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Finally got a nice collaboration with this client, a couple (Charles and Maggie), who worked as photographers. They had wanted to start a family, but a couple miscarriages, including an ectopic pregnancy had stopped their dreams in their tracks. That was until they found me through word of mouth. They reached out to me and we hashed out an idea: They’d provide me with professional photos and videos for my surrogacy services website and in return, I’d be a surrogate for them. Granted there’s a huge cost of carrying a surrogate baby vs. a maternity photoshoot, but we managed to get a good deal for both parties. Finally, when I reached 42 weeks, we, along with the couple and their small crew departed to the private beachfront AirBNB that we had scouted and booked months ago. We arrived in the late afternoon and took the rest of the day to prepare for the couple days long photoshoot. The first day of the photoshoot session was mostly just having me show off my body and huge pregnant belly in various angles within the property, wearing various kinds of outfits, like flowy dresses, a skimpy swimsuit, tank tops and leggings, and even naked photos. The photographer was able to capture my body in great detail and I looked… stunning in the photos, especially considering the sheer size of the belly I have. Even Melody got in on the action and we took photos as a couple. There were also some… NFSW-ish photos that we took, but that’s for our private collection. Seriously, getting a photograph of me riding Melody is wild. The next day, my labor had begun right around the morning. Melody’s letting the labor went as natural as possible, giving me the full brunt of the labor pain so I can show the full emotions. The photoshoot mostly revolved around the close ups of my body, the contractions and also showing off my body posture and mood whenever the contraction hits. I was all over the place, on the toilet, in the shower, on the yoga ball, just hitting off all the checklists of what a laboring mother would be doing to get the best collections of photos. ___ “You ready for this? We only get one shot at this.” Melody said to Charles. “Yeah… almost done.” He said, making the final adjustments to the camera. “Ugh… come on… hurry up!” I groaned. I was in the transition phase, feeling the urge to push, hitting me so badly. I was wearing a tank top that barely covered my belly, cardigan, and pastel blue leggings, swaying my hips and leaning on a nearby table. “Okay we’re ready!” He said, starting the reel. I stood upright and faced the direction Charles instructed me to and then, right on cue, another contraction hits and then… *POP* A splash of fluids burst onto the floor, all caught on camera, both in video, and in continuous shots. “Perfect~” He thumbed up, checking the shots and seeing the fluids midair as well as my reaction to it. “And… we can start with the pushing now.” He said. “Finally… let’s slowly get you into the car.” Charles said as he picked up the camera and took shots of me as I was slowly guided by Melody downstairs, as if I was going to the hospital. I took a deep squat in the middle of the stair, feeling so pushy. I was moaning loudly as I was pushing so bad, feeling the baby’s head coming down super slowly.

Soon enough, I was waddling through the entrance, and right into the front seat of the car. There’s no videos this time around, so I can just sit down in the idle car, with Charles and his crew taking pictures of me from all around the car. “Push hard, Jessie, put all your efforts into it.” Charles said. I went into my headspace, recalling my first birth experience, spreading my legs wide and began pushing. “OH NO IT’S COMING OUT!” I groaned and felt the baby’s head begin to crown right into my soaked leggings. Everyone witnessed the moment and captured it on camera, the baby’s head slowly getting more and more visible with each push. When the baby was fully crowning, the contraction ended and I had to take a breather. “Oughhh… come on focus…” Charles couldn’t help himself. “Pose for me, put your hand on the baby’s head.” He said before taking closeups of the crowning head tenting my leggings. “That’s wonderful… now lean forward a bit.” He said. I followed suit, leaning forward and feeling the baby’s head get pressed into the seat, pushing the baby’s head back a bit. :Ohhh… he’s coming back in…” I moaned in response before leaning back again. I took deep breaths and continued pushing when the next contraction hit and the photographers witnessed the head fully comes out, making a huge bulge between my legs. “OH GOD THE HEAD IS OUT!” I moaned, looking down and watching the bulge, sticking out of me. Charles and the crew took several shots of bulging pants, as well as my body and face right at the moment. The contraction stopped again. “That’s perfect… alright… we… gotta reset for the next pose. Mrs. Melody?” Charles said, looking at the photos before calling my partner. Melody came over and examined the situation. “Alright… Never done this before, but this should work…” She said to me, I took a breather and slowly lowered my pants a bit to expose the head. I pulled open my pussy wide as Melody put her hand unto the head. “Deep breaths, Jess…” Melody said. I braced myself for the contraction and then let my body pulled the baby back in, while she helped by pushing the head back in. It felt like I was being shoved hard by a huge dildo. Took a couple minutes, taking several contractions, with a lot of heavy breathing until the baby was fully back inside me, right at the opening. Melody took me out of the front seat and helped me put the leggings back on before guiding me to the backseat, where I leaned to the side lying, spreading my legs wide in front of the crew. I pushed again and felt the head crowning into my leggings once more. The crew took pictures of me as the baby fully crowned and was bulging out of me. “Hooo… head’s almost out again…” I said before pushing once more and got the head fully out. “Wonderful. Think we can do one more position…” Charles said, looking at the size of the car before nodding. “Yep, one more.” He said before letting Melody into the car and do the same thing again, shoving the head back in.

