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A/N: It's an mpreg birth story, and it's messy. It got really messy and wild. Might be disturbing for some, I don't know what I was thinking.

As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

Celon is heavily pregnant, ready to pop any day He has been having braxton hicks contraction for couple of days now. His husband, Mike, was working on his laptop. The baby was twisting a lot in Celon’s womb, so he can’t sleep peacefully.

It's 4 am in the morning, when Mike’s work is done. Celon was frequent to his bathroom trips and just lie down again in bed. Mike lies beside him. "The baby is moving a lot?”

Celon whimpers softly as the baby kicks again, his round belly tense and hard as a small foot presses against his ribcage. He rolls onto his side, facing Mike. "It's like it’s practicing karate in there.”

Mike wraps his arms around Celon’s swollen belly and pressing his face into Celon’s neck, "Mmm... that's because it's ready to come out." Mike’s hands start to roam over Celon’s belly, feeling the tightness and hardness. Mike kisses above his ear.

Celon clings to Mike, his nails digging gently into Mike’s arms as another strong kick makes him grunt. "It feels like it’s trying to break out," He whines softly, his voice muffled against Mike’s neck. His belly feels rock hard, like a bowling ball about to burst.

Mike slightly pulls back and watches Celon. He is heavily pregnant, his pregnant belly fully round, his breasts are full, he is completely naked under his nightie. "Baby..." Mike’s voice comes out rough "Are you trying to kill me? Wearing this... with nothing underneath?”

"Mhmm," Celon hums softly, knowing fully well how much his naked body and full breasts drives Mike crazy. He spreads his legs slightly on the bed, giving Mike an unobstructed view of his massive baby belly and his full, swollen breasts that leaked milk slowly. "Babe..”

"hmm?" Mike chuckles huskily, his large hands slipping underneath Celon’s thin nightie to caress his bare skin, " it's incredibly sexy, and it's making me want things.." Mike presses closer, letting Celon feel Mike’s arousal against his lower abdomen.

Celon moans softly, his body shivering as Mike’s hands caress his bare skin. He leans back against the pillows, arching his back slightly to push his belly and chest out more. "W-what kind of things?" He asks innocently, even though he knows exactly what Mike is thinking.

Mike groans softly, his hips pressing gently against Celon, "See what you do to me? I can't help it. You look so damn sexy like this." Mike leans down, kissing Celon’s neck, more insistently this time. One hand moves up to cup his breast through the dress. His thumb rubs over Celon’s hard nipples softly.

Celon gasps as Mike cups his breast, his hard nipples stiffening even more at his touch. "A-Ahhn... Babe, please..." He whimpers, his hands gripping Mike’s shoulders tightly. His belly tightens and hardens again as another contraction hits him, making him arch his back more.

Mike’s hands roam back to Celon’s belly, splaying out over his roundness possessively. Mike swallows hard, his mind wandering. One hand moves slowly down Celon’s belly, towards his pelvic area "Would you... be uncomfortable if I touched you there? Just to check?" His voice is a deep whisper against Celon’s ear.

Celon bites his lip, his breathing hitching as Mike’s hand moves lower. "N-no... it's fine." He spreads his legs a bit wider, giving Mike better access. "Just be gentle, okay?" His belly still hard from the contraction.

As soon as his legs spread, Mike’s fingers move to Celon’s dick. Mike swallows hard, his mind racing with hormones. He bites his lip, "Can I...?" Mike asks softly, his fingers moving to gently cup Celon’s dick possessively. "Just to see...?”

Celon nods quickly, his face flushed as he feels Mike’s gentle touch on his sensitive area. "Y-yes... just check if I'm leaking or something..." He whimpers softly, his hips shifting involuntarily as Mike touches him. His pregnant body is extremely sensitive right now.

Mike slides his finger gently between his dick folds. He maintains gentle pressure with his finger, feeling how Celon’s body throbs, both from desire and contractions. "Shit... your dick so fucking swollen..." Mike’s breathing becomes heavier as he imagines how Celon’s body is stretching and preparing for birth.

Celon gasps and moans softly as Mike touches his swollen dick, his body shuddering with pleasure and pain. Celon can feel his dick starting to leak a little, the pre-cum mixing with the contractions and making his area even more sensitive. "Ahhhn... b-babe...”

Mike loves how sensitive Celon is right now. "Can I be honest? Can I fuck you right now...?" Mike’s voice is low and husky as he imagines himself buried deep inside Celon, feeling his tight, sensitive anus contracting around his length. "Because you're so fucking wet and sensitive... I bet it would be so good.”

"Mmmph... yeah... it would be good..." Celon whimpers, his hole already clenching at the thought of Mike inside him. His voice is breathy.

Mike swallows hard, his mind filling with dirty thoughts. He spreads Celon’s thighs wider, pushing his nightie up to expose his baby bump. Mike gets hard quickly, his boxers tents up. He removes his hand from Celon’s dick and quickly pull out his boxers. His hard length springs free, already leaking pre-cum at the thought of being inside Celon. "Babe... I'm gonna be really gentle, okay?”

"Mhm... gentle is good... I'm really sensitive right now..." Celon bites his lip, his eyes widening at the sight of Mike’s hard dick. He nods eagerly, his legs spreading wider to accommodate Mike. His belly is so big and round now. "Come on, fuck me...”

Mike kneels between Celon’s widespread thighs, his dick throbbing as he lines himself up with Celon’s anus. Mark pushes forward, the thick head of his cock spreading Celon’s anus apart. Mike groans deeply.

"Ahhhn... it hurts..." Celon whimpers, his nails digging into the bedsheets as Mike slowly push inside him. He's so much bigger than usual, and Celon is so much tighter than usual due to his pregnancy. "You're too big...”

"Fuck... you're so tight, baby... and so wet..." Mike bottoms out inside him. His pelvis pressing against Celon’s sensitive anus. Mike stays still for a moment, letting Celon adjust to his size. Mike can feel Celon’s dick fluttering, the contractions growing stronger.

"God... your dick is hitting my womb..." Celon moans softly, his body shivering. His belly looks even rounder with Mike deep inside him. Celon’s dick is throbbing and leaking pre-cum non-stop now, the contractions making him horny and sensitive. "Baby... move slowly...”

Mike begins to slowly withdraw almost all the way before sliding back in. His pace is deliberate, matching the rhythm of Celon’s contractions. "Shit... this feels good." His cock throbs, leaking pre-cum inside Celon.

"Mmmph... yes..." Celon's hands move from the sheets to Mike’s chest, nails scraping lightly. His belly bobs slightly with each thrust, his whole body flushed and sensitive. The contractions have him clutching Mike tighter. "Right there... fuck...”

Mike completely lost in the moment, his primal instincts taking over as he fucks him. His hands grip Celon’s thighs tightly, spreading him wider as he pounds, hitting a spot that makes Celon moan loudly. Mike starts moving again, his thrusts a bit faster and harder now as he watches Celon’s belly expand and contract with each push and pull.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Celon cries out, his voice high and desperate. His belly shakes with each thrust, his pregnant body jiggling in the most erotic way. He clutches Mike’s arms, his nails digging in as he pulls Mike deeper. "Right there! Right fucking there!”

Mike abruptly pulls out his dick and change Celon’s position. Celon’s face buried in the pillows, legs spread and ass up in the air. Celon’s overfilled belly hanging underneath him. Mike takes him from behind, grabbing Celon’s hips tightly as he pushes himself inside Celon.

Celon screams into the pillow, his body shuddering as Mike enters from behind. The new angle hits depths he didn't know existed, triggering intensely pleasurable spasms. His swollen belly hangs heavily, swaying with each powerful thrust. "Hnnngh fuck... so deep!”

He whimper, feeling impossibly full. The baby roll and squirm like crazy, his lower back is straining, he can barely hold himself up. He begs Mark to change positions, but Mark is busy pounding into him.

Celon’s voice is muffled by the pillow as he begs, "P-please... change positions... I can't hold myself up... ah! The baby's moving so much!" He whimpers as another powerful thrust makes his belly jiggle violently. "Too deep like this...”

Mike presses him down into the mattress, his belly crushed between him and the mattress. Celon try to lift himself up but he can't; Mike is pounding into him vigorously. His belly hurts so much it's blinding, tears run down his face, but he can't hold back the moans falling from his mouth.

Celon sobs uncontrollably, his body wracked with pleasure and pain. The intense pressure on his belly and the relentless pounding have him seeing stars. He bites the pillow to muffle his screams, his anus hole clenching tightly around Mike’s dick with each thrust. "Hnnngh...”

His heavy pregnant belly is getting crushed between him and the mattress. Celon’s face contorts in anguish as his swollen belly suffers cruel compression. Tears stream down his cheeks, but his body betrays him, shuddering with intense pleasure. He tries desperately to brace himself, hands scrabbling at the sheets, yet he remains pinned. "Ahhhn fuck...”

They don't know how long they continued, but when they stopped, it was already 8 am. They are both, panting, lying on the bed.

Calon lies sprawled on the bed, his body covered in sweat and love bites. His belly is red and sore from being crushed between Mike and the mattress. He's panting heavily, his hand instinctively rubbing his aching stomach. "Fuck... I can't move...”

After taking some rest Mike says in groggy voice, "fuck, I'm hungry..”

Celon chuckles softly. He carefully pushes himself up, his body aching from last night's rough treatment. He's naked, his belly heavy and round. "Hmm, one sec..." He padded barefoot to the kitchen, his big belly swaying with each step..

He starts preparing breakfast, his movements slow and deliberate due to his large baby bump. He groans occasionally to himself feeling contractions. After a while, he calls out to Mike. They finish their breakfasts.

Celon stands at the sink, his round belly sticking out as he washes the dishes. He's still naked, his pregnancy glow making his skin look soft and luminescent. He groans to himself as he cleans, his belly occasionally hitting the counter as he reaches for things.

Completely oblivious to the potential progress of labor, Celon continues with his tasks. His belly looks incredibly heavy now, stretching tight against his skin. Every now and then, he pauses, gently massaging his belly. "This little one's kicking so much today...”

He bends over slightly to put the clean plates away, his big belly sticking out even more. He moans softly as a sudden tightness spreads across his belly. He straightens up, laughing softly. "Damn, this baby better not start now. I still have laundry to do...”

