Holy void

I gave birth last week! It was thanksgiving week and our whole family was invited to Mel’s aunt’s place; 4 hours away from our place, down south. We rented a nearby Airbnb and had fun at thanksgiving, enjoying food and mingling with Mel’s relatives’ family, bumping my belly with fellow pregnant relatives. There was even one of Mel’s relatives that delivered their baby during Thanksgiving. He was… relatively new, several years younger than me. He got turned into a female, like me and many other pregnant relatives there, but unlike me, he still wore masculine coded outfits, had short hair, and insisted on calling him a guy. He never had the gender dysphoria that I had so being forced to turn must’ve really affected him. I had asked him why they stayed, and he responded that he was (and still is) disowned by his parents, because his parents were religious fanatics, so seeing him having sex before marriage AND becoming a girl from a succubus girlfriend felt like straight out of a nightmare. He got kicked out and his partner and her family housed him with open arms. Same incident, wholly different perspective and outcome, which made me look back at my old life and see how the stars had aligned in my favor. The birth itself was quite fascinating. Due to the lack of the birth kink, his attitude was like ‘let’s just get this over with.’ He felt the urge to push, locked in, and pushed in a standing position, his baby came out in like 10-15 minutes. It happened relatively fast, compared to how I usually do it. The next day, as we were packing, I started having contractions and subsequently broke my waters outside in the backyard. I continued laboring while also rounding the kids at the middle and backseat. Mel’s been really supportive, working together to get the kids seated and behaved. Even my eldest’s helping her younger siblings. When everything was done, I finally changed to my tank top and light colored, stretchy, maternity jeans.

I finally climbed the car, feeling the throes of labor, the belly contracting every 4 minutes or so. “You ready to do this?” Mel asked. “Yeah… let’s do it.” I said, putting the phone in front of me and turning on the front camera recording. The time was about 2PM as we travelled back home, over 240 miles, taking about 4 hours to get back home.

30 minutes into the trip back, I felt the urge to push, feeling the baby’s head coming down the canal. “Mel… it’s coming.” I said to her, “Alright. Keep breathing Jess, take it slow..” She said, Mel continued driving while I continued laboring, closing my legs as the urge kept coming and going, the huge head slowly descending the canal. Only 10 minutes in, and I can feel the head at the opening. “Mel… the head’s right there already.” I said, reaching down under the jeans and feeling my pussy, and felt the baby right as I inserted my fingers. I felt the head behind the opening poking out into my underwear and jeans, making a bulge. I kept closing my legs, enduring the urge and the pain of holding the baby in. “Mmmmh… baby wanted out…” I reported to Mel. She reached out and went underneath the jeans and felt my pussy and felt the head. “Ohh… yeah that’s the head alright. Deep breaths now… hold them in.” I said. 

The next 20 minutes were agonizing, yet pleasurable at the same time, feeling the head pressing outward and I hold the head back in, feeling every contraction hit, riding every urge to push and pushing slightly to satiate the urge. An hour in, some of our older kids wanted some snacks and wanted to use the bathroom, so we had to stop by the gas station. “Come on…” I said, getting out of the car with Mel’s help, holding the phone, and waddling along with my kids into the station. I managed to control myself so the attendant didn’t notice that there’s a baby right there ready to come out with a single push. I helped my kids go to the bathroom, then bought some candies. I couldn’t think much due to focusing on composing myself, so I just allowed them to get what they wanted. I waddled back out and Mel helped put the kids back in the car before getting me back into the front seat. “Hooo… I wanna push so bad… I can’t hold them anymore…” I said to Mel as she reversed and went back to the highway. “Alright, you can push now… just… keep the head crowning…” She said to me, I simply nodded and pushed at the next contraction. The head began slowly crowning, bulging my jeans with each push. I took my time pushing and feeling the sensation of the head coming out and receding back in. Even Mel’s enjoying just watching me moan and grunt with each push, putting her hand on the opening just to feel the head. I even felt the head pressing against the car seat, holding the head in and it was glorious to feel, so many elements holding the head back. I was getting uncomfortable, constantly pushing in a sitting position for almost 1.5 hours now, so I asked Mel to stop for a bit… We parked on the side of the road and Mel helped me off the seat and onto the side of the road. Mel grabbed the phone and recorded under me, as I leaned on the car seat and pushed in a standing position. The head continued to crown as I spread my legs and squat down a bit. “Hoooo… that’s it… come on…” I pushed against the jeans that’s trying to keep the head in. Mel’s hands were all over the bulging pants and my belly as I pushed for a good 15-20 minutes right there.

The contraction was a force that could not be bargained with, so much pressure distilled into such a small space that suddenly nothing was left within him but a blind, instinctive need to push. He reared back to grab the counter lip with his other hand, dropped his chin to his chest, and finally, finally did what his body had been screaming at him to do: he pushed.

Read the rest of Dave’s twin birth story here!

Jackie had always been able to control her body.

Twenty-three years of ballet had taught her that. The hours at the barre, the endless pliés and tendus, the way she could hold an arabesque until her muscles screamed and then hold it longer. Her body was an instrument, finely tuned, utterly obedient. She was its master.

At thirty-nine weeks pregnant, that control was the only thing keeping her sane.

The doctor had clucked his tongue at her last appointment. "Overdue," he'd said. "We should talk about induction."

"No," Jackie had replied, her voice calm, her hand resting on the enormous curve of her belly. "I have one more performance. Then we can talk."

He'd warned her about the risks. She'd smiled her prima ballerina smile and assured him she understood. What she understood was that this was her last show before maternity leave. Her last chance to dance Giselle, the role she'd worked her entire career to perfect. The understudy was good, but she wasn't Jackie. The audience hadn't paid to see good. They'd paid to see great.

So here she was, backstage at the Civic Opera House, twenty minutes before curtain, lacing her pointe shoes.

The dressing room was quiet. The other dancers had already cleared out, sensing her need for solitude before a performance. She stood, testing her balance, rolling through her feet. Her belly was immense now, a perfect, heavy sphere that shifted her center of gravity completely. She'd adapted. Dancers adapted.

Then she felt it.

A warm trickle between her legs. Then more. A sudden gush that soaked through her leotard and ran down her thighs, pooling on the floor.

Jackie looked down at the puddle beneath her feet. Her waters. Two weeks overdue, and her body had chosen this exact moment.

The contraction hit a moment later. Not the practice Braxton Hicks she'd been ignoring for weeks. A real one. A wave of pressure that started in her lower back and rolled around to her belly, tightening everything into a hard, painful knot.

She gripped the edge of the dressing table and breathed through it, counting the seconds. Forty-five. It lasted forty-five seconds. And then it was gone.

Jackie looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale beneath the stage makeup. Her eyes were wide. She had fifteen minutes until the overture.

She could call for help. She could tell the stage manager, let the understudy go on, let herself be rushed to the hospital like any sensible woman would.

But she wasn't any woman. She was Jackie. And this was her last dance.

