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Outside, a couple of ranch hands are working on a task. When you glance over at them, you suddenly make eye contact with one and your stomach flip-flops. He had been hired recently, shortly after you turned 18. He’s strong, bearded, so masculine and yet incredibly gentle. No man has ever impacted you the way he did; just hearing his voice is enough to make your panties damp.

Apparently he felt the same. Three months ago, just days after you first met him, you were alone in the barn and then, suddenly, his cock was buried deep into your tight pussy while his lips burned your throat. He took your virginity so ferociously and yet so lovingly. If your family wasn’t so active right now with the business, you would sneak away with him every afternoon to make love to him again and again.

But for now, you can do nothing but look at him wordlessly. When he disappears from your view, you suck in your stomach again to alleviate the discomfort from the stitches of your dress digging into your waist.

--

Two weeks later, your dresses are tighter than ever. You frequently find yourself in front of the mirror with your hand on your middle. It’s not just you who’s noticed; even your mother has commented on the fact that you’ve gained some weight.

Later that week when everyone’s too busy to pay attention to you, you head down to the barn. There’s nobody else there except for you and the animals -- or at least that’s what you think at first. Before too long, you discover the ranch hand there, shirt pulled taut over his muscles, eyes smiling warmly at you -- and then, all over again, you’re pressed up against the wall with your skirt hoisted up and his cock pounding against your cervix. Your pussy is so slippery that you might be embarrassed if it was anybody but him. He fucks you from behind, rubbing your hands up and down your belly, over and over and over, until he leans forward and murmurs in your ear, “Are you pregnant?”

You come so hard that you see stars.

--

You had to run away together. The most powerful rancher in the state would never allow his eldest daughter to be knocked up by a worthless ranch hand. Truth be told, you would much sooner give up your family than give him up.

The escape comes late one night, shortly after your parents became suspicious of your growing belly. Before too many questions are asked, though, you slip out of the front door and into the night with your ranch hand. For a while, you travel around. Within a few weeks, he finds a small, secluded cabin and a place to work. You’re never mentioned to anyone to avoid any chance of running back into your father.

For the next number of months, you play darling little housewife with the ring. Despite the solitude, you find it incredibly fulfilling. You have chores to do at home and some pets he had gifted to you to take care of. And, most importantly, each morning you admire your growing belly. Soon enough, you’re so big that it’s difficult to move. You try to do chores and find that you’re quickly out of breath. The baby inside of you wiggles around and kicks you nonstop. Your back aches and your feet ache and it’s hard to breathe and you have to piss all the time and yet you love every second of it. You love to stand naked in front of the mirror and look at your swollen stomach, pink and rippled with stretch marks. It’s hanging low now and every so often it tenses with false contractions. This baby you made with this gorgeous man will be here soon enough.

--

His work hours are long. He has to wake up early each day and doesn’t come back until evening. Now that it’s winter, he’s only ever around when it’s dark outside. At this point, your belly is outrageously big. It’s hard to even get onto your feet without any help, but you have to figure it out anyway without him being around. Your breasts, which were small and flat before you were knocked up, now hang heavy and low on your belly, anxious to feed your baby.

One morning, he wakes up and kisses you goodbye. Normally, you would get up and start your day, but it’s different now. You feel sore and groggy. There’s a cramp in your lower back that’s been bothering you for the past few hours. It’s not the end of the world if you rest a bit longer, you figure. You lean back and rub your hands over your belly but sleep does not come. Time passes -- a few minutes, a few hours, who knows -- and that cramp only gets worse before moving to your lower belly. It throbs below your belly button and draws small moans from your lips.

Eventually, you have to get out of bed. You put your feet on the floor, stabilize yourself and begin waddling over to put your warm clothes on. Unlike all the times before, the cramping doesn’t stop when you move around. It comes and goes, causing you to stop and grunt every so many minutes. The time in between cramps becomes shorter and shorter until you realize, suddenly, that this baby is coming today.

The thought thrills you but leaves you anxious as well. The ranch hand will be away for some time and you can’t ask for help. Nobody can know you’re here.

You try to distract yourself as much as you can with your chores. However, you can only pretend to be normal for so long until the contractions cause you to sink to the floor and cry out in agony. Your breasts and belly heave, your legs intuitively part, your body seizes as it prepares to push out this baby the ranch hand put inside of you. But you can’t give birth, not without him here.

Between contractions, you’re able to get to your feet and over to a chair. The book you grab does little to distract you from the intensifying pain. Every few minutes you grab your belly and moan. Your stomach is taut and low, stretched as far as it can go. Even as you cry out in pain, you are constantly aware of just how pregnant you are, how that ranch hand who is nearly old enough to be your dad did this to you, and how much this turns you on.

Your hand slips down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. Soon, the groans of pain become something else. Being so full of him, being so huge and pregnant with his baby -- god, why can’t he just fuck you again right now? Images of him flood your mind, of the way his cock stretches you wide open, of the way your pussy is going to stretch even further as you struggle to push his baby out of you. In just hours, you’re going to be crying and gasping and straining as this baby opens you up in ways you’ve never been opened before.