Celon turns back to the sink, but as he does, another contraction hits him harder this time. He gasps, gripping the counter for support. He shakes his head, trying to brush it off. "Just a Braxton Hicks... probably," he mutters to himself, continuing with his chores.

Despite his attempt to ignore the growing intensity of the sensations, the next few minutes see a series of stronger and closer-together contractions. Celon finds himself stopping frequently to breathe through each wave, his face twisting with discomfort. He pauses, leaning heavily on the counter, his big belly tightening.

He laughs softly, trying to convince himself it's nothing. "Probably just... indigestion..." He rubs his belly protectively. "God, this baby better not start cooking right now..." He bends down again to pick up the laundry basket. As he straightens up, he freezes.

His eyes widen as an intense wave hits him, doubling him over. He drops the laundry basket with a thud, his hands flying to his belly. "No, no, no..." He pants, his face contorting with pain. He waddles to the couch, sitting down heavily.

Celon's face contorts as another wave of contractions hits him. His large pregnant belly tightens and rises, his body language indicating that the baby is in a hurry to come out.

Mike calls out from bedroom, "Babe, can you bring my files from the study room?”

Celon tries to push through the pain, to get up and fetch his files. He waddles to the study room, his big belly swaying heavily. He winces as another contraction hits, his belly tightening and dropping lower, pushing his expanded belly button out even more.

Mike came to the living room and saw Celon waddling towards him. They are still naked, "Babe..you look so full.." Mike sees Celon’s puffier dick, "When did it expanded so much.." Not to mention, it's making Mike hard again.

Celon bites his lip, trying to focus through the contractions, his puffy dick twitching slightly. "It's been getting bigger for a few days now..." He hands Mike the files, leaning against the counter for support.

After watching Celon for some moment, Mike continues with hitched voice, "I'm getting hard again babe. Shall we do again.. please..”

Celon looks at him, his eyes widening slightly as he sees Mike’s growing arousal. Celon shifts uncomfortably, another contraction making him gasp. "Baby, I don't know if that's a good idea right now," he says breathlessly. "I think the baby might be coming soon.”

Mike holds his hand and pulls Celon towards him. "Come on babe.. let's do it." Mike desperately says as he go behind Celon’s back. They are both standing naked in their living room.

Celon allows Mike to pull him into his embrace, his big belly sticking out. He inhales sharply as Mike positions himself behind him. Celon’s puffy expanded member twitching with arousal despite the contractions. "You sure about this?" he pants.

"yes.." Mike hisses. His hands hover over Celon’s round belly.

Celon moans softly as Mike’s hands gently touch his round, low belly. He leans back against Mike, his body trembling with both pain and arousal. "Okay... but go slow," he whispers, his voice strained as another contraction hits. His puffy dick throbs, leaking precum.

"You are already cumming.." Mike smirks as he put his dick inside Celon’s anus.

Celon cries out as Mike enters into him. Celon’s expanded dick throbbing and shooting out a stream of warm, thick, white sticky cum onto the floor. He grips Mike’s arms tightly as Mike starts to move inside him, his big belly bouncing with each thrust. "Ahh, fuck!”

They are fucking in standing position. Mike is holding Celon’s hips spreaded tightly. Celon slightly bending forward as Mike thrusting inside his anus. Celon’s pregnant belly hanging low.

His swollen cock continues to spit out ropes of cum on the floor as Mike pounds into his ass. Each thrust makes his heavy belly sway hypnotically. He throws his head back, his body trembling with pleasure mingled with the intense contractions of his impending birth.

As the baby suddenly drops, Celon's eyes roll back, and he lets out a guttural scream, “Gggaaaahhh…”. His dick swells even more, becoming painfully hard and engorged. The pressure inside him intensifies as the baby's head presses down.

Mike’s thrusts push the baby's head further down, making Celon's swollen dick throb and leak clear fluid mixed with semen. He cries out with each thrust, his belly tightening with strong contractions. "Baby... you're gonna make me...AH!" He screams loudly as his dick sprays again.

Celon's dick is now fully engorged and incredibly sensitive, the baby's head trapped inside and expanding it even further. He's sobbing from the intense pressure and pleasure, his body shaking violently as Mike continues to thrust. "I'm... I'm gonna pop!”

Celon’s belly is rock hard and incredibly tight under Mike’s hands as Mike use it to pull Celon onto his length. Celon screams, his swollen dick throbbing painfully as the baby's head gets further inside his urethra. "You're gonna tear me open! My belly...”

"Oohh babee.. " Mike thrusts him harder.

The sudden hard thrust makes Celon’s belly ripple and jerk violently, causing his dick to throb uncontrollably. The pressure inside him becomes unbearable as the baby's head starts to move deeper into his dick. "Fuck... fuck... fuck!" He screams loudly, his whole body convulsing.

Mike’s thrusts cause his swollen belly to bounce and tighten, which in turn makes his painfully hard dick jump and jiggle synchronously. The baby's head slides slightly deeper into his urethra with each thrust, making him leak clear fluid and whimper softly. "Baby...”

Mike falls on his back on the couch with Celon, his dick still inside. He falls onto Mike’s lap, his massive belly bouncing and jiggling as Mike lifts Celon’s hips up and down onto his dick to thrust deeper into him. Celon’s dick bounces wildly, the baby's head getting pushed further and further into his dick. "Ahhh... fuck... fuck... fuck...”

Celon’s body is a mess of pleasure and pain, his dick throbbing and leaking copiously as Mike thrusts deeper into him. His belly is now bouncing wildly with each movement, the baby's head pushing against the sensitive walls of his urethra. "I can't... I can't take it!”

"Let's go to bed babe." Mike hisses as he pulls out of Celon and drags him towards the bedroom.

Celon waddles behind Mike, his massive belly swinging from side to side. He winces in pain as the baby's head shifts inside him, making him leak more clear fluid. He whimpers, his voice hoarse from screaming. "My belly...”

Mike throws Celon on the bed. Celon lands on the bed with a loud thud, his belly bouncing and jiggling violently. He groans in pain, his hands instinctively going to his swollen dick. "Ahhh... fuck..." The baby's head shifts inside him, causing more clear fluid to leak out.

Mike finally nptices Celon’s swollen enlarged dick. Mike gasps, "How... When did it happen…?”

Celon looks down at his dick, his eyes widening in shock. It's massive and throbbing, the baby's head visible inside the swollen urethra. "I... I don't know... it just kept growing and growing..." He whimpers, his whole body shaking.

Mike took his throbbing dick and Celon’s dick and jerk them together. "Your's one is so thick…!”

Celon watches as Mike jerks his dick alongside his swollen one, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and pain. "It's... it's too thick... the baby's head is stretching me so much..." He moans, more clear fluid leaking out. "Your dick feels so small compared to mine...”

"Yeah.." Mike hisses.. "I want it inside me.. babe, put it inside my ass. " Mike says with hitched breath.

Celon’s eyes widen in shock and arousal at Mike’s request. He struggles to sit up, his massive belly making it difficult for him to move. He grabs his swollen dick with both hands, trying to position it at Mike’s entrance. "Baby... are you sure? It's so fucking thick...”

"Yes..! Yes..!" Mike positions himself in bed and spread his butt cheeks further with his hands.

Celon takes a deep breath, his hands shaking as he tries to guide his swollen dick towards Mark’s hole. The baby's head pushes against the sensitive tip, making him leak even more clear fluid. "Fuck... it hurts so much..."

As Celon starts pushing his massive, swollen cock against Mike’s ass, intense contractions suddenly seize him. His belly tightens and jerks, the baby inside kicking vigorously. "Ahhh fuck! Contrac- ahhh!" He cries out, his dick throbbing violently as another gush of fluid escapes him.

"It’s so wet… Hurry put it inside!” Mike hisses.

Celon’s face contorts with pain and effort as he tries to force his thick, swollen head past Mike’s tight ring. "It's too big! It's not fitting!" He cries out, his belly jerking again with another intense contraction. His eyes fill with tears of frustration and pain as he tries to push his impossibly thick, baby-filled dick into Mike’s ass. The contractions are getting stronger, his belly tightening like a drum. "It hurts... it hurts so much! I can't get it in!" He sobs.

"Squeeze it babe.. Squeeze your dick and put it inside..!" Mike continues.

With a grunt of determination, Celon squeezes his massive cock as hard as he can, his fingers barely able to encircle the swollen shaft. And with the squeezing, the baby slides back just enough to make the tip of the dick slightly thinner. Tears stream down his face from the effort and pain. "Ahhhh! Ahhh fuck!" He screams, slowly pushing the baby back inside with all his might. His dick still half filled with the baby, with an agonizing roar, Celon finally manages to wedge the throbbing head of his dick past Mike’s resisting asshole. Suddenly, his swollen shaft plunges deeper due to another intense contraction, forcing a third of his massive length inside. "OHHH FUCK!”

"Aaahh.. it's so thick!!!” Mike screams.

"I know! I know! It's too fucking thick!" Celon pants heavily, his belly convulsing with another contraction. "Oh god, it hurts so much to push it in...!" He groans, trying to push more of his swollen length into Mike’s ass. The baby starts sliding again inside Celon’s dick.

"Aaaah!! It's getting thicker inside my ass!!” Mike continues.

"It's the baby, it's making my dick swell up inside you!" Celon wails in pain and pleasure, his massive cock throbbing and expanding further within Mike’s tight asshole. "Fuck, I can't stop it! It's gonna get even thicker and stretch you even wider!”

"Aaaah! It's too much!!! Back up! Back up!!” Mike screams.

Celon, panting heavily and sweating profusely, tries to pull back slightly, but his swollen cock is so thick and sensitive that even the slightest movement sends jolts of pain through him. "Ahhh fuck! It's too sensitive! I can't pull out!”

"Noo! Aaah! It's too thick!! Pull it out!!” Mike keeps screaming.

Celon cries out desperately, his face screwed up in agony as he tries to withdraw his impossibly swollen shaft from Mark’s painfully stretched asshole. "I'm trying! Fuck!" He screams, pushing and tugging frantically.

Mike hold Celon’s swollen dick tightly and squeeze it hard in pain.

*"AHHH FUCK!!!" Celon howls in agony as Mike’s painful grip squeezes his super-sensitive cock. His eyes roll back, and his massive belly heaves with another contraction. "Stop squeezing! It's too sensitive!”

Mike squeezes too tightly, making the baby go back fully. Celon cries out in distress.