She cleaned herself up, changed into a fresh leotard, and pinned her hair back into its perfect bun. The contractions were coming every seven minutes now, each one stronger than the last. She breathed through them, the way she'd learned in childbirth class, the same way she breathed through a difficult pirouette. Control. It was all about control.

The overture began.

Jackie walked to the wings, her heart pounding, her body alternating between the familiar pre-performance adrenaline and the unfamiliar, overwhelming pressure of early labor. The stage lights blazed. The music swelled.

She danced.

The first act was agony and ecstasy combined. She moved across the stage, a peasant girl in love, and every step sent new waves of sensation through her body. The contractions were coming every five minutes now, lasting a full minute each time. She learned to dance through them, to hide the pause, to incorporate the momentary stillness into her character's expressions. When Giselle clutched her heart in anguish, the audience saw art. What they didn't see was Jackie fighting the urge to double over as another wave of pressure crashed through her.

Between scenes, she leaned against the backstage wall, gasping. The stage manager passed her, gave her a thumbs up. "Beautiful, Jackie! Killing it!"

She smiled. Nodded. Then another contraction hit and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

The second act was harder.

Now she was a spirit, a Wilis, dancing in moonlight. The costume was white and flowing, mercifully forgiving of her changed shape. The choreography was demanding, requiring lifts and balances that tested even her non-laboring body. The contractions were three minutes apart now. She could feel the baby dropping lower with each one, a pressure in her pelvis that was becoming impossible to ignore.

During one lift, as her partner held her aloft, a contraction seized her so violently that she nearly lost her position. She came down wrong, stumbled, caught herself. The audience, lost in the performance, didn't notice. Her partner shot her a concerned look. She shook her head almost imperceptibly and kept dancing.

And then, during the final variation, she felt something new.

The pressure in her pelvis changed. Deepened. Became urgent.

She knew what it was. She'd read the books, taken the classes. The baby was moving down the birth canal. The head was descending.

Jackie kept dancing.

She was onstage for another four minutes. Four minutes of pirouettes and arabesques, of floating across the boards as if she weighed nothing, while inside her body, an entirely different performance was reaching its climax. She could feel the baby's head pressing against her perineum, stretching her from within. With every movement, every plié, every relevé, the pressure intensified.

In the final seconds of her variation, as she held her finishing pose, arms outstretched, face lifted to the lights, she felt the head begin to crown.

It was there. Right there. A ring of fire as her body stretched around her child's head, the baby so low now that she could feel the wetness of its hair against her skin. She held the pose. Held it. Held it while her body screamed at her to push, to bear down, to bring this child into the world.

The music ended.

The audience erupted.

Jackie held her pose for one more beat, two, then lowered her arms and took her bow. She walked offstage with perfect, measured steps, her thighs slick with fluid, her body trembling with the effort of not pushing.

The moment she was in the wings, out of sight of the audience, she collapsed.

Her partner caught her. "Jackie! What's wrong?"

"The baby," she gasped. "The baby is coming. Now."

He looked down. Even through the white costume, he could see it. The head. Crowning. Right there between her legs.

Someone screamed. Someone else ran for an ambulance. The stage manager appeared, his face white. "We're calling 911. Don't move. Don't you dare move."

But Jackie couldn't not move. Her body was moving for her now, beyond her control, beyond her famous discipline. The urge to push was overwhelming, primal, irresistible. She sank to her knees on the backstage floor, her costume pooling around her, her hands gripping her thighs.

"It's coming," she groaned. "It's coming right now."

Her partner knelt beside her, useless and terrified. "What do I do? Tell me what to do!"

Jackie didn't answer. She was beyond words. Another contraction seized her, and this time she pushed. She pushed with everything she had, with all the strength and control she'd spent a lifetime cultivating, but now turned to a different purpose entirely.

The head emerged fully. She felt it, huge and hard, stretching her impossibly. She reached down between her legs and touched it. Her baby's head. Slick hair, warm skin, the unmistakable shape of a tiny skull.

"I can feel her," she sobbed. "I can feel her head."

"Push again," someone urged. A stagehand, a mother herself, had appeared beside her. "Next contraction, push like you're trying to move a mountain."

The contraction came. Jackie pushed. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the backstage walls, nothing like the ethereal music she'd been dancing to minutes before. She pushed and pushed and pushed, and then.

The shoulders. The body. A rush of warmth and wetness and sudden, shocking lightness.

A baby girl slid into the stagehand's waiting hands, crying immediately, a furious, beautiful sound that drowned out the distant applause still echoing from the auditorium.

Jackie collapsed backward, her body spent, her heart soaring. They placed the baby on her chest, still attached by the pulsing cord, and she looked down at the tiny, perfect face of her daughter.

"You waited," Jackie whispered. "You waited for me to finish."

The baby blinked up at her, dark eyes unfocused, and Jackie laughed through her tears.

Backstage became a flurry of activity. Paramedics arrived, cut the cord, checked them both. Perfect, they said. Healthy. Eight pounds, two ounces. Born in the wings of the Civic Opera House during the curtain call of Giselle.

Jackie held her daughter and listened to the applause still echoing through the walls. Her last performance. Her greatest performance.

9. planned at home

+ triplets + big babies

ø overdue

# birth denial + pushing baby back

– all alone

Overdue labor + Long labor + Long contractions

Water-Breaking During labor over a towel

Birthing positions:

1st baby: On all fours with Long birth

2nd baby: Leaning onto something with Short birth

3rd baby: Walking around with Head sucking back in during birth + Waddling while head is crowning

You know the drill, I'll add an extra spin on it too.

Life's Challenges

Warning: This story contains disturbing topics.

The room was small and shoddy, an apartment that Hertha barely afforded and in desperation had begun a full week of working, weekends in and out of office but an opportunity shined.

She was impregnanted by an anonymous man, the babies were an accident but welcome into her life and soon they grew big and had gotten too big with her cramped stomach.

It'd had come to mind she might break a record for the largest babies, as in a recent ultrasound the babies had grown to a large size and it was discussed if she needed C-section but the idea was denied unfortunately for Hertha.

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On the drive to the workshop, she'd been having consistent acute contractions and it caused alot of issues but she managed to make it early by a three hour window, she was given a task.

And be paid handsomely by a wide margin, she accepted and had come to her new supervisors office as this personal affair was counted as an "official buisness" within records.

Hertha came through, her brunette head of hair was eye-catching as was her beauty and in the first impressions were impressive, they locked the door and she was brought closer.

Supervisor: Hertha so you've the upbringing of this company since the early days.

Hertha: Y- hoo- Yes, Ma'am.

Supervisor: And since your pregnant could I ask you a favor?

Hertha: Mmm- Whatever is needed?

Supervisor: I'll show you, come closer.

She waddled around the desk, her hand cast beneath her own womb as it jolts in pain she slows her steps and continues, as she stares.

Her supervisor stands and strips down, she gives her request as Hertha is stunned. Her supervisor hands her a sex toy.

Supervisor: Push it hard until I pop? Understand.

