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Imagine you’re a pregnant teen, who was imprisoned by her insane boyfriend when he found out you got pregnant. The whole ordeal started out fairly generically. In a night of passion (passion not entirely being accurate, sex with him wasn’t all that great, to be honest) you both forgot a condom. And you forgot to get more birth control pills. Anyway, a few weeks after your tryst, you began waking up to bouts of horribly intense nausea followed by hours of puking into your toilet until you dissolved into dry heaving. After the third instance this, you decide to bite the bullet and take a pregnancy test. You awaited nervously for a result until… positive. Fuck. Well, you didn’t necessarily want to become a mother at the age of 19, but you decided you should tell your boyfriend and talk about all the options.

           When you arrive at his house (at the time, you didn’t find it odd that at the age of 20 he already owned a relatively large multi-story house) he senses your nervousness. You both walk into his living room and you decide then and there to just say it. “I’m pregnant,” you exclaim. He starts. He looks nervous. He rocks back and forth on his heels. Finally, after a horrific silence, he says he needs to leave the room. So, he does, and you resolve yourself to nervously pacing the room. By your fourth revolution you feel a rag pressed to your face wet with something… but it doesn’t matter anymore, you already feel your consciousness slipping.

          You wake hours (at least, you assume it’s been hours) later on a bed in a dimly lit room. You notice the walls are… padded? Yes, they’re padded, with squares of corrugated foam arrayed in an alternating pattern. You recognize it, it’s the kind of foam board used to dampen sound in recording booths -oh no… Oh nonononono. It comes back to you in a rush. Going to your boyfriend’s house, admitting your pregnancy, then someone coming up behind you and pressing a cloth to your face. This can’t be happening, you think. You panic at first… then you convince yourself to calm down and take deep breaths. For the first time, you actually take stock of what’s in the room with you. You’re shocked to see its fairly well furnished, for a prison cell. The bed you find yourself sitting on is incredibly comfortable. There’s a desk, with a reading lamp and digital clock (reading 3 AM, you note). Next to the desk is a bookshelf, full of books of various genres. Suddenly, a voice comes over some hidden intercom.

           It’s your “boyfriend”. He explains that he’s wanted to try something like this for years, only he’s just now found someone that fits one criteria in particular. He was looking for someone with uncommonly wide hips. It’s true, your hips were wider than most. Forcing you to wear embarrassingly large pants to accommodate your ample hips and ass. Even though you were in all other respects, rather petite, at not an inch over five feet tall and around 110 pounds.  He goes on to say that despite what you might expect for someone in your situation, you wouldn’t be mistreated, but that attempting escape or active disobedience to any of his commands would be harshly punished.

           A routine was quickly established, but strangely, catered to you somewhat. You woke up… whenever you wanted, though if you slept in past noon an alarm would eventually go off. You then would eat breakfast, which, oddly enough, was always delicious and incredibly balanced, nutritionally speaking. Then you’d have a few hours of free time, which you would spend reading or drawing. Next was… very strange… always, you would be led to another room filled with exercise equipment and told to exercise until you were ordered to stop. You tried to resist once, and you hated the result. You were dragged into another room, chained to a wall, and… spanked on the ass with a paddle. You hate pain. In school, they mocked you for it, calling you sissy, pussy, girly, etc. This was the only instance where you actively disobeyed. You hated pain, yes, but it was worse than that. It was humiliating. So you obeyed all orders given from then on out. After exercise was lunch, which was again, delicious and highly nutritious. Then followed by an indeterminate amount of free time. Which was quickly followed by another round of exercise, always different from your first round. Then came dinner. Again, delicious, nutritious, etc. And finally, more free time in your cell, after which you’d fall asleep, wondering why all of this was happening.

           As days turned into weeks, then weeks to months, you started noticing something strange, something you nearly forgotten. You noticed one day, that your stomach was oddly hard. While you did exercise daily, it wasn’t enough to actually improve your physical condition. You remembered with a start that you were pregnant. In all this… you had forgotten. You put it from your mind. It would only make you feel even more melancholy then you already were. But you couldn’t forget it, no matter how hard you tried. Because it seemed like your pregnancy was progressing too quickly. One day, you asked your captor if he had been adding some kind of supplement to your food. He just smirked, and said it was about time you caught on. He told you that he’d been adding special pre-natal vitamins to your food. He exclaimed it was having the effect it he was hoping for. Then he barked that any more questions would be met with punishment. Though incredibly worried, you shut up, and went on with your exercise.

           As the months rolled by, you got more and more worried. By month the fourth month, you had looked to be around six months pregnant. By six months, you looked to be nearly full term. You risked asking your captor if accelerated growth meant that you’d give birth early. He laughed, and said of course not, you’d carry your offspring to full term. He also told you, that no, you weren’t carrying multiples. The pre-natal vitamins were just ensuring that your baby would be nice and large. He laughed as the color drained from your face. Then he barked that further questions would be met by punishment. It was around this time that the exercise regimen stopped.

          In its stead came an… intensely uncomfortable, yet incredibly comfortable, new regimen. He’d enter the room, and slowly strip you down to nothing. Sometimes he’d sit on the bed and order you to strip yourself. Then he’d tell you to lie down on your back. He’d splash some scented oil onto your gravid middle, and slowly, tenderly, lovingly, massage you. He’d start at your belly, rubbing slow, lazy circles all over your stomach. Each time, one hand traveled lower and lower, until he barely brushed the top of your clit. You gasped and moaned, arching your back. It had been months since anyone has intimately touched you like that. You nearly came at that slight brush against your sensitive nub. He giggled and slipped his hands fully between your legs (which you unconsciously spread) and began at first just teasing you. Ever so lightly brushing your clit, until you begged, pleaded, cried out at the top of your lungs, for more. And more he gave. He slipped a few fingers into your folds, again, causing you to nearly cum. Then he began slowly pumping his fingers. By the third rather shallow pump, you came. Gasping and moaning, you thrust your hips into his hand and to your surprise, squirted a not inconsequential amount. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he drove his fingers ever deeper, brushing his fingertips against your spot. All the while using his other hand to tweak and brush your clit. It was too much. Too much! You quickly came again, and again, and again, in quick succession. Each time the pleasure never abating, but building upon itself again and again and again until… You shrieked, bucking your hips wildly, pussy squirting liquid almost across the room. Your eyes rolled back, and you passed out from the blinding, white-hot pleasure. Your last conscious thought was that you could get used to this. You noticed though, that not once had he tried to actually fuck you with his dick, as much as you now craved it. You begged for it, over and over. But always he ignored you. And that was your new routine, for a few months, at least.