Once the head’s back in, Charles instructed me to kneel on the backseat,  facing the back of the car. I nodded, understanding his idea. I slowly moved into position and then started pushing again, lowering my body with each grunt, feeling the head slowly coming out into my leggings, the head tenting downwards until the head fully pops out of me. “Fantastic. That’s a wrap for car births.” Charles said. The crew backed away from the car, before Maggie approached after seeing the results of the first of many sessions. “How’d it feel?” Maggie asked me. “Felt like the baby’s gonna fall off me any minute…” I smirked and laughed. Maggie examined the bulging head. “So hot…” She said, cupping and rubbing the head, feeling the contour of the baby’s head that she and Charles will raise together.

Maggie and Melody slowly guided me off the car. “There we go… nice and slow…” She said, “Alright, now for the second session… Maggie, back away, let’s have Jessie walk with Melody supporting her like this.” Charles said. I nodded and took slow steps into the house, while the crew were taking shots of me walking with the head sticking out of me. “Where to?” I asked the crew. “Just… follow us, but also, follow your urges.” Charles said. I nodded and took a couple steps into the living room before another contraction hit. “Mel… support me.’ I said, going into a deep squat, the leggings getting so tight around the bulging head. The baby’s head is not budging, no matter how much I push. The contraction ended before I slowly stood up and waddled again… until we reached the stairs. I had to climb the stairs while the head’s poking out of my leggings, and even stopping midway to push. Finally, when all of us were upstairs, we finally finished the second session. “Alright… that’s a wrap for the second session.” Mel quickly came down and removed the pants and then pushed the head back in once more. “How are you feeling?” Melody asked. “Feels… so… it’s wild that I’m doing this….” I laughed. “How about you? I kinda imagine you’re focusing hard on keeping me like this…” I asked Melody. “I’m okay… just watching you makes it worth it doing.” Mel said to me, massaging her head. . With the pants off, we walked into the bedroom and changed wardrobe, mostly around the pants, putting on a mini flowy skirt and panties and a. “Alright, let’s have you sit down on that chair for a bit.” Charles said, the crew taking a picture of me in my new outfit. Another contraction hits and I push, feeling the baby’s head starting to tent my panties. ”The head’s coming…” I said, the flowy skirt starting to show a bulge forming between my legs. Charles approached and lifted the skirt to see the crowning head. “Beautiful, just like that… and push again now…” I nodded and pressed onwards, the head slowly getting to fully crowning. “Hoooo…. Ohhh…” I moaned as the head reached the widest point, The white panties fully covering the head. 

Charles let go and shot the picture of the skirt covering the baby’s head. “That’s good… Hmmm… Let’s have you stand up.” He said. Mel helped me up and turned around so Charles could take a picture from behind and underneath me. “Alright, Jessie… Now… I need you to push the head back in like this, maybe close your legs a little, as if you’re embarrassed.” Charles described it and I followed. I heaved and closed my legs and heaved before slowly pushing the head back in. “Alright… now… maybe kneeling, just lean on the chair.” He said. “Now we’re gonna take it slow. I’ve been wanting to take photos and videos of this one.” He continued.