Hertha obliges, her left hand rubbing out the tension in her wombs side as the supervisor bends over and leans into the chair.

She pushed in the toy, as the supervisor trembles she then begins her favor and quickened her pace per see.

Her supervisor groaned in pleasure, she wrapped her hands around her womb a quickened winding of Hertha's pace.

The supervisor shook in absolute pleasure, trembling in the contractions but enjoying completely as she spurts out fluid.

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Hertha was spaced out and focused on the cramping binding around her back, breaths frequented as she feels an intense lowering deep into her canal as it squeezed through.

Focused onto herself trying not to push, a intense pain rended into her flesh, she let breaths leave her throat as she grunts.

She pushed the toy too hard and her new supervisor moaned to absolute perfection.

A small drizzle of fluid ran down her thigh, puddling into the carpet as Hertha got up rapidly to attend to her higher up but had resisted a pain in her canal as fluid leaked heavily down her stockings.

She gripped the desk's edge and crunched tightly, her contractions picked up and she gripped her womb's underside, having the extreme urge to push but resisted.

Attending at her side, her supervisor was moaning aggresively and had gushed too frequently, breathily pushing and crowns quickly but as one more favor.

Supervisor: Ah~ C- haah~ Could you push it in?~

Hertha was hesitant but her supervisor begged, she pushed it in and she let out a loud moan all throughout the room and was slowly beggining to feel the pain come in, the pleasure soon went away and she began gripping Hertha.

Hertha eased her in, she kept her grip tight onto the desk still sweating trying to resist the urges.

Massaging her supervisors back, the head came back to a crown and busted out with a thin gush oozing from her crevice, she helped out and had her hand slowly tugging the baby out.

She guided her over, her comrade pushed and began to grunt harshly cussing as she tugged before an arm popped out, she let her rest as the rest of the baby slipped out into her arms.

Lifting the baby up, she lend it over to her higher up, who promised a pay of $25000 return for the favor though weakly spoken.

Hertha was exhaling through her tight lips, sharp pains urged her to push but still once more had to resist, drenched in sweat and physically drained in energy.

Permitted to leave, headed to her computer.

She finished her last stock of the day, though overtime began to pack up and headed out.

Waddling akwardly, her hands below her womb she stands awaiting for the elevator as she lays a hand on top her belly, she bends in as a deep pressure lowers rapidly to her labia.

Her thighs spread open, her leg bent in towards each other, her breaths deepen in panic and in pain, she felt the head rest against her labia.

A rising burn, searing between her thighs her eyes widen open as her chest heaves in panic her heart beats in her head, she grunts.

The elevator dings and they open as she runs inside, the doors close and she leans into the corner as she spreads her legs groaning out.

Sweat begins to drip down her hair, she felt roaring pain churn against her cunt, it was spreading her labia as she resisted at once.

The elevator was lowering and she paced around the small box, timing each breath.

But a pain struck, the worst contraction gripped onto her womb, she collapsed to her knees and began to push and forced the head to bulge, it was held in by her tight panties.

She grunted as she held her belly, squeezing her palm into it's hardened rotundness then limping into the main lobby and heading towards the old exit and leaving the building.

The head dropped into her panties, she leant back onto the door, she grabbed beneath her mini-skirt and pushed it back.

A loud cry blared onto the empty evening road, she gasped and waddled towards the car, her thighs kept tight, she unlocked the and got in, sitting atop the bulge and let out a grunt.

Driving the way home, each bump she crossed the head would slowly move it's way out of her.

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Then when she reached her building, she went in and akwardly ran up each step of the stairs.

She kept a hand ontop the head to fight it from coming out, and came out on her floor she let out a groan from closed lips as she fought the huge head of the firstborn.

Vividly remebering the room, she sluggishly went and had reached the room 205, went inside then grabbed the camera before she collapsed to her fours still in her outfit.

Letting herself breath for a bit, she planned this out but not like this and began to record slowly getting into the living room, began to strip out her office wear and kept her undergarments.

She collapsed in pain, the camera faced the bulging head and her bruised lips, she began pushing against her tight panties.

Enduring groans that encased the room, she felt her panties slowly loosen and begin to tear off of her as she took a deep gulp of air and began to bear down and the head pulled off her panties.

The contractions hit her harder than before, it was lasting and felt electrical as she held her breath before she bore with a groan of pain.

It made slow progress, but the shoulder began to slough it's way forward and very painfully at that, she had a few small pushes with a small breaths of air to ease the shoulders.

Eventually it made no movement and began to move back, she had a rest for a moment then slowly tried to push foward, the shoulders had slipped out and an arm slipped away but then the other shoulder was stuck.

It burned her canal throughout, she was slowly hardening each push but the shoulders were to big to come out, then she began to repeat.

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Time had passed it had been four hours and so in her desperation with her pain worsening, she grabbed the head and slowly tugged it out.

Her bruised vagina was burning at each budge, it slowly budged forward as she pushed along with each long contraction, she felt it progress.

It was slowly coming out and then, it gushed an abnormal amount of fluid over the towel and the baby tore open her panties with the rest of it's weight and dropped into her arm.

She cradled the baby before rising and waddling with a wide gait, leaning over her house desk as she laid the firstborn onto the white cloth.

Leaning over, the second baby was descending quickly as she widen her legs apart as it pulled her down to a sort of squat, she took a breath.

She bore downz pressing her chin to her chest and squeezed her every once of strength as the pain hit like ten trucks that never ended.

Once the head crowned fast, she leaned into the chair and pressed her large belly into the wood to help with the baby, as the head spewed the floor with blood and fluid as shr groaned out.

When the whole baby dropped and she caught it into her arms, then laying her next to it's sibling who was fast asleep as she cut both cords.

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Wandering around the living room, panting in exshaustion her arms lifting her rotund large belly fully compressed in ripping contractions.

Frequently taking a stop to push, she bent over and laid her hands onto her knees slowly giving out small pushes for inches of movement that slowly descends further down, her pussy was burning after the constant bruising.

As it descended towards her entrance, it slowly crowned but then would not go any further out as she strained her every muscle, it would only slide back in with an intense burn.

She heaved her breaths and began to waddle around trying to assist in it's progression out, the head was moving slowly down with each pace around the room eventually she had to attempt once more for progress.

Down to standing squat, her figure under afternoon sunlight in sweat with her hands spreading open her entrance.

Pushing with her full might, she struggled and began to tremble as she huffed when the head stopped at the ring of fire, she was relieved.

Though it burned, she persevered through the pain as she waddled around for fifteen minutes and began to bear down while walking.

Her palms squeezed into her sides, she groaned loudly and bore down while slowly walking and after a few moments the head finally came out.

She went to standing squat and bore down as hard as possible, the head dangled below her cunt and the neck jutted out with a heavy fall filled off fluid and blood.

Once more she waddled, her legs spread wider as she felt the shoulder slide down and she fell to a full squat across the camera, she held onto the head gently tugging as she pushed.