           Your gravid stomach continued to grow. And grow. And grow. It got to the point where moving was becoming difficult, and you were confined to your bedroom, no, prison cell, you reminded yourself. You could barely wrap your arms around it as it is, and you still apparently had more to go. Eventually you noticed your belly seemed to “drop” and now it hung much lower than before. This drove you into paranoia. Every twinge in your stomach made your blood run cold. Every time your baby moved, you’d stop whatever you were doing and wait… hoping against hope that wasn’t what you thought it was. At one point, you asked when It was going to start. Your captor shrugged his shoulders and simply said it’ll happen eventually. And eventually, It did. But not in the way you expected. You woke one night, to a slightly sharp instance of lower back pain. It wasn’t localized in your stomach, so you discounted it and went back to sleep. Then, later, how later you didn’t bother to look, it happened again. But you simply (but with slight difficulty) wiggle your hips and go back to sleep. Then it happened again, but the pain seemed to last for a few more seconds, and was ever so slightly more sharp. You froze. You remembered reading somewhere that some women mistake lower back pain for the earliest of contractions. You yell out, screaming that Its happening. Your boyfriend- no- captor, rushes into your room-no- cell asking how bad the contractions are. You say you aren’t even sure they’re contractions, but your lower back hurts periodically and it’s getting worse. He nods, confirming that you’re indeed in very early labor. Then he leaves, saying he’ll be watching, but he won’t be sticking around for the “boring part”, whatever that meant. You yelled for him to come back, to get help, to get medicine or something. But he ignored you. And in any case, you had bigger things to worry about.

           You supposed that you should use the digital clock to time your contractions. But… after waiting for nearly ten minutes, you got bored and decided to at least read to pass the time. As you got up, you felt it. The first pain localized in the expanse of your womb. It wasn’t that bad, and didn’t last that long. But nonetheless, you were terrified. You checked the clock, and it read 1:37 AM. You decided to stick with your plan of reading, not only to pass the time, but to get your mind off of It. And so, you read, every once in a while, stopping to stroke your belly as you felt it tighten. You’d mark the time of each contraction, and note their length and intensity. Eventually you gave up reading, finding yourself reading the same line over and over again, anxiety building for the next pain. This went by for hours, until the intensity and length of the pain got severe enough for you to grunt out loud, and breath heavily after they stopped. Eventually you gave up marking them down, as they increased in intensity, though you noted that it had officially crossed the three hour mark since your labor began. Then your grunts became growls and moans. You bent over the bed, wiggling your hips as your belly tightened, feeling as hard as steel to you. For the last dozen or so contractions, you felt pressure in what you only assumed was your cervix, only for it to abate as the contracted ended. But now the pressure was ever present, building and building with each contraction. You were so wrapped up in your pain, that you didn’t even notice that your captor was in the room with you until he was moving your panties out of the way of your now throbbing and engorged pussy. You felt him thrust his fingers into your pussy, fingertips brushing against your cervix, back and forth, left and right, up and down. You moaned, and not in pain this time. He reported that you were nearly five centimeters. Then he left, once again. And once again, you begged for meds, for him to stay, for any help whatsoever. But he was gone.

           If you thought the pain was bad before, it was nothing compared what you anguished over now. His ministrations in your birth canal seemed to stimulate something, and your contractions went from merely agonizing to utterly, unbearably excruciating. You started squatting, using the bedposts as support. With each contraction, you’d drop from a slight squat to as low as you could go, trying to force your colossal baby out of you. And it was huge. You always knew it was very, very large. The massive expanse of your womb was a testament to that. But now you could feel it, literally feel it, against your cervix and against your womb. Every contraction your baby would flail a bit, adding to your agony, but you could now see obvious little details. An arm, a leg, an elbow… and you could vaguely tell… This baby would be monstrous…

           As your next contraction built, you felt something else. Something new. Some fresh hell for you  to suffer. You felt an urge… an urge to… you couldn’t even think it… It was so frightening and so painful. But yes, you felt it… the urge to push. Some other women would welcome this urge. It was a sign that you could actively start working towards the end of this horrible ordeal. That soon, it would be over, and the happy mother would get to meet their lovely baby. But not you. You hated what this meant. You dreaded what would come, the inevitable burning, the stretching, and God forbid, the tearing. So you resisted, for a while. You think you resisted for maybe five or six contractions (which now lasted for upwards of a minute and with barely 20 seconds between them). Each time, the agonizing pressure built. You practically see it in your mind’s eye, your womb crashing in on itself, nearly imploding. Your baby within, its poor head being squashed against your barely yielding cervix. And your cervix itself, stretching, straining, its still too small opening bulging. You could only resist for so long before… “Ugh…ha… ha… ha.. Urgh… Ha… Ha…Urrrghhh… Ahh… Ahhh… Aaaaaahhhh…. AAAAUUUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” You tried barely grunting pushes first, punctuated by panting. Followed by one slightly protracted push, and near yelling. You wanted to take it easy at first, but he pressure was so great, your next push was long and loud and… FUCKING HELL IT FUCKING HURT!!!! You imagined your baby battering through your cervix, massively stretching your birth canal before causing your tiny, sensitive opening to cruelly bulge into a hideous full crown.

           Again, you didn’t notice your captor let himself in. You barely noticed when his probing fingers plunged into your aching hole. You only noticed him when he said

“Don’t push. You aren’t ready yet. Your water hasn’t even broken. Hell, your cervix is barely at nine centimeters. You don’t want to tear it. Trust me.”

What? That couldn’t be. No…. No… NOOOOO! You had so far left to go. You were already crying, but now you started sobbing

“What do you mean, don’t fucking push? I feel it… I have to! I HAVE TO! I tried not doing it before… didn’t work… couldn’t last.  No… No… NO! NOT ALREADY, I’M NOT READY! I NEED REST!” you sobbed, cried, and begged.

          But you’d get no reprieve, you sobbed “I have to push… I HAVE TO PUSH! Ha… Ha.. HA! HA! HAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! PUUUUUSHHHHIIIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!!”

           Your captor seemed to get really, angry at that, and he hissed in your ear “No, babe. We can’t have any of that, not yet. I told you, not yet. Now you need to be punished”.