"AAAHHHHHH!! The baby's moving back up! It hurts so much! You're making the baby shift back inside!" Celon wails, his massive belly convulsing in pain as the baby slowly slides back towards his womb.

With a sudden, violent motion, Mike squeezes Celon's super-sensitive, swollen cock as hard as he can and abruptly pull it out of his painfully stretched asshole. The sudden release sends an intense, searing pain through Celon’s entire body, and he lets out an ear-splitting scream.

Mike collapses on the bed, legs spread wide, and wincing as he feels raw, burning pain in his asshole. He lifts his legs slightly and sees blood on his inner thighs. "Ow... shit... It rip me..." Mike mutters, not considering Celon’s state.

Celon had fallen on the floor. Curled up in a fetal position, his massive belly heaving with each painful breath. His swollen, purple manhood lies limply between his thighs, still leaking thick, sticky fluids. "Ahhhh...”

When Mike finally sees Celon, “Babe...!" he gasps.

Celon slowly looks up at Mike, his eyes glazed with pain. He bites his lip, trying to hold back another scream as a contraction ripples through his enormous belly. "Don't... touch... me," he gasps out, flinching away. "Everything hurts...”

The baby starts shifting inside Celon’s swollen member again, it happens much faster and more violently than before. His massive belly convulses and contracts, pushing the baby down his engorged length at an alarming speed. "AHHHH!!” His eyes roll back as another intense contraction hits, forcing the baby down his throbbing shaft even faster. "The... the baby's dropping again! But... but it's moving so quickly now! It hurts so much more!" He screams, his hands clutching his belly and dick.

Mike quickly lay down Celon’s back on the bed. Celon is panting heavily, his legs dangling off the bed edge as Mike position himself between them. Celon looks down at Mike with terrified eyes, feeling the baby plunging rapidly down his hypersensitive cock with each contraction. "I can't breathe! Ahhh! It's going to pop out!”

"It's going to be fine.. its ok.." Mike rubs Celon’s dick and pregnant belly.

Celon’s body is wracked with intense contractions, his belly convulsing violently as the baby speeds down his shaft. Mike’s gentle touches on his swollen member and pregnant belly provide some comfort, but the pain is overwhelming. "AHH! It's coming out! It's coming out NOW!”

"Breath.. relax.. let it come.." Mike licks and sucks Celon’s nipples while rubbing his dick with one hand. The dual stimulation - Mike’s fingers gently caressing Celon’s aching cock and his warm tongue on Celon’s sensitive nipples - makes Celon moan despite the pain. His belly trembles and pushes down hard as the baby's head begins to crown. "Nghhh... oh fuck... that feels... AHHHHH!”

Mike grabs around Celon’s wet dick folds and starts licking it, while still rubbing it.

Celon’s body arches as intense pleasure and pain intertwine. The baby's head is stretching his delicate dick hole to its limit. Mike’s fingers and tongue on his sensitive folds and wet, pulsing dick drive him wild. "AAAAH! IT'S PUSHING!”

"Yes babe.. you are doing great.." Mike hums licking Celon’s dick more.

Celon screams hysterically as the next intense contraction forces the baby's head crowning. Tears stream down his face from the overwhelming pain and pleasure. "AAAAAAH! The head! Fuck, FUCK!”

Mike pulls back and sees the head, coming out spreading Celon’s dick hole. He rubs around the hole. "Yes, let it come..." He goes back to Celon’s full breasts and starts sucking his nipples.

The baby's head stretches Celon’s distended hole further, causing him intense pleasure mixed with unbearable pressure. Mike’s fingers gently rubbing around his gaping hole and greedy mouth on his swollen nipples make his entire body convulse. "OH GOD! I'm losing my fucking mind!!!”

"Push it out babe... Push it.." Mike says then bites his nipples. His hand goes to Celon’s pregnant belly to rub it down.

Celon screams in agony and ecstasy as he pushes with all his might, his belly contracting violently. Mike’s bite on his nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, and his hand pushing down on the pregnant belly helps guide the baby out. "AAAAH! I'm PUSHING!!!”

"Yes, push!" Mike says breathlessly as he sucks more while rubbing his pregnant belly with more force.

With a final, screaming push, the baby's head fully emerges, stretching Celon’s hole impossibly wide. "NNNNGGGGHFUCK!”

Mike pulls back and watch, "The head is completely out. The shoulders are next.."

Celon is completely out of his mind now, his massive belly heaving with each labored breath. The baby's shoulders are the hardest part, spreading his already gaping dick hole even wider. He feels like he's being torn in half. "NO MORE! IT'S TOO BIG!”

"You can do it.. You can do it babe" Mike rubs Celon’s dick with one hand and starts smooching his neck while other hand is pinching on his nipples.

Celon’s eyes rolls back as he feels Mike’s hands all over him. The overwhelming stimulation combined with the intense pressure of the baby's shoulders finally breaks him. "AAAAH!”

"Yes babe.." Mike starts sucking his full breasts more.

Celon’s body convulses as he pushes with renewed vigor, Mike’s mouth on his breasts driving him wild. The baby's shoulders finally slip out, leaving only the smallest part left to deliver. "OH FUCK! IT'S ALMOST OUT!”

Mike pulls back again. "Okay, baby.. it will be down soon.." Mike cups the baby body to catch it. Celon’s body trembles as he pushes with every last bit of strength, his face contorted in pain. With one final, earth-shattering push, Celon feels the baby's body start to slip out. His stretched hole burns and tears as the baby's waist emerges, his massive belly finally starting to deflate. "NNNNGGGGGHHH! .. it's almost... FUCK!" With one final push, the baby shoots out into Mike’s waiting hands, followed by a rush of fluids. Celon collapses back, completely spent, his massive belly already shrinking noticeably.

As Mike cradles the tiny baby in his hands, he carefully examines the baby boy, who's no bigger than a large doll. His tiny body is covered in blood and fluids, his cry weak but healthy. He looks up at Celon. His massive belly has halved in size already.

Putting the baby on Celon’s chest, Mark left to get scissors to cut the cord. He returns with a pair of sterilized scissors. He carefully cuts the umbilical cord. As he finish cutting the cord, Celon starts to feel strong afterbirth contractions, his massive belly tightening and relaxing as the remaining fluids and the afterbirth itself begin to emerge. He groans weakly, his hands automatically going to his belly to support it. "Ahh... fuck... the afterbirth is coming...”

Celon gently hands the baby back to Mike, his arms trembling with exhaustion. He focuses on pushing out the afterbirth, his body shaking with each contraction. Mike cradles the baby close, making sure he's warm and safe as he watches Celon deliver the placenta.

Imagine sucking on their nipples so that they dont know if its braxton hicks or real labor? Fingering them deeply as they dialate so they focus on you gliding in and out of them while the head swells into their birth canal? Giving them head while their crotch bulges out and every time they try to time a push with their contractions you start licking their clit. Making their pussy stretch the same way they'd prepare to take dick but they're actually opening up for their baby. Their body is forced to do all the work while they're too busy cumming to treat their birth with any urgency.

The Vault officially turns one!!! 🥳🎉So, here's a pretty unhinged and super kinky and lengthy story for week 52, bunnies! Hope you enjoy this one, and for paid members, keep an eye out on the first chapter of my birth novella 😉🤍 posting that really soon.

Word Count: 7,759 words

Summary: 42 weeks and achy, a pregnant woman goes camping with her giant-like in-laws

I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^

Ask: No. 19 during a dystopian tv game show where contestants have to do ridiculous physical challenges while fully dilated and ready to push. Last one to fully give birth wins fabulous prizes. 

Thank you Anon, this is the most amazingly ridiculous prompt ever and was a joy to write. The story is completely satire, unrealistic, and purely for entertainment purposes. Special thanks to the talented @exponenshul for writing the third challenge, and to @gravid-transluna for being my incredible beta. You’re both amazing humans! 💜 (8k words)

Prompt: “I can’t stop it… nnghhh I’m pushingg!”

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"Goooooood evening guys and girls. It's Saturday night, we're live, and welcome to another episode of..." "Keep That Crown!" Cheers the studio audience.

The TV presenter, Danny, continues. "For those of you who are new to our little corner of television, this is a game show where we take five mothers-to-be and put them to the test in a number of household challenges. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, the catch is that each mum-to-be is in active labour...and fully dilated! Whoever can complete all five challenges without giving birth has a chance to win our grand prize, and the last one standing will win a whopping £100,000.00!"

"Oooooooh." The audience awes on cue.

This turns into fingering and vaginal sex. The midwife sees them getting at it and decides to give them privacy for the moment.

"Okay, she said she'll be here as soon as traffic lets up." You said, turning your attention back to me after ending the call with our midwife. I just nodded at first, letting out a series of measured breaths as I rode out this latest contraction. A look of sympathy crossed your face as you returned to my side, your hand coming to rest on mine, petting my swollen, twin-filled belly.

"I can feel them moving around so much," I whined softly, resting my head back on the mountain of pillows keeping me propped up on our bed. "Just wish I could start pushing already."

"I'm sorry, baby...how much longer until you can?"

"Not until I'm fully dilated, and I won't know when that is until she gets here." I replied, frustration lacing my voice. There was just silence for a minute, as you wracked your brain trying to remember one of our prior meetings with our midwife, when she'd explained how dilation worked. Eventually, you spoke up.

"If you want, I could try checking you...?"

"Would you?" I asked, looking up at you hopefully. At this point I was desperate for any kind of relief, even from an amateur checkup. Affection brightened your face as you kissed my cheek, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"Of course! Pretty sure I remember how she said to do it," you murmured, repositioning so you were situated between my legs. Gently spreading my thighs wider apart, you took in the sight of my laboring pussy; flushed, sensitive, still glistening with my water that had broken a few hours ago. Before you could get too distracted by it, you refocused yourself. Carefully you traced the seam of my lips with two fingers, eliciting a quiet sigh from me which soon escalated into a moan as I felt you easing those fingers inside me.

Swallowing thickly, you started to feel around as best you could, probing for my cervix. You stopped when I suddenly bucked my hips, and looked up to see an embarrassed smile on my flushed cheeks.

"S-sorry...felt really good when you did that."

You grinned broadly, your fingers resuming their search. After a few minutes, you'd finally found what you were looking for. As you carefully got a feel for how open I was, my hips twitched again as one of your knuckles pressed against my clit.

