks and presses even lower. 

“There are two more challenges to go. Let’s hope you both can make it through round four. For this challenge each of you will be given a baby doll, your task will be to change the baby’s nappy, dress the baby, and get them into the pram. Don’t worry Niamh, unlike real life you don’t have to do this twice. You each get one baby.” 

The Irish mum laughed through gritted teeth, trying to keep her cool through the increasing contractions. 

“If you two lovely ladies follow me.” Danny instructed, walking the labouring mothers to a new corner of the television studio. Both mothers were walking more and more bow-legged by the minute, but followed silently behind the host. 

“As you can see there are three parts to this challenge; nappy change, dressing baby, and the pram. And I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking “Oh but Danny, you’ve forgotten to set up the prams” but we haven’t.” The TV host smirked to the camera and the audience at home. “Prams these days are so nifty, collapsing into the smallest space to fit easily into the boot of your cars. You will have to work out how to open the pram in order to safely strap your baby doll into the seat.” 

Niamh nodded in understanding, her eyes already analysing the pram in question and its potential latches. Anna meanwhile looked hesitant, nervous, holding her belly and swaying her hips in rapid movements to try and alleviate the relentless pressure between them. 

“Right, Anna you stand here. And Niamh you stand here.” Danny ushered the labouring women to their respective stations for the challenge. “Any questions?” 

“C-can we get any h-help with the pram? Like a partner?” Anna stuttered, trying to steady her breath and her spasming womb. 

“I’m afraid no help is allowed. You have to do all parts of this challenge by yourself. And you can’t leave the baby on the changing mat when you set up the pram, they could roll off, so you must carry them and put them in the pram.” 

Anna paled briefly, looking like she might faint or throw up. 

“On your marks… get set… go!!” Danny cheered and the tense but upbeat music of the challenge sounded around the studio. 

It was neck-and-neck through the first part of the challenge, with both Niamh and Anna confidentially removing the nappy from the toy baby and wrapping a new one over the bottom half of the doll. They weren’t competing for the quickest time, they just had to complete the challenge from start to finish, but even without the time pressure the urgency was clear from the expressions of both women. They wanted this challenge done so they could be one step closer to birthing their babies. 

Unsurprisingly, Niamh finished the nappy change first. The Irish mother was already an audience favourite and steaming ahead in this game. However, before she could pick up the baby clothes to dress the doll her eyes suddenly widened and she curled forward over her large twin-filled belly, gripping the edge of the wooden change table in a death grip. 

“Mmmghhh— oh god!!!!” Niamh groaned loudly as her belly visibly contracted and squashed her babies lower towards their exit. “Fuck…. I can f-feel a head….hoohoohoo…” 

“Oh no, looks like our fan-favourite is starting to struggle.” Danny said excitedly. 

Groaning deeply. Niamh squeezed her grip on the changing table and screwed her eyes shut. “Nngh—! The pressure—” the Irish mother grunted and her knees dipped and widened. 

Seeing her competition struggling, Anna bit her lip through the contraction and quickly pulled the clothing onto her doll and finished the first and second part of the challenge in rapid time. As she stepped towards the pram, the toy baby in arms, it was clear that Anna was racing against more than just her competitor. Her hand lowered, trembling with the effort of denying her instincts, and felt the partially crowned head. “Come on baby…. Just a little bit longer.” Her quiet words to her child were picked up on the microphone and an encouraging cheer erupted from the audience. 

With one arm holding the fake baby, Anna had to work out how to open the pram single-handed. Huffing her way through contractions, red-faced and sweating, Anna pulled and twisted the handle but the pram remained in its collapsed state. 

Niamh meanwhile had survived the aggressive contraction but in her desperation had clamped a hand between her thighs to try and keep herself from pushing. She was now attempting to dress the baby one-handed which wasn’t very successful. 

“Niamh, you’re going to have to work with both hands if you want to keep your winning streak.” Danny said to the contestant over the audience's cheers. 

“But— but it feels like the baby is slipping o-out….” Niamh was frazzled, overcome with the sensations of birth and her cool confidence was fast unravelling. 

“Uh oh— Niamh says the baby is slipping out. What does she need to do ladies and gentlemen?” Danny asked the excitable studio audience who responded with a chorus of “KEEP THAT CROWN!” 

“Ooohhhhhh…. Danny!!! The pram… it just w-won’t o-open!!!!” Anna shouted and the camera pans around to find her on her knees beside the collapsed contraption. The doll was wedged in an elbow so she could use both hands and she was frustratingly pulling and squeezing and twisting every inch of the pram trying desperately to unlock and open it. 

“They do open Anna. They just have a little… knack to them.” Danny winked at the camera before it panned out to show both women struggling to open their prams while simultaneously crowning with their unborn babies. 

“Jesus, who the fuck designed this thing?!” Niamh cursed as she pulled the handle expecting it to expand but grunted with frustration when it didn’t. The Irish mum-to-be had stuffed the toy doll down her top after dressing it, wedging it under her shirt between her breasts and belly in order to use both hands on the final part of this challenge. 

“Ohhhhh god… this baby wants o-ouuttt….” Anna rocked on hands and knees, momentarily abandoning her pram and putting all her efforts into not giving birth. 

Niamh wasn’t looking much better, grunting and occasionally placing her hands between her thighs when her body automatically pushed. 

“This is going to be a close one ladies and gentlemen. Looks like both Anna and Niamh are pushing and it’s going to be a battle of willpower to see who makes it through this challenge.” 

“Mmngghhh….. no— don’t come out—!” Anna grunted, pulling the waistband of her leggings up and making the fabric taut and unforgiving at the crotch, creating a barrier against the emerging head. 