           He pushed you onto your back, and grabbed both of your legs, tucking them under one arm. You were so shocked and in so much pain that you couldn’t resist. He produced a roll of duct tape and began wrapped it round your thighs just under your hips. Then around your knees. Ankles too. You begged, pleaded, screamed, shrieked, but to no avail. Then he got both of your hands and bound those above your head. Then he got a rope and tied your ankles to the bottom left bedpost, and tied your arms to the top right. You couldn’t move. You could do nothing to get out. And worse of all, he tied your legs together so tightly that pushing would do absolutely nothing.

          It also didn’t help that you couldn’t change position to alleviate a tiny fraction of the pain. You just had to lie there. Moaning as each contraction built, shrieking as you pushed with each contraction. Somehow, they were coming even faster, and even harder. You weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t resist the urge. Worst of all the pressure kept building and building, and now pushing did nothing to relieve it. Eventually your captor produced some scissors, and started cutting your nightclothes off you. You begged for your captor to rip open your womb and just take the baby out, or to otherwise just kill you already. He just laughed. You noticed he hasn’t left either. Apparently, this was the “exiting” part. Finally, mercifully, you felt a pop, and felt hot liquid cascade out of you. It was a blessing, as much as it was a curse.

           Your captor decided it was a good time to cut the tape around your thighs and knees to check your progress. As soon as you were able, you spread your thighs as far apart as possible. You wanted to push while you could, but this was the time between contractions, and you knew that pushing now would do less than nothing.

“Ah, finally. Twelve centimeters. I think you’re ready to start pushing of real, babe,” gleefully exclaimed your now definitely ex-boyfriend.

“Tw-twelve? But I thought… Oh… noooo…. Its that big? ITS THAT BIG?!?” you cried in anguish.

          He laughed so hard at that he nearly fell of the bed. And as he laughed, you sobbed, for you felt another contraction build. And you knew that now you’d be pushing for real.

“Hooo…. Hoooo…. Hey! Gotta push… Uh… Uh… Ugh… Let me out… Gotta PUUgghhh… Hey! Heeey…. Heeey… Pushing! Puuuuuuuusshhhhhiiiiiiing!!!! PUUUUUUUUUSSSSSHHHUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAARRRGGAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!” You tried to get his attention so he’d cut you free and you could push in a more comfortable position, but he was still laughing at something you thought couldn’t be farther from funny. He noticed when your grunts of “pushing” turned into a long shriek, thank goodness.

He cut you free and told you that you could get in whatever pushing position you wanted. Instinctively you went down on your hands and knees. He laughed with glee and told you that you chose his favorite.

You ignored him and tried to focus on your hellish task. You yelped when he once again plunged his fingers in your birth canal. He told you that he reckons the baby’s head is finally past your cervix. Initially the news make you feel good, then you realized just how far you had left. It hurt so much, but you hadn’t even got the head to your opening. You couldn’t think of that any more however. You felt another hideous contraction building.

“Oooooh nooo…. Hoooo… hooooooo… haaaurghhh…. Haaaaaauuuuuuuurggggghhhhh… ha… ha… HAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! Ooohhhh…. Oooohhh…OOOOooooooooohhhhhh….” You pushed with your previous strategy, it felt right to you. Two short grunting pushes, followed by a long, loud one. You felt it do something, the baby slipped agonizingly slowly down your birth canal. Your “ohs” were because you felt two things. First, the baby’s head virtually at your opening, and second, the shoulders were starting to tease your cervix now.

As soon as he knew your contraction ended, your captor tried to finger your birth canal again. Tried, because he could only go about two knuckles in before running into your baby’s head. He whispered in your ear how good you were doing and that the hardest part was about to begin. Then he sat behind you, eagerly waiting to see the first signs of the head.

Again, like clockwork, you felt another hideous contraction build, and you slowly went from your hands to your elbows, and stuck your butt out, trying to lean into your pushes.

“HmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAAHHHH… Haa…. Haa…. HaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAUUUUUGGHHHH… Uhhhh… Uhhhggg… UuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! MOTHERFUUUCKKAAAAAAOOOOOHHHHWWWW!!!!”

You tried to make your first two pushes easy, and the last one hard, but your body wasn’t letting you do that anymore. The first two were really hard, and the last you could only describe as “fucking really fucking hard”. You felt the head crash into your opening, stretching it out agonizingly far. You were probably stuck at the widest point now, all you had to do was wait for the next contraction and you’d have the head out.

“Good job, babe. I can see the head now. I think there’s maybe a nickel sized patch of head visible. A couple more pushes and you’ll start feeling a full crown. Then the real fun part starts”, explained your single audience member.

What? WHAT?! That couldn’t be! Oh noo… Oooooh noooo… You did nothing. You might as well have accomplished nothing! The head was barely visible, and already you felt like you were gonna tear in half. No. No. You can’t continue. You decide it’s better to just wait to die. You won’t push anymore. You can’t. The last one felt like it was gonna kill you. Don’t push. Don’t push. Don’t. Push. This becomes your mantra as the next contraction builds.

“Don’t push. Don’t push. Dooon’t. Puuuushhh.. Haa… Ha… Nooooo…. Puuuushh… Hooooo… Hoooo…. Huuuurgh… Ahhh…. Can’t… Push… Agaaaiin… Huuuurrrtssss…. TOooooo… Muuuuuuhhhh… Ohhhh…Preeeeessuuuure! No! I’mpushingI’mpushingI’mpusuuuushhing! OW! Can’t… puuuuuush… Goooootttaaa… stoooop… Puuushing! Nooooo! Don’t puuuushh… Doooooooon’t… Puuuuuuuush… DOOOOOON’T… PUUUUUUUUUUUSH!!! NO! I’MPUSHINGI’MPUSHINGI’M…. PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAOOOW! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

           You tried. You honestly tried to not push. But, almost as if your body anticipated what you were trying to do, the contraction seemingly wouldn’t stop, the pressure just built, and built, and built, until you couldn’t take it anymore and you pushed! And with the push came the searing pain of the stretching, which would shock you into stopping. Then you’d tried again, but like before, the pressure became too great and you gave in, this time, pushing hard. Really hard. You felt the searing stretch slowly ramp up and up and up until…

You suddenly stopped. You couldn’t take it anymore. And besides, the contraction seemed to end. Your lover -no- captor giggled to you “I know what you’re were thinking; that if you didn’t push, then it won’t hurt as much, right? Wrong. Your body will make you push. And you really do have to push. Normal babies would make progress with a contraction, whether or not the mother pushes. But this one is really big, and your contractions need to be boosted by your pushes to do anything. So, next time, bite the fucking bullet, and push, will ya?”

