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The coach is packed. A 5 hour journey from one town to another, and I'm 9 months pregnant.
I manage to get a seat, but it provides no relief to my aching legs, and my bulging stomach presses against the seat in front. An old woman walks past me as she gets on, gives the seat next to me a glance, then recoils in disgust at my heavily pregnant body and chooses to stay standing. I'm glad.
Even through the loud engine of the coach, I can hear the whispers.
"*She looks like she's about to pop.*"
"*I wonder how many are in there?*"
"*I feel bad for the poor bastard that knocked her up.*"
I try to ignore them, instead choosing to look at the scenery out of the window and pray my pregnant body can handle being this squashed for 5 hours.
It can't.
My back aches, and i can feel the babies shuffling inside, protesting about being confined. We hit a patch of potholes and the feeling of being rocked up and down is agony. I let out a grunt as my stomach is slammed into the seat in front of me and I can feel the baby pressing against my cervix. We finally steady again, and I sigh in relief. I'm probably getting a few dirty looks, but I pay no mind to them.
Another half an hour passes and I'm getting increasingly more uncomfortable, my belly has dropped again slightly and I try and spread my legs wider but to no avail. A cramp seizes me and my stomach contracts and i wail in shock and pain as my baby is pushed further down and I swear I can feel it starting to bulge down there. But that can't be possible, right? My waters haven't broken. I reach under my pants, not caring I'm in public, and sure enough I'm starting to bulge. The contraction ends and i try again to get more leg room, I manage to find a bit of empty space but it's not enough to relieve the pain or the pressure.
The coach hits another patch of potholes and my body is cracked violently again. At the same time, another contraction hits and with it comes an urge to push. I try to reach under my pants again, but the waistband seems to be stuck. Curse me for wearing jeans! We hit an especially deep pothole that intensifies every feeling in my body and I groan "uuuuaghhhhh....mmf...not now.."
I ignore the urge to push. I can't give birth on a coach, plus, my waters still haven't broken!
The patch finally ends, and so does the contraction for a moment before I'm hit with another, worse one. "AUGH! nonono...stop it uuuuuhghhhhaaaaHHH" I cry out, my muscles contracting again and my baby still in the amniotic sack pressing against my hole. The pressure is overwhelming, so much force packed into a small space.
"Are you okay?" A young woman asks.
"PRESSURE....ughhh....pants stuck...oh god oh god oh....auuuhhhhhhAHHH" The contraction reaches its peak and my body pushes for me and the bowling ball inside me forces my pussy into a teardrop shape and my panties brush against my hole, sending a wave of pain through me. Just then, the contraction ends, and i pant, trying again to unbutton my jeans, but they're still stuck.
All the fiddling and wriggling seems to agitate the babies, and they shift again before i contract and all the muscles in my gravid stomach are pulled tight. I try so, so hard to not push but the pressure builds and builds and builds, like a shaken up can ready to explode. "AAAAAGHGHHHHUHHHH......OH GOD.....mmmmmffffAAAA IT'S COMING OUT" I scream as my body pushes for me and I can feel my hole stretch wider past its limits. My water finally breaks and my baby shoots forward, it's forehead coming out but its head unable to come out further as it presses against the crotch of my pants. The pressure and pain are torture, and my legs automatically try and shut, causing my pants to push the baby back in. "NO! ohfuck....no no-AUUHHHH AAGHHH" I squirm like an animal caught in a trap trying to get free and i can't decide whether it's worse to give birth here or deal with the tormenting pressure at my entrance. "nghhh....ughhhhh" My body finally relaxes and I enjoy the temporary relief before another contraction hits, and it's the worst one yet. My muscles are squeezed and my body works so hard to push the baby out, and my hole stings, my back aches and I'm trying to force out a ten ton beach ball. "AUGHHHHHH...AAAAAGHHHHH....mmmfffAAAAAAAH...nghhhuu" i fiddle with the button on my jeans and finally get it undone, but i don't have chance to pull my pants down as the baby surges forward and i can't help but push with the pressure. It's like a game of table tennis, I push the baby out and my jeans push it back in. The contraction reaches its peak just as i manage to push my jeans down. "UUHGHHHHHHH.....AHHH OHGOD OH GOD OH NOOOOO....COMING OUT....nghhhhuuuuuhhhhhh.." The baby's head comes out horribly slow, and i feel every single bit of its face as it comes out, until finally the whole thing is out with a pop.
I pant, thankful for the relief. But it's not over yet. I still have the shoulders to go. Another contraction hits, but I'm ready for it this time. "ughhhUUHHHHH...mmmfff-" The shoulders finally pop out and with them come the rest of my baby. I cradle it in my chest.
It's only now do I realise the petrified stares of those around me. And I still have another one to go.
(Sorry about any errors or imperfections! I typed this out on the spot and If I'm honest I was trying not to cum while writing this😖)
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The coach is packed. A 5 hour journey from one town to another, and I'm 9 months pregnant.