"So sensitive, huh?" An amused chuckle left you, and all I could do was blush deeper. "Well, unfortunately, I don't think you're all the way dilated yet," I let out a frustrated huff at this, but you continued. "Good news, though, is I think I've found a way to take your mind off of waiting."

"How's tha-aahhht!!" I started to ask, but soon let out a startled yelp as you drew your fingers back just a bit, now purposefully curling them against my g-spot. You raised an eyebrow suggestively, and I immediately nodded, catching on quickly. "Please, babe...I wanna feel good...!" I whimpered as you kept curling and uncurling your fingers, your thumb pressed firmly against my clit. In the meantime you used your free hand to quickly undo your pants, tugging them down enough to free your cock.

"Fuck, of course...god, you look so good like this," You withdrew your fingers but kept rubbing my clit, slicking the head of your cock with my juices before shallowly thrusting inside me. Everything was so overly sensitive that just feeling the stretch of you inside my cunt was almost enough to make me cum. The feeling was also enough to trigger another contraction, and I moaned loudly through this one, my hands gripping fistfuls of the sheets.

The sensation of my cunt constricting around you was unlike anything you'd ever felt, and you didn't waste any more time, building up an intense pace as you fucked me through my steadily progressing labor.

The chorus of our moans was enough that we didn't even hear the front door opening, or the footsteps down the hall. By the time the midwife was halfway through our bedroom door, you'd hitched one of my legs up onto your shoulder, fucking me deep and watching reverently as my belly bounced with every thrust.

"Oh, mom, mom!" Lia was moaning. She was 18, but already on her way to giving birth. Lia's mother, Ines, was supporting her daugther through labor. "Ah, the contractions are getting so strong now! Mom, it hurts!"

"I know, baby, I know." Ines let her hand slide over Lia's big belly. "You're doing so good, sweetie, I'm so proud of you, for doing this for daddy and me."

Lia managed a smile. "I want to help you two, you know that. You deserve to have another child, you always wanted one." She sighed. "Oh, it feels as if I might need to push soon, now!"

"Just a few more minutes, baby, dad's on his way," Ines reminded her. "Just breathe, and relax. Soon, it'll all be over."

Lia nodded, as her mother let her hand glide down to her vulva, and began stimulating her, as a way of easing the pain. Carefully rubbing her daugther's clitoris, as she was whispering calming words to her. "Shh, there, there... You're doing a great thing for your mommy and daddy today. Right here in the bed where the baby was concieved." Ines looked around the room, the master bedroom of the house. Usually this was her and her husbands room, but on this special occasion they had decided Lia would be more comfortable in the king sized bed than in her own smaller one. "Remember that day, honey, when we used a syringe and put the semen inside you? Nine months ago?"

"I'll never forget it. It felt so great!" Lia panted. Another contraction hit her hard and she moaned loudly. "Aaaahhh"!

The bedroom door opened and Ben, Lia's father, came stumbling in. "Did I miss anything? I tried to be as fast as I could..."

"No, no, you made it, honey," his wife assured him, as he climbed into bed with his family. "Lia's doing so good. She's managing so well."

"Oh I knew she would. Daddy's little champion!" Ben put both hands on Lia's stretched stomach and rubbed it slowly. "Wow, I can't believe it. Finally, after all these years, Lia's going to help us have our baby."

"Aaaa!" Lia threw her head back and shouted. "I think it's coming now! Help me!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart!" Ines crawled and sat behind her daugther's naked back, supporting her with her body. "You just lean on me, and spread your legs for daddy, ok? He'll get the baby out of your vagina." Lia got into position, as Ben kneeled between her legs, and began separating her lips with two fingers.

"Aaaaaaaa!" she whined. "It's coming!"

"It's ok, sweetie, push the baby out," Ben urged her, as he lifted her thighs to get her into a better position for delivery. "I think I can see the head! Push!"

Lia pushed, as her mother ran her fingers through her daughter's hair and urged her on. "Push, baby! Push! Come on, push for me, you can do it..."

"The baby's starting to crown now!" Ben was wiping off Lia's vulva with a towel, watching his youngest child emerge from his oldest. "Push, sweetie! Push for daddy! You're such a good girl! Push!"

"AaAAHHGGhhh!" With a grunt Lia pushed and pushed, feeling her opening stretch as the baby's head worked it's way out of her. "Owwww... mommy....aaaahhhh!"

"Almost there now! Push! Push!" Ben's face was getting red as he was tugging gently on the head. "Push, honey!"

Lia screamed as the baby's head slid out of her. "Aaaahh! Get it out!"

"It's almost over, baby!" her mother assured her. "You're so close!"

"Push again, honey, let's get this baby out, ok?" Ben was checking the cord as he spoke. "Everything is fine, just push those shoulders out and we're done here. Come on, baby, you're being so brave. Push now. For mommy and daddy."

Lia took a deep breath, and pushed, with all her might. "Aaaaggnnnnhhhhh!" Ben held her thighs apart as Ines leaned over her to get a good view. "AAAAAGGHHHHH!" With a final scream the baby came shooting into Ben's hands.

"It's a boy!" Ben beamed as he lifted his son for the first time. Ines was crying.

"Oh, thank you darling. You did it! You gave us our baby!"

"Here's your brother!" Ben smiled, as he put the baby on his daughter's naked chest. "He looks just like you did when you were born."

"He's cute..." Lia smiled, tiredly. "Now I just want to rest."

It must be nice, to be lucky. I read stories of people who have normal lives. No distant parents who wouldn’t notice if I cut off an arm in front of them, except to offer me a spare insult. No anxiety or depression issues. No crippling fear of a dozen different things that don’t matter in reality.

But that’s the life I live. I function JUST well enough to know how poorly I function. I’m smart, but in none of the ways that seem actually USEFUL. It’s infuriating, I could tell you every pixel perfect timing in my favorite game, but can’t handle myself in most social situations. It makes it easy for people to ignore me, hard to make real friends.

But enemies… well, those are much easier. It doesn’t help that I struggle to keep all my so-called “brilliant” thoughts in my head either, especially when I see something that bothers me.

Like when I saw a bunch of the football team creeping out a bunch of girls. The poor things were only freshmen, so I stood up and reminded the jerks, in no uncertain term, that no means no. It worked… kinda. The jocks left the young teen girls alone. It had an unfortunate side-effect, in that all their attention was on me. And I was, of course, alone.

… I don’t like to talk about what happened then.

But as I staggered away, bruised, bloody, and with a deep, throbbing ache between my legs, I felt vindicated. I gathered up my torn clothes knowing I’d saved a bunch of other girls from that experience, and that was the important thing. Though the semen dripping from between my legs was alarming for a moment, I remembered that they’d stolen my virginity, the odds of me conceiving right now were minimal.

Which brings me back to all those stories I’d been reading about normal people. You know some girls have sex dozens, if not hundreds of times, unprotected, before finally getting pregnant? Some even struggle to actually end up bearing a child, a battle that they may or may not even win. And yet, here I was, staring at a pregnancy test showing two colored strips, eyes swimming with tears.

I did what any sixteen-year-old girl who had been impregnated against her will, having just discovered she was on the cusp of her second trimester would do. I tried to hide it, until I could cope with my condition. But… well, I was trying to deal with it pretty much alone, and I’m not known for my ability to hold everything together under pressure. So I spent most of my time that day fighting the need to rub my belly that my maternal instincts knew was filled with an unwanted baby.

I had no friends to confide in. My parents wouldn’t care if I walked around naked, wearing a neon sign declaring my condition, they were so busy fighting/being drunk. Well, that and being disappointed in me. On top of that, DePaign wasn’t exactly known for it’s progressive stance on women’s rights. Abortions were still outlawed, and going to any place saying you’d had a child raped into you would only get you either scorn or, almost worse, celebration for being blessed with child. It’s honestly hard to say which is more upsetting, when you were in my position. But either way, there was no help available.

And so, the only person I could rely on, as usual, was me. It was more difficult to corral my emotions than ever, and as I slowly began to swell, my firm midriff beginning to push outwards with the life I’d been forced to bear, my hormones began to go a bit wild. It got worse by the day, until I finally caught myself on the precipice of something awful.

I had been traveling through school that day in somewhat of a haze. Barely aware of where I was going, what I was doing. My baby had kicked from inside me for the first time. A little extra nudge of pressure that sent shivers through my whole body, my mind, my very soul. There was a child growing in my womb, one that had been put there as I screamed and cried, struggling to get away, and now that sign of life made the realness of it inescapable.

I finally returned to myself in the bathroom. I had a number of medical supplies gathered around me. And in front of me… a clothes hanger. Wire. and I just stared at it, unable to fully recall what I’d even planned to do with it. I looked outside the bathroom door, to my room, and saw that I’d trashed my already thoroughly messy living space. I began to put the pieces together, and cold crept from the pit of my stomach.

I slowly, delicately walked out of my bathroom and sat on my bed, gingerly rubbing my life-filled belly. I had utterly lost control. Freaked out for some reason I could hardly remember, and apparently tried to end my own pregnancy…

I shook my head, clearing away a handful of the fog clouding it still. No, I was better than this. I had survived an abusive household for years now, had faced down violent bullies and survived. I may not have much FUNCTIONAL knowledge, I may not be a pillar of mental stability. But I was a SURVIVOR damnit, and this would not be the end of me. Not by a long shot.

I forced my hand to stroke the tight, warm flesh of my life-filled midriff. There was a baby in there. I could feel my mind shy away from that reality, but I forced it to focus on that simple reality. I’d been impregnated against my will. So now what, Marsha? Now what do you do, what is the next step? Because there is one, you just need to find it.

I sat there for some time. Just stroking the firm swell of my belly and thinking. It was so hard to find the logic, the reason. And it would never really get easier to accept. But the conclusion I came to was that, yes, I was going to deliver this child I never wanted. And yes, it was half my rapist.

But it was also half ME.

Would I treat it as I’d been treated by my mother? Make it feel unwanted and unloved? I could barely stand to do that to the NPC’s in my videogames, let alone a real person. And so, my only option was to care for the child. Love it, raise it as my own. Because really, it was. It’s not the thing growing inside me’s fault that it was conceived.

My mind, my very soul screamed and fought against that fact. I shuddered with the wrongness of that, that I had to accept this fate. But it was the world I lived in, and regardless of if it was fair, it was what I had to do anyway. And in the end, it came down to the same choices so many things in my life led to.