No! No! No more pushing! It hurts so bad. You steel your resolve. You’ll never push. You’ll never let the baby be born. You will die, and the hurting will stop. Your resolve was never stronger.

“Don’t Push. Don’t Push. Don’tpushdon’tpushdon’tpushdon’tpush! Preeeesssuuuuurreeee…. NOOOOOOO!!!! Don’t. Push. Haa… Haaa… Haaaa… Don’t… Puuuuuuush…Hooo… Hoooooo… HOOOOOO… BREATHE! DOOOOOOOON’T… HAAAA… HAAAAAA… HAAAAAAA!!! PUUUUUUSSSSSHHHHH!!!!”

You were doing it! Or in this case, not doing it. Uh, both maybe? In any case, you weren’t pushing. The pressure was agonizing, and kept building… and building… But you weren’t pushing! You felt the contraction ebb… You did it! Until…

“Haaaa…. Haaaa…. Haaaaaaaaa…. Don’t…. Ha…. Push… Aaaaaaauuugghhh…. AAUUUUUGGHHHH!!!! NOOOOO!!!! PREEEEESSSSSSUUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!! I’M PUUUUUUUSSSSSHIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!! CAN’T STOP! I’M PUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! IT’S OOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUT!!!!!HAAAAA…. Haaaa! Haaa…. It’s out….”

Out of nowhere, another contraction crashed into you. You had no warning, no break, no buildup. It just happened. You wouldn’t even call it a contraction. It was more like your uterus was trying make itself implode. It felt like your womb was constricting so tightly that it was trying to squish its contents until it created nuclear fusion, and let all the pressure explode outwards. Except it didn’t go outwards. It got focused on the opening of your poor, tight little pussy. It got forced open, bulging out hideously. Stretching murderously, tearing open agonizingly, but mercifully letting the baby out, head shoulders, and all… No… Wait… Ooooooohhhh Fuuuuuuckkk! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! WHY DOES IT STILL HURT SO MUCH! OOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!

And malignantly, your captor answers your question. “It’s out? No, it’s not You’ve nearly got the head to a full crown, but you’ve still got a long way, babe.  Though, I understand your confusion. If this was a normal baby, say, seven to eight pounds, you would have the head out by now. I’m amazed you didn’t tear with that last push. That was a monster. But, I can’t have you tearing. So, do me a favor, babe? Absolutely no pushing on your next contraction, kay? Let your body get used to the stretch. Remember your ‘don’t push’ chant? Well. Don’t. Push. If you do… well… You’ll tear… and if you think it hurts now, just wait until then…”

Tear? TEAR?! It hurts this much and you haven’t even torn yet? It could get WORSE?! The thought makes you nauseous. You actually do start dry heaving, and your captor springs up and brings you a bin to throw up in. The convulsions of your stomach seem to start a contraction. You feel it build, mercifully, slowly this time. And you once again steel yourself. Don’t. Push.

“Don’t. Push. Hooo… Hoooooooo… HoooooOOOOOOO… Dooooon’t… Puuuuuuuusssshhhhhh… Preeeeeeesssssuuuuuurrreeee! DOOOOOON’T… HA! HAAAA! HAAAAA! PUUUUUUUSSSSHHHH! AAAAAAAUUUUUGHHH! MOVING! IT’S MOOOOOVING! Uuuuughhh… Gon’tear… GON’TEAR! TEEEEAAAARIIIINNNGGG!!!!”

You didn’t push at all. Even when the pressure built above and beyond that last contraction, you held, and didn’t push. Even when your body started violently trembling and shaking from the pain, you didn’t push. Even when your vision started to go dark around the edges, you held, and didn’t push. But it didn’t matter. The force of the contraction moved the baby anyway. Your opening was stretched as far as possible. To stretch even a millimeter more meant tearing. But still, your baby came… and just as you felt that a tear from your pussy to your ass was imminent, your savior-no- captor slapped one hand to your over-stretched pussy, and braces the other hand against your spine, thus stopping the destruction of your perineum.

“UUUUUUUuuuuuuuhhhhhhggg… Thank…. You… Hoooo… HoooOOOO… HOOOOOO! Contrac…tion… still… going… I… can’t… anymore… gotta… PuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHssshhh… Goooottaaaa… PuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHssssshhhhh… GOOOOTTAAAA… PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGHHH! NOOOOO!!!!! LET IT COOOOOOOOMMEEE!!!”

The contraction never abated, and you eventually gave in to the insidious pressure. You pushed once. Twice. Three times, each harder and longer than the last. You want it out, now that it’s so close. You want it over and done with. You don’t care about the pain of tearing anymore. The pressure you’ve been enduring must be worse. It has to be. IT HAS TO! But the baby won’t come. You’re pushing as hard as you can, considering what strength you have left. But it’s not… wait. You realize he’s holding it in. You scream at him to let it come out… But you know he won’t. There only thing you can do is…

“Let… It… Come… Out. LEEEEEET… IIIIIIIIT… COOOOOOOOME… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”

Somehow, you push harder than ever. Probably harder than all of the other pushes combined. So, hard, that your hips start violently shaking. His hands slip, just a little, just enough. The head moves a millimeter… your pussy bulges almost comically out and with a cascade of amniotic fluid and a nearly audible pop, the head squeezes out to its eyes, then ears, then finally, to its chin, letting your pussy elastically snap around its neck like a choker made of your most sensitive slit. As the head rushed forward, your vision went bright white. And mercifully, the pain and pressure causes your consciousness to slip away.

You wake later, how much later, you don’t know. You initially think it’s over, all that pain, pressure, stretching near the end. That means it’s over. Then… as your vision fully clears and you gain more of an awareness of yourself and your surroundings you feel an incessant tug against the stinging, sore, and still moderately stretched, opening of your pussy. And with it, an all too familiar feeling in your womb…

“Come on… Come on… Wake up! Wake up, cunt! You’re not out of the woods yet, bitch. You still gotta squeeze out these shoulders. Come ON! You push, I’ll pull!”

You recognize the voice of your ever-present antagonist. Oh… noo…. It’s not over. He’s right. Even as he says that you start pushing again.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuugh… UuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRGHHHH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!”

With your pushing, you feel… nothing… The pressure is mounting again, more and more, but you don’t feel any movement besides your ‘assistant’ occasionally lightly pulling one way or another in an effort to get a shoulder to at least start being visible. The pressure is getting worse… The contraction is really starting to ramp up. Your body must know that the ordeal is almost over. But that is no conciliation to you, as you start to panic. It’s nowhere near the level when the head was being forced out, but you can feel the pressure increasing exponentially.

