I was thinking about the potions and was wondering what would happen if you drunk the alien one with extra amniotic fluid and extra active add onsβ¦
Oh, this is a good one.
I feel bloated at the start, wondering if I somehow drank too much this morning. It's sitting heavy in my stomach. Once I feel a wriggling, though, I know what I've signed up for. And once the wriggling starts, it doesn't stop. My body feels like it's constantly being churned up inside, my baby a mass of limbs and feelers, desperate to get out, even before it's ready. My stomach swells, the surface taut with the fluid underneath. As I move from room to room, trying to keep myself steady, it sloshes around, and I know I'm going to make a hell of a mess when I push this thing out.
And oh, do I. The first indicator that labor's on its way is that the baby has grown still, and I feel my stomach drop. The relief on my lungs is nice, but the incredible weight on my hips is far less appreciated.
A half-hour later, the contractions have gotten stronger, and I'm feverishly trying to lay out towels to have the right room to birth when my water breaks. A cascade of fluid hits the floor and splashes up on my legs, my ass, the table, everything. My belly visibly deflates, and that's my little one's cue to start thrashing again. I recoil, stumbling as I resist the urge to push. It's not ready yet. I know it isn't.
But I suppose I don't know everything just yet. A feeler slowly slides out of my cervix, and I feel it poke out from between my lips. "Come on...get out. Get out, please..." I pant, a second feeler joining it and stretching me out.
The feeler grabs at the floor, sticking to it with what I can only assume is some form of suction. I bite back a scream as the thrashing grows even stronger, the baby trying to pull itself out of me as I squat, giving into the urge. "Just...just get out, get out, GET OUT!" As I push, the baby's muscles flex and it slides out in three short bursts of energy. The first makes my cervix light up like a christmas tree, the second flattens my g-spot, and the third bulges out my vulva until it splatters to the floor in another rush of fluid.
It's my baby, but...I'm not quite sure where to start feeding it.