I will either break.

Or I will live.

When those are your two choices… everything becomes slightly easier. Not BETTER. But it’s a simpler task, figuring out what one must do to keep going. And in this case, I had to accept my condition. No, not just accept it… I had to leverage it. I had to stop caring about all the things I should have never cared about anyway. How others saw me, earning acceptance from the excuses of humans I had instead of parents.

Indeed, if anything, this gave me an excuse. It didn’t matter now, in about five more months I would be laying there, legs open, forcing this baby out of my laboring body. That was inevitable. So, from here, I would strive to enjoy it. Enjoy myself. For the first time, I was going to push myself out there, even if I had no ability to understand others. It wouldn’t matter, the ones who wanted would understand ME, if they really wanted to.

But I was done hiding, done being quiet and embarrassed and ashamed.

The next day, I threw away all my heavy clothes I’d stocked up on to hide my condition. Then I went and retrieved them, because a lot of them WERE very cute, and I spent a lot of money on them, and it was cold outside, and besides, I liked sweaters. But it was very symbolic, that’s what matters.

At school, I wore the clothes that felt comfortable. As my pregnancy progressed, my swollen midriff began to push out from under the cloth of my shirts. I had to admit, the cooler air tickling the over-sensitive skin felt simply lovely. While some of the looks I got were of derision and contempt, I was used to that. What caught me off guard were the looks of barely-hidden jealousy, or masked lust.

Apparently, the freshmen I’d saved had been talking a bit, and word had spread about how I’d ended up like this. Many didn’t believe it of course, preferring to believe I was just a slut. But many asked me what happened. Who did it. A few boys said they would defend me, if I wanted, as they have sisters of their own and would be furious if someone had assaulted them like this. A few girls said the same thing. Always on the side, or in notes. But it was still there, and that’s more than I’d ever gotten.

And then… She talked to me. I was sixteen at the time, mind you, so I was still discovering bits of myself as time went on. Things I liked, things I didn’t. But something about this girl… She was part of a show choir, loved singing and dancing. Her name was Sierra, and I had always desperately wanted to strike up a conversation, or invite her to play one of my games, or… something.

“That was very brave of you…” her soft, sweet voice came from next to me. It sounded almost… watery, like she was about to cry. Fighting back the jolt of surprise, I turned to see Sierra next to me, eyes swimming with moisture. “My sister… she’s one of the ones you saved… god, I can’t believe they d-did that to you… and I didn’t know, and it’s not f-fair, I’m so sorry you’re s-suffering like this because of us…”

The sweet-voiced teenage girl that I had dreamed of meeting in private within the depths of my most confusing dreams broke down next to me, and I patted her head awkwardly, not sure what else to do.

That strange introduction lead to a pleasant conversation. The beautiful singer and I talked about our hobbies, interests, passions and desires and dreams… That one lunch seemed to last almost forever. And there were many more after that, as the child I’d never asked for continued to take up more and more space inside my body.

It was bittersweet, how close I came to feel for Sierra. We began to hang out not just at lunch, but during breaks between classes. I asked her to teach me some songs. She wanted to know about what I had on my Gameboy. The girl of my dreams let me borrow some CDs. I let her borrow some of my favorite fantasy books. Somehow, in spite of how impossible it should be, the two of us became friends.

As the months crawled by, my baby belly only became more prominent. The kicks that had devastated me only a short time ago now send odd shivers through me, making me gasp and smile. In spite of how it was conceived, I was determined to make good on my promise. And so I started letting myself enjoy my condition, letting people rub my pregnant swell when they asked, biting back pleased moans as their attentions sent pleasure radiating cross my life-filled midriff. The entire area was becoming a huge erogenous zone, and as more people expressed curiosity and interest, I made less effort to cover my taut, warm skin.

One person I was surprised by the interest in my condition from was Sierra. It was subtle, at first. A nervous glance, a small teasing joke about my clothes. But one day, the two of us sat alone during yet another private lunch, the two of us squirreled away behind bleachers in the gym, nobody around to bother us. I was in my eighth month, my nearly full-term swell hanging low and heavy on my teenage body. My bellybutton had been forced out, and if my skin was hyper-sensitive since I started showing, that extra nub was on a whole ’nother level.

A whispered question came from the nervous singer, as we sat out of sight. “Can I… can I touch your belly?” I gave Sierra an odd look, as I realized that she had never actually asked to do that before. I’d assumed that she just found the whole thing awkward, or felt guilty for it. But the way those words came out, with the two of us in private, eyes nervously making contact before darting away again… it was clear she’d been desperately fighting the urge to ask for some time.

“Of course you can.” I replied, and leaned back a bit along the wall. The girl whom I had acquired such a confusingly intense affection for began to stroke my gravid orb with delicate fingers, oh-so-gently. It wasn’t long before I was biting my lip, feeling my fingers start to twitch as pleasure tingled across the warm, tight skin. I was embarrassed to let Sierra know how much I was enjoying this, let alone what my mind was telling me I should suggest she do next.

Then I realized that the teenage beauty who was caressing my baby belly seemed to be biting back just as much as I was. Her breathing was ragged, and I could feel her fingers trembling. “Sierra…” I moaned huskilly, my gender tingling madly before I caught myself and changed tone. “W-what’s wrong?”

The blush was visible even in the shadowy area where we sat, before a whispered reply came. “I… I know you didn’t want this, and it must be really awkward for you, being pregnant with their baby, but…” a pause, then the singer continued. “I’ve… always been f-fascinated with pregnancy…”

We sat for a moment then, both of us scared of the other’s reaction. I realized I would need to take the lead here, to show I wasn’t offended. Not exactly my strong suit, but ok. I brought my hand over her’s, where it still rested on my baby belly. “That’s… ok, I think. I mean… we’re girls, right? We’re supposed to be attracted to pregnancy. Otherwise nobody would ever have babies, right?”

An odd trembling laugh burst from the nervous beauty before she did something I never expected. She bent down and brushed my life-filled midriff with her lips, forcing a pleased gasp from me before I could stop it. “No…” she whispered just as heavily as I had a moment before, making no effort to hide it. “I mean, I… I really like pregnancy. You, like this… It’s driving me crazy… And I k-know you probably don’t like me like this, or want someone touching something so bad for you so intimately, b-but…”

I realized then exactly how I felt about Sierra. Realized I’d always known, just that I had been denying it to myself for some reason. But now, with this amazing girl trembling, clearly barely holding herself back, and me the one causing this level of raw need in her… I couldn’t fight it, not anymore. I reached up, ran a hand through her hair, and caught the girl whom I’d been attracted to for years eye.

“I like it when you touch me like this. It feels good. P-please… don’t stop…”

We were frozen for a moment. There was a lot in that statement of need, of desire. But neither of us were ready to unpack it. There was a much more primal thing to be attended to. “You’re such a sexy mommy…” Sierra moaned, as her lips once more ran over my taut skin, forcing a needy whimper from me as I gripped her hair tight. Lips found my bellybutton, causing raw pleasure to shoot all the way to my core. I could feel arousal coursing through me, my puffy slit starting to lubricate itself so much I was practically dripping into my underwear.

Her lips found mine. She moaned once more into my mouth as one hand continued caressing my pregnant swell, and the other began to tug at the button of my maternity jeans. My mind was a joys confused swirl, this moment having played a hundred times in my most intense dreams. My zipper sounded off as it was tugged apart, and I felt those sweet fingers slipping between my legs, stroking my thigh, cupping my damp panties as I panted with raw lust.

Sierra’s middle finger stroked my swollen clit through the fabric once as my toes curled. Again as I began exploring her body with my hands in turn. This was really happening…

Then, the bell rang. My soon-to-be-born child kicked under my almost-lover’s palm, making her shudder. “I wish I could take you, here and now. I want you Marsha.” I nodded eagerly, one-hundred percent up for this corse of action. “Shhh… not yet, my dear.” I whimpered as the feeling of the teenage lesbian left my tingling groin. Leaning down into my ear, she whispered “My birthday party is two weeks from today. Come to it. Bring no gift. The only thing I want for my seventeenth is to taste you, to pleasure the girl I love until she cums for me…”

With that, Sierra smoothed her clothes, grabbed her bag, and winked at me. “See you there Marsha. It’ll be a fun party, promise.”

It took me a bit to gather myself enough to stand once more. The next two weeks passed in a blur, anticipation clouding my every thought. But doubt clouded those thoughts as well. Did she only want me because I was… like this? What about once I gave birth? I noted her party was slightly after my supposed due date, but I was sure I’d be fine.

There would only be one way to find out.

And that’s how I ended up standing in front of the house of a girl whom I honestly was sure was out of my league, a party inside in full swing, a tiny bit overdue. I’d been having annoying stomach cramps since I woke up I was so nervous, but it was finally time to act. It’s not the doing that makes things hard for me, it’s the waiting, you know?

I’d gotten as prettied up as I could for the occasion. My red hair was back in a short tail, I was wearing a cute light-blue t-shirt that I’d had before I got pregnant. I knew she’d probably want me to show off my baby belly, based off our… “discussion” earlier. I’d brought a maternity dress just in case, but I was sure it wouldn’t be an issue. I also wore a skirt, as the sweet-voiced seventeen-year-old had actually bought it for me some time ago, shortly after we first started hanging out. Panties were underneath, covering my swollen gender, even though just walking was enough to make my over-sensitive sex tingle as it shifted against the soft fabric.

I entered the house, and was greeted enthusiastically by my lover’s parents, the pair telling me how excited they were to finally meet me, how they too appreciated everything I’d done to help their family, and Sierra’s mother dropping some faint hints that she knew how deep our relationship had become. After that, sans those ongoing annoying stomach cramps that seemed to be getting worse, the festivities were enjoyable enough. Most of the people there seemed to want to partake of the games that had been set out, but were trying to be too “cool” and “mature” to let themselves relax and have fun.

I, of course, suffered no such inhibitions, and decided to try and relax, eat and be merry until the birthday girl was ready for… well, her present. I just hoped it was everything she was hoping it would be…

Those annoying cramps kept getting worse, and a strong pressure was mounting as time went on. I tried my best to ignore it, butit consumed more and more of my focus. Strange feelings kept going through me, like I needed to go prepare for something big happening, but I was too focused on talking and gaming to pay them much mind.