The baby slowly progressed out and finally had gushed out with a dense fluid, she stopped the recording and cut the cord and swaddled them.

She sent the recording to guiness and then after a week they came in and assinged her "world's biggest triplets" coming in at 32 inches and 23 pounds and 15 ounces, congratulations!

She took a photo in her esteeemed happiness.

[A young bank employee is in labor while striking up a long conversation with her boss, she does not believe she is until the situation is far too late for her]

Shadows Arisen

Tw: 18+ Minors DNI, may contain sexual content

Scorching in the brazen heat, the beads of sweat running off her chin as she feels the ache within her bloated womb, her unborn ever eager to have a meeting with their mother face to face, awaiting to be greeted but denied from ignorance.

A mild grunt sounded from her lips, she slants to the side of the chair in ignorance believing herself to not be having any contractions, thinking it was mild pain after she had eaten a considerable amount of very intense spicy noodles.

Her boss enters the bank, she walks towards the very sweaty Charloette behind the screen of her desk being quite politely greeted for her being on shift though she didn't have to do it.

"Mornin' love, you look disheveled today. Apologies for havin' ya enter today's shift and I appreciate it, doll-face~"

"Anything- mggh.. for you, boss. You've been a lovely girl, of course ye have me- euugh- mmffh... Ow!, masterpiece."

She walked away flustered as she sighed in relief, chuckling at herself with a regard to her flirting "That was shit! You two are really gonna be motherless for the time being... euuhh-".

Distressing herself over the reuniting pain, she stood up to sway her hips an attempt to ease the pressure and aching overflowing into her hips and around her bump and sides, underbelly and with the intense cramping on her back.

Then she heard her boss' heels and she rested her chin into her palm trying to impress her while she swayed her hips in circles, easing the head into it's position as it slid inside her cervix trying to squeeze and seizing her in inferno-like pains.

"Hi.... you good? It seems the heats gotten to ya, not good for ye..... I'll assure you. You deserve the double pay in this heat. As you know my baby comin' anyday too so I pity."

She nods & they share an awkward laughter as she is seized in thundrous pains and sores all over her abdomen to thighs.

A rush of fluid had ran down her thigh, dampening her skirt down to her socks and boots as she grabbed her side and a rush of adrenaline made her panic a bit, as she excuses her way out of the situation for just a small moment.

"Oh, soorry but- *Sharp gasp* I need to go for the bathroom I'll be back for this... mmmhh. I swear! Wait for me. Please"

Her boss nods, as she darted off to the bathroom where she enters and shuts the door leaning up against it and held on to her bump tightly with her pains beginning to peak, as she huffed loudly and bore down with her knees trembling.

The fluids oozed as she pushed with the head slowly leading down her canal, once it slides out of her cervix, she huffs in large breaths while she clenches her fist knuckle white as it begins to progress lower and closer without delay.

Her back moved into a deep slant as she groaned into her next contraction, she latched her arm around her belly's underside while bearing down into an akward squat-like position as she feels her lips open with great burn.

Her right hand was gripping into her thigh as she felt the softness of the crown spread her open, she heaves a loud storm as another contraction conquers her and she then took a heavy push, grunting more animalistically.

"mggeeuu- rgghhrrrhhh! No, please! *huffing* PLEASE! Aanngghhh! heuuurrgghhh... uuh uuu.. *sobbing*" Then sharply inhaling she reluctantly darts out of the bathroom.

Scuttling to her desk, she walks in front of her chair and seated down slowly pressing the head backwards leading with a massive burn, sweat runs down her face and more profusely then ever, it was obvious but then bubbled into being overheated and sweating from the heatwave.

Her boss then looked visibly troubled, she felt then the intense pains of a full crown forming after being pulled backwards, the pain makes her sob and softly whimper.

"Hey, uuughh... ooww, call the hospital I can feel the crown forming and- uUuuurrr... it really hUURttsss... euughh"

As her leans into her table, rocking in a see-saw motion as she stands then collapses from the pure exshuastion of holding in the crown for more than normal, her crown then goes from the head to neck in one whole movement.

"Ha- aagghh! I can't hold it! *sobs* but not hEERE! OWH!"

Her boss panics, shuffling as Charloette begins to fully bear down and her thighs wide open and her white blouse begins to show skin, she heaves and bears down as the neck slowly budges further to reveal a small peaking shoulder.

Laid on her fours, her legs splayed out and her palms digging deep into tile as she pressed her chin down and give out a loud scream "Euuaaa- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" as the left arm pops out cleanly and she went completely mindless.

Sobbing and beginning to tear, she pushed with as much might she could and the baby plops out of her and slides down, Charloette trembled and scuttled over and lifted a daughter into her arms as she gently kissed the baby.

It's wails grow silent, she crawls and grabs the telephone while her boss grunts heavily and in great sweat while an emergency picks up for them "Hello this is 112?" She says "Me and my boss and in labor and the heat is melding me"

The caller immeadiately asks for adress and sent one down as urgently they could, once they hung up Charloette leans over her desk as another head dangles between her thighs.

The pain was the worst it could get, she heaved heavily too tired to scream and just barely managing to pushing the arm and shoulders, once the abdomen gets out the baby falls out and she catches the twin as she heaves unevenly.

Her boss tries to resist, her crown was too large and painful as she leans farther over the desk and splays open as fluids spill heavily and she takes a huge push and the baby pops out into her pencil skirt, she collapses onto her knees and begins to lose conciousness as emergency barely come in.

They are both carried into the ambulance, the three babies catered as both begin to make a full recovery and become "close friends" being very active in the bedroom, they raise three great children all humble and somehow not pompous.

The Last Meeting of the Day

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“This year's market vs last year has left us…”

The man’s voice faded as I tried to continue to make it look like I was paying attention but in truth the pain deep inside me was far too distracting. Active labor had started just as the meeting did. I was feeling some small contractions this morning but didn’t think much of it and I really couldn't miss the meeting. But being 2 weeks over due with twins I should’ve thought differently. So now 4 hours into this meeting I’m gripping the table with each painful contraction. I can see some of my colleagues sneaking glances at me. I’m deeply hoping it is the usual gawking at my massive belly and not that I just had to stifle a moan when I felt the fist baby drop into my pelvis.

(This request was from so long ago. but, hey, I finally got around to it)

I was wrapping up the poster from my quarterly report. It was quiet difficult with my overdue belly filled with my twins protruding from my middle. Still I managed to gather my things. I was thankful the few contractions I had during the meeting were light enough to breath through.

Now though, they had started to become more intense and painful. My labor was moving along much quicker then I anticipated. I was suddenly gripped by a particularly harsh contraction and let out a gasp. I took a quick look around the meeting room and saw that it was empty.

'I need to get home,' I thought to myself. I gathered my things as quickly as i could manage. Contractions made it so I needed to stop and breath. They continued to get and closer together.

Finally, I was packed up. I grabbed my bag and started to waddle out of the meeting room. I fix the waistband of my tight work pants, the only ones that still fit. I could feel the head of my first baby weighing heavily on my pelvis. It was moving down very fast, too fast.