I manage to get a seat, but it provides no relief to my aching legs, and my bulging stomach presses against the seat in front. An old woman walks past me as she gets on, gives the seat next to me a glance, then recoils in disgust at my heavily pregnant body and chooses to stay standing. I'm glad.
Even through the loud engine of the coach, I can hear the whispers.
"*She looks like she's about to pop.*"
"*I wonder how many are in there?*"
"*I feel bad for the poor bastard that knocked her up.*"
I try to ignore them, instead choosing to look at the scenery out of the window and pray my pregnant body can handle being this squashed for 5 hours.
It can't.
My back aches, and i can feel the babies shuffling inside, protesting about being confined. We hit a patch of potholes and the feeling of being rocked up and down is agony. I let out a grunt as my stomach is slammed into the seat in front of me and I can feel the baby pressing against my cervix. We finally steady again, and I sigh in relief. I'm probably getting a few dirty looks, but I pay no mind to them.
Another half an hour passes and I'm getting increasingly more uncomfortable, my belly has dropped again slightly and I try and spread my legs wider but to no avail. A cramp seizes me and my stomach contracts and i wail in shock and pain as my baby is pushed further down and I swear I can feel it starting to bulge down there. But that can't be possible, right? My waters haven't broken. I reach under my pants, not caring I'm in public, and sure enough I'm starting to bulge. The contraction ends and i try again to get more leg room, I manage to find a bit of empty space but it's not enough to relieve the pain or the pressure.
The coach hits another patch of potholes and my body is cracked violently again. At the same time, another contraction hits and with it comes an urge to push. I try to reach under my pants again, but the waistband seems to be stuck. Curse me for wearing jeans! We hit an especially deep pothole that intensifies every feeling in my body and I groan "uuuuaghhhhh....mmf...not now.."
I ignore the urge to push. I can't give birth on a coach, plus, my waters still haven't broken!
The patch finally ends, and so does the contraction for a moment before I'm hit with another, worse one. "AUGH! nonono...stop it uuuuuhghhhhaaaaHHH" I cry out, my muscles contracting again and my baby still in the amniotic sack pressing against my hole. The pressure is overwhelming, so much force packed into a small space.
"Are you okay?" A young woman asks.
"PRESSURE....ughhh....pants stuck...oh god oh god oh....auuuhhhhhhAHHH" The contraction reaches its peak and my body pushes for me and the bowling ball inside me forces my pussy into a teardrop shape and my panties brush against my hole, sending a wave of pain through me. Just then, the contraction ends, and i pant, trying again to unbutton my jeans, but they're still stuck.
All the fiddling and wriggling seems to agitate the babies, and they shift again before i contract and all the muscles in my gravid stomach are pulled tight. I try so, so hard to not push but the pressure builds and builds and builds, like a shaken up can ready to explode. "AAAAAGHGHHHHUHHHH......OH GOD.....mmmmmffffAAAA IT'S COMING OUT" I scream as my body pushes for me and I can feel my hole stretch wider past its limits. My water finally breaks and my baby shoots forward, it's forehead coming out but its head unable to come out further as it presses against the crotch of my pants. The pressure and pain are torture, and my legs automatically try and shut, causing my pants to push the baby back in. "NO! ohfuck....no no-AUUHHHH AAGHHH" I squirm like an animal caught in a trap trying to get free and i can't decide whether it's worse to give birth here or deal with the tormenting pressure at my entrance. "nghhh....ughhhhh" My body finally relaxes and I enjoy the temporary relief before another contraction hits, and it's the worst one yet. My muscles are squeezed and my body works so hard to push the baby out, and my hole stings, my back aches and I'm trying to force out a ten ton beach ball. "AUGHHHHHH...AAAAAGHHHHH....mmmfffAAAAAAAH...nghhhuu" i fiddle with the button on my jeans and finally get it undone, but i don't have chance to pull my pants down as the baby surges forward and i can't help but push with the pressure. It's like a game of table tennis, I push the baby out and my jeans push it back in. The contraction reaches its peak just as i manage to push my jeans down. "UUHGHHHHHHH.....AHHH OHGOD OH GOD OH NOOOOO....COMING OUT....nghhhhuuuuuhhhhhh.." The baby's head comes out horribly slow, and i feel every single bit of its face as it comes out, until finally the whole thing is out with a pop.
I pant, thankful for the relief. But it's not over yet. I still have the shoulders to go. Another contraction hits, but I'm ready for it this time. "ughhhUUHHHHH...mmmfff-" The shoulders finally pop out and with them come the rest of my baby. I cradle it in my chest.
It's only now do I realise the petrified stares of those around me. And I still have another one to go.
(Sorry about any errors or imperfections! I typed this out on the spot and If I'm honest I was trying not to cum while writing this😖)
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