That is, until I finally realized what they were. I had just heaved my massive form up, wincing as whatever was pressing down so hard applied even more pressure, and started to waddle my way toward the bathroom, thinking it was possible I just needed to use it or some-such.

The cramp eased for a moment, but as I reached a quiet, isolated hallway, another came, so strong that I held my life-filled midriff with both hands and squatted down, legs open wide as I threw my head back, emitting a silent scream. It hurt so bad, and the pressure was simply unbearable. I felt like my hips were about to break in half. Until, mercifully, the pressure abated. An almost inaudible pop came from inside me, and I slouched forward, the muscles of my belly relaxing, having done what they needed to do, unbeknownst to me.

I blushed a deep red as I heard a trickle of moisture leaking from between my legs. It soaked my panties, drenching the carpet, leaving a foul-smelling mess. I felt so ashamed, and I had been so tense the whole time, the social interactions with strangers wearing me down quickly, I never stopped to ask myself what it could have been. Never occurred to me that my waters had broken, just assumed I’d had an embarrassing accident.

As I staggered to my feet, I told myself that I had to leave. I felt so awful, I’d ruined my friend’s parent’s house, I couldn’t stand to look them in the eye. As quietly as I could, I wove my way through the partygoers, and exited onto the sidewalk, turning toward where I knew my broken house was. It was stupid of me, to think this would be my wildest fantasy coming true. Good things didn’t happen to me, I’m not that lucky.

I reached the corner of the house, only for another agonizing cramp to grip me tightly. And then, a sensation that made me realize what was truly going on. I felt something big starting to force its way into my birth canal.

Oh god. I was in labor. I was right by the house of the girl I was super attracted to, the baby I’d had raped into me starting to force its way out of my body, and I was frozen with terror and shame. What was I even supposed to do?

I didn’t have long to think. Another contraction came, and the child slipped a bit further down my gender. The need to push was irresistible, and I squatted once more, bearing down, helping my firstborn on its journey out of me because it hurt too much not to. The feeling of the head parting me wider as it slid further down was horrible, my child pressing hard on the most sensitive parts of my delicate sex, a choked cry forcing itself from my throat before I could catch it.

The contraction ended, and as sweat ran down my face, I looked around for somewhere sheltered and safe. I saw there was a shed in Sierra’s back yard, the door partly open even though it seemed empty. I rose from my squat, and began waddling my way toward the secluded area where I could secretly birth my unasked for firstborn.

I got only a few steps before I staggered and caught myself on the wall of my would-be lover’s house. Once more, that terrible mix of pain and pressure surged through me, my belly visibly shrinking as I clutched it tight. I couldn’t hold back a low groan as once more my soon-to-be-born infant opened me wide within my straining tunnel, the raw feeling of birth overwhelming me, the urges impossible to fight.

The contractions were picking up pace and strength, practically overlapping by this point. I braced one hand against the siding of the lovely house I was profaning with my ordeal, amniotic fluid still dripping from between my legs, soaked underwear clinging to my puffy, sensitive lips. With every torturous cramp I had to stop and bear down once more, the pain utterly overwhelming, not even trying to be quiet anymore.

I was onlyhalf way to my destination when the feelings between my legs changed. “Oh god… not, it’s coming too fast, oh got IT HURTS!!!” I cried, as I felt my fertile slit beginning to bulge with the head of my baby. It felt gigantic, there was no way it could fit, it was going to break me in half, I could feel it. Panic began sending lighting through my limbs and collecting in the pit of my stomach as the gravity of my task made itself clear to me.

I had to give birth. There was a child coming out of my body, and I was helpless to do anything but give it exactly what it wanted, and give birth. Wether I wanted to or not.

I wasn’t going to make it. There was no way, but the contractions were coming too fast. I braced both hands on the wall as I pushed, feeling my puffy lips starting to part, my firstborn starting to crown.

Somewhere, in all the pain, I became aware of voices. Or, rather, one voice, the only voice that mattered, the one I was most scared of hearing. “Marsha, what’s going on, are you…” then, a gasp of surprise and alarm. It was Sierra. She’d come to berate me for leaving a puddle on the floor, I was sure.

“You were headed for the shed, right?” came that soft, scared voice. I could only nod as my contraction ended. “Come on, let’s go then… just you and me…” I was shocked as, rather than being disgusted or horrified, my would-be lover threw my arm over her, and let me lean my sweaty, already exhausted weight on her as we stumbled to the quiet backyard.

Somehow we arrived, the door was pulled open, and I was placed gently inside. Sierra crawled in after, and mostly closed the entryway, blocking me from view. “Oh god… you’re in labor, aren’t you… your baby is coming…” I nodded, tears running down my face as humiliation washed over me. There was no way we could be together now, I was going to scream this infant out from between my legs, and this beautiful girl would see it, and she’d be so creeped out and disgusted she’d never want to see me again…

“Oh god your panties are even still on… that’s so hot…” I heard a zipper open. It was the one on Sierra’s jeans. I watched, astonished, as a hand slid beneath her underwear, and she shivered as, I assumed, the slim fingers found her sex.

“Please… Push for me, mommy. Push your baby out into your panties, birth for me Marsha.”

The beautiful teenager’s hand cupped my wet underwear gently. “Oh baby, you’re already bulging, you’re so close… Mnph… you’re s-so sexy…” My wide-eyed amazement didn’t last long, as gentle strokes began to tickle my hyper-sensitive clit through the drenched fabric. I laid back, fingers curling as pleasure mingled with the pain radiating through my entire being.

Then, it was time once more to do what my body demanded of me. I cried out, giving my all into progressing the delivery of my baby. “Let it out Marsha, I know it hurts… You’re becoming a mommy, oh god you’re crowning, I can feel it coming out into my hand, you’re giving birth, oh, mnph, AHHH YEEESSS, PLEEEAAASE!!!”

My gender was burning, feeling like Sierra had set her hand on fire secretly before cupping my groin, as the emerging head forced me to open wide. It caused my swollen lips to drag along the damp cotton, sending pleasure to mingle with the fiery agony of childbirth, melding into something greater than the sum of it’s parts. What really alarmed me was my first love’s reaction to my progress. As my toes curled due to the sensations, her back arched, thighs quivering. After just a moment, she began to spasm, and the sound of liquid gushing out of her slit, soaking her own panties and pants reached my ears.

She’d cum. Oh god, Sierra had touched herself until she squirted to me crowning into my underwear.

The lesebian singer hadn’t stopped, either. “It’s so good… please… please, push hard for me, have your baby right here, like this… Have your b-baby for me…” I was between contractions, panting, trying to regain energy. But I couldn’t deny, what was happening in front of me was by far the most sexy thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to make her feel good however I could.

I tried something bold.

“I’m… um… Sierra, I’m birthing for you… I’m becoming a mommy, right in front of you.” “OH GOD YES!!!” the immedeate reply came. Well, the reply and the girl, making an even larger puddle between her legs. “D-describe it, please, please Marsha, I n-need you to…”

“Oh… uh, ok, I… Ngh, it… the contractions are s-so strong, and it’s… P-pressure and… AHN IT HURTS, I HAVE TO PUSH!!!” It wasn’t hard to pretend to be into it, as all I had to do was stop fighting the need to give birth, let the agony of my ordeal overwhelm me and let everything out. It seemed to have the intended effect, Sierra once more grunting and gushing as another orgasm consumed her.

I meanwhile, had to bear down, the head opening me even wider. I shrieked as my unasked for child continued it’s journey, causing my panties to tent out further, the gentle hand cupping my straining girlhood applying no pressure, only eagerly following my progress, one finger continuing to tease my poor, abused clit.

“It’s coming, my baby is SPLITTING ME OPEN!” I cried, once more putting everything into helping my firstborn emerge from my body. “Yes hon, push, let the baby open your pregnant pussy wide! God… Push it… out.. of… your… PREGNANT CUNT-OH-GOD-BIRTH-FOR-ME-MARSHAAA!!!” Gradually, my emerging offspring came to a full crown, my gender almost drum-tight under the strain, everything between my legs burning as my underwear tried to force it back inside.

“Hah… you’re s-so good… doing so good M-Marsha… you’re so s-sexy… so strong… You’re a real woman, you’re meant to do this, you’ve m-made a whole life and now you’re b-birthing it, so strong, so perfect… just a b-bit further… you can do it mommy, meet your baby, push for m-me!” Sierra’s encouragement was triggering strange emotions within myself. It started to ring true, in some ways. This felt… right. I felt so feminine, legs open wide, baby forcing my vagina apart as it emerged. On the cusp of motherhood.

A strange pleasure began to mount as I could hear my lover once more nearing another of her rapid orgasms. Clearly this whole display was driving her wild, but… it was starting to drive me wild too. “Oh god… Sierra, I… it’s starting to f-feel… It’s feeling… OH GOD IT FEELS GOOD TO GIVE BIRTH!!!” I cried. Pain surged with the contraction, but now it was mingling with all those repressed pleasurable feelings, the sensation of my lover’s hand cupping my sex, guiding my progress.

“I’m gonna cum, I’M GONNA CUM THE BABY OUT!” I found myself crying, overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this baby had been raped into my body, childbirth was only supposed to hurt, that’s what everyone said. ESPECIALLY this one, with a child I’d been forced to carry. But as my thighs quivered and the head surged forward, causing more fluid to gush out, I was overcome. An orgasm surged through me, causing even more fluid to squirt from my laboring sex, forcing the shoulders to start to emerge with the force of it.

My lover and I laid in the shed, her furiously masturbating as my firstborn slipped from my vagina and into my bagging underwear, both of us lost in our climaxes. Nobody found us for some time, as we laid side by side. She comforted me, as I wept in shame and terror, raged about how unfair it was, cried again as I was overwhelmed with love and passion for the one next to me.

All the while, the pair of us took turns holding my newborn. It was a little girl. I couldn’t think of a name, it was too big a task for my current physical and emotional exhaustion. We just called her “Squirt” for the time being, and prayed she’d never grasp what the sexual undertones of the nickname implied about the activities surrounding her delivery. She was adorable, and as soon as I laid eyes on my little darling, any worries about secretly hating or resenting her were gone. My little Squirt looked just like me, and as she suckled her first meal from my swollen breast, my soulmate and I just cuddled quietly, until her parents came looking for us.

