Birthing in Short Skirts

Changing her phone number was useless. She still got strange phone calls from different numbers that changed daily. Moving to the middle of the woods, miles away from prying eyes also didn't help, though she lived with the false security that nobody could see her.

Your new house is quite lovely, my dove. It's much quieter out here. Though, your boyfriend doesn't seem happy about it.

They had been fighting. Being relentlessly stalked for your entire pregnancy (and a good chunk of your relationship) could do that to a couple. The only thing that could be worse for a woman just a week away from her due date would be her boyfriend leaving a note on the bedside table and disappearing one morning.

I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.

She (and her neighbor) would never consider that his body was being devoured by her neighbor's pigs on a farm several miles away. The clothes had already been burned and any remaining pieces had been carefully retrieved afterwards. It was remarkably easy to sell someone's identity online if you knew the right people, and Jay certainly did.

The missing person investigation couldn't start if the paper trail insisted there was no missing person.

Jay had been sneaking into her house for weeks, but it was much easier now that her boyfriend was out of the picture. Placing a signal jammer in her home was part one of the plan. Jamming a hole into two of her tires was part two. Now all he had to do was wait. He didn't want to alarm Autumn, so he didn't activate the signal jammer just yet.

No, he waited. He watched from afar, admiring her through the various cameras he had placed in the trees that surrounded her house.

Two days.

She was pacing the house. She had been that way for a few hours now, fidgety, anxious, unable to sit still. Autumn was restless and her cheeks were flushed as she leaned, resting her forearms on the island in her kitchen lowering her head. This caused her ass to push out towards the sliding glass doors, giving the camera a direct view as her water broke. Fluid stained her skirt, darkening the soft blue fabric in a large circle, causing Autumn to jolt.

Before she could reach for her phone, before she could even react, Jay turned on the signal jammer. It was time.

It meant he didn't get to watch her through the cameras. He wouldn't get to see her panic, the way she fumbled with her phone, or how she might fight with her router, or how she tried to figure out how to call for help.

As he drove closer to her property, he imagined her face, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes wide with fear and pain. She would be vulnerable. She would finally be his.

He parked in some heavy brush to hide his car, watching as she slowly tried to stumble to her car. Her movements were clumsy and heavy with discomfort as she tried to unlock the door. Her moans were soft and breathy, barely audible from where Jay was parked. Her hair was pulled up away from her face, little curls hanging free and untamed during her rush.

The car started, reversed, and started out of the driveway. Jay watched as she gasped and gripped the wheel, clearly sure she had time to make it to a hospital. He stayed a distance behind. He knew the route. He had plenty of time. She didn't.

The wheels gave out about twenty minutes in. Autumn pulled to the side of the road and got out, clearly distraught. She was clutching her heavy pregnant belly as she stumbled to the tires, trying to figure out what to do.

Jay hung behind and watched her desperately try to fix the issue for a while before he saw her pull out her phone.

Oh, no, that wouldn't work. He pulled up to her and got out of his car.

"Oh, miss, are you alright?" He bit back a smile.

"No, no, I'm not," she gasped, leaning against her car, "I'm---I'm in labor, and my car--it's just---" She gestured uselessly at the car. "I need to call someone, I think," she winced, gritting her teeth as she tried to find her words. She was ethereal up close.

"Sure, we can call a tow truck for the car, and an ambulance for you," he tried to sound helpful, but he knew damn well neither of these things would help. The closest tow truck or even roadside assistance usually took at least 2 to 3 hours in these part of town, and the ambulance? Well, he'd work around that.

"Please, my phone has been acting so weird..." She took in a sharp breath and pressed her hands into little fists, her nails leaving little half-moon shapes in her palms when she relaxed.

"Sure, Miss." He nodded, going to grab his phone, "Why don't you take a seat in my car, for now?"

She was too trusting for a girl who had been relentlessly stalked. Maybe she was just desperate.

Jay was not entirely a liar. He did call for a tow for her car. It would come...in 4 hours.

"Oh, unfortunately it seems the battery on my phone has died."

Autumn made a scared, desperate noise, her face going pale, "No, no--"

"I can take you where you were going, miss."