I tried to pick up my pace to make it as least to the elevator. I stopped only once to ease myself through a contraction. Even trying my hardest to hide i could still feel my coworkers sneaking glances my way.

I couldn't care at the moment. My first baby was pressing against my cervix. The ding of the elevator pulled me from focusing on the pain. I stumbled inside, letting out a sigh of relief when I see its empty.

My relief is short lived when I'm suddenly baring down with a contraction. I grab at the bars of the elevator and squat. The head slips down. The elevator dings before my floor. I swallow my next groan and force myself to stand up straight. Another worker from the building gets on.

I catch them staring. I try to convince myself its just because I'm so big and not because they know I'm beginning to crown. We reach my floor and I waddle myself off the elevator as fast as i can.

I gasp and start to push in the middle of the hallway. I frantically looks around, the elevator doors had closed and the hallway was empty. At the sight of the empty hall, I give in and squat down right there. I push hard and the head slips free from me little by little.

I reach down between my legs. It then dawns on me that I'm still fully dressed. There is a bulge between my thighs but all i feel is fabric. I quickly duck into the closets room with a lockable door. With shaky hands I pull my pants and underwear down in one motion.

I let out a cry and push hard. I feel the head of the first baby push its way out. I let out a scream and fall into a squat. I take a gulp of air and give another push then another. The rest of the baby slips free in no time.

I slowly gather the newborn and stand on shaky legs. I gently sit down in a chair near by. I drip fluids onto the seat of it but i don't care.

It doesn't take long before the second baby is pushing again my stretched cervix. I moan and push not caring at this point if someone walks in. The head painfully moves further and further down. Until i feel the head fully occupying my birth canal. I shimmy my pelvis down until I was able to push my baby free. I pushed with everything I was left after already being exhausted from the first birth.

My legs shook from pain and desperation but the head was coming out. I cried out again and again with each painful inch it escaped from me. With a gush of fluid the head popped free. I was nearly in tears from the knowledge that mean i was almost done. I gathered everything i had left and push hard.

The second baby slipping free into my hand. I lifted the second up with the first and help them close. I looked over at the sound on the door rattling. One of my coworkers stepped into the room. They looked at me in shock.

Chocolate I love this request so much. Hope I did it justice because it just sounds so hot.

Clock out

Arianna worked as a accountant in a very male dominated field. She used to have 2 other female coworkers, Stacy and Eve, but both had quit after being sexually harassed by their colleagues. Arianna however did not have the luxury of just picking up and leaving to find a new job. Even before she got pregnant. She didn’t know the father, and supporting herself financially was difficult, let alone a new child. She didn’t even have the finances to go on a proper maternity leave. Which left her where she was now, 9 months pregnant, in labor at work her water already throughly broken, with 5 more hours left in the work day. She knew that if she left before the day was over she’d be fired, which was not a situation she could afford at the moment. So instead she shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her contracting stomach, distracting her from properly completing her work. She cursed her wardrobe choice, the extremely tight fabric of her panties were already biting into her acheing pussy and her shirt skirt made her feel even more bare than she already was. Her boss seemed to notice her pained expression and smirked at her, making his way over. ‘Shit,’

“Hey Ari baby, you alright there?” Arianna wanted to hit him in the face. “I’m great, thank you Mr. price.” She said respectively, tying away at her computer. Mr.Price rubbed an oily hand over the fabric on Ariannas tight blouse over her belly. “Great to hear. Then you wouldn’t mind getting me a coffee now would you?” ‘That dick’ Arianna stood up slowly but even so, as she did she could feel the baby plummet down down her birth canal, the head already brimming at her pussy. Her boss looked under her skirt and grinned. “Got a little accident down there?” Arianna grunted and tried her best to reply. “No sir.” Mr. Price laughed. “Good, because if that bastard child is birthed in my office you’re ass is so fired.” Ariannas breath hitched but she nodded. “Good girl.”

Arianna hobbled off to get Mr. price his coffee and cursed to herself when he was out of ear shot. She made her way over to the coffee machine and leaned against the counting breathing her way through a strong contraction. When it finally passed she made the coffee and waddled it over to Mr. Price. He gave her a hardy slap on the ass that caused her to shudder considerably. “Good girl.” He smiled over at her. He looking under her skirt at her bulging panties and his grin widens considerably. “You wanna quit now and cut your losses Ari?” He asked condescendingly. Arianna shook her head. “No sir.” Mr. Price hummed and grinned. “Then go back to work, no need wasting time with chit chat.”

Arianna returned to her desk to see that her chair had been removed. Her male coworker; Kyle noticed her expression and chuckled. “Boss says it’s best if you try a standing desk today. Says it helps you lose weight.” He looked Arianna up and down and grinned, eyes pounding on the babies bugling head between her trembling legs. He walked over to her and slid a hand beneath her skirt, brushing his finger tips over the baby’s head. She was about to reprimand him but a contraction hit her causing her to grit her teeth and nearly collapse onto the ground, resisting in overwhelming urge to push. “You know, you can have my chair for a price.” Kyle purred, pinching one of Arianna’s throbbing nipples and causing milk to leak out out her blouse. “G-go to hell Kyle.” She stammered. Kyle shrugged. “Geez Ari, so firey today. Don’t worry, I’ll watch you to make sure that kid doesn’t come out on company time. Mr. Price will thank me.” Arianna furrowed her brow and located another swiveling chair, pulling it over to her desk. The minute she sat down however, she could feel the baby’s head travel forward fast. It throbbed against her tortured pussy, and she pressed it down hard onto the chair forcing it back into her. Searing pain spread throughout her body but she managed to ignore it, continuing to work as best as possible.

About 2 hours later she was so throughly soaked in sweat that her blouse was practically transparent. Her contractions were back to back, giving her no respite from the wretching pain. Her stomach was as hard as a smooth pebble, packed with suppressed contractions. She knew she still had 2 hours left of work but she could feel her purple pussy burn so bad she feared it might tear, the baby’s head pushing against the tight fabric of her panties. She could feel herself pushing and despite trying to stop herself, it was impossible. The thick fog of pain overtook her and her body began to push on its own, the head and neck now fully out. Luckily, her tight panties prevented the baby from coming out any further. She bit into her knuckles to suppress loud moans and groans.