“Oh! Oh! I’ve got it!!” Niamh cried, finding the switch that when pressed allowed the pram to fully expand. “Anna… it’s on the left, by the l-logo…” Niamh panted as she pulled the fake baby out from under her top and almost threw it into the seat, quickly buckling the baby into the straps and clamping her hands between her thighs once more before the next contraction could strike. 

Anna scrambled on her knees, searching for the latch Niamh had mentioned. The pressure between her hips was building, the baby certainly at a full crown in her underwear. “Ohhhh god…. I need to push….” Rocking on her knees Anna flailed her hands over the pram and with a cry of relief found the button and the pram popped open. Placing her fake baby in the seat and buckling it in, tears fell from Anna’s eyes as she trembled against the raging waves of her labour. 

“Wow! Excellent work ladies; you have both completed the fourth challenge.” Danny announced, genuinely impressed that both contestants were still in the game. “Let’s take a quick break and we will be back with the fifth and final challenge. Who will keep that crown, and who will fall at the last hurdle? See you in five!” 

~•~

“Welcome back to the final part of Keep That Crown, the only game show that’ll have you pushing babies instead of buttons. As you may have guessed, we are getting in the Christmas spirit for the fifth and final challenge.” Danny wiggles his head slightly and the camera pans out to reveal a red and white Santa hat on top of his perfectly styled hair. “We decided to change things up as the holiday season approaches and we have a festive final challenge for you this week. Don’t worry folks, it is a relatively simple task, but… doing it whilst deep in the throes of labour?…” The wide and wicked grin from the TV presenter shines bright across the studio right into the television screens to all the people at home. “This may be our toughest challenge to date.”

As Danny continued talking to the camera the distinctive sounds of groaning and heavy breathing in the background grew louder. Danny walks across the studio, followed by the camera, and stands beside the two remaining contestants who were both now dressed up as Mrs Santa Claus. In hourglass silhouettes, the red velvet cinched at the waist but stretched tight across their pregnant bellies, the hem finished with luscious white fur. The dresses were short, barely covering their hips, allowing a clear view of the tight leggings underneath. Niamh’s hands were still clamped between her thighs as she sweated profusely, panting erratically. While Anna was groaning, her hands splayed wide across the velvet surface of her belly as if she could just hold the baby inside. 

“Ladies, I see you’re both dressed for the season.” Danny said cheerfully but his enthusiasm was not reciprocated. Anna’s face was blotchy and flushed as she held back her urges, sweat rolling down the side of her cheeks. Whereas Niamh looked fiery and frustrated, her knees dipping every few seconds, hands clamped firm at her crotch as she gritted “Get-on-with-it-!” 

Danny put his hands up in mock-surrender “Okay, okay. Let’s get on with the final task…. The Christmas Tree challenge!” In a corner of the studio there were two large Christmas trees, over 10ft in height, and both were completely bare. Beside each tree was a box filled with all manner of decorations from lights and tinsel, to beads and baubles. “Niamh, Anna, your challenge is simple; to decorate the Christmas tree. Your Christmas trees must be completely decorated, from the lowest branches all the way to the highest. Your tree must have at least 3 different types of decorations and it must have the star on the very top.” 

Two assistants on the show briefly came into shot, each placing a step ladder beside the trees and promptly running off stage. The ladders were clearly for the women to use in order to get to the very top of the Christmas tree. Anna visibly gulped with fear, while Niamh was staring at the floor very obviously pushing against her hand. 

“I would usually speak with each of you before the challenge, but erm, I’m guessing neither of you are up for chit chat..?” Danny asked with a laugh and got a grunting response from the Irish mother-to-be. “Okay then. Let’s dive into the challenge. On your marks, get set, GO!” 

Immediately Niamh waddled bow-legged and determined towards her tree, carefully removing one hand from between her legs and grabbing the set of Christmas lights from her box. Staggering side to side around the large tree, the labouring woman tossed sections of the lights with reckless abandon onto the different branches of the pine tree. Round and around she went adding the white lights up the tree but when she reached shoulder height she looked nervously up at the top of the tree, knowing what had to be done next. Niamh stood at the bottom of the step-ladder, gripping it tight with one fist while the other remained firm between her legs. She paused, waiting for the miniscule gap between contractions, before taking a hesitant step up the ladder. 

Meanwhile Anna seemed to be struggling to put one foot in front of the other, her head was dipped low as she held her large bump and breathed heavily. She tried to move but a squeaking whimper came out instead. 

“Come on Anna, you’re so close, don’t give up now.” Danny tried to encourage. 

“Oooohhh… I can’t— move—” Anna said with a fearful whine. 

Danny watched her struggle for a few seconds before taking pity on the girl and wrapped a supportive arm around her waist. “Come on, love. Let’s get you to your tree.” Angry voices came through the presenter’s earpiece as he then yelled to someone off screen “I’m just helping her get to the challenge, that’s all!” 

When they reached her designated challenge area, Anna gripped onto the step ladder, her wide legs trembling with the effort of not giving birth. “I can’t help you anymore sweetheart, but you’re so close. You can do this.” Danny encouraged quietly. Anna nodded, breathing deeply, preparing herself for the final hurdle. Then she abruptly let go of the ladder and dived into the decorations box grabbing as much as she could carry and unceremoniously whacking the decorations along the bottom branches of the tree. 

The Irish mother-to-be was now halfway up the step ladder trying to throw the Christmas lights around the top few branches of the tree. With a final effort she rose up onto her tiptoes and leant forward, lassoing the lights over the very top. The movement came with a price as a split second later the microphone caught her sharp gasp and the camera showed a clear bulge protruding between her thighs, her hand quickly moved to clamp hard against her crotch. 

