Writing/drawing idea, as requested:
College student hiding in her dorm bathroom, trying to hide that her little oopsie is coming out, covering her mouth so her roommate doesn't hear even as the head is crowning into her panties~
Thank you so much for the idea! This was fun to write :3 feel free to send in more hehe. I didn't expect it to end up so long, but I had the concept in my brain so I ran with it. Here is the story:
Alice had always had irregular periods. When the cramps had started last night, on and off again, she figured it was just another one starting up after a long dry spell. Annoying to start it the night before her public speaking oral midterm, but she'd manage fine. That morning, she took a long shower, the hot water pounding against her lower back to soothe the pain as much as possible. Her period was starting for sure, she thought, as she ran her soapy hands over herself. Her breasts were tender and larger than usual, and she was the most bloated she'd been in a long time, but some amount of pudge wasn't unusual during her cycle. After her shower, she downed an ibuprofen and put on a pad— she wasn't bleeding yet, but her cramps usually came first anyway, and she didn't want to be caught unaware.
She got dressed in business attire, as required for the midterm. She first slipped on the underwear she wore when she needed a bit of luck, covered in shamrocks and horseshoes. Shimmying her slim pencil skirt over her hips definitely took more effort from Alice than usual, but she'd expected that with the bloating. None of the buttons on her light pink blouse wanted to close easily, puckering all down her front, especially between her breasts. But it was her only nice shirt, and she didn't have time before her midterm to ride her bike into town and buy a larger one. Her cramps were getting more intense, but she would just have to suck it up and hope the ibuprofen kicked in to help her through her presentation. She slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and waved goodbye to her roommate Lyndsey, who was eating breakfast at their kitchen table, before walking out the door.
Alice's walk to the other side of campus, where the rhetoric department's classes were held, seemed so much longer than usual. It was unusually warm for late October. The sun shining through the red and orange leaves on the trees along campus was beautiful, but Alice wished a cloud would come cover it so she would stop sweating. Hopefully it wasn't visible on her clothes. Navigating the cobblestone university grounds was hellish in her heels, but the only other shoes she had were a pair of scuffed white sneakers that she knew wearing would lose her points. She took small, quick steps due to the knee-length pencil skirt restricting her movement. She had to pause a few times to breathe through her cramps, but only for a moment each time. She couldn't be late to this midterm.
Finally, she arrived at the old brick building where the lecture hall she'd be speaking in was. It was old enough to not have an elevator, and every step up the two flights of stairs to her classroom felt like it was jostling her sensitive uterus. She was becoming aware of a pressure between her hips, and frowned, worried this would be an especially heavy period since she hadn't had one in so long. Hopefully her pad would hold through the class. There were a handful of presentations before hers, so she took her seat to listen and wait until it was her turn. She did want to listen to what her classmates were talking about, but found it difficult, as she was spending most of her energy trying to keep her leg from bouncing to cope with the pain. The cramps were getting more regular now, coming every few minutes and staying for longer than they had before, deeper and more painful. But she couldn't make noise, she didn't want to disrupt anyone's speech. So Alice stuck to breathing, deep and long, but as quiet as possible. She sat with her legs as far apart as her skirt would allow, which wasn't very far apart, but enough to give the pressure deep inside her some room.
At last it was Alice's turn to present. When she stood, it felt like there was a bowling ball between her hips, lower than it was before, but her skirt kept her legs neatly together. She walked down the steps of the seating area, gripping the railing tightly as a distraction from the sensations inside her, and took her place standing behind the podium.
"When you're ready," her professor said, smiling at her with a clipboard in hand for him to take notes on her performance. She nodded, smiling with clenched teeth behind her lips. A cramp mounted, and she took a deep breath, holding onto the podium with both hands and closing her eyes. I can do this, she thought. It's fine. She opened her eyes, looking around to make eye contact and smile at the audience of her classmates and professor, before launching into her speech.
She was good at speaking, and was even able to mask her pain fairly well, clenching her teeth occasionally or exhaling in a particular way a few times. She was keeping to the points she had planned, though, and that was the most she could hope for. The pressure between her legs was only growing, moving down and down with every cramp. The pain radiated from the bottom of her spine around to her lower abdomen, but still she spoke. After what seemed like forever, she had covered all her points, and thanked the audience to end her speech. She hurried away from the podium, hoping to shrink back into her seat for the rest of class; there were only two of her classmates left to present, and then she could go curl up in bed with a hot water bottle and an eye mask and watch reality TV to turn her brain off.
When she was halfway up the steps of the seating area, the pressure inside her mounted to the worst it had been yet, and she had to stop and grip the railing to avoid moaning in front of her whole class. Alice stood there and tried to catch her breath, but then there was a pop! between her legs. She couldn't stop herself from crying out as the pressure released and a torrent of clear liquid rushed from her cunt, running down the inside of her legs and onto the stairs. Everyone was staring at her, and her entire face flushed, deeply embarrassed. Fuck. Before she had time to process the situation fully, another cramp reared up, twice as painful as before. Her guard was down, and she moaned deeply, doubling over and clutching her stomach with her right hand, her left hand still white-knuckling the railing to prevent her from falling.
"S-sorry," Alice choked out through the pain. "I have to go now." All she could think was to get somewhere safe to ride this out, who cares if she misses the last few presentations.
"Yes, Alice, please take care of yourself!" the professor called from the bottom of the steps. "I hope you feel better from... whatever is burdening you." Alice began scrambling up the rest of the steps, clinging to the railing to help pull herself up.