Mr. price came over to her desk and leaned against it. “ mind standing up for me hun?” He asked with a smirk. Arianna didn’t even know if it was possible, the strain of her rock hard belly made sitting more painful than any pain she had experienced before in her life, let alone standing. She braced herself against the table and stood up slowly, knees shaking. Mr. Price delighted in watching her struggle, her face already red from heat and exhaustion. She looked down at his pants and could see a bulge begin to form. ‘Creep.’ He looked down at her translucent blouse and soaked chest, then took a look under her skirt, now covered in birthing juices. “You remember our deal right?” Mr. Price said mockingly. Arianna grit her teeth and nodded. Mr. Price gave her a hardy slap on the belly causing a fiery pain to spread throughout it and forcing her to squat down pushing hard, however the stretched fabric of her panties had no more give and after a few minutes of panting and squatting she shakily got up again, face flushed and sweaty. Mr.Price chuckled. “Y’know I can give you a release right? Right now, you can quit if he want.” Mr.Prices smirk brought back all the defiance back into Arianna and she stood as straight as she could, shaking her head no. “I’m gonna need that said aloud doll face.” Arianna swallowed a thick glob of spit and shakily started to talk. “N-no I- I can” another contraction struck her and she collapsed onto her knees, the baby pushing wildly against her bulging pussy. Mr. Price smirked and the rest of her male co workers all huddled around her, all excepting her to have given up. That’s where they were wrong. “I can wait an hour and a half till I have to clock out.” She said as solidly as she could. Mr. price shrugged and walked away, the rest of her male coworkers looking disappointed and going back to their desks.

Arianna sat back down, rocking her hips back and forth of the chair for about an hour, but it was no help. Her pain was constant now, and she could feel the babies head on her pussy as she sat. Tears pricked her eyes and she had smooshed a hair scrunchie in her mouth to muffle whatever moans and groans may sneak out. She made it 15 more minutes, only 15 more minutes to go when she stood up to get some water and- shit. She heard a snap, and her tightly spread panties broke, the head plummeting back down her exit. She screamed out against her will in pure agony and all her male coworkers ; including Mr.Price surrounded her. “Looks like they broke Ari, not much choice now. Just let it happen.” Arianna glanced over at the clock. 10 minutes to go. Hell no. She clamped a hand over her wildly bulging pussy, now nearly purple and tear dropped shaped to prevent the babies descent. All of coworkers crowded around her pussy, taking turns looking under her ruined skirt and the bursting head between it. Birthing fluids and blood dripped between her fingers and she could feel her knees tremble so bad she feared they might just break. Only 5 minutes to go. She could do this.

She crossed her legs, pulling them as close together as she possibly could, the pain causing all her senses to blear. Her coworker looked down at her eagerly. 4 minutes. 3… shit. She bit her lip so hard it began to bleed. 2.. Mr. Price pulled a hand under her skirt quickly causing her to gasp and drop her hands. The baby fell down quickly, all that was left of them inside her being it’s feet and ankles. “Wanna finish this off and quit?” Mr. Price said with a defiant smirk. The rest of her male co workers eyes lit up and she glanced over at the clock, 10 seconds, 9 8.. she could feel the baby inch forward with ever second, her vision bleating from the pain, 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1! It was over! She had done it. “I’m shift is over, goodbye!” She shouted waddling as fast as she could and signing out, the baby nearly falling out as she did so. Mr. Price smirked and shot her a glance. “Impressive-“

Quick birth, breech baby

Around 700 words

This labour was progressing quickly, I rocked my hips from side to side leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Mommy?" Lottie asked 

"Yes sweetie?" I asked, my eyes closed as I breathed through the pain.

"Why is your belly so big?" She poked the low hanging bump harshly with her finger.

"Your little sister is in there." I swayed my hips on the birthing ball.

"Mommy?" Taylor joined in too.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you get me a juice?"

"Yes." I groaned internally as I pushed myself up and waddled to the kitchen.

"Mommy watch my dolly party!" Lottie shouted from the living room. "Hurry!"

"Argh!" I winced quietly and leaned on the counter riding out a contraction.

"Mommy!" Taylor shouted after his juice.

I waddled back to them and gave him his juice, slowly lowering myself back down onto the ball.

"I want juice too!" Lottie demanded.

I sighed and pulled myself back up, the movement made me suddenly feel very full.

"Ew! Mommy's peeing!" Lottie cried out as a puddle formed at my feet.

"Don't worry, mommy will clean it up." I went back to the kitchen for juice and paper towels.

"Here you go." I handed her the juice and cleaned up my leaking fluid.

My water was still slowly leaking down my legs.

"Can you play with me Mommy?" Taylor asked pulling my trousers.

"In a little while baby, Mommy needs to help your sister inside her tummy first." I rubbed my stomach.

The first urge to push caught me off guard, I gasped and slowly squat down as I began pushing.

"Mommy come look at my dolly party!"

I ignored the calls as I focused on the baby rapidly moving, the third baby was coming quickly.

I pulled my pants and trousers down as I felt the head coming to my opening.

I panted to slow things down.

"Ew! Mommy there's a little foot!" Lottie cried out.

I gasped and reached underneath my stomach to feel it.

Fuck.

A foot! I panicked but didn't have time to think as I pushed again.

"Mommy I dropped my crayons, can you get them for me! I'm drawing!" Taylor smiled brightly and showed me his underwater scene he was colouring. I made my way over to the table where he was sat slowly and looked at the crayons on the floor.

I took a deep breath before bending to pick them up, this was very ineffective as I couldn't reach.

I got into a squat position instead, picking them into my hands quickly as the position forced the baby down.

"Oh god!" I gripped the table as I pushed the baby's other leg out. The hips keeping me open.

"Can I have them mommy?" Taylor took the crayons out my hand.

I panted and stood up slowly, the burn of being held open rippling through me.

"Do you like my drawing mommy?" Taylor gave it to me.

"It's beautiful sweetie!" I smiled through the pain.

"Can we put it on the fridge?!" He exclaimed and got off his chair taking my hand and tugging me to the kitchen.

I waddled very slowly to the kitchen, side stepping most of it feeling the baby sliding down further with each step.

He stood at the fridge and held his arms up to me

"Pick me up!"

I reached down to him and hauled him up, the effort forcing me into a push, suddenly forcing the baby's shoulders out.

I gasped feeling the spurt of fluid around the head.

"Argh!" I cried out, quickly putting my toddler down and reaching for the baby hanging between my legs.

"I didn't get to put it on." Taylor said sadly.

I panted through the urge to push so I could pick him back up, the weight of him on the bump forced fluid out around the head, he finally picked a magnet and stuck it to the fridge.

He giggled and thrashed happily in my arms, the moment against my stomach causing a contraction.

The head was coming now!!

I quickly put Taylor down and reached for the baby as the head rushed out with a burst of fluid.

I gasped and cried out as my legs shook from the loss of pressure.

The baby cried instantly, I pulled it to my chest and cradled it.

"Mommy is that our new baby!" Lottie looked so excited.

Imagine you’re a 30-something man who hates children. However you consider yourself an intellectual and love to go to the park and read, write, or simply meditate. Unfortunately your favorite park includes a children’s playground which leads to quite a bit of stress.

One day you’re leaving the park after having finished a wonderful book and so you’re in a spectacular mood. On your way back to your car though, a kid comes barreling behind you and bumps into you. You barely manage to keep yourself from falling over but your book escapes your hands, landing in the mud.

“Sorry sir!” The kid says.

“Damn you!” You reply. “Don’t you have any parents to teach you manners?”

“I-I…” he stammers.

“I oughta take some of that mud and shove it down your throat! Maybe then you’d learn to calm your ass down!”