Upon seeing the scene, they agreed to quietly send the guests home before calling the hospital. Sierra lied and told them the reason her clothes were so soaked was because she’d been hugging me when my waters broke, and I didn’t bother correcting the angel-voiced teen.

Things after that… well, they were like a lot of the rest of my life. But, it’s odd. Almost like the end of an old chapter, and beginning of a new. I hope, at least. When I came home with a baby, my parents finally got it through their booze-addled skulls that their daughter may have gotten pregnant. In the name of good parenting, they were indignant, and tried to kill the pair of us in a violent fit of drunken rage.

Fortunetly, Sierra’s parents had dropped me off, and decided to quietly hang outside of the house for thirty minutes or so, just to make sure I’d be ok. They called the police as the screaming and objects flying started. They arrived not too long after, and caught my mother and father in a fairly compromising situation, what with my dad armed with a loaded pistol, and my mother swinging a knife at my newborn child and myself.

Apparently, Sierra had been talking about me to her parents for some time. When push really came to shove and talk was being made about separating me and my child to put us both into foster care, I was ready to shrug in spite of my breaking heart, and accept that, well… I’m just not lucky. Never have been. Just another tragic critical failure in the running joke that was my life.

But to my surprise, my lover’s parents stood up and offered to take us in. They said that Sierra would be heartbroken if she couldn’t see me anymore. And after all, Squirt was pretty cute. And their youngest loved playing with the newborn. They could help me learn the ropes of motherhood.

And so, here I sit, finally in a nice, safe room of my own, my baby sleeping in a crib off to the side. Things have been… odd. Not unpleasant, just… strange, in a way. My mental conditions still flare up, and even though I’m away from my old house it takes very little for me to start having a panic attack. And Sierra’s… erm… I mean, my, I guess, parents keep running into my ingrained defensive quirks. They always feel bad when they see me flinch away, or worry they’ve upset me when I quietly sit in a corner because I sense tension. But by and large, things have been ok.

But the best part is my girlfriend and I. Much to my delight, it turns out my sweet-voiced angel didn’t just like me for my swollen pregnant belly. She still gets shivery when I let her call me mommy, and once I pretended to be going into labor for her, which had… interesting results. I thought we’d never get that spot out of the carpet.

Our relationship has remained enjoyable, on many different levels. Still the same talks over hobbies, still the same corny jokes and in-depth discussions. Just now there was a more physical element to our relationship.

Sometimes, I lean over, cup her hand to my belly, and whisper that I’m pregnant. After we finish, my soulmate always softly sighs, and tells me guiltily that she wishes I really was, sometimes.

I can’t wait to give her my graduation present. I’ve been with them for about two years now, and the pair of us graduate this weekend. I know that we’ve been talking about going to collage together, but… well, things have been getting pretty serious. We’ve been discussing maybe getting married sometime soon, and if we did, we were joking about maybe trying to get me knocked up again. I always tell Sierra that I would do anything to make her happy, though I’m not sure she believes me. She’s scared, I think, of making me go through that ordeal again.

He picked her up gently in his arms and carried her off to a room next to his classroom. He took a look back at the scene he was leaving behind but he didn’t have a spare second to think about it. He placed her down onto a small bed. This was a dormitory before the school had stopped boarding students. It was small and dimly lit but warm. As he laid her down she surprised him by catching his lips in a kiss. The sensation that moved through him was indescribable. He pulled away only to start removing his pants. She looked up at him, a little sheepish but full of desire. As she watched him unbuttoning she followed suit and when he looked back at her, he was surprised again to find her perfect breasts exposed. Her nipples hard from contact with the air. He pulled the rest of his clothes off and she marvelled at his hard body. He must have been at least thirty five, maybe forty. But in the absolute prime of his life. He knelt down in front of her as he had before and she spread her legs for him. This time he didn’t bother with a glove, he parted her thighs and licked her sweet pussy, slipping a finger inside her as well. She moaned and rocked her hips, pressing her clit harder against his tongue. His cock throbbed even more feeling how much she was enjoying him. It was torture to spare another second but he decided to be generous. He licked and sucked her little clit until he felt her muscles getting tight, he could hear her breath coming shorter and shorter and then she screamed, finally, from pleasure. She came for him and he licked her lips softly, raising his head. His heart was pounding unbearably.

“May I have your consent?”

“Yes,” she whispered and then gasped sharply as he entered her. He growled low, trying not to spill it all on the first stroke.

She moaned from pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. When he kissed her he could taste the sweet salt of herself on his lips.

He could feel himself getting close already, when she shrieked. He pulled out immediately not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary and out with him came a gush of fluid.

“Your water broke,” he said trying to reassure her, but she continued to wail. This contraction was much worse than the ones that had come before. “Ah, I think you’re getting close now, just breathe and when it’s over I’ll check to see if you’re ready to start pushing.”

“Ooooooooooooh that was so much worse!” She whimpered.

“I know,” he said “it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.”

He slipped his fingers back inside of her and felt that she was still only about seven centimetres dilated.

“Still three more to go.”

“I can’t do this!” Dahlia protested.

“I’m sorry,” Ted said.

“Keep helping me?” She asked.

He was inside of her again before she could finish her question, and now with the thought of her pushing coming ever closer he was struggling to hold off. She started to moan again with another contraction but this time he didn’t stop. She whimpered, “I think I have to push,” and he couldn’t hold back any longer he filled her little slit with cum and then pulled himself out and knelt between her legs.

“Can you try to breathe through this one?”

“No please! I need to push I can feel it coming down. It’s so much pressure!”

“You can do this, just try to breathe with me.”

Dahlia’s pleas were met by more shrieks from the adjacent classroom.

“Let’s try and get you back into the class.” Ted said.

“What! I can’t move.”

“I’ll help you, walking is good for labour, and I need to be back there for my other students.”

As her contraction ended he helped button her back into her uniform and half-carry her back to the classroom and he laid her down on her mat. A couple of girls had given birth already and begun tending to the other girls who were still pushing.

The teacher walked over to the girl who was wailing the loudest and found that she was hardly further along than Dahlia but in that moment he realized that there was a lottery... and this girl had lost. She was struggling to get a 15 pound baby past her cervix and through her birth canal. He knew she was going to need his support as well if she was to push a head of that size out of her pussy.

He hurried back over Dahlia and said “I need you to come with me.”

“What! More moving! I can’t!” She pleaded.

“I need you to, Dahlia, that girl over there is really struggling and I need you to be next to her so I can help you both.” As he said this he pulled Dahlia back to her feet and she was racked by another contraction. She hung her full weight on him and moaned into his chest. He swayed with her and pressed against her lower back until it passed and they waddled over next to the girl and her partner.

“Dahlia, this is Katherine,” he said as he placed a mat next to Katherine for Dahlia to lie on.

“Hi,” she said weakly, but Katherine was gripped with a contraction at that moment and screamed in agony. She sounded like she was being torn apart.

Ted turned to Katherine and said, “Katherine, listen to me. I know this really hurts but I need you to take a deep breath and push down hard. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded weakly, her head lolling to one size before she grunted and pushed hard, instinctively lifting her knees up and spreading her thighs wide apart.

“That’s good, sweetheart, keep going...”

“Aaah! Ted! I need to push!” Cried Dahlia “Oh god I can feel it coming! Uuuuuuuuhhhhh”-before he had a chance to stop her Dahlia lifted her knees to her chest and pushed.

Katherine continued to push and as her pussy began to bulge outward it was clear that the head just inside her lips was enormous.

Ted began to feel aroused again, watching them both struggle. Knowing that soon they would both be crowning.

Dahlia screamed, “oh my god I can feel the head! It’s moving down - uuuuuugh oh god it’s coming!” She tried to slam her knees together to stop the pressure that was building.

Ted held her knees apart and told her firmly to “push, push into the pain. That’s it, push down.” He could see that she too was bulging out and her opening was beginning to stretch into a teardrop shape.

“My clitoris is burning!” She wailed.

“You’re okay, Dahlia, you got this. You’re almost there.”

“I don’t got this! I don’t got -aaaaaaaaaAaAh” as she pushed the teardrop shape began to Stretch into a tight circle. And at that point it seemed she wouldn’t stretch any further without tearing but he head still hadn’t come to a crown.

“Okay, Dahlia I need you to pant for me. Hoo hoo hoo, good, I’m going to try and slip my fingers in to help you stretch. Just keep breathing, let it stretch. Good girl.”

Katherine shrieked again as she felt the ring of fire, the enormous head inside her was starting to crown and all she could do was scream inconsolably. Her partner begged her to pant it out but she couldn’t stop herself from pushing. He held his hands on her perineum to support her as she pushed and with a gush the head was born into his hands.

Ted could see that Dahlia was getting tired but her pussy just wasn’t stretching far enough for the baby to fully crown. He decided to lift her up onto her knees over his lap. From here she could rest her head on his shoulder and gravity might help her push the head out. He kept his hand between her legs and she bore down hard. She screamed into his ear, “Please help me! Please just get it out. I want it out!”

“You’re getting it out,” he replied, “only you can push it out.”

“No please! It’s burning too much, please get it oooooooouuuuu”

She bore down as she screamed and finally crowned fully.

“That’s it Dahlia, one more good push.” And with a gush of fluid the “baby” was delivered into his lap.

He held her there for a moment.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, “you did it, you did wonderfully.”

Dahlia found that once the object that was inside of her was gone all of the pain went with it. Her stomach was restored to flatness and her vagina seemed to be just as it had been before.

“It isn’t real?” She asked.

“What you felt and did was all real but no the fetuses aren’t real. You were never really pregnant and the pill you took to start all of this also allows you to bounce right back.”

She felt his warm hands slide up her thighs and gently peel off her underwear and just as she was about to say thank you she heard a loud moan from across the room.

“aaaaaAaaah....”

Her head turned instinctively toward the source of the sound. One of the other girls was clutching her stomach which had swelled remarkably from only a few minutes ago. Her knees were propped up against her partner’s lap and he was talking to her gently. Coaching her to breathe slowly. It seemed clear that they had been practicing this for a while but no amount of practice could prepare her for the pain because less than a minute later the same girl screamed again and tried to wriggle her legs closed. Dahlia craned her neck trying to hear what her partner was saying to her as he fought to keep her knees open but the sound was drowned by two more girls moaning loudly.

