I don't wanna

Ten months ago, an army made camp only a short way from the quiet town. Headed off to the battlefront to protect the king's lands and slay its enemies. It was natural that brave knights saw to it that they had some fun or felt love before heading off to the frontlines and possibly saw death.

Most of the women here were taken in by the gruff charms of the kingdom's soldiers; their promises of whisking them away to their fertile lands and giving them a life of plenty once the war was over. It didn't take much to impress the women of such a modestly sized town with nothing to its name. And in kind, it didn't take much for them to open their legs for men they thought honorable and good.

Others were grounded to the child bed due to their unluckiness in bumping into the less honorable and much more irate knights. The ones who genuinely didn’t care about what scars they left on the young maidens or entertainers of the town.

You were a part of the former. One of the field healers was handsome enough to turn your eye and smart enough to turn your heart. It was a short fling that ended like most- in the promise that he would return and you'd continue your love affair.

Eight months ago, the town lord got word that the army was wiped out in a trap. Survivors were said to be sparse to none. Leaving the town women carrying nothing but the seeds of dead men. Some prayed for their return. Some prayed for their eternal suffering. Some wept in despair. Some cried tears of joy.

Those feelings bubbled up to the surface in the packed medical hut. A few dozen women in the past few days found themselves trapped in the birthing bed. It was a terrifying sight to see for some and others were a little elated.

The nurse who'd brought in the two new birthing mothers had already collapsed with her legs spread wide and her pussy gushing fluid.

She could handle herself and the older woman she brought had several children before this point. The one you had to worry about was the dancer. She was clearly overdue, young, and not prepared. Not that you are much different.

The Dancer squirmed on the bed beneath her weighty belly, a trickle of white coming from her puffy pussy. That was certainly one way of getting labor started. You clean her up and stick a sanitized finger up her canal. Your hand is stopped halfway through.

"Fuuuuuck! It's so fucking big!" She howled. "I can't push anymore! I can't!"

"You can and will," you say, despite the urge to push creeping on you. "Hold your legs back and bear down!"

The dancer reluctantly nodded and pulled back her legs easily, framing her towering dark bump. She jammed her chin between her breasts, bearing down with all her might.

As her thighs quiver, your own legs spread and your squat deepens. A contraction embraces your body, the head of your baby descended past your cervix. Your face contorts as the pressure drives downward. Your time is running short. You keep one hand beneath your belly and another on the now bulging lips of the dancer. You close your eyes and breathe in a desperate attempt to not have your baby come down any further.

"Ouuuuughhhh! It's coming out, it hurts! My pussy hurts!," the dancer shrieked.

You open your eyes to see the skin of her pussy spreading wide. You quickly press your hand on the crown. You nor the other helpers could deal with a tear right now. There had already been one too many that didn't end well.

"Stop pushing! You need to stretch," you command the woman.

The Dancer listened and answered with a loud groan and a bucking of her hips. You hold steady against the head. The Dancer writhed beneath your touch. The burn is taking its toll but it's necessary. The head slowly slides out into your palm just as the head of your baby crawls into your canal.

The dancer shrieks as the head pops free of her pussy. The Dancer takes that as a go ahead to continue pushing and bore down even harder. The shoulder spread her pussy tightly around them. Her back arches and her thighs shake as her mouth goes wide. The huge babe slides out in a slippery mess of fluid into your hands. The dancer's entire body recoils at the release in pressure.

"It's out! A girl!" you announce, rubbing its back until it cried and squirmed. You carefully present the child to its mother.

Weeping herself, The dancer gladly took the crying baby into her arms with a smile.

"Oh, Vincent, she's beautiful, she's so beautiful," The Dancer said as she rubbed the back of her baby.

You can't help but smile slightly at her despite the bittersweetness of her words. This Vincent she called out for was very likely to be gone. Then your smile is forced to fade. The pressure and pain intensified across your body. So much so you almost drop to your knees.

You need to give birth, you need to give in. Your body demands it. But just as you begin to bear down you hear a guttural screech.

You turn to see the nurse from earlier crying out. Her stretch mark covered belly tight and red.

"I'm gonna die! It won't come out!" The nurse melted into hysterics.

You swallow hard and resist the urge once more. The head of your baby sitting right behind your lips. You slide your feet over to the nurse.

"I-I have to turn the baby," your body and mind strain to ignore the growing bulge in your trousers. "Don't- ouuugh- push."

You move the Nurse's tight belly, shifting and lifting the baby off her pelvis. You slowly rotate the baby all the while moaning and wincing through your own labor. Keeping your legs and pussy tightly shut so the baby wouldn't progress further. You grasp what you think is the baby's head and slowly direct it down toward the Nurse's cervix. As soon as you were certain all was well, you let go.

"Push!" You command the nurse. The pressure in your pelvis grew into a burn. Your job was done with Nurse, but there were still struggling mothers you needed to tend to.

However, in your pain-addled state you made a mistake. The baby was descending legs first and head up, unbeknownst to you. The nurse screamed and pushed as the burn over took you. You start with a whimper, then a breathy moan. Your pussy spreads around the head tightly. Your body is bearing down without you at this point, your nails dig into your palms as you try to continue to resist.

You open your eyes and try to stand to your feet with a hand on your bulging pussy. That's when you see your error. The nurse squirms on the ground back arched with a pair of legs hanging out of her.

"FUUUCK! MY BACK!" The nurse howled.

You grimace and slowly crawl between the nurses legs. You support the body as best you can with one hand. Your face is red and sweaty. You can feel it come. The burn peak, the sting as your pussy relinquishes the head. The big head pops out of you and into your trousers. The shoulders don't wait

"I should've told him to pull out!" The Nurse pushed up to the neck. You couldn't help but think the same. You and the rest of these women would just have to deal with it though.

Both of you cry out in unison. The arms of the nurse's baby pop out and now the base of the head begins to crown. Your own baby was struggling to tear your trousers for room, leaving the shoulders holding you painfully wide. Your hanging belly seizes, the seam of your trousers tears around the head and dampens with fluid.

"Pull it out of me! Get this fucking baby out of meeeee!" The Nurse screeched while pushing harder than before.

You pull the Nurse's baby slowly all the while huffing and crying out your own stuck little baby. The Nurse throws her head back in a primal roar and the baby shoots out of her tight pussy into your hands.

You can’t even think about proper procedure at this point. You need your baby out.

You quickly plop the newborn onto the disheveled nurse's chest and immediately roll to your back, ripping your cloth trousers off. As soon as they are gone, the baby bursts out of you in a torrent of fluid. It falls between your soaked thighs and cries out for your touch. With heaving breaths, you carefully pick up the baby.

Nine and a half months of work was squirming in your hands. A wave of exhaustion, joy, and sadness came over you looking at the active bundle. Your breasts ache as much as your pussy does right now but you still have more to tend to.

Just then, a young man runs in with a crying woman hanging off his shoulder. One baby in her arms and another clearly stuck at crowning.

"Help! She needs help!"