Mister Bump's

Excitement for the show tonight had made the contractions easier to ignore, even as the pressure of the head pressing against her slowly dilating cervix mounted. Her husband was on his way home from work, and this was an event the pair had been looking forward to almost as long as the delivery of their first child.

But being a first time mother, the poor dear had been ignoring her labor for too long, even going so far as to continue pushing herself after her waters broke, ruining her leggings and forcing a full outfit change.

Of course, as she stripped herself from the waist down, her femminine instincts began to mount. As the shirt and bra came loose, she found herself squatting slightly without thinking. All it took at that point was one accidental grunt of effort as her shirt caught on her elbow, and suddenly the undeniable feeling of the head of her emerging child filling her birth canal overwhelmed the rocker entirely.

The head came far faster than she thought it could, and she screamed apologies to her husband as he walked into the house, opening her legs wide and bearing down as their eager offspring came to a beautiful full crown on their bed.

She had forgotten to ask her biology teacher if a step-by-step demonstration would earn her extra credit before he left for the day. Really needing to pass she did the next best thing and studied for the next days test as long as the mounting contractions would let her.

In an effort to get more followers, she had jokingly remarked that if they met the goal, she would have a special surprise next cam show. When the next cam show quickly came it certainly was a surprise. Throughout her labor, she kept reading that her groans and grunts seemed unwarranted. When she felt the urge to push, she propped herself up and pushed for what felt like minutes at a time before repositioning.

There are better things to Google than "signs of a breech birth" during your suspected breech birth.

After a quick snack, for energy, she went back to pushing. It was taking longer than expected, but she was still overjoyed that she was able to deliver her child in the very same bed it had been conceived in.

She didn't know who the father was, and didn't care. She couldn't wait to resume her party girl lifestyle after this bastard finally squirted from between her legs. But of all the damn times to begin feeling the contractions mount, it HAD to be while she was visiting her rich grandma.

The woman was nearly blind, so hiding her massive unwanted swell wasn't TOO hard. The old woman didn't notice her granddaughter hunch over and moan in pain, didn't see her sweatpants become soaked through with amniotic fluid. She barely even registered that her granddaughter had stripped off her clothes, blushing furiously as she rocked back and forth, silently fighting the need to push as the head opened her cervix wide, telling grandma she's changed into skin-toned clothing because it was the style.

Hours later, her opening starting to bulge with the head, the unwilling mother-to-be whimpered in relief as the wealthy matriarch said she was going to bake some cookies. Leaning back on the bright pink couch, legs open wide, the spoiled, careless girl let out a silent scream as she at long last allowed herself to fully bear down, rewarded with the sweet agony of impending motherhood as the head began to crown. Her lips parting further by the second, the terrified girl hoped her bastard child wouldn't cry as it slid out, or she might lose her inheritance...

She had always thought they were just stories. The days of labor, the hours of pushing,  the ring of fire; just old wives tales of course. She knew better now.

Inspired by @pregnantkitty

“Well,” she thought, “third time this week. Guess I really am addicted.” After a few minutes, and another egg, she caught an admiring glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled. If she was going to be addicted she might as well look good while doing it.

The contract seemed straightforward; receive an obscene amount of money just for giving birth in front of a few strangers. She would soon be disappointed that the "Encore" clause did not refer to the placenta. (note hashed out with @birthandpregs)

Also As promised the three request winners are:

@deepestsongwerewolf @viktorieremenko @preggojeni

I’ll talk to the three of you in the next day or so, and not now, as I have to be up for work very soon.