Just when you start another desperate push, when your attendant flipped you on to your back. You cried out in absolute agony the shift in weight made your birth canal stretch in a new way, opening up yet another fresh hell to you. But that wasn’t the worst of it. That… utter… fucking… scum… He waited for the signs of another contraction building, then, he put his hands on the upper swell of your slightly less gravid orb, and pushed down in the direction of your birth canal.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHH!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”

You nearly passed out again, the pressure and pain was that intense. What’s worse, is the fuckers little plan worked. You could feel your opening start to stretch again, this time with one of the shoulders. It didn’t come out all the way, unfortunately. It was stuck with the clavicle just barely still inside your pussy. You wanted to curl up and die, the stretch was very nearly worse than the crowning. But it only got worse from there.

“Huh. Well. Looks like you’ll have to tear to get this big kid out. Your hips are wide enough, that’s for sure… but it looks like the limiting factor in this case is your pussy’s ability to stretch. Oh well, can’t be helped.”

What was he doing? Oh God… Oh God no… You felt him somehow twist his fingers between the baby and your overstretched opening. He slowly pulled them down, working them to the lowest point of your perineum, and the most… tearable… point. Then… he slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull them diagonally apart until…

“STOP IT! STOP IT! STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!! NOOOOOOO!!! STRETCHING!!!! I’M STREEEEETCHING!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! IIII’MMM STREEEEEETCHIIIIING!!!!!! I CAN PUUUUSH IT OUT! LET ME PUUUUUUUSHHH!!!! I CAN PUUUUSH IT OUT! PLEASE!!! LET MEEEEEE PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII- TEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNG! Uuuuuuughhh…”

Inspired by @smithyfetsmith and her amazing work.

Warning: This story is fictional, unrealistic and contains a very graphic depiction of child birth. Also bear in mind that this is my first story, so please excuse any errors :)

Summary: A very overdue young couple has an unassisted birth with their first child and things don’t go as they planned….

“I see his head” Brian excitedly announced to his straining wife. He could have danced a jig with excitement that finally the end was finally in sight. Marlie had been labor for multiple days and pushing for 7 hours.

Him and his wife had decided on an unassisted birth early on in her pregnancy, wanting the natural experience. But with their baby boy weighing 10 pounds at their 40 week appointment and it now being 3 weeks later. They both knew this baby was massive and was proving to be very difficult.

“Pressure!!!” Marlie cried in alarm as the baby rammed against her tender skin but Brian was too in shock to answer. Between her thighs, her vulva bulged out further than Brian thought was humanly possible. He knew the baby would be big, but he never imagined it could be this big. He swallowed nervously as it continued to grow, his wife’s petite vulva forming a teardrop.

“Shit its stinging!” Marlie cried as the baby forced the teardrop wider. “His heads starting to show” Brian said trying to sound calm.

“FUCK there’s so much pressure!!” Poor Marlie cried as their son drove hard against her tender skin. The weight of the massive infant unbearable against her femininity. “He feels huge!” She cried in alarm

“You can do this!” Brian encouraged rubbing oil along her opening to hopefully help her stretch easier. The oil seemed to do the trick and on the next contraction, the puffy teardrop snapped into a circle about 1 inch in diameter. “BURNING!!” Marlie cried out her eyes wide in shocked agony

“You’re starting to stretch babe” He said trying to sound like everything was okay. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was going to endure much much worse by the end of the day.

Marlie desperately pushed wanting the awful pain to stop and Brian winced as his wife’s delicate skin was stretched around their sons crown. Her poor vulva was inflamed bright fiery red and her naked body trembled on their bed as she fought to birth their massive child.

He pushed her labia open further with his fingers, knowing she needed help stretching and tried to ignore his wife’s cries growing in intensity as the ring of fire grew worse.

Brian was amazed that despite her agony, she was managing to keep pushing, but he knew from the agonized grimace and cries that she was starting to lose control.

She held out for another couple of contractions before the burning got the best of her.

“BURNING BURNING BURRRNNNINGGG!!!” She howled, her body twisting on the bed. Brian grabbed her thighs and kept them open as she involuntarily tried to close them.

“I know it hurts baby. I do. But your doing so well okay” he said rubbing her trembling thigh.

“He’s too big Brian, I can’t do this!” She cried looking at her husband with tears in her eyes.

“He needs to come our babe, c'mon” he tries to coax her

“I can’t fuck I can’t I can’t ooooOOOOOOHHHHH” She howls as her body takes over and she’s forced to push. Brian breaths a sigh of relief that she is back to pushing, but can’t help but feel horrible as she sobs in agony.

He forced her thighs back, as very slowly his son’s head emerged more and more , his wife’s tender ring mercilessly contorted and stretched around their sons massive skull. But Brian grew nervous as her red tissues started to stretch bloodless white, her poor skin now unable to stretch further.

“Too big !!!! He’s stuck!!” Marlie cried trying to push him out further but her vagina was locked tight around his crown.

“Get him outtttttt!” She cried as Brian tried to come up with a game plan. He ran his fingers along the crown of the baby, now three inches in diameter. She was drawn tight as a bowstring, but there was still so much more that she needed to stretch.

“Lay back and get some rest. Give him some time just to sit there and stretch you out” he instructed rubbing her massive belly.

“It hurts so bad! So fucking bad!’ Marlie cried pitifully. Brian reached up to rub her cheek and placed a cool cloth on her forehead whispering sweet nothings to try and calm her.

20 minutes later, her vagina was still locked tight around the baby’s head and that wasn’t showing any sign of changing. He knew pushing would be fruitless and that in a hospital she would have been given an episiotomy by this point. He racked his brain for an idea and finally decided that it was his best option.

Brian sighed, he didn’t know how to tell his wife the news. He swallowed back his fear and tried to sound calm and professional before speaking.

“Babe, your still stretched tight around his head and we need to get him out. I can’t cut you and you can push him out, so we’re going to need to do something else and you’re not going to like it” he said unable to meet her frightened gaze. “We’re going to try walking and see if gravity can help you” he explained trying to keep her nervous voice even

“What?!! Brian I can’t move! Oh please Brian!” She begged but he knew that their baby needed to come out and knew this was necessary. He tugged her petite naked body off the bed, ignoring her pleas and protest. She fought to sit down and get back to the bed but realized her husband wasn’t going to budge. Her vagina looked and felt like it was going to burst , poor Marlie sobbing at the unbearable pressure and pain as their overdue child was held inside her by only her tender opening. They walked slowly down the hall , Brian’s worry growing as her vulva still refused to budge.

