#difficult birth

Weeks later, one night, you go to sleep, you stomach cramping particular hard tonight, but you had long lost hope it could be actual contractions… And you wake up violently to a harsh, familiar tightening all across your tummy, as it misshapens in bursts that sink and stretch the skin in ways you never had seen before, but throw you into a world of agony completely unlike your first failed birth. You try to push, but you realize something heavy and monstrous is rolling inside you.

Something that is hatching, having been incubated in the warm refuge of your worm all this weeks, as if it had been laid, and isn’t all that pleased about its new, small home.

You are realizing too late. Even the signs of labor your ignored- but there is no time now, as your womb tightens and demands you to push, and you grit your teeth, sinking your hands into your aching belly and do just that. Squeezed by your overtaxed womb, the creature is guided downwards, and as it realizes finally where its path to freedom lies, its shoves its head into your pelvis with such force you feel your bones creak, and birthing fluids soak your sheets. Strangely, you don’t feel its shell, perhaps its soft, but you have no time to worry about that right now.

Another contraction envelopes you, and combined with the creature’s efforts, it begins to breach your birth canal, your pelvis creaking ominously. You scream, sweating, toes curling with effort, but you refuse to stop pushing until your body lets go off you. The babe squirms impatiently, what you guess is its tail, thick and heavy, slapping your lungs, cutting off your breath, but as another contraction takes over, you push just as hard as before, if not harder.

They've been stuck at the point of almost crowning for about two hours now— the absolutely massive head sits wedged and unmoving in their birth canal, bulging out their perineum and the structure of their cunt with its obscene size. The lips of their labia are an angry shade of red, gaping and dribbling fluid down their thighs each time they attempt to push.

But as soon as their tissues begin to stretch around the width of the skull barreling down through their cervix, they lose control of the push, and the game of 'out-in-out-back in again' they're waging with the crown starts all over again.

"Oooooh, its coming," they grunt. They shove up onto their elbows, pressing their chin to their chest as they grit their teeth and bear down. "Aghhhhhh!" Their cunt continues to bulge as they push with all of their strength. "Hnnnng, it hurts! My pussy burns!"

"Come on!" you command harshly, peering between their legs. Their furled slit has opened just slightly, giving you a small, brief glimpse of a few wisps of wet, dark hair. "Don't give up. Keep pushing!"

They wail and thrash their head from side to side, thighs snapping closed as the head slips back up into their tortured canal. "I cant!" they sob, legs shaking with effort as they attempt to hold the baby inside of them. "It hurts so b-bad. It-mmmmmph, it burns!"

"I know it hurts," you assure them, running your hand over their flank as you lean in to press a kiss to their sweaty forehead. "But you're only making it harder on yourself, baby. You need to push." You reach down between their legs, gently shushing their cries of protests as you make space. Their lower belly spasms as the head surges forward once more, earning a frantic, shrill scream in response. "Save your energy," you tell them firmly. "Use all of that to get this baby out."

They scream again, a deep shrill roar that rises from their chest as they throw their head back. "Let me go!' they yell, overwhelmed as the head begins to push their labia into a yawning teardrop, clit pulsing above the emerging skull. "Fuck, its burning! I'm ripping! I'm gonna tear ap-pa-rrrrrt! Hrrrrrrg!"

They continue to thrash and scream as they strain, working equally as hard to shove the baby out of their battered hole as they are to try to keep it inside. "ohmygodmakeitstopppppp!"

"It needs to come out, baby!" You watch the head peak-a-boo, groaning in frustration as your partner once again wrenchs free and snaps their legs closes.

"Hurts," they whine, panting for breath as they fall back against the pillows. "I can't take the pain. I didnt... didn't think it would be like this. I—ohhhh, nooooo." Their breath catches, belly going taut as it squeezes down around their contracting womb. "Mmmm, its coming. Ooooh, fuck. Oooooh." Their feet scrabble at the damp sheets as instinct overwhelms them and they push, cunt bulging wide until it pushes their thighs apart. "Its in my pussy! Ooh, my poor pussy!"

Taking advantage of their distraction, you lean over them and take them into your arms, pulling them into a kneeling position. Between their legs, the head surges from just barely visible to fully crowning with the help of gravity, and they scream and sob hysterically. "Holyfuck, my cuntttt. Oh, my cunt. It burns! Its gonna tear me!" They continue to babble as you reach down to cup the emerging head, pressing your thumb against their clit.

"Push!" you bellow over them, shoving your knee in-between theirs to hold them open as they howl and screech, leaking blood and fluid as the large, extremely overdue head painstakingly inches its way out. "Here it comes! Get it out, baby!"

"Nnnnnuggghhhh!"

"It's past the crown!" The posterior head has finally begun to show itself. You continue to provide counter pressure to your partner's clit as they bear down, veins popping and skin turning bright red as they shriek about feeling their pussy tear. "Go, go, GO! Keeping fucking pushing!"

"MmmmmphGOD!" The stretched ring of their vagaina has gone shock white, bloodless and gaping around the overdue infant. Its brows. Its nose. Its chin. "Coming outtttnnnngh-holy fuckkkkk! I'm gonna split in half!"

"PUSH!"

(Surrogate mother, quads (already 1/4), 43 weeks overdue, home birth, hard labor, breech birth, birth in the shower, filming, in!!st, lactation, walking around, yoga ball, standing, shower)

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We returned to the living room. Katie held the baby in her arms while you supported me, I could only waddle very slowly next to you. My legs were very tender from the long and difficult labor and delivery so far. And there were still three babies left. My belly was still huge, not a bit smaller from finally having a baby. My body was still dripping with water, as was the abundance of milk from my breasts, but no one thought to put the breast pumps back in. I felt you caress my huge belly as you drove. "You were incredible, baby girl" You said with a wide smile and I felt you rub my protruding belly button and push it in a little. "It was so sexy when your sister's huge head got stuck in your tight pussy... I always knew how perfect you would be to carry my babies." I saw the pride in your eyes and finally this was what I wanted. To make you happy. "I'm glad...that you're satisfied, daddy" I replied, breathing hard, moving my legs, but I had to hold on to you tightly. My pussy was so sore, it hurt so much after I pushed out the huge baby. But I had no idea that I was almost completely tight again. "I'm scared about the breech baby, daddy..." I confessed and looked up at you. We stopped and you turned to face me, your hands immediately slid to the sides of my huge belly and you slowly rubbed the gigantic ball, you reached down a little and rubbed my lower belly where the skin was really tight. "I can't wait to hear your screams again. As you are unable to give birth to my breech baby... As he is stuck inside you again. But you need to know, baby girl, that only natural birth is possible for you... No c-section or episiotomy.." You warned me and looked down. My huge, overdue belly pressed against your cock and you loved the feeling. You continued to stroke it to feel the three babies left inside, then you leaned over and kissed me.