"Would you?" She moaned as the pain took her again. She was writhing in his passenger seat, her body perfect even in its worst pain. She trusted him too much.

"Of course."

She was in his car. She smelled like peaches and cream and when she moaned it sounded like what honey tasted like. Something about the way she writhed and hissed made Jay ache so much it made his teeth hurt. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his focus intense.

Autumn, mistaking his focus for anxiety, took a steadying breath between contractions, "It's okay," she gasped, "I won't give birth in your car."

Jay bit back a moan at the thought, "No worries, miss, I will get you to a proper doctor. Even if not, I am versed in baby rearing."

"You've done this before?" Her voice peaked as the pain started again.

He thought of the videos he'd watched, the articles he'd read, the prep he had done for all of this, then nodded curtly. "I have." He had gone through the scenario enough times in this head it counted as knowing it better than he knew himself.

"Ow! Ah, oh my god," she threw her head back and gripped the seat. "Fuck, it hurts," she hissed, trying to pull away from the pain. "It's--dropping---" her voice dropped too, a low moan of agony.

She was ready. Jay knew that if he took the shortcut he knew, she would make it to the hospital, where doctors and nurses would delivery her baby. But if he took the main route...

"Oh my god, it's---so low, I think---" Autumn was fidgeting in her seat, trying to pull the seatbelt off. Jay glanced at her, watching how she widened her legs as much as she could.

"Please, tell me we're close," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

The road was empty, as it usually was this time of day. Jay took a wrong turn that took them into the woods. This road would lead out into town, but it would add an extra thirty minutes to get to town and an extra hour before they made it to a hospital.

"Just hold on," he murmured, only partially focusing. He drove carefully. He had precious cargo on board, after all. The next twenty minutes was Autumn sobbing beside him, imploring him to take him to the hospital, to drive faster, to get her to the doctor...

She was pressing her legs tightly closed now, digging her nails hard into her thighs and bunching up her pretty blue skirt. Autumn was a wreck, her body trembling, her belly round and low, her face bright red. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned her head back, her neck exposed as she did so. She was so vulnerable. Jay fought the urge to lean and kiss the fair skin there.

"Oh--oh my god!" Autumn choked. The urge to push wasn't new. The need to bear down wasn't novel or something she hadn't grown to know. The intensity was something she hadn't known before. She didn't know her body could do it for her.

"Jay!" He had told her his name at some point. After all, you should know each other's names when driving someone to give birth. "Please, it's coming!"

Perfect. Jay didn't hesitate to cut the engine and pull to the side of the road. They were in the dead of the forest, nothing to accompany them but woodland animals and dirt. He jumped out of his truck and whipped around to pull Autumn's door open.

She was ethereal, a whimpering mess in his passenger seat trying to keep her legs shut. She was an angel, a perfect creature meant for him and only him. This would be his baby now. They would both be his.

"Alright, Autumn," he bit back the urge to call her, 'my dove,' as he knelt before her, gently coaxing her legs open. "It's time, we're going to do this here."

"I can't! Please, I want to go to a hospital! It isn't supposed to be like this!" She choked through her sobs, "I had a boyfriend, and we had a birth plan, and---" A contraction interrupted her. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that went heavy and deep as she finally gave in and bore down.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," she breathed heavily afterwards, her eyes wide. Jay had never seen anything more perfect.

"Good girl, just like that," he couldn't believe he was here. All his work had led him here. Of course he was here. He had earned this. She would love him. He just had to show her.

"Where is your boyfriend?" He had to fight to keep the mocking tone out of his voice.

"He---he left, and I don't know wh-ahh!" She bore down again, harder this time. Jay reached and let her squeeze his hand. She held firm. It hurt, but not as much as the time it took to get her here. Not as much as knowing this baby wasn't biologically his.

"He doesn't deserve someone like you if he is going to leave you here, like this," Jay scolded. He had grown good at hiding his smiles. "Now, we need to take your underwear off for this."

"Please don't look," Autumn breathed.