I nodded and leaned on the chair before pushing. I can feel the opening’s getting tighter, making the birth a lot more difficult. “Hoooo… this is a hard one…” I groaned and pushed, feeling the head slowly coming out. The head’s starting to bulge my underwear once more, while the cameras are pointing upwards, capturing the skirt, the tented panties, and my underbelly. I kept moaning and pushing, the head slowly coming out, taking several contractions just to get the head to fully crown. “It’s almost out… Hoooo…” I moaned before pushing again. “Ohh… here it comes…” I said, feeling the head’s getting past the widest point and then with a bit more push, the head finally came out once again. “Hooo… you got it?” I asked Charles and the crew. “Fantastic~ Damn… getting late… this was so fun to shoot.” He said, seeing the sunset from outside the window. “I think… there’s room for one more session?” I asked Charles.  “Hmm… yeah I think we can… well… I got what I need for today, so… this one’s gonna be for you and Melody, free of charge.” Charles said, turning the lights on. Melody came over and cupped the bulging head before pushing the head back in once again. “Just one more… okay… come on.” Melody whispered to me and pulled me into standing up. “Wanna do a naked one? Or… jeans?” Melody asked, offering me the choice. “I… think I.. I wanna have a naked birth.” I moaned, taking off my shirt and skirt and panties, and then Mel also stripped herself. “Alright… in that case… come on…” Melody pulled me onto the bed, guiding me to side lying, legs as closed as possible. Melody inserted her fingers into my pussy and pushed the baby’s head a bit more to make sure it’s not around the opening. “I’m gonna tie your legs, okay?” Melody whispered to me before procuring a tight rope and tied my legs around my ankles, then around my knees. “God… I knew you’d make me do this someday… mmmh…. This is gonna be a fun one.” I said, looking at Mel before kissing her. Melody lied behind me, rubbing my belly as I pushed, the baby’s head now at the opening once more and starting to crown. I can feel the head pressing and I can feel my body wanting to spread my legs so badly… but “Shhh… don’t open your legs… deep breaths.” Melody said, reaching down and holding the baby in with her fingers. “Take it slow…” She whispered. I nodded, rubbing my hardened belly before giving slow pushes. The head’s slowly crowning, the head pressing my thighs to make room. I bent my knees upward a bit, so there’s a bit more room for the head. “That’s it. Slowly…” Melody moaned, looking over my pussy, watching the crowning head. “Ohhh… wanna spread my legs so bad…” I moaned, my legs shaking and aching to open. I just kept pushing until the head was fully crowning. “Almost there…” Melody said, cupping the whole head, keeping the head from fully out. I pushed but there’s no movement… “Mel… ngh… the head…”. “I know… not yet… heave and breathe…” Mel said to me. I puffed up and heaved through, feeling the burning ring of fire, before Mel finally let go and then the head came out.