For Marlie, each step was more painful than the last and she couldn’t help but sob and beg her husband to let her stop. Finally Brian gave in and resided to let her squat down and tried to pry her open with his fingers as she pushed, but after 10 minutes and minimal, if any progress, he knew it was time to start walking again.

He stood up and instantly Marlie looked pleadingly at her husband , but he once again hoisted her up. But this time when she screamed it was because her vagina tore. Brian looked at the blood trickling on the floor and sat her back down to investigate.

“OH MY CLIT!!! It hurts OH god it hurrrttttsssss!!” Marlie cried, her vagina burning and throbbing in agony. Brian could see where the break in her perineum had happened but what was more alarming was the head looked to be coming posterior. He knew with the head facing upwards, the baby was shoving agasint her clitoris. He could see the little nub turn blood red under the strain and when he rubbed it, it was hot to the touch. “He’s posterior babe, thats why your clit hurts” he explained

“Can this get any worse” Marlie whimpered but unfortunately it could, they just didn’t know it yet.

For the next hour, they tried every position in the book and did numerous laps around the hallway, but their son wasn’t any closer to being born despite their efforts.

He searched his brain for a solution and finally came up with one. He knew Marlie wouldn’t like it, but looking at the state she was in, he knew his son needed to be born. He continued to drag her down the hallway but instead of stopping at the stairs, he began pulling her down them.

“ Brian, Brian No No No oh pleeassseee NO!” She begged as she was forced to walk down the stairs. The last thing she wanted was more even more pressure against her opening. But what she didn’t know, was that the hardest part, was going up.

They reached the bottom and Brian checked to see if the head had moved and could feel some tension in her skin loosening. “I think it’s working” he said hopeful. Marlie nodded, wanting the agony to end more than anything in the world.

As they took the first step up however, she couldn’t but let out a scream as the baby drove hard against her tortured opening and tore her a little further. She reached down with both hands to stop the baby from coming out, but Brian grabbed them and kept her walking “Come on, I know it hurts, but he’s gotta come out babe” he said as she sobbed.

Each push the baby drove upwards against her clit and tore her open a little further. They reached the top of the stairs and Mandy dropped onto all fours, Brian getting behind her and rubbing her back. “IT HURTS!!!” his wife screamed as the ring of fire grew unbearably worse. “I know, keep pushing baby!” He encouraged seeing more and more of his sons massive head.

“I’m tearing apart!!” She cried as she felt her vagina splitting open in multiple places. Brian gulped and did not know how to help. “Your doing so good” he encouraged.

He knew that the head wasn’t coming out if she didn’t tear, but seeing his wife’s tender flesh tear open, was making his stomach turn.

“OHH MY CLIT!!” She howled as the baby continued to shove against it and stretch it further. Brian reached up and put his hand over top of it rubbing it slightly to see if it helped her but it didn’t, but kept his hand there not wanting her to tear upwards.

“Keep pushing ” he instructed watching and hoping his head would just come out already. Her ran his free hand around her vagina and an felt an alarming amount still inside her.

“BURNNNINGGGG!!” His wife shrieked as more of their sons head forcefully emerged. “Good girl, he’s coming out” Bria said excited to finally see an end in sight.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” Marlie howled unable to keep the screams of agony at bay as the baby reached full crown. “Make it stop! Make it stoopppppp! MAKE IT STOP!!” She screamed unable to keep from convulsing as the baby reached full crown.

“Your at full crown babe! He’s almost out!” He exclaimed trying to be heard over his wife’s cries of agony. But just when he thought the head would pop out, it stayed put. Marlie pushed and pushed trying to dislodge the massive skull torturing her vagina, but it was no use. The baby was stuck once again.

Suddenly Marlie turned and laid on her back, yanking her legs as far as they could go. Her whole body trembled with her efforts and Brian rubbed her thighs and kissed her belly to provide some comfort and support. Now that she was on her back and spread eagle, Brian was able to see just how horrific the scene between her thighs was. Her poor vulva was torn in several places and was stretched to a horrific 6 inch width. It looked like an adult head between her thighs and their sons brow had his wife’s clitoris drove upward so far, he could barely recognize what it was.

Another hour went by with the baby still stuck at the brow and Brian finally gave in, grabbing the phone and calling for an ambulance. He waited to be connected but instead got an automated voice message saying that all ambulances are on standby due to massive amounts of snow.

He looked out their window cursing as he saw the amount of snow. But as he heard his wife cry out, he knew it didn’t matter how bad the roads were, she needed to get to the hospital.

He ran upstairs and sat down wiping her sweaty hair from her forehead before telling her the news. “The roads are really bad outside so the ambulances are on standby , but with our truck we should be fine to get to the hospital” he explained leaving out the part , that it would take hours to reach the hospital with the road conditions. He put her in one of his t shirts and wrapped her in a blanket , knowing that clothes weren’t much of an option in her state. Dragging her down the stairs once more and out into their truck and they finally were on their way. Marlie braced her feet on the dashboard , spreading her legs wide open and resorted to trying to blow and meditate the away the pain, but gave up as it proved useless

Time dragged on as they slowly made their way to the hospital, his wife’s poor vagina starting to bruise from the hours of strain. Brian tried rubbing her leg and holding her hand but in the end the only thing his wife wanted was to get their son out and that wasn’t something that was possible. She was no longer screaming, instead she was just sobbing and occasionally would give a frustrated cry after she pushed to no avail.

It took 5 hours till they finally saw the lights to the hospital and both couldn’t help but shed a tear on relief. The pulled up and were met by 2 nurses who instantly blanked at the sight of his wife. “She has been stuck like that for hours, please help us” Brian explained pleadingly.

“Please” Marlie peeped, her tear stained face breaking Brian’s heart. The nurses nodded but told them that they couldn’t get a stretcher out to the parking lot because of the snow. Marlie groaned as she realized that she must walk once more. The blood had left her vagina during the last hour of their drive making her semi numb but as soon as gravity hit, all the blood came back and so did the ring of fire with a vengeance. The nurses and Brian winced as she screamed and cried as she was dragged into the hospital. The reception room gasped as Marlie walked in not knowing what was causing her agony. But when the nurse removed the snow covered blanket and helped her onto a stretcher , everyone was horrified to see the massive baby between her legs and the damage that been done to her vagina.

They wheeled her across the hospital , causing stares and gasps from everyone who saw them. Finally the reached their room and Marlie was placed into stirrups. Brian rubbed her shoulder and tried to keep her calm as they waited for a doctor.