“I’m sorry!” The kid starts crying, but you don’t care. You hate the sound of children wailing so your mood only gets worse. Fortunately for you its a bit later in the day and so almost no one else is around. In fact, you take this opportunity to let loose every child-caused grievance you can think of.

You tear into the kid, you hardly know him but you know his kind. You bitch about every time a child has inconvenienced you. He becomes hysterical but you don’t stop. He isn’t running and no one comes to his defense. In fact sometimes you think you may be going too far, but still he doesn’t run, so you continue.

“…and above all, I’m just glad that I will never, ever, have to have a useless burden on my life that is a “child”, like you!“

Suddenly a woman comes up from behind him and places her hand on his shoulder; he stops crying immediately.

Oh crap, how much of that had she heard?

"I wouldn’t be too sure of that” she said in a calm voice.

It was go big or go home, you could either own your abuse or own up to it and apologize. You decided to own it.

“Never” you scoffed. “I’d kill myself before having a beast like that…Is this your child?”

“No.” she replied.

Suddenly the child was gone. You looked towards the playground and immediately spotted him on the slide, with a huge grin on his face.

“How did…?” you start, but you’re interrupted.

“He has no memory of those awful remarks, what a terrible thing to do to a child.”

You simply grunted. You were not going to apologize.

“So a child is the worst thing you can imagine? Heh, enjoy your punishment.” The woman turned away from you, but you didn’t care, you were relieved she was leaving.

You looked again at the child you berated. Was it really possible he didn’t remember anything? How could that be?

Your thoughts were stopped as a wave of nausea hit you. With only a few moments notice you turned and threw up into a bush.

That was definitely odd, but you’d had enough of this day and went home.

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You rubbed your eyes as you stood up from the bathroom floor once again. You started almost every day here. For whatever reason you became nauseous as soon as you woke up, but seemed to be fine the rest of the day. After you showered yourself you threw on some briefs and pulled out a pair of jeans. Strangely though, you had some issues with the button.

“Did I put on weight?” You ask yourself. Of course not, the jeans must have shrunk. You took them off, expecting them to be one of the pairs you had bought recently. To your surprise, they were an old, cherished pair.

You looked down at your stomach, had it gotten bigger? Perhaps a little, but you dismissed it. You were in your 30’s after all and so far had experienced lots of luck with maintaining your weight. If you were finally developing a slight paunch, so be it.

But it didn’t stop there. You later had a particularly bittersweet day where you finally didn’t puke in the morning, but found that it was literally impossible to button a single pair of jeans that you’d owned. In fact, you tried them all, with no luck whatsoever. Humiliated, you wore sweatpants to work. You bought new jeans on your way home

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“Hey big guy, whatcha been eating lately?”

“What?” You snapped at your friend.

“Heh, you don’t get moobs like that on vegetables.”

You looked down at your chest. It was true that you were putting on a bit of weight there, but you were putting on weight everywhere it seemed. Actually, it was really just your stomach and chest. ‘But where else is important, really?’ You had told yourself.

“Oh just you know, beer…” You replied sheepishly. But you continued to look at your chest. Your friend was right to point it out. Your pecs seemed to be putting on more weight disproportionately to the rest of your body. They were indeed starting to look eerily like breasts.

Your stomach had continued to grow too, you had bought another two pairs of jeans on top of your first new pair, each one bigger than the last. Not only was your stomach getting bigger, but you had scanned over some candid full body shots of yourself that were taken quite recently, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have said your hips were expanding too.

You rubbed your belly as you attempted to write off the gain as a beer gut. It was quite firm and rubbing it actually made it feel quite nice. You had never been fat before, but you never expected having a gut to be this cumbersome. It was actually starting to impede some of your movements.

Of course it wasn’t the fault of beer, in fact you’d had very little alcohol lately. Rather, you had a lot of bizarre cravings that you knew you could never explain to your friend; Yeah, that was it. The weird cravings were making you fat.

As you were rubbing your belly, something made you shudder. It was unexplainable, and terrifying. You felt movement.

You froze completely, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it felt like-

-a kick. It happened a second time.

“I have to go.” You said, and left your friend dazed and confused.

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You couldn’t shake it. That damn word. It never left your mind.

“Pregnancy”

But that was impossible, you were a man, and had had absolutely no sex in quite some time. But that was irrelevant anyway; you were a MAN.

But the kicking continued sporadically, and as you looked at your other “symptoms”, it was the only thing that made sense.

Big breasts, big hips, big belly, morning sickness, cravings? At least you didn’t have mood swings.

Well, you HAD cried yesterday, and the day before, but those weren’t mood swings, those were sincerely upsetting events. Except, you couldn’t remember what they even were.

Oh no…WERE you having mood swings?

“And now he finally understands.” says a female voice. You spun around to see the woman from the park. You knew it was her because you had been thinking of her this whole time, but refused to believe that a random woman in a park had anything to do with your developing changes.

“Am I…” you started, but she already had the answer.

“Yes.”

She answered your next question preemptively as well. “Magic. And genetically speaking, the child is just yours. Only one parent. They’ll be the splitting image of you.”

“But I don’t want a kid!” You exclaim.

“That’s too bad. You need to learn a lesson. And what better way than making you face your worst nightmare?”

“No!” You grasped your stomach. There wasn’t really a child in there, there couldn’t be!

“Yep! And you wanna know the best part? You’re going to love it, that’s the real curse. At least, the child anyway. You’re going to hate the experience of parenting. Every single thing you hate about children, you’ll still hate. But you’ll love that child, and you’ll never be able to bring yourself to give it up.”

No way, she could magically knock you up or whatever, but you’d be damned if you weren’t going to get rid of this kid. Hell, pregnancy was nothing. You could deal with that, you’d be possibly the only man alive with the “honor”, that could be good for something.

But being a parent? THAT, was the one thing you would never do.

“I see the doubt in your eyes” she says “and it’s understandable, I have made you feel no love for the child yet. In fact you likely won’t through the whole term. You’ll spend every hour of carrying and every hour of labor thinking about how to escape your fate. But at that second that the child finally comes into being? Then you will love it, and you will never leave it’s side, though you will always hate the role of being a parent.”

You stood in terror at the woman’s ominous words. And then with a flash of light, she was gone.

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From that point on, every moment was spent trying to terminate the pregnancy. You tried to drink it away, but every drop of alcohol tasted horrendously disgusting. You couldn’t even force yourself to drink it as you threw up immediately. Then you went to smoking, but the whole cigarette burst into flames in your mouth so that you could never smoke it. All the while, your belly grew bigger. Your movements became more strained. You realized with horror that your gait was betraying you as pregnant rather than simply fat. You got numerous looks whenever you went out.

Your breasts weren’t helping. After the woman’s revelation, they went into overgrowth. You were forced to wear a bra for support. Your stomach was heavy enough that without one it would be impossible to stand. Worse still, you’d started leaking. How could your body traitorously produce the milk to sustain a child when you wanted nothing more than to get rid of it? You allowed yourself to completely give into your cravings and eat as much fatty food as possible. At least perhaps if you gained weight everywhere, your belly and boobs would be less noticeable.