"Miss, you're having a baby on the side of the road, there is no shame here," Jay scolded. Her panties were pink and stained from her water breaking earlier. When he removed them, he found that she wasn't crowning just yet, but probably would be soon.

"You're doing well, Autumn," he cooed. He was swift about tucking away her underwear in his pocket. She wouldn't miss them.

"I don't want to, I wanna go home--" She cried.

"Easy, just breathe," he purred, his hand resting on her thigh. She shook her head, her breath hitching as she tried to listen to his command.

"I--can't---it---hurts!"

"Yes, I know, I know," he soothed uselessly, the empathy lacking. She didn't seem to notice, because she was pushing again. The head was slowly starting to bulge and ---oh, her pussy was as perfect as she was. In all his time watching her, Jay hadn't been able to see her pussy up close. Fuck, he wanted to touch it, to play with it, to lick and---

Focus. Autumn was keening and screaming his name like he could save her from this searing agony. He pressed his hand to the bulge of her sex, "Breathe," he commanded as the contraction ended.

"I can't do this, I can't, it burns, it hurts--"

"It's happening, you're going to do it, there's no going back, Autumn---"

The next contraction was swift and ruthless. Autumn screamed and bore down. Jay pulled his hand back and watched as slowly, ever so slowly, the head started to stretch her open. It was an agonizing pace, one that had Autumn pleading with him to pull it out for the next twenty minutes.

Sure, he could have helped, but the process of watching this huge head slowly, meticulously stretch her tight pussy open without tearing was mesmorizing. When it came to a full crown, she shrieked, terror echoing through the forest.

"I don't want to, please, please, I don't want to give birth," she begged.

"You're going to give birth, now push, Autumn," Jay squeezed her thigh, hard, harder than he'd meant to. Autumn whimpered in fear and screamed as she pushed again. The head emerged, proof of the child that haunted Jay, the child that was the only proof of Autumn and her bastard boyfriend.

"Oh god, is it--"

"It's there, Autumn. Now give me another push." The shoulders were another debacle. Autumn's screams echoed through the forest for another twenty minutes until the shoulders finally started to give way.

"Fuck, I'm going to---I can't---" Autumn was exhausted, breathless and scared. "Please, pull it out, I can't do it."

"Push. One more push, Autumn."

"No, please."

"Now, you can do this." He was softer this time, looking in her eyes. Autumn nodded and gave him a push that was harder than any of the others, her teeth grinding hard as she pressed her chin against her chest and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

It was, indeed, a healthy baby girl. Autumn named her June, after the month she was born in. She would, in an attempt to thank the man who 'saved her' that night, ask Jay to go to dinner. Funnily enough, it was the end of her stalking problem.

Noemi decided that the best way to handle this issue was head-on. If he was disgusted by her body, she could lose the weight, somehow. If he enjoyed it, she could enjoy her boyfriend's praise. That was surely why her anxiety was up, and why there was a tension in her lower back, right?

She worked hard to set it all up. There were scattered rose petals, candles, and a note on the door telling Mark to come inside. It had taken hours to prepare an array of desserts (including chocolate covered strawberries,) all the while her stomach and back cramped. She desperately hoped that she wouldn't get her period tonight. It had been so damn irregular these days...

Noemi had seen that other couples did things like tie themselves up. While she had never done anything so adventerous, she knew Mark would likely enjoy it. She thought about this as she fought her way into some lingerie, a lacy ensemble that complimented her skin tone, vaguely held her swollen tits, and...unfortunately presented her swollen belly.

She really needed to see a doctor, right? This weight gain couldn't be normal or healthy. Growing up in a cult had not done great things for her sexual or health education. It was a wonder she functioned like an average person at all after her escape.

Noemi shook the thought off as she positioned herself in the bed. Her stomach cramped and she winced. "Stop," she whined as she placed one wrist into a handcuff and locked it. The other was hard to lock in with one hand, but she managed it. The key for the handcuffs was on the side table next to her, meant to be used by Mark.

She stared at the clock on her wall.

5:30 P.M.

Mark was due to be there at 5:45 P.M. Noemi could wait.