“Ahhhh… head’s out… oughh…. Fuck…” I moaned, feeling the head’s sliding and touching the back of my thighs. “That’s perfect… Alright, day 1’s done!” Charles said. “Got a lot of great photos.” He said. “Now we just need tomorrow and we’re done!” He said. I squirmed, feeling the head resting behind my thighs… as much as I wanted to get this baby out now… we still need one more day… “Alright… ough… Mel… think it’d be better to keep the baby in.” I said. Mel agreed and removed the ropes before pushing the head back in, keeping the baby’s head nested right around the opening, before putting on the tightest belt unto me. “I’m gonna make sure to keep him in, the belt’s just for safety, in case I lose focus.” She said, I nodded and finally got back up. The rest of the night was just reviewing the fabulous photos, admiring the views, and seeing how professional the photos turned out. Even my old raw footage could not compare to the quality of their photos and videos… all the while feeling the baby inside me wanting to get out so bad, as the head kept pressing into the chastity belt. After finishing up… I was back with Melody… She probed my belly to confirm that the baby’s doing fine, with the heartbeat going strong. I continued laboring while Mel took a shower. When she got out, she found me squatting, my body leaning on the bed, and I’m pushing hard, but unable to get the baby out… “Oughh… fuck… I wanna push so bad…” I moaned loudly, reaching down and cupping the belt, my fingers going under the belt and feeling the sliver of the baby’s head. “Deep breaths… breathe… you can get the baby out tomorrow… Let’s get you to the shower now…” Mel said to me, helping me stand up and into the shower. She helped me clean my body while I just focused on conserving my strength. “Definitely not gonna do this kind of shit anytime soon… this hurts so much…” I complained to Melody. “I know… I know… we’ll have you do an easier one next, okay? This is for your surrogacy work, after all…” Melody said, reminding me of the bigger picture. “You’re gonna get so many clients after this.” She told me to lift up the mood.. I put on a modest onesie before getting into the bed, my legs permanently spread apart because of the head resting around my pelvis. I tried to get as much rest as I could as tomorrow’s session’s gonna be a long one. ___ “Alright, I’m going to open the belt okay? Deep breaths…” Melody said as we get prepared for the session. She unlocked the belt and then quickly put on a skimpy bikini, barely able to cover the incoming baby’s head. “Hooo… alright… we’re ready.” I said to the photographer crew. We went outside towards the beach area where the photographer has set up a picnic for us to shoot photos with. In the open, I sat down on the laid towels and spread my legs and began pushing once more, the head slowly pressing against the bikini until the head finally came out. “Alright perfect… time for the main event…” Charles began taking photos of me, while I kept breathing to not push the baby, and Mel keep focusing on maintaining the position. Then I stood up and continued posing for the camera, letting the photographer takes so many more photos. “Perfect… last thing… we gotta get you into the waters.” Charles said, changing to a GoPro for the shot. “Hokay… Mel… help me out?” I waddled into the waters until I’m belly deep and took deep breaths and began swimming as best as I could… all the while the baby’s head dangling between my legs. Charlie recorded myself swimming from behind, focusing on the baby’s head that’s poking out of me… It was only a couple minutes, but they were able to capture the footage they needed.

“Alright that’s it! We can wrap this up…” Charles said. They helped me get out of the waters and guided me back to the shore where the laid towels await… Melody stood behind me while Maggie and Charles sat in front of me as I went into the deep squat and pushed hard. With the sunset as the backdrop, the baby was finally born right into the couple’s awaiting hands. I felt relieved as it’s finally over… “It’s done…” I said in a happy relief.  The couple held the baby for several minutes before they passed it to me so I could calm down and breastfeed the baby. “Thank you…” Maggie said to us. “It’s… I know we asked for a bit too much… but thank you…” She said.

Pairs that hit it off and instantly know the other is “the one” will go through rapid pregnancies. They might sit down at the beginning of a date feeling normal, then suddenly get a little nauseous from the smell of the restaurant and begin to feel tenderness in the chest. A game of chicken starts, each realizing what’s happening to themselves but waiting to see the other’s silhouette begin to round before they say anything. Electric energy builds as they linger over the half-eaten entrees that wouldn’t fit in their suddenly very full bellies anyway, knowing that if they act on their desire to fall into bed together, they might not have time to finish before they have to push.

Maybe there’s a “straight” guy who has a years-long pregnancy, mistaking it for average gradual weight gain until he starts to feel small kicks within. He tries to think of anyone new he’s met recently, but can’t come up with anything. Then the next time he hangs out with his best bro, he notices bro’s shirt is clinging to his belly, and he’s so puffy in the chest that his areola show through his shirt, to say nothing of his thickened nipples. But his soulmate can’t be his bro… that’s gay! He continues to deny it, even as his body grows weary and slow from years of carrying. It’s only the weeks of active labor that finally bring them together, clutching each others’ hands tightly and sharing shaky first kisses between pushes.

There are people who reject the idea of soul mates, and choose to be with someone else. The decision doesn’t seem so drastic at first, even when they start to show. These pregnancies progress so slowly and the symptoms are so mild that it might seem like there are no consequences for their departure from the customs… until they’re well into middle-age and realizing that they’re going to spend the rest of their life in the third trimester of pregnancy. Elderly people with a backs bent by past-due bellies might be seen as admirably principled, or too stubborn, or even as romantic, if they‘ve spent their years with someone who isn’t their soul mate.