“Niamh….” Danny’s words were jokingly stern as he stood beneath her ladder. “Was that a head poking through?” 

“No! Nnnghh— of course not. Still-ohhhh-very much c-crowning Danny!” She gritted loudly with a slight hiss through her teeth. 

“Good girl, remember to Keep That Crown!” Danny said, getting the audience to join in, everyone soon chanting the show’s iconic catchphrase. 

Over by the other tree, Anna had thrown all manner of decorations onto the bottom half of the pine tree. There was no style or strategy, the labouring woman frantically grabbing and hooking any decoration she could find onto the spindly branches. Sweat was dripping down her face and she took a breather at the decoration table, wiping her brow with the thick soft velvet of the sleeve of her festive costume. Anna lowered a hand between her legs, her eyes pinching hesitantly as she felt the crown of her baby’s head just inside her clothing. 

“Stay there little guy.” She whispered, exhausted but determined. 

“Anna, how are you getting on, sweetheart?” Danny asked, out of shot of the camera but carefully watching and narrating the scene to the audience at home.  

“I’m— ohhhhhh— hanging in there. And…I’ve got an idea…” Anna said aloud, then surprisingly picked up the whole plastic box of decorations and carried it over and up the step ladder. 

Gasps could be heard from the studio audience, impressed at her stamina and strength. Niamh looked up, worried at the reaction from the audience, and tried to look over at her competitor but couldn’t see past the thick branches of the tree. 

Higher and higher Anna climbed, the box wedged into the curve of her waist beneath her outstretched arm. Then, upon reaching the top of the ladder, she loudly dumped the decorations on the top step. The labouring woman proceeded to stand half-way up the ladder, picking up each item from the box and hanging it onto a branch. Her mis-mash of decorations meant she was already meeting the criteria of the task - to have at least three different types of decorations. Whereas her competitor Niamh, having chosen to add lights, meant she was having to go around the whole tree again to add the decorations. 

The tension in the studio could be cut with a knife, both women evenly matched in their birthing progress, but Anna was taking a surprisingly clear lead in completing the challenge. 

“It's neck-a-neck on this final challenge folks, but who will come out victorious? Can both Anna and Niamh hold off from giving birth just that little bit longer…. Or will they fall at the final hurdle?”  Danny riled up the studio audience who had started chanting support for their favourite contestant. 

Anna was getting higher up the step ladder, getting closer and closer to finishing the challenge. But Niamh was faltering. Badly. She was still on the ground, trying painfully slowly to add decorations to the bottom half of the tree. To the camera she was partially hidden behind the thick branches of the Christmas tree, the odd flash of red and white from her costume coming in and out of view. Her deep, rumbling groans and grunts could be heard over the speakers, because even though she was hidden, the microphone she wore captured everything… 

“nnnghhh—!! No! Don’t— gggrhhh—” the rough husky voice of the Irish mother-to-be echoed around the studio. 

The flash of red velvet behind the tree appeared to be sinking lower and lower, heading towards the ground. Danny, wide eyed, rushed over and beckoned the cameras to follow. 

“Oh…. Niamh….” Danny said as the camera showed everyone in the audience and at home the impending mother of twins. 

Down on her knees, Niamh braced her thighs with both hands, her whole body trembling. Her ass was raised up off her heels and the round shape of a baby’s head was forming under her leggings as she pushed. 

“Nnnnghhh—!!! It’s coming out—!!!!!” Niamh wailed, and then collapsed forwards onto her hands with a cry of relief when the head, very evidently, was born. 

“That’s it folks, our fan favourite is now out of the competition.” Danny said brightly to the camera, before adding “Niamh, you should be very proud. You did amazing. You’ve set the bar extremely high for any other twin pregnancies that’s for sure.” 

Niamh remained curled over on all fours, panting as she caught her breath, the medics rushing onto the studio floor to help her deliver her twins. The camera cuts back to Danny, who strolls between the Christmas trees talking to the audience. 

“So, that leaves us with one mother-to-be left in the competition. Anna,” he called up the ladder to the last woman standing “if you can finish this challenge, you’ve done it.” 

Anna was all the way up the ladder at this point, riffling through the box of decorations and throwing them haphazardly on the top few branches of the tree. The audience cheered and yelled, supporting and encouraging the last remaining contestant as she struggled through the final hurdle. She sagged against the ladder when the decorations were done, heaving deep breaths and gripping the ladder for dear life. When she started to descend the step ladder, Danny interrupted urgently. 

“No! Anna, you still need to add the star at the top!!”

Anna looked like she was about to cry, or scream at him. Her whole body was trembling with the effort of not giving birth, the constant low rumblings from her chest as she fought the back to back contractions. With quaking hands she rummaged through the box, trying to find the star as quickly as she could. Every now and then she’d grunt involuntarily, resulting in tense gasps from the audience, the camera zooming in on her closely. 

“Come on Anna, find that star! You can do it!” Danny yelled up the ladder. She held it proudly in the air when her hands found the glittery item and proceeded to step to the very top of the ladder. As she reached the top she fiercely threw the box of decorations to the floor to stand right on the highest step. 

The whole studio was silent, breaths collectively held as they watched the labouring woman atop the ladder, stretching,  reaching up and up and up, straining to get the star on the very top of the tree. 

A wild cheer erupted as the decoration was put into its rightful place and Danny announced loudly; “YOU DID IT! Anna, you did it!! You’ve won £100,000!” 

Just as I settle in I start to feel some cramping in my stomach. I try to breathe through it and rub small circles on the oversized sphere. Eventually, it calms down enough and I’m able to continue to do my work.