5:35 P.M. An increasingly painful cramp hit her, causing Noemi to cry out and squirm, "Stop, stop, I'm supposed to have a romantic time, don't ruin this, period."

Her periods weren't usually this painful, but she couldn't come up with a better answer.

5:40 P.M.: More pain, Noemi squealed and squirmed, writhing on the bed. "At least it's regular, oh my god---"

5:45 P.M. A cramp that left her breathless and pulling on the restraints. Surely Mark would be here any minute.

5:55 P.M. The pain started to ramp up, with Noemi whining and gasping for air between each twinge and cramp. Mark was late, and she was starting to feel like something was wrong.

6:10 P.M. The pains were coming every three minutes now instead of every five. Noemi whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. Where was he?! She glanced over to her side table, where her phone pulled up a preview of a text.

FROM: Mark <3

hey baby, sorry, I'm gonna be an hour or two late, my flight got delayed. be there ASAP, I love you

Shit. She was going to be stuck there unless she slipped out of those handcuffs somehow. Noemi gritted her teeth through another cramp and shook her head.

"No, no, please, please," she took in a sharp breath, "Something is wrong, I can't be stuck here..."

Three minutes later, there was fluid leaking between her legs. The cramping continued.

"Oh my god---" She tried to see over her belly, but she couldn't. "Did I just...?!" She glanced across from her at the large mirror she had set across from the bed. Clear fluid soaked her legs, panties, and the sheets.

"Damnit, my sheets, my good sheets---" She moaned, pain spreading through both her back and abdomen. It was ramping up, something urgent and strange. There was a heaviness building in her hips. A strange presence there was pressing against her cervix, demanding exit.

Noemi shook her head, unfamiliar with her own anatomy. "Oh fuck, oh my god, what is that?!" She choked, trying to wriggle her hips around in some pathetic attempt to stop the process.

Each pain felt like it was bringing her closer to something horrifying and agonizing. Her bodily instincts were strong but her mind was filled with terror. Noemi's face was wet with tears as she let out a scream. Maybe the neighbors would hear and call the cops, maybe---

They were out of town for the weekend. Noemi choked on her own sobs.

Something was low in her pelvis. It was big and insistent, something pressing down, down, down...

Noemi bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Whatever this was, it was nothing but pain and a pressure she had never known before. Her body instinctively wanted her to spread her legs, but fear made her press them shut.

6:45 P.M. Something was forcing its way out. Noemi let out a loud wail, sweat mussing her hair as she pulled hard on the restraints. Something was slowly, agonizingly pushing its way past her cervix. She wouldn't know the word for it, but it was happening.

All Noemi knew was pain and terror, much like many of her ancestors before her. At least they weren't handcuffed to a bed, screaming for help that woudn't come.

She sobbed between the pain that now came every two minutes, her legs shaking as she spread them. She would relent to the feeling, give in to the desire to push down, to press against...something.

"I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die here, oh my god..."

She pushed, and she was rewarded with more pressure, more pain---and the feeling of fullness in her pussy. "No, no, no! Oh my god, what is that---"

She couldn't think logically. Nobody had ever taught her about childbirth. Why would they? The cult didn't care to, and Mark had assumed she knew.

"Make it stop, make it stop---" Another push. An urge fulfilled, a scream piercing the quiet night. She had no direction, no support, nobody to check and see how far she had progressed.

She sobbed into the unforgiving night and pushed. Her body screamed for her to keep going while she screamed for it to be over. She was sure she was going to die. Surely there was no way she deserved this type of agony.

8:00 P.M. Something was bulging out of her.

Noemi wailed in terror, sure this was the end.

"Mark! Mark help me, please!" He was not here. There was nobody here but her, the pain, and the urges.

The large bulge pressed against her pussy lips. It burned, a fire Noemi had never known. She shrieked and pulled so hard at the restraints her wrists were raw.

"Please, stop, stop! I don't want to, I don't--" She didn't want any of this, but her body demanded she push. So she pushed, like the good girl she was. She pushed, like all her ancestors before her had. She pushed until she felt something emerge. Noemi opened her tear-stained eyes and looked at the mirror again.