A woman might worry that the person she’s attracted to is meant for someone else since they have a big pregnant belly and she’s flat as a board. She decides to be there for them even if it hurts, and attributes her own cramping stomach to the emotional turmoil of her unrequited love. She doesn’t understand why the pain is getting so bad until her body starts sending her strange signals, and she finds herself squatting down and pushing alongside her love.

Of course, soul mates aren’t as simple as one for each person, either. Most people have more than one soul mate!

For a polyamorous person, the births become more complicated. One pregnancy might start or end on top of another, such as a person carrying multiple steadily growing babies in their belly while they foster slower-burning connections, then meeting someone who moves faster and suddenly ballooning up with an additional baby. It’s exhausting to give birth to a 10lb singleton while second-trimester triplets remain unmoved in their womb, but luckily, they have many hands to help.

In monogamous relationships, multiple soulmates aren’t so easy to digest. A happy marriage can be ruined by one person’s belly slowly beginning to round out. This can be especially complicated in cases of infidelity. Many a cheating partner has struggled to conceal their pregnancy or pass it off as weight gain, only to be shamefully discovered with their new lover’s child halfway out of them.

You're the best of the best when it comes to getting something illegal across lines, your record is fantastic, youre making a ton of money off of every drop, and you're on the top of your game. Unfortunately though, you're also a massive fugitive almost anywhere you go. This is the toughest job youve ever had to do, and you're anxious. Your partners come up to you with a job proposal; you're going to be smuggling some sort of illegal monster eggs across the country. It sounds easy enough, but no dice. The eggs are temperamental, they're easily cracked, need to be somewhere damn, and at almost EXACTLY human body temperature, so yeah. At first its a giant fuck no to the job, but then one of your partners flashes you the amount you'll be making off of it, and lets just say- you'll never have to work again if you do this.

It was certainly not going to be an easy job, from start to finish. They were small, and blue almost like egg shaped marbles. Your partners took turns filling you up, you on your hands and knees on a hotel bed, huffing as they continued to shove at least sixty tiny eggs into your body. They didnt feel like much at first, but whenever you shifted, you could feel the whole lot clacking around inside of you, which led to a bit of unspoken horny embarrassment.

After what seemed like forever, you were the fullest youve ever been, and to top it all off by plugging you up so none of them would spill out on the drive there. You stood up, stifling a soft moan as you insisted on making your way to the car. It was barely noticable through your thick, roomy flannel shirt but you could certainly tell what was in you. Due to the plug and dedicated carefulness, you developed a slight waddle which your parents teased you about before you told them to shut up. Carefully, you lowered yourself into the back seat of the truck, holding your belly to make sure nothing got damaged.

The ride was fine at first, as you were used to traversing long distances with your line of work, but after the first hour or so, things began to feel... different. You could've sworn you felt more full than you did as you were leaving. You softly groaned, the discomfort growing as did your abdomen over the course of the ride, you could easily pass for someone nearing the middle of their second trimester. Worried, you brought it up to your partners, and they explained how the eggs had been preserved, and that the human body was the perfect environment for the eggs to rehydrate. After threatening a bit of violence, an apology from them and a stifled moan, you were reminded of the money, which calmed things down.

It had been hours now, at least three, and the growth wasn't stopping yet. Every ten minutes, or bump hit on the road illicited another groan or rub of your belly. At this point you looked almost full term with a single human child, which was starting to concern you. Your shirt was pulled taught against your massive abdomen, straining the buttons to their limit, small diamonds of flesh in between each clasp. You, albeit worried, kept your calm, rubbing your massive middle as you shifted around your plug, the slight stimulation doing wonders for the discomfort. What your partner failed to mention was the compounds in the eggs that would produce a mild aphrodisiac, there to keep the pregnant person placated while they carried. Usually the species carried five or ten, so sixty was doing things to your mind.

Five hours in, you all reached your first checkpoint. Getting pulled over and checked was never fun, and being this huge would make an escape damn near impossible. Luckily for you, the feds took one look at your massive form and just wanted to chat about when you were due, how many you were having, names, blah blah blah. You answered their dumb questions, eager to get away, but you had to play it cool. You thought one of them noticed thar you were getting bigger by the minute, but they chose not to comment on it. You bit your lip, horny, anxious, and impatient as one of your partners reached back to rub your tight belly, giving you momentary relief. Luckily you were all let go. You bounced on your plug, trying to at least work out the frustration that had built while you were being watched, god knows you couldn't reach around to touch yourself now with how massive you were getting.