I wanted to sit down in the living room, I felt so heavy from all the movement. But Katie came back after putting the baby in a cradle. "No, sweetie. You have to stand so I can see the baby" She ordered me and took the ultrasound in her hands. "But... but I want to sit down, I'm so tired.." I asked with wide eyes, sighing tiredly. But she motioned for you to support me, so you stood behind me and hugged me over my belly. I groaned in frustration and my head fell against your chest. Your wife knelt in front of me and soon pressed it over my pussy, rubbing the gel in as she did so. She studied the monitor carefully and sighed heavily. "Your knees are all bent too. And it's really big, it's going to be hard to push it out, little girl." She explained. "Maybe a little movement would help him get into a better position. We'll move, okay?" Katie smiled and I nodded hard. The first baby's head was incredibly hard to push out, and in this position it will only be harder... Suddenly I moaned a little louder and squeezed your arms. You immediately leaned down to me. "What's wrong, babe?" You whispered in my ear and immediately rubbed my huge belly. "New... new contraction" I said painfully, tears welling up and my nails digging into your skin. I started blowing and my belly became completely hard and tense. My stepmother also rubbed my belly and kissed it for a long time. "Deep breath, sweetie. Take a deep breath. Your contractions are really strong..." She leaned down to my belly button and gave it another kiss. I groaned loudly again, my face turning red, but I couldn't breathe properly, I was just gasping for air.

You slowly stroked my huge belly, harder than ever from contractions, and looked down at me with awe. You could hardly believe that after three babies, this wonderful state of mine would end. All you could think about was when you would get me pregnant again, because you loved watching your own daughter pregnant with your babies. And you knew very well that I wouldn't have objected. I couldn't say no when I saw how much you and your wife wanted children, you always wanted a big family, but Katie wasn't capable of that. I, on the other hand, turned out to be extremely fertile. I felt you kiss my shoulder and lean in to my ear. "Shh, Babe... you've done it once. You only need three more..." You whispered in my ear and your hands kept circling my huge belly. I needed you to hold me, I moaned with the contractions. Then I felt my stepmom's hand touch my swollen and sore pussy. "I'm going to check if the baby is at your cervix, okay, sweetie?" She smiled at me and my legs bent as she started to push her fingers inside me. We both saw the shock on hee face, and I could feel her fingers having a particularly hard time sliding inside me. She swallowed hard and looked up at you. "It's completely tight again, like before the birth, it's like your cervix has narrowed to 2 centimeters." She shook h3r head in surprise, because even she had never seen anything like this. You looked down at me, knowing full well that for a breech baby it would be best if I could dilate as much as possible. But now I was completely tight again. "Now... now do we have to wait for me to dilate again? With these contractions?" I asked, panting and wide eyed. Katie looked up at me regretfully and slowly rubbed my belly. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I do. You're going to have to dilate again to push this breech baby out. I know you'll be fine." Her hands were already rubbing my belly and she kissed my belly button. "You're going to be beautiful when our baby's butt first comes out of your pussy, spreading your little pussy wider than it has ever been before."

After my contractions were over, I turned to you, panting, I could barely stand on my feet. You supported my waist, while your wife brought me the yoga ball. At first, that also helped me dilate a little. You helped me sit on it, then you positioned yourself behind me and started stroking my thighs. You looked down and watched with pleasure as I slowly bounced and the babies above me kicked loudly. My belly was so distended and tense that every little movement was visible. Meanwhile, Katie brought the baby here and now I finally had time to look closely, she was a very fat little one but such a beautiful little girl. She had already dressed her and I held her in my arms. I immediately started breastfeeding her and your hand also slid to the baby to help you hold her. "My daughter will hold my daughter" You grinned proudly and your hand slid onto my belly again, you could barely keep it away, you simply loved holding it. "And my first sons and even a daughter are in there... And of course you never know how many more there will be... I hope there will be many more.." I felt you rubbing my bump almost with pleasure. My face flushed, but I watched in admiration as my abundant milk was finally used by a little baby. "As much... As much as you want, daddy" I replied, panting softly. Your wife sat in front of me and her hand slid onto my belly too, rubbing it and watching it bounce a little. Then she pressed the doppler to my lower abdomen and we both listened to the heartbeat of the next baby. "It seems everything is fine, even if the quadruplets may all be born on different days..." She chuckled ironically and continued rubbing my belly, she also loved seeing how big I was. "Focus on feeding the baby, Vicky" She smiled up at me. "And on keeping bouncing. Try not to pay attention to the contractions, just breathe evenly when you feel them." With that she kissed my forehead and excitedly reached for her phone to continue documenting my very long labor. She had already recorded every single point of it, from several angles, she had already brought the cameras around us. They recorded me bouncing slowly or that milk was still dripping from my free breast.

I leaned my chest against you, breathing deeply, pushing my hips down and bouncing slowly. Soon the next contraction came and I cried out. Tears welled up in my eyes and my thighs started shaking. "It's so... It's so hard" I complained and grabbed your arm. You helped me hold the baby tighter so I wouldn't accidentally drop it and kissed my hair. "Bounce and breathe, baby girl. You need to expand... I know the contractions are strong." I nodded at you hard and tried to take a few deep breaths as I continued slowly. The babies were writhing inside me, while the breech position felt increasingly difficult against my narrow cervix. Katie tried to rub my hard belly soothingly to help ease the pain of the contractions. "You're a good girl... Just bear it for a little while longer, maybe we'll get lucky and you'll dilate sooner with the second baby." She tried to comfort me a little, then she started filming. "Vicky has already given birth to our first baby, which you could see. She's breastfeeding so skillfully, we've told you before how much milk she has." At that moment, you grabbed my breast, giggling, squeezed it, and milk spurted out of it, a lot of it. Then Katie reached out and placed her hand on my belly. "And now she's having more contractions, really strong ones. The second baby is breech. It's going to be a tough birth... Look how hard our little surrogate's belly is" She pressed my bump so she could present it to the camera. "You'll be able to follow the breech birth until the end, with all its moments." She pulled back a little and started filming me as I slowly bounced. My legs were completely spread apart and my huge, heavy belly was hanging out in front of me. It felt so heavy, even heavier than with all four babies. And I couldn't even count how much time I spent in labor and delivery with the first one. And this was a huge breech baby...