That’s what I thought at least. It wasn’t until I was stopping my work every 10 minutes to get through a cramp did I realize that I was in labor. I quickly sent a few emails saying I was taking off before I hastily grabbed my things.

I went to get up when a particularly forceful contraction forced me to stay in my chair. I breathed through it and tried to stay calm, not wanting to draw the attention of my nearby coworkers. When it ended I got up as fast as I could and waddled out the door.

I was half way through the parking lot when my next contraction started. I cried out from the pain and stumbled a bit. I couldn’t stop now. I had to at least make it to my car. I continued to waddle with everything in me to make it there. I braced myself on the driver's side door to breathe through the rest of my contraction.

When it ended, I climbed into the driver's seat. My belly touched the steering wheel at this point in my pregnancy. No matter how far back I set the seat or how straight up I sat.

I debated just calling an ambulance right there, but I decided I would at least try to make it home. I fumbled to get the key into the ignition. My next contraction was already starting to swell inside me. I stopped trying to turn the car on and focused on breathing. I groaned and tried to rock my hips in the tight seat.

Finally, the contraction ended. I was now much calmer the second time I tried to stick the key in. Only missing twice, from my hands shaking, before I was able to stick it on and turn the car on.

Now, I just had to drive the 20 minutes home. I tried to just focus on getting myself home. It was no use though, the next contraction already starting before I left the parking lot.

When I managed to get on the road it wasn’t much better. My contractions were starting to get closer and closer together. Every stoplight seemed to change to red when I approached it. There were too many other cars on the road. It all wasn’t going well.

It wasn’t long before I decided it was best to pull off into a parking lot. The head was moving down faster than I expected. It had started to rest heavily on the entrance to my pussy. I couldn't help but push at the feeling. The head started to move in response. It opened my pussy up and made my pants bulge. When I stopped pushing the head slid back inside me.

I realized after the fact I hadn’t taken my seatbelt or pants off. I started to panic about how the baby would come out of me. I frantically started to fumble with the belt but a contraction forced me to stop and only focus on pushing. The head tried to move but the way I was sitting up the seat held it inside me.

When the contraction finally tapered off, I started to fumble for the seatbelt again. My hand shook as I felt my way to the button, pushing it to unclasp the belt. I grab at the belt and get it around my massive belly. Letting it go so it can retract back.

One thing down, one more to go. I knew my pants needed to come off but they were much harder to remove. I tried to lift my hips and grab at the waistband but it was too late the next contraction started. I sat the seat back further and leaned back. I didn’t care that my pants were still on. I pushed hard. Which caused the head to slide an inch out of me. I pushed again as my contraction tapered off. Unfortunately for me, it was too weak and the head didn’t move.

I continued to struggle to remove my pants now that my contraction had ended. I only managed to move the waistband down before the next contraction was starting. The pain was swelling and my pushing increased with it. The head continued to slide a bit further into my pants with each push. The bump’s size now made it very obvious something was coming out of me.

I barely had time to rest before my next contraction. I pushed again, unable to stop myself. The burning feeling from being stretched too much was excruciating. I couldn’t stop now. I braced myself once again and pushed hard. Suddenly, with a scream, the baby’s head bursts forward into my pants.

I frantically grab at my pants. Between the pain and adrenaline and my stomach being a little smaller snd softer, I finally managed to get them down my thighs. As soon as I did, I felt the next contraction start. I started to push again. It only took 2 big pushes for the baby to come sliding out of my now ruined hole.

Albedo "Ooo....ooohhh...." rocking his hips, Albedo lets his head fall forward. His cock twitches, and as he leans against the wall, he snakes one hand between his legs. "Come on...almost there..." his belly tenses, cock going hard as another contraction forces him to bear down. The head begins to spread his cunt open, and without thinking, Albedo grabs hold of his cock and gives it a rough pump. "Almost the-there..." he squats down, closing his eyes and working his wrist as his pussy blooms. "Fuck!" he swears, cumming hard as the baby slips from him and onto the pile of blankets below. Gasping for breath, he lifts his squalling newborn, still confused and hazy.

Bennett "Ohh...oh yes, yes!" he can't explain it, and shame was lost hours ago. The waves of pain had given way to pleasure, each contraction causing his cock to twitch and jump. Benny knows he should be in pain, should be crying and screaming, but instead, he finds himself cumming for the third time in as many hours. "Yes...YES!" he reaches around his swollen belly, fingers pinching at his clit as his cock twitches and fails to produce any more cum. All at once, as his orgasm waves over him, he feels something large and heavy slip from his gaping cunt. "O-oh, oh Archons-!" he lifts his baby up in shock, snuggling them close as he thanks whatever deity was watching over them.

Diluc Locked in his bedroom, Diluc sways back and forth. His cheeks are red with shame, and there was no logical way to explain what he was feeling. The heaviness in his womb felt comforting, the waves of pain slowly dissolving into muted pleasure. Even as the head begins to shove its way out of his aching cunt, Diluc can't stop the moan of ecstasy that leaves him. "Fuckkk...fuck..." he barely pushes, pussy spasming through an orgasm and forcing his infant into his waiting hands.

Kaeya "Fuck...yes...oh yes...yes!" his back arches off the bed, eyes nearly rolling back into his skull as his cock spurts ropes of sticky cum all over his quivering belly. Hours of labor had worn him down, but now he found himself unable to hold back. He grabs his cock and squeezes, forcing a second orgasm in seconds, a scream of blinding pleasure filling the room as his newborn pops free onto the ruined sheets.