Another hour tricked by and there was still no sign of a doctor. Brian buzzed for a nurse repeatedly and finally got their attention. “We’ve been waiting for a doctor for an hour now, what the hell is taking so long?!?” He growled.

“Most of the doctors couldn’t make it in today due to the storm and since you wife isn’t progressing , it might be a while before he shows up” the nurse said before hurrying off.

His wife started dry sobbing, officially out of tears from the hours of crying as she heard the news and Brian would be lying if he said he wasn’t on the verge of crying either.

Another two hours went by, officially making Marlie stuck crowning for ten hours. At this point she had given up and resolved that their son was never coming out. It felt as though she had been stuck crowning for an entire lifetime and she couldn’t remember what it was like to not be in excruciating pain.

Finally the door of their room opened and the doctor arrived. Brian didn’t know if he wanted hug or kill him but either way help was finally here. Several nurses also piled into the room. Each one went wide eyed and shocked at the sight in front of them. The doctor instantly rushed over and slapped on a pair of fresh gloves, before sitting down between Marlies spread legs.

“Help me!!! Please help me!!” Marlie begged as the doctor ran his fingers along her vagina.

“Sheesh that is one big baby” one of the nurses exclaimed unable to believe that a vagina could stretch that much and that a baby could be that big.

The doctor sighed. The baby was posterior so doing an episiotomy wasn’t going to help much. He laid eyes on the instrument table and finally got a solution

“Marlie, normally I would do an episiotomy but since the baby is posterior, we are going to use a vacuum suction instead.” He explained as the nurse passed him the instrument.

“ JUST GET IT OUT!” She shouted, at the end of rope. “We will” the doctor promised attaching the largest cup he had on hand to the baby’s large head. He began pulling and Brian winced as fresh blood trickled down onto the bed sheet. He rubbed his wife’s shoulder as she shrieked and dry sobbed. Slowly he saw their son’s head get forced out and he looked away as he saw the damage being inflicted. Two of the nurses huddled in the corner of the room, horrified by the scene.

“His head is almost out” Brian exclaimed , but his wife’s was too lost in her agony to her him. The baby remained stuck at the chin for a couple of moments before the head finally emerged. “Oh god oh god oh god” Marlie gasped incoherently. “His heads out” the doctor announced. “Almost done babe” he whispered kissing her forehead.

A groaned in annoyance as they massaged their gut, the excessive amounts of dairy causing it to cramp and whine intensely as gas and waste shifted around. A looked out the window once more and angrily honked their horn after seeing that B still hadn’t come outside. “Ugh, screw this.” They mumbled to themselves as they undid their seatbelt that had been pressing against their bloated gut so harshly.

Next, A clumsily fumbled around with the button on their jeans, the waistband had been digging into their stomach the entire ride over but as an attempt to remain professional they had tried their best to ignore it. All that concern didn’t matter anymore. Once their button had been undone A’s gut sagged heavily between their legs, growling forcefully as it rested on their thighs nearly pressing against the steering wheel.

They moaned thankful for the newfound space as they clutched their stomach with both hands, ripping a nasty fart that rumbled against the seat cushion beneath them for a good few seconds. “Oh fuck, that’s better..” A sighed before grunting as their gut roared once more causing their ass to quake as a string of bassy farts slipped past their ass cheeks surrounding A in a pungent stench. A leaned over to the side feeling the contents in their gut slosh over as they attempted to fan the smell away. They chuckled to themselves, “God that reeks worse than the taco bell I had for lunch.”

A smirked and patted their stomach as it growled beneath them, impressed with the awful smells it’d cooked up. Before they could consider rolling down a window, B had suddenly knocked at the window making A jump out of surprise. They’d been so distracted with relieving their gas that they hadn’t seen B walk up.

A sighed and rolled their eyes before unlocking the back door, “You’re 20 minutes late you know.” They complained as B quickly threw their bags in and slid into the seat. “Yeah sorry about that, had to take a work call-“ B began casually before erupting into a coughing fit as they took in the polluted air around them. “Oh god what died in here?!” They exclaimed angrily as they plugged their nose to protect themselves from the smell.

A simply chuckled in amusement, “Sorry about that, didn’t get a chance to air out the place. My stomach isn’t too happy with the dinner I had, it’s been throwing quite the fit in here..” He said shaking his gut on cue, releasing more gassy gurgling sounds as the greasy waste shifted lower.

“Are you fucking kidding me?? It smells like you shit yourself in here! How do you expect me to ride in this porta potty on wheels??” B complained angrily before stopping to cough more and groan in disgust.

“Well I didn’t shit myself…” - A’s gut groaned dangerously and loudly as a couple wet farts bubbled out of their ass. A clutched it carefully as if listening to it’s complaints. - “…at least not yet, so we’d better get a move on better I do.” A commented nonchalantly as they fastened their seatbelt back on and started the car, leaving their pants undone and opting to roll their shirt up a bit as well.

Their stomach was out on full display gurgling and churning loudly with a mind of its own. “And if you want me to even consider rolling the windows down for you I’d suggest being a little nicer, maybe a generous tip towards my dessert could help too.” A said and smirked amused by the situation. They pressed a hand into their gut and ripped another batch of bubbly farts purposefully adding to the offensive smell surrounding the two before taking off on the road.

"Shit! C'mon- Aghh! Please bab- Agh! Ngghh! O." She felt the baby rub up against her lips causing a severe pain to burn across her body this also being 5 hours into her shift, the pain was seared across her lower half even if she shifted her hips the pain of the crowning head remained "Ungh! Please, c'mon now is not the time for this, Ughh" And her pain worsen but she endures a uses her work as a distraction fron the pain and tries to finish her work but the hot-searing pain kept on coming back, "Ugh, Agh, Ngungghh Oh, God, A- Ngghh! No- n- now!" Her boss passed by and saw the pained beauty and walked over to her, "Hi, Maxi sweetheart, how are you?~" Maxine replied with a hard insistent voice "I'm fine no need to worry, Mr. Nix" And being the perverted, creepy asshole he was, he grabbed her chair and pulled her away from the desk, looked right under her leather mini-skirt and saw the very wet bulge under her panties, placed a finger on it and pushed it in and Maxine grabbed the arm rests, clenched her teeth and pushed against it.