After I had her sleep and my stepmother took her from my arms. Panting, I stroked my waist and then my hands slid to the side of my belly. I rubbed it for a while while bouncing, then I tried to circle my hips a little. You leaned back on the couch and looked at me from behind with a smile, listening to me moan and sometimes sigh in frustration. You were quite hard, your cock was tight against your pants. But you did nothing but enjoy how I continued to suffer with your huge babies. We had hard hours ahead of us and you just wanted me to push the baby out on my own, without help. You just wanted to rub my huge belly through the pains and pressures. And enjoy the stretching of my pussy. "Turn towards me, baby girl" You asked with a wide smile, then leaned forward to help me move. You licked my nipples and then pressed a kiss to my huge belly. You helped me sit down on the yoga ball again and spread my legs apart, but my huge belly was hanging between them. "You're a good girl" You praised me and kept rubbing the side of my belly. I reached forward and grabbed your shoulders and neck. With the next contraction I took a deep breath and my nails dug into your skin a little. "huh... huh.." I panted and my hair fell into my face a little, but you smoothed it back with your free hand. "Bounce" You commanded kindly and slid one of your hands to my waist. You gently stroked it and then smiled as my breasts and belly bounced and sometimes collided. "How do you feel, sweetie?" You asked with interest and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Before I could answer I took a deep breath and had to hold on to you. "Another contraction" I moaned out as I went, your hand immediately slid to the front of my bump so you could fully feel how hard it was. "I can feel the baby really.. really low in my pelvis" I continued after a short pause, then tried to regulate my breathing again. You seemed satisfied and continued to rub slowly. "Very good girl. We'll check your cervix again soon."

Katie slowly came back and knelt down behind me, placing her hands on my waist and applying a little pressure. I moaned softly and held on to her tighter. Soon, as I bounced on the ball, the two of you were slowly rubbing my huge belly. Your wife smiled very widely, enjoying the way my bump bounced between her hands. You caressed my face and then kissed my forehead. "Let's take a little walk, sweetie. Maybe it'll help me get my baby out faster." You rubbed the bottom of my belly and patted it. I nodded hard and needed both of you to help me get up off the ball. My legs were shaking from the weight of the three babies that were still inside me. Katie compassionately stroked my back and then supported my waist. "Your dad is right, maybe this will help get the baby moving. And you still have a lot of amniotic fluid inside you... it will leak again, each baby is in a separate amniotic sac" She said gently, then brought my breast pumps over. She popped them onto my huge breasts and I moaned loudly. It felt so good to finally have something pumping out my milk. Your wife smiled at me gently. "How much better is that, right?" She stroked my back gently.

We started walking around the house, of course I could barely lift my legs. The baby was really low in my pelvis, but I didn't feel any pressure, because I was incredibly tight again. I stopped often to rest, like now, in the middle of the kitchen I was panting and holding my hands on my waist. The babies were writhing inside me and kicking big ones, and then I had to lean forward with the next contraction. "Oh, fuck.." I moaned loudly. I grabbed the edge of the counter and my huge belly sagged a little. You were standing behind me and I felt your groin pressed tightly against my ass. You couldn't keep your hand away from my belly this time either, you immediately reached over and started rubbing it. "You're a very good girl... breathe and let the contraction pass. We'll continue walking afterwards. Your daddy really wants to see his first son too." You kissed my shoulder and slid one of your hands back to caress my bottom, gently even gripping it. Katie wiped my face with a small wet cloth as I moaned from the strong contraction. Her hand rested on the top of my belly after hers, pressing it in. "Your contractions are getting closer and closer again, sweetie. Maybe you're dilated enough..." She said. I took a deep breath and rocked my hips. "I don't feel the urge yet... but I hope the baby comes out quickly." I moaned, my face slightly red. I felt your hand slide to my pussy, rubbing my lips in a circle, then pushing inside me. I moaned and tilted my head back. "About 6 cm. You're a very good girl." You left your fingers inside me longer than necessary and stroked my belly.

We continued walking and it was really getting harder, the baby's bottom was pressing harder and harder against my cervix. "It's so hard..." I panted as I rounded the kitchen island with my parents, my legs were shaking more and more. In the meantime, Katie had to change the containers for my breast pumps, she hurriedly put the milk away and then put them back. The stimulation of my nipples was quite pleasant for me. "Let's go up the stairs a bit" You suggested to me and started leading me towards the stairs. But your wife had other ideas, she set up the camera at the bottom of the stairs and started capturing every moment as I struggled up the stairs. It had been really hard since I was five months pregnant. "I'm tired, Daddy, I should sit down... And another contraction is coming" I complained after the many rounds when I had to climb up the stairs again. You stood a few steps above me and held my hands, trying to encourage me to keep climbing. "Baby girl, you need to keep climbing. You're carrying three more babies, we need to break your water." You warned me seriously. My bump was still hanging so hard between my legs, which made my already difficult situation even more difficult. My hand gripped the railing and my legs shook even harder. "ahh.... ahrghg..." I moaned and felt my legs buckle and then my amniotic fluid started to flow out of me. It splashed onto the stairs with a loud splash and covered almost everything. It was a lot more than the first time. It even dripped down to the bottom of the stairs, the middle of my legs were completely wet. You glanced in your wife's direction. "You recorded this amazing water break, right?" And Katie nodded with a wide smile.