Dahlia flicked her head back to her teacher who was still kneeling over her but who had also been watching the other couples. He read the terror in her face and he said a little sheepishly, “their contractions are starting. The whole room tends to get pretty loud.” He wasn’t kidding, girls began to really scream and whine. She could make out some of them pleading for help from their partners who couldn’t do much for them but remind them to breathe and check their progress.

“I promise, you’re going to be okay,” he said to her, drawing her attention back to him. “May I... check you?”

“Check me....?”

Again he smiled and said “yes, check your progress. To do that I’m going to need to insert my fingers into your vagina and feel for your cervix.” He saw her eyes widen again and she began to protest, “No one’s ever.... I haven’t!”

“You’re a virgin?” He asked, seeming to be earnestly surprised and then a little concerned. His concern spread to her and she asked “will I still be okay?”

“Lay back and try to relax all the way and I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

He snapped on a nitrile glove and slowly pressed his finger into her opening. Her face reddened, she hadn’t expected the sudden rush of warmth that she felt to her face and into her nipples. He frowned a little and withdrew his finger and then sliding two forefingers into her. She took in a sharp breath and tried not to outwardly moan. The pressure was more than she had expected and she was ashamed of how much she was melting for this much older man’s fingers.

He withdrew slowly. “You are... well... tight. This isn’t going to be easy for you. The other girls in the class are on a lottery system for the size of the fetus they get, they can range anywhere from eight pounds to fifteen pounds. No one knows what they will get when they take it so that they don’t work up any unnecessary worry but I chose yours specifically at eight pounds because I wanted your first time to be easy. But nothing would have been easy for you.”

Her stomach clenched with worry... or was it.. “aaaaaAaaaah... it’s... it’s happening.”

“Dahlia, listen to me, it’s okay.”

“What do I do?!”

“Just breathe with me. Hee hooo hooo, deep breaths. That’s it.”

“Oh my god. It’s over. Hoo oh god that hurts.”

“That’s why we practice. This way when our girls become mothers their bodies know exactly what to do.”

“But I don’t know what I’m!...”

Dahlia was cut off by a shriek from the middle of the room. The moans on all sides of her were getting sharper and closer together but this girl was really screaming.

“That’s it!” Her partner said, “you’re getting close!”

Dahlia craned her neck again to see the girls labia bulging out under her kilt. The baby’s head was right inside her opening and she was screaming in agony.

“Do you want to get a closer look?” Ted asked.

Dahlia turned to him gravely and nodded. She wanted to know what she was in for. He helped her to her feet, a new protrusion if her stomach had thrown off her balance and she leaned on him as she waddled over to the wailing girl.

“Please get it out of me!” The girl cried “my pussy is burning, please I need it out!”

“You have to push it out, sweetheart, there’s no other way.” Her partner said, attempting to calm her.

“Uuuuhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” the girl growled as she pushed. Her lips bulged out even further but only a tiny teardrop sliver of the head could be seen between them.

“Oh god it hurts. Please, my pussy hurts so much please help me!”

She pushed again and screamed as she began to crown, the head was large and her lips looked like they couldn’t stretch any further.

When she has to rest the head slipped back in just further then it was before. She moaned pitifully and was joined by Dahlia who clutched her own abdomen. “Oooooooohoooooo Ted, oooooh god.”

“Let’s get you back to our area,” he said lifting her gently. She leaned on him through the contraction. Standing in the middle of the room she could see nine other couples in the same state as the girl she was walking away from. She could look up each identical skirt and see another sliver of a crowning head. Another face, screwed up and red from pushing.

“I can’t do it!” Dahlia shouted, “I can’t do this! Please you have to make it stop.”

Ted turned her to him, looked into his eyes and said, “there’s no way to get through this now except to push.”

He lowered her down onto her mat and leaned over her for a moment looking down at her face. He hadn’t meant to terrify her. He wanted to calm her. But in a darker part of himself he wanted to touch her, kiss her. She was so sweet and so freshly beautiful.

“Perhaps I could help you in.... another way.” He said.

“Please, anything!”

“Well sometimes in labour it can help to.... stimulate you. Your nipples.... your clitoris. It can help with the pain.”

Realizing what he was saying her eyes widened and she thought of his fingers that had just been inside her. “Yes.....” she said “please help me.”

Those words made his cock twitch in a way that he knew was wrong but that was all he needed to hear. He slipped on a glove and applied lube to his fingertips. He leaned over her while he began rubbing gentle circles around her clit. She gasped again sharply. She had done this to herself but never had a pair of strong capable and decidedly other hands touched her this way. She tried to stifle a moan but he leaned down into her ear “It’s okay,” he growled, “you can be as loud as you need.”

But just in that moment another contraction racked her. “Aaah,” she whimpered, “hoooooo.”

“That’s it,” he said, not allowing his fingers to stop their circles. “Keep breathing. You can do this.”

What he couldn’t do was bear the pressure that was building behind the zipper of his pants. Even with a glove he could feel how slick and juicy her little pussy was getting under his fingers. He couldn’t wait to see her stretched wide but for now he couldn’t stop thinking about how tight her little pussy would feel around his far too hard cock.

When her contraction ended she moaned in relief and he looked down at her hoping she couldn’t feel how hard he had become and he couldn’t keep himself together.

“It might help if we... stretched you a little.”

“Stretched?”

“Yes... well.. since you’ve never had anything bigger than my fingers inside of you it will be difficult for the head to pass through but maybe we can alleviate some of that by stretching you ahead of time. If done right it might be pleasurable enough to help with the contractions.”

“How will you stretch me?” She asked.

“Well.... aah... it might help if you weren’t... a virgin anymore? I could...”

Realizing what this man was saying to her Dahlia knew she should feel uncomfortable... afraid... at least confused? But she felt.... warm, so warm. The circles he had drawn around her clit had left her wet and desperate but hadn’t satisfied her at all.

“Yes.” She said.

“What? You mean... you would...”

“Yes. Please.”

Dahlia’s parents moved to an admittedly strange new town. It was a closed community and, both being anthropologists, they had both come to do research on the local population and their traditions. Most people never get to see the day to day functioning of a closed community like this one, nor do they get to participate in some of their relatively strange customs.

She had just turned eighteen and was about to go into twelfth grade after her parents’ travels had her held back a year and they decided to enroll her in the only high school in the community. The name of it seemed strange to them of course, The Birth Academy. But they took it to mean something to do with reinvention or preparing functioning adults to be birthed out into the world.

The school had a uniform which Dahlia donned for her first day. In her long mirror, she admired the way the short tartan kilt showed just enough of her thighs to make going to a co-Ed school exciting.

Her parents dropped her off at the gate and she was met by the vice principal on the step. “We don’t get new enrolment often.” He said, smiling in a way that made her a little uncomfortable. She could feel his eyes on her, appraising her like livestock. Whatever he was looking for he seemed satisfied to find.

He guided her to her home room class where a room full of identically dressed pupils was gathered in a circle on the floor.

“Must be one of those new-agey prep schools,” She thought. The vice principal nodded and smiled to a tall dark haired man leaning against a large desk near the front of the room. “He must be our home room teacher,” she thought.

As the teacher turned to her she saw his eyes widen for a moment and then a visible peak of excitement move through him.

“We have a new student today, class. Meet Dahlia.” She waved a little meekly to her new classmates who were eerily quiet.

“Now clearly Dahlia won’t know what we do here but she’s going to have to take a crash course. Everyone here has already been assigned a partner so Dahlia... you’ll have to be with me today.”

“Partners...?” She thought. As she glanced around the room the dark-uniformed students were all arranged in perfect pairs.

“Now let’s show her what it is we learn here,” the teacher said with a grin that he pointed straight at Dahlia as he began to approach her. From his pocket he withdrew a bottle that rattled with the familiar sound of pills.

Though something in his demeanour unsettled her it was impossible to deny that this teacher was uncommonly handsome. Tall and lean with thick chestnut hair and exceptionally moulded features and as he came nearer she found that his scent was intoxicating.

The remaining girls in the class lined up in front of him and he passed them each a pill. And then he extended his hand to offer one to Dahlia. The girls all took their pills and made their way pack to their partners waiting for them on mats that made a circle around the room. The girls laid with their legs facing into the ring and waited, their partners seated in front of their legs.

The teacher brought Dahlia a glass of water with which to take the pill that she was still holding. Entirely unsure of what it was and reluctant to take any medication that was offered by anyone other than a trusted medical professional.

“I’m Doctor Theodore Knotworth,” he said, “but for our purposes you can call me Ted.”

“Our purposes....?”

“The medication your holding is an essential part of what we do here. I can’t teach you unless you take it. I promise you it’s totally harmless.”

“But what .... is it?”

Ted paused for a beat and said “well... it’s a birthing pill. I invented the technology. It’s how we teach the girls in our academy how to fulfil their role in our community and... give birth.”

He surveyed her face for a moment and found that she was expressionless from fear and confusion. In an attempt to comfort her he said “Without any of the additional complications of course, you won’t really be pregnant. There will only be a simulated fetus, and I think you will be... more than capable.”

Her eyes were wide and the only synapses in her brain that could still fire reminded her of the appraising looks she’d received from both men upon her arrival. They were satisfied that she looked ready to give birth?? How could any of this be real?? How could it happen in an institution of learning?

But his presence was commanding, and endearing and as he pushed the glass into her hand she found herself swallowing the pill that he promised would... make her??? Pregnant?

“That’s a good girl, don’t be afraid, I’ll be right here to help you,” he said, almost at a growl as he lowered himself to his knees, she dropped to the mat in front of him. “Lie back,” he said, “and spread your knees for me.”

Dahlia lifted up onto her elbows, up to this moment she hadn’t gathered that this man would be delivering her baby, that she’d be giving birth... immediately? She looked around the room and saw all of the other partners arranged in just the way he had asked.

She fell back down to the mat looking up at him, worry knitting her perfect brow. “I promise, you’ll be fine, and I’m only here to help you. Let me know when you start feeling any discomfort and I’ll check you.” He stayed knelt down between her thighs with her kilt spread such that only he could see what was underneath. He put two warm hands on her thighs, lightly massaging them when he looked between them and smiled. “You won’t be needing those,” he said.

“Needing what?” Dahlia asked.

“Those,” he said, nodding his head between her legs. “Your uh.... panties,” he said with a bit of a grin. Girls here know they’re not part of the uniform.