As the head pushed forward, Mr. Nix took his finger off and she panted, for him to press her belly and try to force out the baby but Maxine by chance stomped on his foot, sending him back with a chuckle as she spoke pissed "Can I get back to work now, PLEASE. Thank you" and before he left he said "If you birth that bastard in your shift here, I'll fucking fire you or..." Her face was sweaty but pissed and disgusted and so he left and she stood up slowly but the baby still plummets down shoving it's head against the fabric and she falls into a squat her hands hold onto the desk "Ungh, Nargggurgghh mmnn nnhhh, mrrhh, hrraahh, unnngghhh, hoo- hee." It bulges further and she screeches softly but got a hold on the baby and slowly pushed in though the head didn't move back and stayed in place "Irgghhh, Aggrrhhh, Oh why did you have to be born today, Oww" And she moved the chair closer to the desk and the moment she took the seat the pain burned throughout her body and she gripped the desk harder, slowly leaving little marks on the edge and she crosses her legs and keeping them tight but an hour later in her shift.

Her body was drenched in sweat, her tux shirt was see-through and revealed her body and she got looks from everyone that could she her large belly, the pain was worsening and she cradled her belly taking deep breaths, she brushed off the brown hairs off her face while a co-worker came by, Jill came closer and was helpful and massaged her belly to ease her pain but then groped her big boobs to let milk squirt out of her, "Ya like that Maxi? It's okay if you don't." Maxine tried speaking but the pain was all she could feel and think about her words we're quite slurred " I- Hng! I lik- Mmmmmm, I liked i- Ungh, Yes I did, Ugh." And Jill smiled and spread her legs open and she pushed the head at bay and asked "So need me to push it in? Bu-" Her very respone was insistent "Please, Do it, Ugh. Ack! Cunghh! Just do it, no-" Jill hesitantly pushed it in and held Maxine's hand reassuring, they both are going to be okay.

After Jill pushed it back a good amount she crossed Maxine's legs and gave a kiss and left, Maxine was soaked and her body was that like a mannequin, hourglass bod, big breast and a big ass with thighs and hips, she always got looks for it and one of her hated co-workers Mike had to come over while she clenched her fist and he gave demands "Stand up or I will punch your baby, Oh I see how it is." He tried punching but she caught his hand and threw a left hook and he left out of respect but another Co-worker the one named Sally was her least liked she walked to her and said "Stand, C'mon i'll kick you bitch." And instead she slapped her belly and pissed off Maxine who felt a harsh burn sear though her, "You little blonde sex doll full of shit from her very fragile ego" And Maxine made Sally mad as she insisted for her to stand "I'll tell the boss" She stood up slowly and as a response she had looked Sally in the eyes and smacked her cold out to the ground as sat back down "Ow, Ow, Ack, Hoo- Okay no please baby you need to wait no-." Maxine felt the baby plummet, she fell on her back as the baby bulged forward and she cupped the bulged and stood up slightly moving it back in and sat down again and after another hour into her last day at this establishment well..

Her back burned as her boss passed and he made a very inconveinient request "So Maxy can you get me a coffee sweetheart, If you would so kindly please?" She stood up slowly holding her belly and grasping at the bulge waddling over to the coffee machine anf grabbing a cup walking over to her boss and shakily passing over to him but he was mischevious put the cup down and slapped her belly and she fell to a squat and had moved the heax forward and he said "Oh, so it seems you wanna lose this job or should I get you another unwanted baby?" She panicked as she didn't want to lose it right now at this very moment as she had debt to deal with and so she stood up and spoke "I- Unngghh! I can last one more hour an a half" He left with a mischievous smile as she returns to her seat for the final time and hour and twenty-five minutes later her life was flashing before her very eyes in heavy pain.

Her hearing was blear and she felt weak and her baby was slowly dragging across and is slowly going through and she needed water and stood up, her panties snapped, the baby dropped and she grabbed it and held onto it, slowly pushing it back in and squealing softly and waddling over to the water pump and grabbing a cup, walking back to her desk finding her seat stolen, her co- worker laughs "Boss said you fat" She replied in a harsh tone "You bastardous incel lowlife" And he froze in shock as she searches for a chair and drags on back to her desk and letting the baby plummet down sitting down slowly cupped her purple bruised pussy as the clock ticks but her boss comes round and pulls her up and pins her to a wall forcing out the baby as she grabs his shoulders and rams him away, falling to the floor grabbing her belly on her knees with a large and heavy baby crowning as she stands up looking at the clock and seeing the time go down fast and she speaks up to him "S- Ghhhhh your little shitty ass is finally losing a fucking bet but he doesn't want to since he acts like a child" While the baby slides out and she tightens her thighs keeping it in place as her boss raises up "I will not lose a BET!!" and speeds at her, she slams his face in and knee slams her belly sending her down to her knees and him out cold, he pushed the baby out as it burns through and the crowd enlargens as the timer ticks "3..... 2.......... 1" And it rang, she bolted out of there holding onto her baby and falling into a closet and pushing with all she had left "Hgaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!! Oh shit! Oh Shit! Come here, Shh, Shh, Shh it's okay" As Maxine left the building with all she had left and drove to a hospital with her sweaty, bloodied, tired body and got alot of help from her friends.

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heres a video from yesterday after the desserts!

The only thing ACTUALLY stopping me from wanting to be 1000 pounds is the serious health risks. I wanna sexy talk about being made an immobile blob, 3000 lbs plus, so fat I'm basically a ball without having it pointed out I'd die, personally. I know as big as I might eventually get isn't advisable medically, but, mitigated risks I'm okay with.

Ended up having around 2000 calories in one sitting with everything I ate. I was so tight it was amazing.

I want to be forced, or at least demanded by my feeder to keep my belly so painfully full at all times I struggle to do anything by lie around pinned by my distended belly.

I want to be made to wear clothes far too small all the time so I'm under constant threat of ripping a seam of popping a button even in public.

I want to train myself to be able to totally swallow the tube attached to the funnel while I'm tied up helpless while my feeder pours in me whatever ridiculously fattening concoction straight into my belly.

I like to be stuffed with foods I actually like just like the next feedee, sure. but I'm honestly more turned on by the idea by being forced into eating something my feeder had designed or chosen to make me blow up regardless of what I want.

Her one firm and taught belly now a fleshy mass of bloated belly. Every step she would take you could her the groaning and grumbling coming from within her.

She's rushed in and laid out on a bed waiting for the ultrasound when she grips your hand tight letting out a long loud moan. Everyone in the vacinity stops what they're doing and looks over at her.

"Oh my! There, there's something.. inside of me" she grips you tight and continues to moan as you see her taught belly writhe and quake before your eyes. Whatever is inside is awake and stirring.