The ride continued, and so did your growth. By now you were stretched out across the back seat, grunting and moaning whenever a wave of growth hit you, you didn't care about your partners hearing you, or seeing what was becoming of you now, you had half a mind to beg one of them to come back there and fuck you until you popped. But, you settled for humping your plug and rubbing your thumb over your popped navel. Your flannel was long since ruined, only buttoned over your chest to give you more room to grow. At this point you looked like you could pop out triplets or quads if you gave a miniscule push, but the eggs weren't ready yet, and you weren't where you needed to be, and sure as hell you weren't risking losing all of that money. So you sat, huffing and straining and growing, looking at the gps time getting closer to your arrival.

Things were fine for a bit, sure you looked like you were due with quints, but you were so concerned with how horny you were, you barely noticed. After a few pitstops you were almost there, and you couldn't be more ready to pop these things out. They were easily each the size of tennis balls by now, and you could feel them individually move when you bucked your hips ever so slightly. You moaned out, rubbing your sides as the ride continued, cursing and grunting as your sheer mass and the old road moved you on your plug. You were so close now, just a few more thrusts and you'd at least be able to cum. With a few deep breaths and slow movements, you thought you were going blind, until a sudden gush interrupted your thoughts. Fuck, your water broke. You shouted out to your partners, warning them, to which they told you that they could hear it happen from there. You were done. You were pushing, NOW. Bearing down, you held the sides of your enormous middle, pushing the eggs down, down into your canal, only to remember the plug. Gasping and groaning, you alnost sobbed. You were stuck. And there was no way you were getting them out, there was no way you'd be able to reach down there with as big and heavy as you were. Your partner in the passenger seat reached back, rubbing your belly and shushing you, trying to keep you calm. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, horny and contracting as your rubbed your pregnant swell.

You look wide eyed at the notification on your med watch. You've been picked. You are pregnant. It was insanely lucky that you'd nearly managed to go a few years after graduation without getting chosen. One of your old high school friends got raffled the day after and raffled again the following month. Now it is your turn. 

-1st Phase-

History books said that, at one relatively small time, the raffle was met with fury. Each month was a new protest filled with the rapidly impregnated. Now everyone begrudgingly accepted it as a part of life in the chrome future everyone's great great grandparents fantasized about. You press a finger below your navel. It was already firm to the touch and your nipples itched against the fabric of your sleep shirt. 

You were automatically cleared from work for the day so there was no need to rush out and do anything. Your objective today was to relax and do your singular task. 

You decide to get a shower–a simple anti-bacteria spray down and think about the most important part of this day. The birth. A younger person, without someone to advise them correctly, would think that going to one of the city hospitals would be the safest and best option. But you knew better. There were stories of ambulance c-sections with minimal anesthesia and hospitals practically restraining birthers in unrelenting binds and stirrups. Even in facilities they gave very little time to actually push before they enforced an extraction protocol. Medical staff were trained to be fully optimized toward a healthy delivery for the child. The only good choice was deciding to go it alone. 

Upon finishing your shower, you stopped in front of your mirror. A pouch of a belly,  big enough to cup beneath your palm has grown on you. You can’t imagine it taking weeks of time just to get a little bump like this. Some books say pregnancy used to take an entire 40 weeks. Thank goodness for optimization. 

If you were going to do this in your apartment, you'd need supplies. You put on some sweatpants, a loose T-shirt and head out of your apartment. 

The Mag-lev train, one of the best benefits of this present, is packed full with people. The vibe is different than normal. A young couple looking naively excited. A woman with a baby barely a year old idly massaged the base of her belly with an exhausted look in her eyes. This was raffle day. 

You procure over the counter grade stim packs only good for minor cuts, antibacterial salves, bandages, a basket big enough to be a bassinet, meal kits to ease your cravings. Hopefully that would be enough, because that is all you can afford. You spend a bit too much time trying to navigate the sparsely stocked and overcrowded baby area and only make it out with a few items of need. 

The attendant looks to your midsection. “Won the raffle, huh? Good luck, I heard they've been making some rough ones.” 