As she reached the landing at the top of the stairs, her most recent cramp finally ended, and she panted hard. The pressure between her legs felt like it was going to split her pelvis open. Then there was an urge, strangely, to push, as hard as she could. What the fuck is happening? Alice thought, desperate for relief as she ran out of the classroom. She rounded the corner and flew down the building's main stairs as fast as she could go, messenger bag and heavy tits thumping. She made small grunts with each step, the weight in her pelvis throttling downward with every bounce.
On solid ground now, Alice had to stop, leaning forward with her hands on her knees and gasping as her body started to push on its own. She moaned, and a memory came back to her then, an answer to her self-imposed question. A memory of going out for Valentine's Day to lament being single, and getting stupidly drunk and calling her loser ex-boyfriend and ending up in his bed bouncing on his cock until he came in her. Fuck, Alice thought. Fuu—"uuuuck!!!"
Her thought came through her voice halfway through the word as this... baby, she guessed, kicked her solidly in the pelvic bone. I can't give birth here, she thought. Have to get home. Alice clenched with all her might and started speed walking back to her dorm, her knees together, desperate to get somewhere private.
As hard as Alice tried to clench, gravity was against her. The baby inside her rocked further into her birth canal with every jostled step. She stopped again after reaching the front door of her building, clutching her stomach and whining as her body pushed involuntarily. "Have— to— get— home," she panted through clenched teeth as she returned to standing. The pressure in her pelvis was immense. She scanned herself into the building, suddenly grateful for her tight skirt's help in keeping herself contained for now.
Once she was in the elevator with the door closed, Alice knew she had a moment of privacy. She let in to her body, whining softly between gritted teeth as she bore down. The baby squirmed inside her and she shuddered, then returned to panting as she felt the head begin to bulge out behind her lips. She hauled herself back to standing, readying her keys to enter her dorm as quick as possible. She would have to be quiet, though. It was her roommate Lyndsey's usual time to take a power nap before class, and Alice knew from experience that Lyndsey did not like being woken up before she had to be.
Alice unlocked the door to her dorm, opening it slowly and carefully to avoid the creak it was prone to if opened too fast. She breathed out hard, as quietly as she could, as another contraction assaulted her midsection. She sloughed her messenger bag gently onto the floor of the entryway, slipped off her heels and scurried to the bathroom, clutching her spasming abdomen. Her skirt was so tight; she could feel the slight bulge of her baby's head with every step she took. Finally she reached the bathroom, hurriedly closing the door. She unzipped her skirt and hiked it up, pulling it off over her head so she could widen her stance as soon as possible.
Now that Alice could open her legs fully, she squatted instinctively and bore down. The baby's head shot forward through her birth canal and spread her lips to a full crown, her cunt bulging out into her lucky panties to nearly the size of a grapefruit now. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle the involuntary moan that escaped her. "Fuck," she whispered behind her hand. "My panties—ow, ow!!"
All at once, Alice's body bore down intensely without her permission, the hardest it had yet. Her efforts to stay quiet were broken, and she cried out at the burning pain that ran around her hole, still keeping her hand over her mouth to hopefully lessen the noise. The head passed a crown and shot out of her, caught between her legs by her panties. She took big, huffing breaths in and out, straightening to stand upright and stretch before her next contraction with her hands on the small of her back.
Clothes. Off. Now, Alice thought, suddenly overheating despite only wearing a blouse and underwear. Her legs began to shake with effort, and she slumped against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor as she fought with the buttons on her blouse. Her baby's head hung out of her, held securely by her underwear, but she was still careful for fear of sitting on it. The front of her blouse was damp, stained with milk that had begun leaking from her taut breasts at some point.
Alice's hands shook and her breath huffed, and it took her longer to undo one button than it normally would for her to do half of them. It was too much, and she could feel another contraction building, and she needed her shirt off, now. She grabbed each side of the blouse and ripped it open, the buttons popping off as she bore down and pushed with all her might. She screwed up her face and whined from the back of her throat, trying to choose the quietest option for a pained vocal outlet. Her hole stretched around the top of the baby's shoulders, but her panties were already full. With a shaky hand, Alice reached down between her legs and pulled her poor, stained underwear to the side, with her other hand ready to catch the baby's head as it fell out of her underwear.
"Oh my god," Alice said, the shock of the situation overtaking the need to be quiet as she cupped her baby's head, her cunt on fire around the mass of its shoulders. "Oh my god. Okay, baby. It's gonna be oka—"
The bathroom door burst open, propelled by a red-faced Lyndsey yelling, "WHAT is going on in here?!?"
Alice's head snapped up, face flushing with shame as she made eye contact with her roommate. But before she could explain, her body bore down again, and she screamed. The shoulders seemed almost bigger than the head somehow, but she pushed, bringing her knees as close to her chest as possible, moaning through the pain. Lyndsey stood there, mouth agape, not knowing what else to do but watch.
Without Alice's panties restricting her progress any longer and the effort of her pushing, the rest of her baby's body shot out of her cunt at once with another gush of fluid and a guttural cry from Alice. The infant began to wail between her legs, and Alice scooped her baby up from the floor, greeting and shushing her before guiding the infant to latch onto one of her leaky nipples. Finally, Alice looked back up at Lyndsey, who was still staring, and said, "I didn't even know... but... here she is."
"Proud of you, Alice," Lyndsey said. "I don't know how you even fucking did that without dying."
"Me either, honestly," Alice said. She wiped her sweaty hair out of her face as her newborn suckled. "I felt like I was going to."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Lyndsey said.
"Me too," Alice said, and smiled down at her infant daughter. Although she hadn't planned to have a baby, her heart felt full to bursting with love for this tiny human she'd unknowingly grown. "Me too."