Was that...a head? Was that a fucking head coming out of her?!

Was she giving birth?!

She was consumed by another pain as she heard the door open. Noemi sobbed as she bore down, feeling the baby start to twist and slowly emerge from her.

"Baby, I'm so sorry I'm late--"

The baby slid onto the bed and started to scream as Mark entered. Noemi looked up, her face bright red and streaked with tears and sweat.

"Mark!" She gasped.

"Noemi!" Mark rushed to her side, quickly finding the release on the handcuffs. "Noemi, what--what happened, I---"

Noemi whined, her hands shaking as she picked up the crying baby (a boy.) "I--I don't know, I didn't---"

Mark stared at her in awe, his eyes wide with admiration, confusion and...something else. Noemi cried, holding the baby to her chest.

"Is this how people have babies?!" She cried out.

Mark smiled gently, "Yes, my love. I--didn't know you were..."

"Neither did I," Noemi admitted. "Are you mad?"

Mark shook his head, "No, I'm not. Are you okay?"

Noemi made a noise, clutching her stomach as another pain gripped her, "No, it still hurts."

Mark gently spread her legs to examine her, "That's probably the...oh." His expression shifted, "There's another one."

"What?! No, I can't do it again--"

"Hey, hey, you'll be fine, you're with me," Mark carefully set up some blankets to set the first baby aside on.

"Now, I want you to breathe. Do you want to sit up?"

"It---this hurts, please..." Noemi whimpered. Mark carefully shifted her so she was on her knees.

"Gravity will help. Now, the next time you get a contraction..."

"A what?"

"Next time you feel the pain, bear down." Mark settled in, kneeling in front of Noemi so she could rest her body weight on him. She sobbed as she pushed, then stopped and shook her head.

"It feels wrong, it's wrong---"

"Push, Noemi, just do as I say," his voice was firm and authorative. Fear was like ice in Noemi's blood, but she listened. Each push was three times harder than the first baby had been. It all felt wrong. She screamed into Mark's shoulder, biting down as the pain intensified.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, I don't wanna do this, I can't give birth, please, Mark, I want to go to a doctor..." She sobbed, her voice muffled in his shirt.

Mark had his hand between her legs, gingerly pressing his fingers inside her.

"Listen to me, Noemi, you have to push. Just do as I say."

Noemi choked as a contraction railed through her. The weight--the baby between her legs felt strange and massive. When she pushed again, she let out a horrified scream.

"Ow! Oh my god, ow!"

"Push harder," Mark muttered, his voice filled with focus and concern.

"What's wrong with it?!"

"Just push!" She pushed again. A new pain. A new nightmare for her to dwell over. Noemi grunted as she bore down and dug her nails into Mark's arm as she clung onto it.

"It's---heavy, it---hurts---"

Mark shifted slightly, just enough for Noemi to see that the baby was coming out backwards. Fear ran through her and she recoiled. Mark grabbed her, steadying her.

"Noemi, just do as I say. Bear down, now. Don't stop until I say stop."

8:45 P.M.

Noemi whined and dropped her head. The pain was unlike anything she'd ever known. She felt the urge, constant, ripping through her like the body that stretched her wide open. She took in a sharp breath of air as she felt the shoulders clear.

"Fuck!"

"Keep going! Push! Push hard!" Mark instructed. She wanted rest. She wanted to stop, she---her body wanted this out. When the head slowly emerged from her, she heard a second baby cry. Noemi collapsed back onto the bed as Mark examined the second baby, a girl.

"I'm so sorry," Noemi cried, now cleaned up and holding their two children.

Mark admired her, leaning to kiss her forehead.

"Oh my god, it's right there," I whined. We were on the same bed he'd bred me on. I was nestled in his lap, the huge head of the baby pressing tightly against my panties. My skirt was short, my clothes serving more as decoration than actual function.

"Fuck," his voice had the same gravel it'd carried when he'd fucked this baby into me. Despite the agony, I smiled to myself.

"It hurts, please, please," I moaned long and loud, grinding my ass up against his lap as I tried to find a comfortable spot. There was no comfort as the head continued to crown.