We had to go back to the couch where I could finally lie down. I noticed your hand and you were gently stroking my wet hair. Katie started the ultrasound on me and carefully watched the next baby. "Even though he's really low, he's in the same position. I hope you can push his bottom out and then I will try to get his legs out. He's still 15 lbs, but the last two babies will be much heavier than them." She explained gently, but you put your hand on my belly and started rubbing the huge big ball. "I'm going to love it when my daughter gives birth to my huge babies." You kissed my cheek and you were so excited about the breech baby. Katie checked my cervix and I tried to take a few deep breaths. "You're fully dilated. You need to push, right?" She looked at me and I nodded, breathing hard. "Okay, but you can't push until you're in the perfect position and the cameras are recording everything." She said with a smile and looked at you proudly. She knew that she would document all my other pregnancies as well. You took me to the kitchen, there was a fetal monitor and oxygen on the counter, the end of which I just had to take in my mouth. They say it eases the pain. "I know we want a completely natural birth," you said as one of your hands slid up my thigh to spread my legs a little. "But considering this is a breech baby, we can let you do that." I nodded hard and was truly grateful to you. "Okay. Thank you. Daddy, I really need to push..." I asked you, complaining a little and crying out loudly because of my strong contractions. You leaned in to my ear. "You can't push, baby girl, until I or your mother tell you to."

I groaned in frustration. "Daddy, please..." I looked at you with an almost pleading look, but you shook your head firmly. I had to grit my teeth to keep from starting the almost impossible task of pushing a transverse baby out of my tight pussy. The stepmother stepped behind me and began searching for the perfect spot at the bottom of my belly, then placed the fetal monitor sensor there and attached it to my back. "This will monitor the baby the whole time. Very important with a transverse." Katie said, of course she heard you forbid me from pushing. And she wanted to enjoy that too. She stroked my back and rubbed my waist a little. "I still have to get the cameras here. Don't you dare push or make any sweet sounds from yourself until then. And I want to record everything." Katie went out and brought one camera at a time. She placed it at the height of my spread legs, another a little further back, recording my entire body. She placed the third one in front of me, close to my face and my huge breasts. Then she reached over and unhooked my breast pumps. "Let your milk flow freely." She grabbed my breast and pressed it lightly. I moaned and the urge kept getting stronger. My body commanded me to push the baby out. "I need to push really hard... Please let me push..." I begged and my fingers turned a little white. The two of you stood on my sides so that every camera could capture me perfectly. You caressed my swollen pussy and nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, you can push, Vicky."

I started pushing with almost all my strength, my legs were shaking so much and I sucked in air sharply. Then I took the oxygen tube in my hand and grabbed the end. I sucked it a few times, then took it out of my mouth and pushed hard again. "Arghh!" I cried out. I felt that no amount of pressure would bring the baby out, as if it was already stuck. You smiled and caressed my belly which was slightly pressed against the counter and played with my belly button in a playful way. Sometimes you rubbed it in circles, sometimes you pressed it in to tease me. Your wife smoothed back my hair and watched with a red face. "Bring the baby out for us, baby girl. Nicely. Push as hard as you can. And don't forget to make a sound." Her hand slid down to the bottom of my belly, to where the very sensitive babies were now pressing. I took a deep breath and tried to push again. My knees even bent a little and I moaned loudly in pain. Your huge, overdue baby was pushing so hard against my cervix that I could barely stay asleep. "Push, sweetie, push the breech baby!" You encouraged me and rubbed my contracting belly with pleasure as I pushed hard. In the meantime, I took the oxygen in my mouth and inhaled, it only helped a little.

"I can't.. I can't.." I moaned after hours, only to find that the baby was pushing harder inside me. And the counter, my belly and the floor were full of my milk. I was sweaty and tired, as I always have been, and I didn't see any results from my work so far. "I can't push this baby out," I complained with pain in my voice. You continued to rub my belly and leaned closer. "But you'll stop pushing." You whispered and kissed my lips. "Like the next two. And all the more litters I'm going to put inside you." Your fingers slowly rubbed my belly, they were very hard because of my voice. "Keep pushing, baby girl. That baby will come out, even if it takes a long time." Katie nodded in agreement with you and rubbed the lower back of my head. I took a deep breath, panting, and gripped the edge of the counter tighter, even harder. Your wife crouched down and pressed her fingers into my pussy, humming softly. "His bottom is almost out of your cervix, almost in your birth canal. Not much longer, sweetie. I know you can do it." She came back to me, held the oxygen to my mouth, and took my hand. My entire huge belly was yours to rub.

Hours passed again as I felt my tight pussy being stretched apart by the baby's bottom and legs at the same time. I screamed and immediately sucked in the oxygen. I had to push, moving my hips in pain. You looked down and smiled broadly at the sight. "Wow" You remarked. "You're about to burst, baby girl but you're doing it so well" You smiled at me. I propped my forearms on the counter and lowered my head a little. "It hurts so much" I moaned and tears fell. "Please mommy or daddy, pull him out of me." I begged with almost trembling lips. Katie stroked my huge belly. "You know it's not possible, sweetie" She smiled. "You have to push this baby out alone. We're counting on you." She giggled and squatted down again. She kissed my stomach and started to enjoy the bottom of my dick, which was only slightly protruding from my tight pussy. I pushed hard again and moved my nipple a little, the baby stretched me further and protruded more. I almost felt like I was going to burst. "It hurts so much... it hurts so much" I panted heavily again, I got the oxygen and pushed hard, I had to spread my legs wider. You took my nipple between your fingers and started twisting, rubbing, trying to do many things to distract me from the pain. Katie excitedly took her cell phone in her hand and recorded it from a close up. It was a very slow and difficult process, and my vagina had to stretch almost to the maximum. For a long time, the baby's body and legs were pushing out of me at the same time, then with a scream, the baby's legs popped out of me and my amniotic fluid squirted out. I was completely covered in sweat and milk, breathing in the oxygen. You watched the whole process. "Oh my huge son!" You reached over and touched my red pussy, and stroked the baby too.

