BirthBlog

It was the biggest tournament of your gaming career, and your team had a real shot at the grand prize. You couldn't let them down by dropping out, you just couldn't. It didn't matter that you'd been feeling contractions for hours, contractions that were getting steadily more intense. Your baby could wait, this tournament couldn't.

In ways you never would have expected, being in labor actually seemed to help your game performance. You were on fire. Each contraction ratcheted up your adrenaline level, so your shots were clean, reflexes crisp.

The tournament was being livestreamed to an audience in the tens of thousands, so you did what you could to hide the fact that you were in active labor while you played. You were able to pass some of your groans off as reactions to the game, but others were less well timed. A particularly intense contraction got a full yelp out of you with no in-game reason to hide behind, but thankfully none of your teammates could see your character, so you lied about a bad jump that almost took you out. The audience could see though, and the chat on your other screen flooded with concern. You couldn't worry about them right now though.

You made it through all the preliminary matches and were given a break before the championship. The top four teams would face off, and the winner would take it all. You rushed off to the bathroom, not because you needed it necessarily, but more to take stock of where you were at in your labor.

What you found wasn't great. Your contractions were less than a minute apart and intense enough to take your breath away. The baby was coming out, soon. You took a moment to scream out your frustration, then waddled back to your desk. You had a tournament to win.

The match was brutal from the start, but your team was locked in; your teammates were exactly where you expected and needed them to be, and you started racking up hits.

You shouted in excitement at your first kill of the match, which turned into a yelp of pain as your belly contracted hard and fluid soaked through your leggings and into the seat of your chair. No one seemed to notice anything wrong though, and you continued playing.

The pain was getting impossible to hide, but you stayed focused on the game. You couldn't stop a full groan at the next contraction though, and one of your teammates wasted time asking if you were ok. You snapped back that you were fine, focus on the game.

You couldn't hide your noises of pain after that, but thankfully no one commented on them, and your team scored another kill.

You were flanking one of your opponents when you felt it, pressure building inside you, along with an intense urge to push. You pressed your thighs together to try and stall, but the pressure got even more intense as the head started sliding past your cervix. You were panting and whimpering and couldn't force yourself to stop. Then your team landed another kill and you raced off to find more. You had to win this, fast.

One of your teammates tentatively asked if your were ok and you said, again, that you were fine, stop asking and win this thing. You took the smallest second to glance over at the livestream chat and a message jumped out at you among many similar ones: ARE THEY GIVING BIRTH RIGHT NOW??? So, there was no hiding this from the chat, at least.

After another kill, you shifted in your seat, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but that only gave your baby the opportunity to slip further out, and then suddenly you couldn't close your legs anymore. Your baby's head sat heavy and solid in your pelvis, your pussy stretched around it. Even though you weren't pushing, this baby seemed intent on coming out on its own anyway, slowly and painfully.

One of your teammates called out that they were down for the count, and your fingers flew over the buttons as you raced to cover the gap. You couldn't lose this now, not after how hard you'd worked. You focused fully on the game, diverting the small amount of attention you'd been devoting to holding your baby in, and the head slipped out a little more now that you weren't even trying to hold it back.

Another kill later, and your team was one away from winning everything. As you sprinted across the map, you felt a burning stretch from between your legs and couldn't stop from screaming. Your teammates thankfully didn't comment, and you spread your legs as much as you could in your chair, giving your baby room to crown. Your thighs were shaking with the strain, but your hands stayed steady on the controller. Just a little bit longer, almost there, almost….

The screen flashed with the kill! The game declared your team the winner and you yelled in celebration. The celebration didn't last long though, as your body quickly refocused your attention on the baby holding you open. With the game over, you finally pushed your chair back so you could stand long enough to shove your leggings and underwear down and off, then settled back in your chair and pulled one of your legs up. The stream was still running, everyone who'd tuned in could see you getting in position to give birth, right there in front of your desk, but you didn't have time to move somewhere else. You had to push.

So you did, and the burning stretch got even more intense as the head finally crowned fully. You curled forward and screamed out in agony. You hadn't bothered to take your headset off, so your teammates could hear you, and they quickly and correctly guessed that you'd been in labor during the whole tournament. They yelled out words of encouragement and unhelpful suggestions.

You pushed again and felt the head slowly making its way out, stretching your cunt impossibly wide around it. You glanced up at the live chat and saw that the audience counter hadn't dropped at all, despite the fact that the tournament was over. Tens of thousands of viewers had all stayed tuned in to watch you push out a baby.

You plunged a hand around your belly and in between your legs to cup the crown of your baby's head, trying to tell how much of it was out and how much longer you had to go, how much more you'd have to endure. You gave another heaving push and felt the head moving down into your palm. It felt like most of the head was out. You hoped most of it was out.

Another push, and the pressure slackened, just a little. You reached back and felt what you thought was the baby's chin. You pictured what you must look like on camera right then, stretched out for the world, with your baby's head sitting between your thighs and the rest of its body still inside you. Not long now.

You couldn't help but scream through your next push as the shoulders split you open. But then, suddenly, it was over. Your pussy felt suddenly empty and the agony softened into a dull ache, and the full weight of your baby landed in your hands. You pulled it up to rest, wet and crying, on your chest.