His cock was hard in his pants. I could hear his mouth going dry as he whispered, "You have to push."

"Not--not like this," I whimpered, "Help me--lay down---"

He was so careful with me, flipping me so I could lay on my back. I stared up at him, my face bright red from the exertion and pain and his flushed with arousal. I hid my smile behind the pain of another contraction.

"It's coming out, it's so big," I choked. The excitement of what I'd awoken in him was trumped by the pain.

His hands were shaking as he helped spread my legs.

His cock was still hard and pressing against his pants after I'd given birth. He watched me with a look I recognized as both shy and predatory.

"I thought it didn't do anything for you when your ex gave birth?" I smirked.

"I---it was different. This is my child and...you were perfect," he was breathless.

I quirked a brow and adjusted my position on the bed, reaching to press my hands against my now empty womb.

"Put another baby there? Please?"

All her energy went towards getting out of that top, taking off her fake lashes, and ripping off her bra. Ella would handle the shorts she'd spent a solid 15 minutes wiggling into in the morning. She decided sleep was much more important.

Grumbling to herself, she flopped onto her bed, turning on her TV and flipping on her Youtube. She turned on one of those ASMR videos, something with nature sounds and ambiance. Good enough. She was asleep in a matter of minutes.

It definitely wasn't morning when she woke. It was absolutely not nature noises she heard when she woke, either.

"...the miracle of birth will begin, you will feel-"

Ella scrunched up her nose and grabbed her remote to check the video.

MANIFEST TWIN PREGNANCY RAPID RESULTS! REAL! NOT ROLEPLAY! ACTUAL RESULTS!

She stared, annoyed, then turned it off. Her autoplay results really were going to be fucked up for a few days. Seriously, Youtube, what the fuck? She groaned, then rolled over to go back to sleep.

HOUR 3

Ella woke up again a few hours later, stretching and making a face as she peered down at herself. Damn, she needed to lay off the bar food, it was making her bloated. The amusement didn't last, though, because she was running to the bathroom to puke her brains out.

Fantastic, a hangover. Ella was famously pretty resilient when it came to hangovers, and now she was sick as a dog. When she stood to wash out her mouth, she examined herself properly in the mirror.

Last night's makeup, messy hair from last night's updo, her tank-top...still wearing those shorts. She examined the slight swell of her stomach in the outfit.

"I'll probably puke this away with this hangover..." She muttered, then shuffled back to bed. A nap would fix this, right?

HOUR 5

Awake for real. Ella had to join the world of the living. When she woke, the nausea had passed and...her stomach had swollen again. Fucking hell. She stared at herself, wondering if it was some fucked up optical illusion.

It had to be.

Maybe it was these goddamn shorts.

Speaking of...

She grabbed on the shorts, trying to pull them off. The fight for the next twenty minutes told her that she should have taken them off the night before. Shit.

She'd call her friend to come over and help her get them off.

...If she knew where her phone was.

Trying to find her phone meant crawling around her apartment for the next hour, which was getting increasingly hard with her...was her belly getting larger again?

HOUR 6

She was digging through a pile of laundry when she felt movement in her abdomen.

No.

No, absolutely not.

That wasn't real. Ella felt at her stomach, staring at the (terrifyingly) swollen bump. She still hadn't found her phone. Where the fuck was it?! What the fuck was going on with her?!

Another movement.

No. Not real.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head.

HOUR 7

Her belly had become something that definitely looked like a (very) pregnant woman's belly. It looked far too pregnant, in fact. Like, so pregnant that Ella was afraid that if this was real (it could not be) she was in danger of giving birth any goddamn moment.

It couldn't be real.

ASMR videos didn't get people pregnant. She hadn't had sex in months. Okay, it had been a year. A hell of a dry spell. She'd been counting.

That's why it couldn't be real. That's why the kicking couldn't be real. That's why when she went to go out to her car, and her front door wouldn't open, Ella burst into tears.

She'd been meaning to get that lock fixed for months. It was an old house. The lock to the front door had a bad habit of getting stuck and would require either a locksmith or someone with a crowbar to open.