When I looked down I couldn't see anything because of my huge belly. But I felt the baby almost halfway out of me. I took a deep breath and reached down a little to stroke it. When my next contraction started I moaned and my legs bent again. I squatted down a little, still holding onto the edge of the counter with one hand, while my hand was on my belly and squeezing it a little. "Arghhhh!" I screamed in pain and there was a big puddle of amniotic fluid under me. With the next contractions no matter how hard I tried, the baby just wouldn't come out. "No.. It's not moving... Please.. please help me!" I panted heavily. You shook your head and stroked my belly. "How tightly these babies can squeeze into you..." You shook your head and slid your hands around my waist. "Take a walk," my stepmother advised, and I nodded, taking a deep breath. With your help and my legs more spread than ever, I set off, the baby's torso and legs sticking out of me, but its head and arms were still stuck inside me. Of course, Katie was videotaping the whole time.

They find out to their horror that centaur pregnancies typically last 11 months and the head and torso of newborns tend to be around the size of human toddlers. By six months they look full term and they're starting to panic. There's no way they're going to be able to give birth to this thing! By nine months they can barely stand. Their huge belly hangs off their frame grotesquely. The baby's powerful kicks threaten to throw them completely off balance.

They go into labor at ten and a half months. At that point they can't stand and can barely sit up, trapped under their huge belly. The labor takes days, their body struggling to stretch open far enough for the giant baby. They can do nothing but cry and writhe through each contraction, unable to even roll over to try to ease the pressure. Finally they feel the undeniable urge to push. Several pushes yield no result, then finally they feel their opening begin to stretch around something hard. It burns and feels, wrong somehow. It doesn't feel like a head. Another agonizing push and they realize what it is. Hooves, of course the baby is coming feet first, like a horse. The hooves stretch them open unevenly, catching on their canal as they slide free. Another push and they suddenly feel something massive press against their hole. The head, It's coming at the same time as the legs. They push desperately and feel it begin to stretch their already filled opening. The head it huge and would be a struggle even if it wasn't trying to push through at the same time as the legs.

After and hour of agonizing pushing only a small bit of it is visible. They're so tired. Their hole burns already stretched taught before the head's even begun to crown. They lose track of time pushing until finally, with a desperate heave they bring the head to full crown. They shriek as their hole is stretched ridiculously far. They quiver and pant, lost in the horrible burning pain but too tired to push it farther. Finally with another shove the head pops free. They barely get any respite from the stretch though. The baby's shoulders bulge against their hole along with the knees of their horse legs. Together they're almost as wide as the head. They cry with exhaustion as they push them out only to be met with the real widest part of the baby, the junction between their human and horse body. It's essentially a second pair of shoulders, much wider then the first. They sob as it presses against their hole. They're so tired. It takes nearly another hour for them to reach to widest point and they stall there, quivering in pain, moaning through contractions as their body tries to get this thing out. They summon every remaining ounce of their strength and push, screaming as the shoulders finally burst out of them. One more weak push and the rest of the body slides out. They slump, exhausted and stare in disbelief at the thing that just came out of them.

Cervix Station

A Valiantremnant original

Pre-story notes: Have you ever driven through Nebraska to Colorado? If you haven't, let me set the stage for you. You have the interstate, a simple highway cutting through a vast empty expanse, and that's it. It's the only sign that humanity has ever existed. To quote James May, it's probably what the world looked like on page three of the book of Genesis. Exits are few and far between, and on more than one of them, the only thing at these exits is a single gas station, usually with no one there if it's after ten in the evening. As near as I can tell, it's the single most empty place to drive in the U.S., though I could be wrong. I found the isolation inspiring.

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Elizabeth sighed as she rubbed her eyes. Years ago, when they'd first come out, she never thought she'd ever consider buying an electric car, but now, the one she had, whisper quiet and with an actually decent auto-pilot? She could recline a bit and relax. It was a car from a smaller, start-up company called Conduit, which overall was a nice alternative to any of the big names in that field. So she was able to recline comfortably back in the driver's seat of her little Conduit Accel as it whirred down the interstate. The sun had set hours ago, and she was still only about halfway through the mostly empty state of Nebraska. She didn't know why it gotten such a bad reputation for smell, because even at nine months pregnant, bloodhound nose and all, Elizabeth could smell nothing out of the ordinary for vast expanses of farmland. "Eh, maybe it's seasonal," She decided as she adjusted herself in the seat. Just because she had more options to get comfortable in a car she didn't have to drive didn't mean that she was having any luck find a position that wasn't uncomfortable. And as she huffed as she readjusted herself, she felt another discomfort.

"Spill detected," The pleasant voice of the car intoned, letting her know that a liquid had been spilled on the floor of the vehicle. "Uhhh, no kidding," Liz said as she looked down. She'd been trying to find a way she could recline without the pressure of her still high belly aggravating her when a small shift, maybe a bump in the road, maybe just a little too much pressure from her seat belt, or maybe it was just time, but her water had broken, and was dripping and pooling under her on the seat. "Accel, where is the nearest hospital?" "Searching… searching… signal low… searching… Adam's Memorial Hospital is Approximately one hundred and ten miles from your present location. Would you like me to reroute? " "Shit… Accel, please reroute to that hospital." "Rerouting… Please note, that maximum range at this time is fifty-seven miles." "Goddamnit!" Liz shouted, shifting uncomfortably as she felt something massive seem to settle in her hips. Normally, she was pretty easy going, but prolonged discomfort would take the smile off of anyone. "Accel, is there a charging point on the way?" "Searching… signal low… searching… Eco Mart Service Station is located forty miles on the selected route." "Accel, go there." "Accepted." The car blinked it's signal and began exiting the interstate, headed to the service station.

Before she had gone more than ten miles, Liz had started having contractions. Her phone service had pretty much completely gone, and the car's autopilot was driving on it's own built in memory now. "Ohhhhhh goooooddddddd," She moaned as the car drove on, the speed never wavering by even a single mile. Soon, the empty night of the drive was interrupted by the faint glow ahead of the service station. The car expertly exited the highway and drove to the station. Liz slowly sat the seat up, gasping as she changed position and drove more pressure into her cervix. Gritting her teeth, she looked through tear streaked eyes until she saw the charging station. It wasn't much of one, a simple post with a card reader next to it. Elizabeth figured that a quick charge, maybe a half hour or so should get her enough of a charge to make it to the hospital. If there wasn't much range once she got there, she would deal with the problem then. Pulling up to the post, Liz turned off the car and got out, gasping as the full weight of the baby suddenly lurched down. She paused, turning to lean on the roof of the car, swaying her hips as the contraction peaked and released her. "Fucking hell, this is too fast," She panted, waddling over, her hips unaccustomed to the solid mass of a head nestled between them, and running her car through the reader. The Post lit up green and Liz grabbed the cable, popping the latch on the charging port on her car, plugging it in, and out of habit, flicking the trigger on the inside of the flap. As the car made a whirring and clicking noise, Liz froze and looked down with horror. Back at her apartment, she was in the habit of triggering the LockDown! setting to stop the kids in her building from unplugging it overnight. "No. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" She cried, wrapping her hand around the cable and tugging at it. It was no good, the car had locked itself around the cable. It wasn't going to release it.