Mika "Ohhhh...ohhh...whats....happening..." squatting on the floor, Mika lets his head fall back. His hands rubbed circles over his heaving belly, his pussy dripping with slick as he caresses the tender skin and feels his baby wiggling inside of his bulging cunt. "Noo...oh-oh- OH!" his eyes fly open, cock standing at attention as his baby slips free with little resistance. Panting, it takes a moment for his orgasm to wash away before Mika finally pieces together what just happened.

Razor Howling with pleasure, Razor curls around his belly and paws at his dripping pussy. Every nerve in his body was going haywire, screaming with joy as his body contracted. All at once, he feels his pup slide free, and he whines at the empty feeling left in his cunt.

Venti Legs pulls back nearly against his chest, belly round and full, Venti babbles into the wind. "Yes, yes! So close...so close...fuck...yes! Oh...oh...ohhhhhhh~" The burning sensation of having his pussy stretched beyond its limits sent him over the edge. Giggling and moaning, he doesn't even feel his child leave his body, too focused on just how amazing it felt.

Liyue

Baizhu He'd seen it once before, a mother asking for his assistance in bringing their child into the world, only to watch in surprise as she orgasmed her way through the agony. Never did he expect to experience it himself. "So....full...." a trail of drool slips down his chin, eyes glazed over as he palmed at his aching cock, "T-t-t-to...to....m...much..." the first of his twins rested heavily against his cunt, it's twin still tumbling around in Baizhu's oversensitive womb. He feels them flip, watches their form stretch his skin, and wails with pleasure. The first of the twins popped into his hands, while he panted his way through the waves of his orgasm.

Chongyun The thought crosses his mind, perhaps he had been possessed by an evil spirit. Was that what was causing such sensations? He quickly chases the idea away, possessed or not, the pleasure was immeasurable, and he could care less what was causing it. "Ohhhh...ohhh....so....good..." he pumps his cock messily, going still as he cums, baby sliding onto the sheets.

Gaming He muffles his moans of pleasure as best he can. With his family helping with the birth, Gaming can't stop the humiliated blush spreading over his cheeks and down his neck. His aunties hush him, laughing and telling him it's fine, to be thankful to experience a 'painless' birth. "N-nnnyhh...oh...oh....oh~!" his hands run down the curve of his belly, back arching as the head pops from his dripping cunt. "S-s-shit...shit...so...so full...oh...ohhhhhh fuckkkk~!" he grips his belly, cock splattering the underside with cum as one of his aunties skillfully catches the newborn.

Xiao Pain was an old friend, but pleasure was worrying. He shouldn't be enjoying this, that isn't how birth worked. He should be screaming as his cunt was ripped open, but now, all he can do is stifle a moan behind his trembling hands. "Archons...forgive me-" he cums with a shout, body jerking violently as his orgasm catches him off guard. The baby lands safely onto the small bed he'd prepared, wailing loudly.

Xingqiu The midwives share a confused look, but only shrug. Xingqiu's fingers were buried inside his leaking cunt, stroking his most sensitive bits as fluid and slick squelched obscenely. "Oh~ Yes~ Come out~ Come out, come out, comeeee~" a smile is plastered on his face as his pussy spasms, his baby sliding onto the bed much to the shock of the midwives.

Zhongli The stone pillar found himself crumbling quickly. As his child slid further down into his cunt, another low, moan of pleasure all but purrs from his lips. His hands work circles over his aching belly, teasing the tender skin and sending a shiver down his spine. A soft moan spills from his lips, his child plopping ungracefully onto the bed of blankets below.

Inazuma Arataki Itto Pinching at one of his nipples, Itto groans as milk streams between his fingers and down his chest and belly. Massive cock jumping with each tweak of his tender breasts, Itto shouts in shock as a contraction sends pleasure pulsing through his overly crowded womb. "Oh- fuck yes!" he's all but laughing with glee as the first of his children drop into his waiting hand, the cord still binding them together dragging over his overly sensitive clit and causing a full body twitch to shock his system. "Fuck...fuck~!"

Ayato Dignity be damned, Ayato wasn't letting any stuffy old midwife ruin this for him. What was "proper" be damned, he would take the strike to his family name if it meant feeling such pleasure over the sheer agony of childbirth. "Oh...Archons...here it comes~" tender belly flushed red to match his cheeks, Ayato throws his head back and pushes, "Oh...oh~ Oh it's so big, it's spreading me wide open-~!" laughing giddily, the head of the Kamisato house ignores all the stares and cums with a shout as his heir tumbles into the world between his legs.

Gorou Pups already born, Gorou isn't sure he can take another orgasm but his body was begging. His cock was wrung dry, gapping cunt twitching around nothing. In the haze of pleasure, he reaches for the umbilical cords still hanging from his pussy, and shoves them back inside of his cunt. It helps him feel less empty, but as he begins to pull them out, slowly, it triggers another orgasm. Wrapping them around his knuckles, he pulls, hard. They go tight, and the feeling of the afterbirth tearing away from his womb causes him to scream with pleasure, the fullness of the bloody sac leaving his pussy finally satisfying his needs.

Kazuha He hums, soft smile on his lips as he rocked his hips back and forth. "Opening up...like a flower...open....open up nice and wide~" he lets his head fall back, womb contracting tightly as his baby wiggles further down his birth canal. "That's right...almost there....mommy is waiting-" moaning loudly, Kazuha bares down, dick twitching as his infant falls into his waiting hands.

Heizou Dizzy with need, Heizou crawls onto all fours. Heavy belly dragging the ground, he whimpers with pleasure as his cunt spreads open. Slick and fluid dripping down his thighs, he squeals as a rush of fluid rushes from him. "Hmm...hmmm....come on baby...almost there~" he leans forward, pressing his belly into the floor as he bore down. The newborn pops out into the midwives waiting hands.