You shout as you come. Then you realize that you’re much wetter than you normally are. For a few moments you sit there, dazed, and then you realize: your water just broke.

--

It’s dark outside again. Inside, you’re wearing nothing but a nightgown. You’re covered in sweat as you groan and grip your bedsheets. God knows how long you’ve been laboring for, but the baby has to be ready to come out any moment. Your body is screaming at you to push but you can’t, not without the ranch hand here with you. Every time your body is ready to push, you press your hand against your pussy lips and squeeze your legs together as much as you can. “Not yet,” you moan. Your other hand rubs your belly. “You can’t come out yet.”

If you weren’t struggling so much to keep your baby inside of you, you would be coming over and over again right now. Everything hurts so bad, so much so that you’ve screamed in pain a few times, and yet you’re more aroused than you ever have been. Feeling his baby’s head push so far down inside of you is indescribable. He put a baby inside of you. You can’t get over this fact. He put a baby in you and now you have to spend hours in pain just to deliver it for him. Your body is completely his. You made an entire baby for him. You’re his.

The urge to push rips through you suddenly and makes you shout. Your knuckles turn white and you crane your head back as your legs fall open. God, you can’t do this anymore. You need to push so bad. You need to feel his baby stretching you out. You bite your lip and moan and push down.

You only start pushing when the door opens. Moments later, the ranch hand is at the foot of your bed. “What are you doing?”

“I need to -- ohhh.” You can’t even feel relieved as a contraction takes over. “The baby--” A sob interrupts you. “I need to push.”

“No.” The ranch hand is on the bed now, pushing your nightgown up to expose your gargantuan belly and sagging tits. “Don’t push. You can’t push yet.”

“But I need to--”

“No!” His belt jingles as he unbuckles it and tosses it onto the floor. “You can’t push until I tell you. Do you understand me?”

“Ohhh.” You try to squeeze your legs together, but it’s impossible. “It’s coming, it’s coming.”

“Not until I fuck you first.”

Oh, fuck. You swallow and try to hold back. You’re in so much pain and want nothing more to push but you’ll try to stop yourself for him. God, you want him to fuck you so bad. You’re so tired and pregnant and yet you still want him inside of you.

It only takes moments for him to take off his pants and enter you. You practically scream when he does it. You’re so fucking stretched out. The baby’s head is pressing down so low and yet he’s fucking you so hard that his cock is surely going through your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you. You’re such a fucking whore, a little daddy’s girl who got herself knocked up. Now you’re hugely pregnant and getting fucked when you should be giving birth and it feels so fucking good.

You come fast but he keeps fucking you. He goes even when it’s raw and painful, even when you can’t keep holding back. “I need to push,” you cry, but he keeps pounding into you. Tears stream down your face but he keeps fucking you. When another orgasm rocks your body, he finally cums at last, shooting ropes of cum deep inside your laboring pussy.

“Okay,” he pants, “you can push now.”

The moment he pulls out, your body takes over. You pull back on your legs and grit your teeth and push so hard your vision goes dark. Cum spurts out of your pussy and rolls down your ass. You push and push and push and cry when nothing seems to happen.

“I waited too long,” you tell him. “God, it won’t come out now, I waited too long.”

“Keep pushing.” He gets down between your legs and pushes them further apart. “Push.”

You groan again as you bear down. More cum seeps from your pussy and then you feel the baby move down further into your birth canal. “Oh my god,” you shriek, “oh my god, oh my god, it hurts.”

“Keep pushing!”

That’s all you can do. You feel like you’re going to throw up or pass out or maybe do both. You push and push and push until you can feel your pussy start to stretch wide. Now you scream, “It burns!”

“That’s the baby’s head! Oh my god, that’s our baby! Keep pushing!”

You can’t possibly do this, you can’t possibly get that entire baby out of you. You’re being split in two and the pain is indescribable. He did this to you, he got you so big and pregnant and this is your punishment for being his whore.

“You have to keep pushing!”

“I’m trying!” you yell. “It’s too big!”

“It’s coming, love, keep pushing, please.”

Your pussy hurts so bad that it’s almost transcended feeling altogether. You scream the loudest you’ve ever screamed and then, suddenly --

“That’s the head! The head’s out! Oh my god!”

You open your eyes and try to look over your huge belly. You can see a spout of hair. When you reach forward, you can feel your baby’s face. Tears flood your eyes. “Our baby,” you gasp.

“Keep pushing, love.”

You summon all the strength you have left. Within moments, the baby’s shoulders pop out. The ranch hand has the baby bundled in his arms, cleaning it with his shirt. “You did it,” he breathes. “We have a baby girl.”

Your head is swimming. “A baby girl?” Even as she starts to cry, you can’t believe that you just pushed an entire baby out of you. It feels even more surreal when he places her on your chest.

“She’s beautiful,” he says.

The exhaustion starts settling in immediately as you cradle her. None of this feels real. There’s no way you just carried a baby inside of you for nine months and gave birth. You want to pass out.