You finally went out and did what you should have done right away. You went to an abortion clinic. It was a bit hard to explain to the staff, but you tried to pass yourself as a transgender man with an extremely successful bottom surgery who had gotten pregnant and needed to get rid of it. They didn’t seem to be buying it, but they obviously had no other explanation for why a man was coming in to terminate a pregnancy so they accepted without too much question.

“We’re sorry sir.” Were the words you were greeting with upon waking from surgery. “The procedure did not go as planned…”

That was all you needed. They tried to give you more details but you ignored them. You walked out without another word. You knew there would be no lasting effects, and you didn’t need to know why the abortion was a failure, you already knew exactly why. You went home and stripped in front of the mirror.

There you stood, with your basketball belly and large breasts. You noticed that you had in fact succeeded in gaining weight in other areas as well. It almost made you chuckle; for you now had a “dadbod”, only your dadbod included a real child to boot.

You looked at your hips as well, those were definitely bigger. But why? It’s not like you could actually, properly birth the child. You still had male genitalia. Nothing had changed there. In fact, it was quite the ridiculous sight to see the large breasts and pregnant belly in such stark contrast with your bearded face and penis.

You grasped your stomach with both hands.

“No, not me, never me. This can’t be happening, it isn’t fair…” Your previous words from that fateful day in the park echoed in your mind. “I’d kill myself…”

You walked downstairs and pulled a knife out of the kitchen drawer, immediately plunging it in your stomach.

“I….Hate…Kids!!” You exclaimed. But you never felt pain.

You looked down at the knife in your hand, and incredulously saw that it was melting. Within a few moments, only the handle was left, and a quick assessment of your stomach showed no signs of harm.

You dropped the handle and sobbed onto the floor. So this was it. You were powerless. All your autonomy was gone. Your body had been turned into a vessel for this child and there was nothing you could do about it.

Suddenly, you felt a shift in your belly, almost as if it was dropping lower. You looked up to see the woman from the park. You knew what it meant. Sort of.

“Time for the kid.” You stated dryly.

“Yes.”

“…But how?” You asked after a pause. “I clearly don’t have the equipment…”

“I was hoping you’d ask that.” she replied with a grin.

That was when you felt the first contraction.

“Oomph!” You looked down at your crotch where there was a huge pressure. You panicked, the baby was coming anyway! This witch wanted to kill you!

Wait no, something was different, you examined your crotch and found that your balls were gone.

“What…” you looked at the woman. She only smiled at you. You suddenly realized what was happening.

“NO!!” But there was nothing you could do, your empty ballsack suddenly split in two, and then formed two distinct lips. Your penis grew fully erect, and then began to shrink.

“I’m-I’m going to birth it?!” You cried.

“Did you really think you wouldn’t?” laughed the woman.

You always knew something would happen, but you figured if your genitals were going to change they would have done so sooner rather than later, as with the rest of your body. Apparently though, the best was saved for last.

“UGHHH!” A large contraction suddenly ripped through you, and with that, a hole formed between your new lips. Your vagina was complete. You were going to go through a natural birth. You couldn’t help but release some tears from your eyes, some of it was pain, but you genuinely did think you were going to experience some kind of alternative birth, C-section perhaps.

But no, it was going to be the full, painful phenomenon.

It was a grueling few hours, with the woman acting as midwife. She helped only as was absolutely necessary, such as informing you of your dilation. She even made you stand up and walk around the room at one point to help get things moving. She eventually began guiding your pushes.

“Now.” she would say calmly. And you would push, as if you really had a choice. The instinct was strong. You wanted nothing more than to shove this child deep inside of you. You wanted to protest, and lord knows you didn’t want to love it as soon as it came out. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t hold it inside at all, every fiber of your being was trying to expel it.

“Crowning” she said, and you knew you were in the home stretch.

You screamed through the final bits, and the woman guided it out of you. With a final push it was out, and you closed your eyes tight. You couldn’t love it if you never saw it, it would never be real.

“Don’t you want to see it before I take it away?”

The surprise of this statement led you to open your eyes. The woman held your child in her arms. It was completely clean, apparently the woman had used magic to clean it. It was perfectly calm and swaddled up in a blanket. You felt the curse rush over you. This was your child, and you would never let it go.

“What do you mean take it away?”

“Did you really think I was going to let a horrible man like you raise a child? The entire purpose of this experience is punishing you for mistreating a child, and this baby is but an innocent youth. You’ve learned your lesson, and no doubt had your suffering increased exponentially by believing you’d actually have to keep the child afterwards. But no, there is no magic that can make someone love another, and there is no way I would subject this baby to having YOU as a parent.”

“You can’t…make someone love someone?”

“Of course not.”

You stared at the child, your child, your SON. You hadn’t even held it yet but you knew it was a boy, you could feel it. If there was no curse to make you love him, what was the wave of emotion coming over you?

“No! You can’t take him away! He’s my baby! He’s mine! I won’t let you!”

The woman became inquisitive.

“Really? Are you sure? I told you, I cannot curse you with love. After today my work will be over and you will never have to see me, or this child again, and your body will return to it’s previous state. There will be no lasting effects for you. Everything will be as it was.”

You were crying now. Perhaps it was the trauma of birth making you emotional, but things had already started to revert. You weren’t sore anymore from the birth, and your male genitalia came back. Your stomach shrunk and your hips went back to being narrow. But your hysterics remained.

“No! I DO love him! Please don’t take him! I’ll take care of him, I promise! I’ll never hurt a kid again!”

The woman paused for a moment, then walked up to you and placed the child in your arms. You held him, and knew in an instant that you meant every word you’d said. This woman would not be getting this baby back as long as you were alive.

“I see your words on your face, on your soul.” she said to you after observing for a moment. “Very well, if you believe you have truly changed I will give you a chance. But know this, from this point on I will be this child’s fairy godparent, and I will watch over them. I do not expect you to be a perfect parent by any means, but if I believe you are unsuitable I will insure the child gets the proper parenting he deserves. Are we clear?”

“Yes of course, I will take care of him, I promise.” You stared deep into your son’s eyes.

“Well then, I will see you around.” the woman gave a chuckle, then vanished.

You wondered what the last chuckle was for, then looked down at your son, who had started sucking from one of you breasts, the only part of you that hadn’t reverted.

“Oh…Well, I guess I still need those…” You let out a chuckle yourself. You’d ask the fairy godmother the next time you saw her about a timeframe for getting rid of those. But for now, you allowed your baby to suck and vowed to perhaps, possibly, be nicer to all the kids out there that weren’t yours.

This one however, was going to be a lot easier to treat well.

(Hello! This was extended from a short submission I sent in quite a while back so the basic concept might be familiar to some of you. I haven’t quite continued “Imagine You’re a Doctor…” yet, but I wanted to show that I’m still around and that I’ll get to that soon!)