Liz got into the car can turned on the onboard computer. "Come on, come on…" She muttered, flipping through settings, stopping as she had yet another contraction. This one drove the breath from her lungs, stopping her from doing anything other than hold a hand to her belly and freeze, waiting the contraction out. When it finally released her, she found the LockDown! settings. "Great, now let's see…" She said under her breath as she tapped release. She didn't hear anything. Frowning, Liz heaved herself out of the low slung car again, and checked the cable. Still locked in. Returning to the cabin, but this time just leaning in, Liz tapped the release again. Still nothing. "What the hell?" She shouted, climbing back in and tapping the release control yet again. This time, an error message scrolled across the screen, 'Sorry, the LockDown! feature cannot be manually disengaged until a minimum charge of seventy-five percent has been reached.' Liz looked at the battery indicator. It was pulsing red, with a disheartening fifteen percent next to it.

It was warm enough that sitting in the car while it was off was uncomfortable, so Elizabeth waddled back and forth across the small parking lot of the service station. It wasn't completely shut down, with the big monument sign blaring the name across the landscape in neon letters, and the yellow bulbs of the canopy over the gas pumps providing enough light to see her surroundings. Outside of the yellow circle of light however, it was blacker than her car's tires. She paced back and forth, huffing and groaning through contractions as they came. She had already checked her phone and found that she had no signal at all. There was a payphone, but the handset was missing from it, and regardless, not only did she not actually have any change in her car, she doubted the thing was still connected, even if it was in one piece. The station itself was also not an option, the doors were all locked and the only lights from within were from the coolers. A sign on the door said that it would be open by six in the morning, a good seven hours away at this point. So now Liz was laboring, alone, and unable to call for help in the middle of nowhere. As she stopped her pacing and bent over as another contraction took her breath away, she checked her phone. She couldn't call with it, but it still told her the time. eleven-thirty. On some level, it pleased her that her contractions were not only staying at five minutes apart, but that they were on tens and fives on the clock. On another level, she found it hard to be pleased by anything as she groaned loudly in the quiet night. She had been pacing for thirty minutes now, and had waddled back to the car to check the charging progress. The display lit up and cheerily displayed a heartbreaking twenty percent. She closed her eyes and ran through the numbers in her head. "So if it's been half an hour, added five percent… OW!" Liz was standing outside of the car and leaning in, resting her hands on the driver's seat, and the new position was not comfortable. Her legs buckled and she thrashed, working her way out of the car. Elizabeth twisted and landed hard on the ground, gasping as she impacted the loose gravel that had been carried over the old cracked asphalt. "OW! Holy fuck that hurt…" She whined, rubbing her belly. The contraction passed as quickly as any of the others had, and she slowly got herself back up. It felt like her tailbone was bruised, and she had to wipe dirt from her pants, which were still damp from her water breaking. Waddling over to one of the gas pumps, she got a squirt of hand sanitizer from the only dispenser that had any in it and wiped her hands dry on a paper towel from one of the window washing buckets. "Right… so if I got five percent in a half hour… It's going to be damn near six before I can get out of here!" She complained, working the numbers out.

"HUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Liz screamed an hour later. She'd resigned herself to laboring here until her car would unlock. She made a note to talk to someone at Conduit, and see if she could convince them to change the LockDown! programming. But until then, she just paced back and forth, stopping only to scream her way through contractions. If nothing else, maybe she could get the attention of someone. Unfortunately, Elizabeth didn't think that was likely, since she hadn't seen a car since she'd pulled off the interstate two hours ago. So she paced, shouted and every few contractions, would check the charge level of the car. It was steadily creeping up, and she resolved to look at it less frequently, as she felt that every minute she could cut the charge time short on the Accel mattered. The contraction timing app on her phone had told her more than once that she should head to the hospital, and she had nearly thrown the damn thing into a field as a result. She knew she should be at a hospital, and if her brain hadn't been so fogged from her contractions, she might have gotten there by now. "Oh god, here comes another one… HUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH! AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" On and on her contractions went, never speeding up, but the pressure was getting worse. She had been leaking more and more amniotic fluid as she went, and every now and then would check the color. It was still pretty much clear, with light pink tinges through it. From the little she knew of birth, she assumed that meant nothing was wrong. At least it wasn't green. The temperature had gone up slightly, but fortunately it was still dry. Liz had a bottle of water in her car, but had been rationing it. She didn't know how long she would be laboring for, and didn't want to run out before she had a chance to get to a hospital. She had just paced to the far edge of the service station's parking lot and was howling her way through another contraction when she heard something. Something that sent a blade of ice into her heart.

'AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' Liz felt her blood run cold as she heard the animalistic howl. She'd heard it on tv many times, but only once or twice in real life. It was a wolf. And it sounded close. "Oh god," She whimpered, "Oh god oh god oh godddd." Her panicked rambling cut off as she felt another contraction. "HUUUAAAAAAnnnnngnggggggggmph," She groaned, clamping a hand over her mouth and stifling the howling screaming she had been doing, the sound that had probably alerted the predator. When the contraction ended, she removed her hand, her breath sounding loud and rasping in her ears as she gulped in air. "Maybe… maybe it's far away," She muttered to herself, feeling shaky from fear. She looked back and forth, and had just started turning to head back to her car when something caught her eye. Freezing, she slowly turned to look. Flicking her eyes back and forth, she tried to pick out what had caught her attention, but didn't see anything at first. Then, just beyond the glow of the service station lights, she saw a bright point of light. Two bright points, actually. Ones that never wavered, or moved. She looked at the glowing dots until they flicked, as if a pair of flashlights were turned off and on quickly. She blinked in surprise, and went numb as she realized. The dots didn't flicker. The EYES had BLINKED.