Annnd Ella had left the crowbar in the trunk of her car.

She sunk down against the door, sobbing into her hands. This wasn't a horror movie, she wasn't dying. She just had to find her phone. It was going to be fine. Maybe she was just having a nightmare. A really weird nightmare. ASMR videos didn't get people fucking pregnant...

HOUR 8

hopefulmama2020: IT WORKED!! thank you!! anonymous2298882: holy shit i should have read the disclaimers about how fast it works but thanks familyof4: I don't know if it's witchcraft or god's work but you're amazing, thank you. And no ads, which is proof you're doing this for all the right reasons.

She was digging desperately through the comment section of the video she'd woken up to the night before (while keeping it paused and muted. Ella absolutely didn't want anything...weird to happen again.) She was sure these all had to be bots or people paid to comment positively, until...

anonymous3388088: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??? humanperson22: you can't just PUT THIS IN THE AUTOPLAY FEATURE YT SOMEONE IS GONNA GET HURT singlemama32: you need to put BETTER WARNINGS IN PLACE! I was ON A DATE!

There was something sobering and horrifying about seeing people complain about this like it was a consumer product and not some terrifying curse (if it was even real.) The nudging against her womb insisted she pay attention. Ella sobbed into her hands. What were her options? Her phone was still MIA. She was locked in her home.

Her laptop. She'd message her friends, tell them to come over....

She struggled to get up against the weight of her stomach, going to get her laptop...

Dead. Fuck.

Plugged it in, waited for it to boot up...

Every minute was torture. She messaged her friends frantically, waiting for any of them to answer, waiting for someone to get online. Everyone was clearly still recovering from last night, because nobody was online.

Could she even reach emergency services on her laptop?!

A twinge of pain distracted her from this train of thought.

HOUR 9

Labor of a child she hadn't been pregnant with the night before was a terror Ella didn't know she was capable of. Her body hadn't been prepared for this.

"Please, no," she gasped, grabbing at the doorway between her kitchen and living room. Pain radiated low in her abdomen, spreading through her and making her legs shake under her. She stumbled with each step, hands shaking as she pressed her palms to the wall in an attempt to steady herself.

"I've gotta..." More pain. She cried out, a sharp noise as she pulled at her shorts again. They felt even tighter against her skin, surely on the breaking point with the swell of her belly and the increased curve of her ass. She whined as she tried to move towards her bedroom.

Each step felt like fire. She whimpered, moving so slowly it felt like eternity. "This can't be real, it can't be real, it can't---"

A release of pressure. Relief, and then fluid pooling between her legs. Her shorts were damp now, more discomfort as she whined and leaned against the wall again.

"No, no, stop, stop, I can't do that, not like this," there was no way her water had just broken. This whole thing had just started. She had just...she was not pregnant to begin with!

Ella took another hard, sharp breath and stumbled a few feet closer to her bedroom. A contraction, as she knew it, came. It was harder and longer than the others, more urgent. She howled in pain, brought to her knees by the sensation.

"Please, please, get off..." Her breaths came in huffs and gasps while she tried to fight with the tight leather again. Another contraction. Ella squealed and shook her head.

"I can't, not like that, please, wait..."

Her body wouldn't listen. It was slowly opening her, a large, heavy pressure insistently rocking against her cervix. Horrified, she resisted the strange, unfamiliar urge that came with the feeling.

"No..." She sobbed.

It wasn't fair. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. Ella had been safe, she had been good, all she did was come home, all she did was go to sleep, and now...

Now she had to push.

"No!" She shrieked. She crawled towards her bed, desperate to at least give birth on her bed like...like what, a proper mother? What did that even mean?

It didn't matter. Her body didn't care. It pushed for her. She screamed and dug her nails into the carpet. The pain passed. Ella breathed between the contractions and stared at the floor as tears dripped down her face.

"I've got to get...these off..." She whimpered. She started grabbing the waistband of the shorts. She started pulling on them. Another contraction.

"Fuck! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"

Her body pushed, even if she tried not to. Ella whined and writhed on all fours, a desperate, cornered animal without a choice. She sobbed for help, for it to stop, for anything. Nobody answered.