They send you on your way, but that comment and obvious stare make you look down to your bump.  

You see that your shirt has noticeably pushed forward in the hour of shopping. The bump looks bigger than any of the average diagrams you looked at in the past. The band of your sweat pants were already starting to dip below your waist. Time was ticking towards the inevitable. 

When they go into labor, they come to you whining and sobbing because their tummy hurts and they don’t understand. You just shush them softly and sit them on the biggest dildo you have, telling them it’ll help, keeping everything nice inside while stroking their cute, fluffy ears that twitch with every painful contraction that wrecks their sweet little cunt.

Only when they’re crying in hysterics from the pain of their contractions will you let them off the toy and finally give birth to that “stomach ache” they’ve had for months.

She lays next to you stroking your hair and face. You push rhythmically to get those damn eggs out, shifting from your front to your back to sitting up to kneeling down. So uncomfortable, you shuddered as your hole buldged, your body slowly giving in to birthing the first egg. Her colourful eyes watched closely, she stroked her cock as you struggled.

The first contraction hit Marley like a freight train derailing inside her pelvis. She was 19, a sophomore, and six weeks early by her careful calculations. She had been crouched over her biology textbook, highlighting the stages of mitosis, when her body decided to rewrite the entire chapter on human reproduction.

Across the cramped dorm room, a sound ripped through the stale air. A wet, guttural groan. Not from Marley. From Jess, her roommate, who was on her hands and knees by the window, her sweatpants already soaked through. Jess was 20, and she had been hiding her pregnancy under oversized hoodies for eight months.

Then a sharp cry from the bathroom. The door was half open. Cass, all of 19 and fiercely private, was leaning over the sink, her knuckles white on the porcelain. Her water had just broken, a clear flood spreading across the linoleum.

And in the corner, on a pile of dirty laundry, sat Rachel. She was the quiet one, the one who never complained about the midnight kicking or the sciatica. She was also 21, and she was crowning. No warning. No fanfare. Just a dark, wet curve of a head pushing its way out of her while she stared at the ceiling with an expression of pure, animal shock.

Four girls. One room. No phones. No RA. No ambulance that could arrive in time. The snowstorm outside had sealed them in, the campus on lockdown. They had been lying to themselves and everyone else for months. And now the lie was tearing its way out, all at once.

Marley was the first to move. Not because she was brave, but because the pain was worse than fear. She kicked off her jeans and stumbled to the center of the room, dropping into a deep squat. Her thighs burned. The baby was low, impossibly low, a hot bowling ball splitting her from the inside. She had read every book. She knew the theory. Theory did not prepare her for the raw, wet tear of her own cervix stretching to the size of a bagel.

"Push," Jess hissed through clenched teeth, but Jess was also pushing. Jess had her forehead pressed to the cold floor, her back arched like a feral cat. A low, vibrating scream came out of her, not loud, but deep, like a cello string snapping.

Rachel made no sound at all. She reached down with trembling fingers and touched the head. It was slick, dark haired, and wrinkled like a walnut. She let out a single sob, then bore down. Her body took over. There was no stopping it. The head rotated, slipped free, and the shoulders followed with a wet, percussive pop that made Cass vomit into the sink.

Marley watched Rachel catch her own baby. A tiny, bluish girl slid into Rachel's shaking palms, umbilical cord pulsing like a thick rope. Rachel looked up, tears and sweat dripping from her chin, and whispered, "She's breathing." A thin, reedy cry filled the room. It was the sound of a battle won.

But Marley was losing her battle. Her squat had turned into a collapse. She was on her hands and knees now, like a wounded animal. The baby was stuck. Not sideways, not tangled, just stubborn. A second contraction hit before the first one finished, a double wave of fire. She screamed. Not a movie scream. A real one. Raw, throat shredding, the kind that leaves you hoarse for days.

Jess crawled across the floor, leaving a smear of amniotic fluid behind her. She was still in early labor herself, but the urgency of Marley's scream cut through her own pain. Jess positioned herself behind Marley, straddling her hips, and pressed her palms against Marley's lower back. "Bear down on my hands," Jess ordered. Her voice was shaking but commanding.

