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i'm covered in sweat, head thrown back as i moan, arching and pushing -- fruitlessly, you realize, when despite all my effort the child doesn't budge. my belly, ripe and swollen, is still round with life. my cock stands at attention, the small nub proudly swollen over where my child splits me open. i'm helplessly stuck birthing, helplessly aroused and unable to do anything about either.

and... i'm looking at you, suddenly.

"oh, please," i beg, "help me, i-- ohhh-- it's stuck, i can't push it out on my o-wn--"

the last word breaks on a moan as my body is wracked again, another surge pressing down on the weight inside me, setting my nerves aflame from head to toe. the shape of my womb is more visible as it contracts, and it's suddenly clear that something is wrong. there's another child kicking and squirming in my belly, but it's too low, too close to the shape of the one i've begun to birth.

you catch my eye again, and i confirm your suspicion. "they're locked together. it's-- i was cursed." i take a deep breath, releasing the root i've been grasping for strength to run my hands over my swollen, aching middle.

"the goddess of the forest, she cursed me, when she found I'd strayed-- she promised they wouldn't come easily. told me I'd never be able to birth alone. she-- ohh-- she wanted me to learn a lesson. Said I could only finish the birth when a stranger took mercy and helped me."

i shift in my bed of leaves, grunting softly. my hand stretches out toward you.