Thoma Resting in the warmth of a bath, one leg hung over the side of the tub, Thoma stroked his cock in long, languid movements. Everything seemed to be moving so slowly, but as the pleasure pulsed inside of his cunt, Thoma allowed his body to do as it wanted. He could feel his child descending down, the sensation of his birth canal being battered sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh....yes....yes...thank you Archons-!" he bares down, belly tightening as hid body expelled his infant into the warmth of the water.

Sumeru

AlHaitham He'd read about it, once, long ago. He was certain it was a myth, or a misremembered story, but as his cock twitched to life for the fourth time, and his pussy pulsed with pleasure, AlHaitham believes it to be fact now. "Shit- right there-!" the pads of his fingers graze over his clit, a tight moan leaving his throat as the baby pops free with little resistance.

Cyno It's funny, really. At least, it is to Cyno. Cum stained his clothes, unable to undress fast enough, the pleasure shooting through him causing his knees to buckle and his cock to spasm once again. The head bulges in his pussy, a thrilled keen leaving his chest. Cyno catches the baby in his waiting hands, still shivering from his orgasm.

Kaveh If AlHaitham ever saw him, he'd never be able to live it down. Whimpering softly, Kaveh runs his finger around his popped belly button, teasing the sensitive nub as his belly contracted. Heat burns his cheeks, watching as his navel bulges further outward with each push. "Ohhhhh....ah...ah..ah...hooo..." he presses his navel inward, gasping as it sent a shockwave of pleasure through his aching cunt. "Hooo~ Ohhh...hooo..ahh....fuck..." he pinches it, pulling it sharply and screaming out in rapture as he cums, baby all but falls from his slick pussy.

Sethos Panting heavily, Sethos watches as his belly contracts. The muscles clench around his womb, the sight of it sending shivers over his body. Sitting with his legs wide apart, curious eyes follow the trail of slick and fluid dripping down onto the floor. His cock is hidden under his expanded womb, but as he relaxes and allows his distended belly to rest, it rubs against his aching dick. Each pant caused his belly to bounce, tickling the weeping head of his cock, till finally, he cums with a scream. The baby slides into his hands, and Sethos is left dazed.

Tighnari Two pups nested safely beside of him, Tighnari whines as another orgasm threatens to wash over his already exhausted body. He curls his tail under himself, humping it frantically as another contraction pushes the last pup into his cunt. He howls, head being thrown back as his baby pops free.

Fontain

Freminet The water helps to soothe his nerves, but never did he expect to find himself enjoying the experience. "Shit...oh...no...no...no~!" he can't stop it, his body forcing the baby from his womb and into his hands with one final orgasm.

Lyney "Yes....yes~! I'm just...a breeding bitch~!" muttering under his breath, Lyney didn't care anymore. Fact was stranger than fiction, and the way his body was reacting couldn't have been further from what he'd expected. Letting his fantasies run wild, Lyney didn't feel an ounce of pain, only the overwhelming need to cum again and again- "Yes! Yes, yes YES!" he bares down, cock spurting cum on the underside of his belly while he catches the infant slipping from his cunt.

Neuvillette Shame filled him, hot and red. Birth wasn't meant to be pleasurable, yet here he was. He ran his hands over his swollen belly, eyes half-lidded as he trailed a teasing nail down the dark line that had formed during his pregnancy. His nail scraps over his navel, and he shivers, cock twitching. He gives it a pinch, tugging and pulling the sensitive bud while his belly quivers. He thinks how good it would feel to have something take it between their teeth, nibble on it, and the heat of their breath against the curve of his heavily filled womb- He cums with a cry, water splashing around him as his baby pops free with a rush of cloudy fluid.

Dottore Most likely a result of some experiment, he's pleasantly surprised by how...good he feels. Pain has never been a particular issue for him anyhow, but this isn't just a matter of not feeling much pain, but feeling intense pleasure. Each contraction sends a shiver down his spine, his cock growing harder with each burst of rapture. Even as the baby crowns, tearing him open as it goes, he's nearly in tears as yet another orgasm is wrung from his aching cock.

Capitano Braced himself for the worst. He's not a fool, and he's well aware of how dreadful childbirth. Labor starts with nagging cramps, but nothing he isn't able to brush off easily. However, as the hours drag on, he finds himself growing more and more aroused. His cunt is dripping slick, his clit swollen and pulsing with need. Each push causes his womb to tighten, need growing as he desperately strokes his cock. He cums with a guttural growl, delivering his baby with shocking ease.

Pierro Locked up in his personal chambers, Pierro honestly finds the overwhelming feeling of rapture to somehow be more humiliating than wailing opening in agony. This isn't normal, not natural at all, but really, what right does he have to complain? His body is doing it's job, and who is he to deny himself a bit of indulgence? As his child pushes itself from his cunt, his fingers are busy working his clit in rough strokes, a shuttering breath filling the room as he cums.

Pantalone One very confused household of servants hearing his absolutely unabashed shrieks of pleasure. He's a mess, hair a tangled mess as he runs his hands through it, cock twitching and jumping with each stroke of his belly. Labor coursed through him like a shot of ecstasy, and as he bares down, child coming into the world with reckless force, Pantalone swears he's never cum so hard.

Childe This is nothing like what he saw his own mother experienced. He'd been prepared for a long, painful labor, and instead, he finds himself struggling to cum for the sixth time that night. Honestly, he's cum so many times it hurts, but with the overstimulation of his fingers pressing against his clit and his child stuffing him full from the inside, Childe can't help but chase that high again and again.

"Shut the fuck u-" Kaeya jolts forward, barely making it to the toilet before more watery bile burns his throat, "I haven't had anything to drink today...not for a few days, in fact."