Elizabeth could remember what she had learned when she was younger about what to do if she saw a wolf. Afterward, she berated herself for her actions, remembering that she should ahve waved her arms, gotten loud and backed away slowly. What she actually did was stumble backwards, landing hard on her back and desperately scrambled to her feet, running for her car. She heard a deafening barking and snarling behind her, and she half waddled, half ran to her car, opening the door and scrambling in as fast as she could, slamming the door shut behind her, panting heavily. In the light of the canopy, she could see the wolf, for it was a wolf, slowing and howling in frustration. She heard it through the closed door of the car, and, more chillingly, heard answering howls. She began sobbing, regardless of the knowledge that there was no way a wolf could get to her in the car, terrified. She had been so close to… she didn't want to think about it. She collapsed against the steering wheel, her lungs hurting from her fear and her frightened crying. She didn't know how long she sat like that before she felt the next contraction. "Oh…. AH! OWWWWWW! OH GOD!" She howled, wincing at how much louder her voice seemed to be in the enclosed space. Liz had gotten a short break from the contractions as she raced to the safety of her car, but no more. They had returned, and seemed even stronger for it. The came faster now, and she could swear she could feel her hips splitting apart.

"I just want to get ouuuuuttt!" Elizabeth cried a number of contractions later. The wolves, the first had been joined by a few others had kept trotting around the parking lot, keeping Liz trapped in her car. Her back was on fire, being force to sit in her car's seat this entire time. She had tried reclining the seat, but with the car off, she couldn't move the thing, and she found that as long as the car was plugged in, she couldn't recline it. The only features she could access were some basic settings and the charger indicator. She was sitting at fifty percent now, more than enough to reach the hospital, but still not enough to let the LockDown! feature disengage. So for now, she tried to labor in the bucket seat of the car she was now regretting buying. As each contraction came, she let herself scream as she put one hand on a door and the other on the center console, trying to lift herself up. Getting her hips free of the seat almost felt like giving them room to spread apart, which felt awful, but better than staying immobile. As each contraction ended and she would gingerly lower herself back into the seat, Liz would rock back and forth, trying to ease her back. It slightly helped, but the seat, which had once felt soft and comfortable now felt as unyielding as a metal folding chair. As difficult as dealing with all of that was, Liz felt like she could have handled it if it weren't for one problem. It was getting warm. With the AC off in the car, the windows were quickly fogging up as she labored, sweat pouring off of her as she panted. The air felt thick and smelled stale, the salty scents of her sweat, the heady musk of amniotic fluid, and some sort of earthy smell she couldn't place.

It got to the point where she had to take her blouse off, the long sleeved shirt proving to be too warm for what she was doing. And by now, the fog on the windows would have hidden her from view anyway. She checked the charge level, and was surprised to see that it was nearly at sixty percent. She considered putting the AC on, but felt that she was close enough to a full charge that she could last until it was time to unplug and head for the hospital. She could make it… she could make it… She could. "HUUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRGGGNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed, the full throated vocalization trailing off into a prolonged whining grunt as she felt something seem to slam into her cervix. All of a sudden, she felt like she was sitting on a bowling ball and she panicked. Was that the head? Was it out? She reached down and felt through her pants, but didn't feel anything. She knew her pants would be a problem, but she couldn't even bear to bring herself to think of that right at this second. All she knew was that she had finally felt an urge to push. Unlike from all of the videos and classes she'd taken, it wasn't a mild urge, one that would build over time. This one felt as unstoppable as her heartbeat. She was certain that not pushing would kill her if she tried to resist. Doing her best to hold her butt off of the seat below her, Elizabeth gave in, pushing as hard as she could.

"NNNYYYYAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!" She screamed a few contractions later. Each contraction, Liz would start by taking a deep breath, as if she were about to dive underwater, haul her body up off of the seat to give everything room, and would push. But after only a few rounds of pushing like that, she began to grow light headed and was feeling dizzy from holding her breath. Now she held nothing back, screaming until her throat felt raw, her ears ringing at the painfully loud noises she made that were trapped by the car. Her forearms felt bruised from the strain she put on them to keep her swollen frame up, but there were nothing compared to the vile stretching she felt within. The head moved down so slowly, it was like watching molasses drip into a new jar. Each inch of progress was hard won, and each little victory came with a stretching that felt like a thousand ants biting her vagina. She reached down and her eyes widened. Her pants were still on, high waisted maternity leggings. With her blouse off, Liz could at least grab the waistband without any trouble, but doing so meant she had to let herself sag back into the seat. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh GOD! OW!" She screamed as she attempted to gingerly lower herself back into the seat to get the leggings off. The head was low enough now that moving down at all felt like she was shoving a bowling ball up her vagina. She frantically tugged at the uppermost portion of the high belly band of her leggings, but had to quickly shove herself back off of the seat as she began seeing stars from the pain. Before she could recover, she felt another contraction crushing her belly. "HoooooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH! HHHHUUUUUAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Liz's jaw hurt from how hard she was clenching, certain that if she held it for much longer she might break a tooth. Just as she ran out of the strength to continue the push, the contraction left her, and she sagged, her shoulders hunched and digging into her neck as she slumped as best as she could while not fully sitting.

"Gotta… get… them… off!" Elizabeth grunted, and began shuffling her legs. Liz moved her legs, trying to hook one sleeve on the bottom of her shoe and pull it down, but every time it caught and tugged a bit, it would slip off. She began to feel the same sort of frustration she would if she had to use the bathroom, or was too hot while driving. A sort of trapped hopelessness that was made worse by her entire situation. She was trapped in this parking lot, trapped in her car, and now she was trapped in her own pants. She began to cry, each hitching whimper aching her already overworked belly, a sensation that got worse as she contracted. "No…. no why? HAGH! HNNNNNGGGGGGGG….." She pushed, and felt burning in her crotch. She couldn't free one of her hands to check, but she could tell. Her vagina was beginning to bulge out. But even as she felt it, the burning subsided, and she shuddered as she could feel her vagina relaxing back again, the delicate folds catching on the now seemingly rough material of the leggings. As the contraction ebbed, Liz let her head fall back onto the seat. She winced as the clip holding her brunette hair back poked at her head as she did so. She wanted to reach up to pull the offending accessory out, but was still too afraid to move one of her hands to do so. She reluctantly raised her head back up, letting it fall forward towards her chest, gazing through tear streaked eyes at her heaving belly. She wanted to do nothing more than to rub soothing circles on it, to ease the knots building in it, but all she could do was look at herself, wondering how things could have come to this.

