#gnpreg

"C'mon, you can give me little pushes, right? Just liiittle pushes, like this- ah, ah, ah. Yeah, just like that, there we go."

"Shh, shh... It hurts, I know. But you're screaming a lot already, and you're not even crowning."

"Keep going, small pushes, ease the head out."

"It's coming out so slowly, I know. But you need to be gentle, you'll tear if you're not careful..."

"Look at that, now you're crowning! Reach down and feel how big the head is. You'll need to rest, let your body adjust."

"No, don't push- *stop* pushing, let yourself stretch... Pant like this, huff huff huff... Pant it out..."

"I know, it's so much pressure... you're still going? You need to push that bad, hm?"

"See? There's something to scream about... I said you were going to tear, and you didn't listen to me."

"But look, the head is out... I know, that hurt a lot, didn't it?"

his slave is almost full term with five babies when a sixth pops up. the magic speeds up its development to match its half-siblings (to prevent any complications from having babies at different stages crowded into one womb). the slave watches with dread as their already massive belly visibly swells even more. they're already so full that they can barely walk, and everything hurts, they have no idea how they're going to handle even a few weeks with an additional baby weighing them down.

they manage to drag themself to their master when he gets home and fall to their knees in front of him, begging him not to have any more unprotected sex, just until these babies come out, please. but he just sneers and dismisses them, telling them that he paid too much money for them to complain about doing the job he bought them for.

the slave goes into labor a few weeks later. it's their first birth (almost definitely not their last, but they're consciously choosing not to worry about that right now), so it's long and agonizing. they spend days groaning their way through contractions and desperate to just get this all over with. the master's personal healer is acting as their midwife, but she has other things to do and only occasionally checks in, leaving the slave to labor on their own.

finally they're dilated enough to push, and even through the pain of each baby stretching them out they feel relief that this is almost over. these babies are finally coming out of them. they're exhausted by the time the fifth one slips out of them, but they just have one more to go.

then, they feel it again. their belly swelling up with another transplanted baby. they scream in frustration. wonder why their master is choosing now, of all times, to do this. if he'd waited even one more day, the baby would have transplanted as a newly conceived fetus and they'd have at least a few weeks before they'd feel it, but the sixth baby they have yet to push out forces the new fetus to full term. their horror mounts as their belly swells again only seconds later. what is their master even doing right now?

they can't help but sob at the pressure of one of the babies descending into their birth canal. they'd been so close to this all being over. now they somehow have to stretch the scrap of energy they'd saved for pushing out the last baby across three of them. they're exhausted and sore, but they have no choice but to just keep pushing.

oh god i'm so full-

it's coming OUT!!!

i feel it stretching, oh my god, i'm stretching!

it burns so bad!!

it's so BIG!

i don't think it'll fit, it won't fit, it's not gonna fit, please help me, it won't fit-

why does it keep going back in???

i think it's stuck...

is it crowning yet? what do you mean NO?

PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOOPPPP!

get it OUT OF ME!

pull it out!!!