Raising an eyebrow in disbelief, Diluc doesn't respond, only wetting a washrag and passing it to Kaeya.

"Told you..." Kaeya leaned back on his heels, swallowing thickly and groaning, "Food poisoning...I knew better than to trust Lisa's cooking..."

"If you aren't better by morning, I'm calling Barbara down to check on you." Kaeya waves his 'brother' off, kneading his knuckles into the aching muscles of his abdomen.

"I can handle the vomiting but these cramps...damn, they won't let up." Diluc offers a hand, helping Kaeya to his feet.

"Lay down, try to sleep it off." ~~~

The room is dark, silence filling the space between Kaeya's rapidly beating heart. It hurt, everything hurt, but mostly his stomach and hips. The ache is bone deep, the pressure mounting no matter how hard he tried to relieve himself. Food poisoning and constipation, what a winning combination.

"Kaeya..." sleep deep voice rumbling beside him, Diluc reaches out, giving his arm a squeeze, "You still up?"

Kaeya tries to smile, even though he knows Diluc can't see his face in the dark, but all he can do is moan.

"Kaeya?" sleep is replaced with urgency, the lamp next to their bed flickering on, "Kaeya- Shit, Kaeya!" the younger man blinks, confused. He knows he must look like shit, but Diluc sounds positively petrified.

"I'm getting Barbara-"

Kaeya struggles to sit upright, opening his mouth to protest when he finally sees the issue.

Blood.

Blotches of it cover the sheets between his legs, though he'd been too sweat-soaked to notice before. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, but the moment he stands, his body gives out. Crashing to the ground, the pain seemed to amplify as his anxiety took hold.

"D-don't go!" Kaeya calls out, trembling as Diluc gathers him into his arms.

"You're bleeding, why didn't you wake me up-"

Reaching for Diluc's shirt, Kaeya grips it tight.

"Pants- off-!!" confused, Diluc pulls the fluid-soaked garments down around Kaeya's ankles.

"Coming...push, fuck-" his brain is firing in every direction, fear overriding sense, instinct toppling reason. The pain was sinking lower, that pressure building embarrassingly low. To hell with it all, better to be humiliated than dead.

He gives a tentative push, crying out as something hard pokes at his hole. The tight muscles stretch, Diluc gasping in horror.

"Kaeya- Kaeya why didn't you tell me-?!" he lays his 'brother' onto the floor, adrenaline rushing through him as he spies the head bulging. There isn't time to act before it's popping free, slipping with ease into his hands as Kaeya gave a single, desperate push.

"Shit- Shit, Kaeya, Shit shit shit!!!" he can barely bring himself to look, good eye going wide as Diluc cradles a squawling bundle to his chest.

"You should have told me!" he shouts, eyes burning with fear and anger. Kaeya swallowed, choking on emotion.

Argenti "My love?" waking in the middle of the night to find Caelus missing from his side, Argenti quickly shuffled off to the nursery. A large silhouette is shadowed over their sleeping babe's crib, an odd stillness filling the dark room. "My love, are you alright?" moving forward, Argenti lays a hand to Caelus' shoulder. "No." voice strained, throat closing, Caelus grips the edge of the crib tighter. "Darling, what's wrong-" "Everything!" the force of his shout startles Argenti back a step, "Everything is wrong!" tears spill down Caelus' pale face, "I don't...I don't feel anything! I don't...love her. I'm her mother, and I don't love her..." covering his face with his trembling hands, Caelus sinks to his knees, sobbing, "It isn't supposed to be like this, it's wrong! I-I'm like her-my 'mother' I'm...like her, aren't I?" kneeling down in front of the young man, Argenti pulls him close, "Darling...why didn't you say something sooner...we'll figure this out, alright?" he pulls back, cupping his lover's face in his hands, "You're nothing like that woman...please...don't compare yourself to her."

Arlan The sound of metal crashing to the floor and the screaming of their infant son sends Arlan skittering into the kitchen. "Get him out of here!" there's a mixture of rage and panic stirring in Caelus voice, tears brimming his eyes as a red hot pan with the remnants of dinner was scattered over the floor. Arlan doesn't question, snatching their baby from his bassinet. He quickly looks him over, content to see no visible injuries, and settles him into his crib before returning to Caelus. "What happened." Still standing over the stove, completely still, Caelus sucks in a shuttered breath, "I-I don't know-I just...I wanted to hurt him-" he turns, tears dripping down his cheeks, "I don't want to hurt him-I had the pan in my hands and I-I threw it, I was going to do something bad-Arlan, I'm sorry-" pulling him into a hug, Arlan tightens his grip, "We're going to see one of the ship's psychologists, ok? We're going to get you help."

Aventurine (TW: Self Harm) He should have seen the signs, guilt creeping up his spine as Caelus yelped in shock. Long, angry red lines weeping blood run up the course of his thighs, broken razer still in his shaking hands. Without thinking, the blonde grabs it from his lover's hands, yanking it away by the blade and slicing his plan open as he does so. "Aven-" "What the fuck are you doing?" there rage tinting his tone being spurred on by the sheer terror in his gut, "Caelus, those are so deep, you have a fucking artery there-" of course Aventurine knows, he knows too well. "I-I-" the words are dead on his tongue, tears falling down his cheeks, "I don't feel anything. I don't feel anything at all, and I'm scared." a chill rushes down Aventurine's spine, eyes going wide. How did he miss all the signs? Why did it take till now? Grabbing a towel and pressing it to the worst of the wounds, he pulls his cell phone from his back pocket. "I'm calling for help. I'm going to get you help...just...don't do this again, for the love of all that's holy don't do this again."