This cycle continued for what felt like forever, but not long enough for Ella to even begin to acclimate. To her horror, she felt something spreading her pussy open.

"No, no, I can't---" She reached to touch it. It was pressing against the tight leather of her shorts. "Please, please, there's no---"

A scream. It was loud, desperate, and instinctive this time. She pushed this time, giving in to the pain and demands of her body. The head of the baby she hadn't even been fucked to create began spreading her open.

"It hurts, it hurts, please, please," she pleaded. Her legs shook. Her hands gripped the carpet so hard she feared her nails would tear.

Another push. Another wail of absolute, unfettered agony. Ella finally gathered the nerve to do something she'd been avoiding since this labor had started: she turned to look in the mirror.

There was a long, full length mirror in her room that sat across from her bed. As she looked over her shoulder, she could see herself. On all fours, her hair a mess, her skin flushed, she was a trembling disaster. Her shorts were barely a few inches down her hip and...oh god.

There was the distinct shape of a baby's head crowning into her shorts. Ella howled in terror as the next contraction tore through her, bearing down so hard she feared she would break. She didn't. She pushed again. She begged for mercy from an entity that didn't answer.

"Please, please..." She gasped. She fought to pull the shorts down a little more. Mercifully, a little more progress. The baby filled what little room she made by pulling her shorts down.

"Stop! Oh my god, stop---"

She was pushing again. The baby was filling every inch of her and forcing itself out of her in the same breath. Ella whined in desperation as she felt it started to twist and move.

"Please, please..." Pulling a little more. The shorts weren't off, but...

"It burns, it burns---" A full crown. There were no words for the pain. Ella sobbed. She couldn't form thoughts as the way the head stretched her came over her, pushing hard and lowering her head. The pain overtook her, an experience she'd never be able to let go.

"Oh, fuck!" The head had just enough room to emerge from her. She gasped and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down a few more inches.

"Just...a little...more..." She gasped.

Another push. The shoulders twisted and she whined, gritting her teeth as she bore down. "Out, out, out, please---"

Release. A cry. Ella reached and pulled the baby from the tight space in her shorts. It was a healthy baby boy. She stared at it in abject confusion. At least it was...healthy? But...how? How was this real? How was any of this...

She didn't have time. It was happening again.

It was happening again?!

"Not again, please, not again--"

It was happening again and fast. Ella howled in terror as a second head pressed hard against her cervix. There was no luxury of ignorance this time: she knew it was going to hurt. She knew it would stretch her open, that it would be unrelenting, that she had nowhere she could run.

She would give birth, and that was that.

"Fuck! Oh god, fuck!" Ella screeched as the head started to clear her cervix. She pushed hard, desperate for this to be over, but her body only had so much strength. Each contraction brought fresh new agony but not enough progress.

It felt like it was all going too quickly but not quickly enough.

She thought that, of course, until the massive head of the baby was crowning.

"No! No, oh my god, no!" It was too big. The first baby was already too big, and this one was bigger. Fuck. No. She would die. It would tear her open, and she would---

She gave in to the urge to push, crying out for help as she did so. Each push brought more fear and more pain. Each push stretched her wider. Each push brought her closer to her limit.

"Oh god, it's coming out, no, no, no!" she shrieked until her voice broke. Nothing was going to stop it. In that moment, she wondered how any woman could choose to do this more than once. It wasn't like she'd been given a choice--

"Please!" It came to a full crown. She squirmed against it, trying to wiggle away from the pain. It didn't relent. She sobbed and pushed again. The head emerged. She made a startled noise and swore she almost passed out.

"Almost...almost..." She wasn't sure who she was talking to, herself, the baby she'd already birthed, or the one nearly born, but...

She pushed again. And again, and...

"One more, one more, one..." The shoulders twisted hard. She cried out and dug her nails into the carpet one more time. The baby slid out and screamed, the sound drowned out by Ella's howls of agony.

A healthy baby girl.

She finally fought to get the shorts off. It was about an hour after the birth that she found her phone (in the back pocket of said shorts) and two hours before her friends messaged her back.