"Battery, seventy percent charged," The Accel's voice said pleasantly in Liz's ear. She groaned. The car was so close to being ready. Another half hour and she could be on her way to the hospital, on her way to help… if only she could get out of the car to unplug it when it was time. At this point, Liz could no longer see or hear anything outside of the car, though that could be because the window was too fogged up to see anything at all. But even if she knew it was completely safe to exit, she no longer believed she was able to do so. Her arms were trembling, locked in position, holding her body off of the seat as she endured and pushed through contraction after contraction. If felt as if the baby were trying to get around a corner, and she knew that once it made it, the rest of the birth would be fast. "HUUUAAAAAAAAAA! AH, AH, AH… AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!" The ringing in her ears was constant now, but she couldn't stop herself from vocalizing with every contraction at this point. It felt like the baby's head was wobbling, tilting back and forth in her pelvis, but no matter how hard she pushed, it wouldn't stay in the center. She didn't know how else to visualize the feeling, but she could also tell that with each push, it seemed to be wobbling less and less, getting closer and closer to a center. And with this push, she made it. The head seemed to balance, sitting so, so low in her birth canal, that it felt like she could sneeze and it would come out. But what she felt wasn't a sneeze. What she felt building was raw, primal, and beyond anything she had ever felt before, or even thought her body capable of. The next contraction brought with it, not an urge to push, but an instruction, an undeniable DEMAND that she push.

"HuuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! HNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" Elizabeth howled into confines of her car. She could barely hear herself as she… she wasn't pushing. She was pushing. Everything she was, was devoted to the single effort. The pressure was so intense she felt like her belly might simply crush down into nothing, her baby expelled instantly. But it didn't happen like that. The sturdy, comfortable leggings she had practically lived in for the last month or so caught and slowed it. Her single mammoth effort brought the baby down from her cervix to nearly a full crown in a matter of seconds, stretching so fast that the burning she felt was indescribable. But even worse than that was the feeling of impotence. No matter how hard she pushed, the leggings resisted and pushed back at her. She could feel the stretchy material pulling tighter and tighter around her hips as the head bulged out, farther, and farther. She could feel that she was close… But as the contraction ended after an eternity of pushing and screaming, her uterus eased, and she gagged, feeling nearly nauseous as she felt the head slowly pushed back in by her leggings. "No! NO! OH GOD PLEASE NO!" She sobbed as she felt her progress lost just as quickly as it was made. More than ever, she wanted to pull the waistband down. As the head seemed to fully retreat, Liz sobbed. She had no choice. The leggings simply HAD to be removed. She slowly, SLOWLY lowered herself to the seat, shaking and nearly hyperventilating at the sensation. She knew the head had gone back in, but it felt like she was sitting on it. Liz panted as she grabbed at her waistband with shaking fingers. SHe had to move fast!

She had no more than started her work, when the next contraction ripped into her much, much faster than it should have. Elizabeth writhed, but found moving unbearable as the same, overwhelming push possessed her again and drove the head down. "OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Elizabeth could feel the head grinding down, crushing her perineum flat against the seat as she squirmed, trying to make room. The sensation of sitting on the head grew worse, and she bucked, trying to get enough leverage with her legs to lift herself. The feeling of her legs moving even a fraction of an inch tighter made everything worse, and she felt her body sag back down, her womb reacting violently to the sudden push against her efforts and drove down harder. Howling, Liz made one final attempt to shove her leggings down, but abandoned it quickly and scrabbled for the console, trying to heave herself up once again. Before she could, the contraction faded as soon as it had arrived, and she collapsed, sobbing. The pain from that single contraction had been worse than the rest of her labor combined. She would rather go through another twenty hours of her earlier contractions than suffer another one like that. Liz could barely see through the tears, but she didn't need to in order to find the console with her right hand and push herself back upright. Her shoulders burned and were stiff from the effort, but she had no other options. She was still sobbing when the next contraction took her, no more than thirty seconds after the last one. She pushed furiously along, or tried to add her conscious effort to the tidal wave of a push that ripped through her, as she felt the head blasting down yet again, slowing as it stretched the material of her leggings. She grit her teeth so hard her head was trembling at her efforts while she pushed. She put so much effort into the push that she couldn't even breathe. When the contraction finally let up, she was seeing stars from not breathing for so long, the baby kicking in protest at the lack of oxygen. The frantic thrashing in her belly made all the worse from how sore it was from all of her contractions. But her silence had let her hear something glorious. As the head slowly retreated, pushed along by her leggings, she could hear strands snapping. Only a few at first, but soon she could hear the sound of dozens of strands popping and failing.

"One… more…. HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Liz screamed as the next contraction drove into her like a truck. The head, which had only barely begun to retreat was thrust forward again. This time, she could feel the head shoved forwards with the contraction, the head pushing through to a full crown in seconds. Up until that point, Elizabeth had assumed that the contraction she had spent half collapsed while she fought her leggings was the most painful thing she could have experienced. She was wrong. The head sat, keeping her lips open wide. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! GET….. OUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTT!" She bellowed, and her hips bucked, The motion was so violent, she felt her belly collide with the steering wheel, and she nearly let go with one hand to clutch at the impact, only keeping her upright position by the barest remaining will she had left. As she thrashed, she felt the head, mercifully, burst through, soaking her leggings with a small flood of fluids from her vagina. "Oh my god! Oh…. ohhhhhhhhh. Oh my baby," She wept, shuddering as she felt the body turning inside her own. The next contraction seemed to lack the sheer intensity and power of the last few she had felt, but it still shoved the rest of the baby out, and as soon as she felt the legs come free, she collapsed, sitting in a puddle of her own fluids as she frantically pulled the waistband down, pulling her baby free. "I got you… I got you baby… oh my baby…" Liz cried as she held her son for the first time.