Marley pushed. She pushed until the veins in her neck stood out like cables. She pushed until she saw white light and the taste of copper flooded her mouth from biting her own lip. The head descended. A fire rim of pain, the infamous ring of fire, and Marley understood with perfect clarity why women in history bit down on leather straps.

"I see the head," Rachel said, still holding her own newborn against her chest, umbilical cord trailing. She shuffled over on her knees, one hand supporting her daughter's neck. "It's right there. Small. Lots of hair. One more push, Marley. A real one."

Marley dropped her forehead to the floor. Her whole body clenched. She curled around the contraction like a fist closing. And then she pushed with a force that felt like she was trying to turn herself inside out. The head emerged. A gush of blood and fluid. Then the shoulders, twisting in that strange, corkscrew motion that no textbook can teach you. And finally, with a slippery, shocking release, the whole body slid into Jess's waiting hands.

A boy. Red faced, furious, and perfect. He screamed immediately, a lusty, indignant wail. Jess placed him on the floor between Marley's knees, and Marley turned over, hauled the baby onto her chest, and laughed. A wet, hysterical laugh that turned into a sob. The cord was still pulsing, thick and primal.

Across the room, Cass had not moved from the bathroom. But she was no longer leaning. She was squatting over a pile of towels, her face a mask of concentration. Her labor had been silent, almost secretive. But now her body was shuddering, and the unmistakable curve of a head was visible between her legs.

Jess, still on her knees, still in active labor herself (her own contractions were now two minutes apart, grinding and relentless), crawled to the bathroom. She grabbed Cass's hand. "You have to push through the burn," Jess said. "Don't fight it. The burn means it's almost over."

Cass pushed. A short, brutal push. The head stretched her perineum to a translucent pink, and for a terrible second, Marley thought she would tear to her anus. But then the head slipped free, followed by a rush of shoulders and limbs. A girl. Small, silent, and then suddenly screaming with a pair of healthy, furious lungs. Cass caught her own baby, sinking back against the toilet, her legs giving out. She was crying and laughing and saying "thank you thank you thank you" to nobody and everybody.

Now only Jess remained. And she was deep in the tunnel. The kind of deep where time stops and pain becomes a landscape you live inside. She had helped deliver two babies while her own waited, and now her body demanded payment.

Marley, still lying on the floor with her son nursing instinctively at her breast, reached out and took Jess's hand. Rachel, her daughter wrapped in a sweatshirt, positioned herself behind Jess. Cass, exhausted but euphoric, wet a washcloth in the sink and pressed it to Jess's forehead.

Jess pushed standing. She grabbed the edge of the loft bed frame, planted her feet wide, and bore down with a scream that rattled the window glass. Her knees buckled, but she did not fall. She pushed again. The head descended. She could feel it, a stretching, burning, impossible fullness. She roared. A pure, feral roar.

The head emerged. She reached down with one hand and touched the wet, wrinkled scalp. She felt the tiny ear, the curve of the skull. And then she pushed one last time, a push that lifted her onto her toes, and the baby slid out in a rush of fluid and blood, directly into her own shaking hands.

A girl. Jess caught her own girl. The baby opened her eyes immediately, dark and calm, and did not cry. She just looked at Jess with that ancient, knowing stare that newborns have, as if to say, "What took you so long?"

Jess sank to her knees, cradling the baby against her chest. The room was a disaster. Towels soaked in blood and fluid. Four placentas still inside four exhausted bodies. Four tiny, mewling infants. The snow was still falling outside the window, muffling the world.

Nobody spoke for a long time. The only sounds were the wet, snuffling breaths of newborns finding their first meals, and the occasional groan of a girl shifting on the hard floor.

Finally, Rachel looked around the room at the three other girls, three other new mothers, all of them strangers to each other just six hours ago. Her voice was barely a whisper, raw and stunned.

"Cleanup is going to be a nightmare."

Marley laughed, a genuine laugh that made her son startle and then settle. Jess snorted. Cass just shook her head, staring down at her daughter with an expression of complete, bone deep disbelief.

They had done it. No doctors. No epidurals. No ambulances in the snow. Four teenagers in a cramped dorm room, and they had torn open the gate of life with their bare hands and brought four souls screaming into the world.