Blade The glint of the blade catches his eye before anything else. Reflexes kicking in, fingers curling around Caelus' wrist and wrenching the object from his grasp. "Don't hold shit like this near her-" he stops, eyes narrowing. No, Caelus would never- Why though? Why was he holding a knife while looking over their child's crib? No, he would never- "I'm sorry," hallow and unfeeling, the words almost cause Blade to feel frightened, "I...I thought...was if...she was like you...can she die?" all at once, as if the trance was broken, Caelus jerks back from the crib. "Aeons, why...why was I thinking that? Blade- Blade, I-I don't know what happened-" placing the sharp object aside, he lays a hand to the man's shoulder. "Leave him to me...I think you should speak with the other Nameless, they...might be able to help more than I can, but for now, I think it's best you leave."

Boothill (TW: Suicide attempt)

The gut-wrenching scream that comes from Caelus almost makes the cyborg feel some phantom sense of nausea in his non-existent stomach. The rope was tied, he was seconds away from disaster and Caelus was a heap on the floor, screaming. "Why did you stop me?!" he sobs, "I can't do it-I can't do it anymore, I just wanna make it stop!" "Get ahold of yerself!" Boothill grabs his shoulder, giving him a shake, "What the hell are ya thinking?! Ya wanna leave yer daughter without a mother-" he regrets the harshness of his words as soon as they pass over his lips, the desperate sound leaving Caelus only sending another wave of terror down the back of his neck. "She doesn't need me!" he sobs, "I'm a horrible mother...I don't feel anything when I hold her...I'm a monster..." "That...ain't true...." Boothill looks around, desperate for a fix to this problem, "Just...stop strugglin..I...I'll call someone, I'll find help for ya just...stay with me."

Dan Heng/Lunae "Caelus, what are you doing?" he swears up and down his eyes are deceiving him, "Turn around, look at me." Caelus doesn't move, pillow clutched against his chest, tears dripping from his face and into the crib below him. "Caelus, you have to talk to me, I can't help if I don't know what's wrong." he steps closer, gently pulling his lover away from the crib. "I don't know whats wrong," he whispers back, "I'm...I'm thinking thinks...bad things..." Swallowing thickly, Dan Heng nods, "Thank you for being honest...a lot of mother's go through this. It isn't just you." of course he'd read about such things, but never had he expected to be faced with the reality of it. "I'm a horrible mother, I don't deserve...any of this..." Holding his face, Dan Heng rests his forehead against Caelus, "The Herta Space Station has some of the medics around, we'll go visit them right away and find out how to help you."

Dr. Ratio The signs had been there, he's spotted them instantly, but there was an irrational part of his logical brain that told him, wait. Maybe it was nothing, observing how things happen was second nature to the man after all. "Caelus, we need to speak with something about your recent behavior." the cold, clinical way he speaks causes the young man to jolt from his spot on the sofa. "What are you talking about-I haven't done anything!" "Precisely my point," Ratio says, "You haven't been feeding our son, you haven't bathed him once, you only hold him when I tell you-" "Don't analyze me like I'm one of your test subjects-" the pure venom in the Trailblaizer's voice knocked Ratio's confident personal off ever so slightly. "Caelus, that wasn't my intention. I simply believe I've observed concerning signs of postpartum depression-" "Well maybe instead of observing you could have helped me!" the pain lacing that statement makes Ratio feel ill.

Gallagher There's a trail of empty wine bottles leading from the kitchen to the bedroom, shattered glass covering the floors and red strains splattered over the walls. The sound of a baby crying out in hunger catches his ears before the echos of defeated sobs. "Caelus what the hell-" Curled up on the floor in front of their child's crib, Caelus clutched a half-empty bottle of wine to his chest, sobbing into the carpeted floor. "Make it stop...just...make it stop crying...please....Gallagher it never stops...nothing I do is good enough-" Hiccuping, Caelus curls further in on himself, sobbing harder as their newborn wails louder. "Ok, alright, kiddo, come'er-" Gallagher takes the baby into his arms before stepping right outside the nursery, phone in hand, "Hey," he swallows thickly, "Siobhan? Yeah, I need a favor- No, close the bar and come by my place right now. I'll explain later just, get here, fast."

Albedo Pregnancy brain/general forgetfulness

Bennett Loss of balance/being unable to get back up when sitting down

Diluc Mood swings

Kaeya Frequent urination

Mika Morning sickness/sensitivity to smells

Razor The change of own scent

Venti Bloating/gaining baby weight

Liyue

Baizhu Mood swings/Morning sickness

Chongyun Cravings/Food aversions

Gaming Lactation/Discharge

Xiao Bloating/Loss of agility

Xingqiu Swollen breasts/Cravings

Zhongli Constipation

Inazuma Arataki Itto Darkening/Swelling of his nipples

Ayato Heartburn/Gas

Gorou Tender breasts/change in his scent

Kazuha Back pain/leg pain

Heizou Frequent urination

Thoma Being unable to perform his daily chores

Sumeru

AlHaitham Forgetfullyness/Swollen breasts

Cyno Hemorrhoids

Kaveh Lactation/Heartburn

Sethos Swollen ankles/Overal aches and pains that slow him down

Tighnari Mood swings/Nausea

Fontain

Freminet Bloating/Gas

Lyney Discharge/Spider Veins

Neuvillette Lactation /Heartburn

Wrio Back pain/Swelling Natlan Kinich Mood Swings/Spotting Ororon Increased Libido

Fatui

Dottore Bloating

Capitano Tender breasts

Pantalone All of it

Pierro Back pain/Heartburn

Tartaglia Dizziness