#laboring

On the morning of your scheduled C-section, you woke up with a pain in your back, towards the base of your spine. It was nothing too out of the ordinary since you were carrying seven very large, at-term babies, but coupled with the on-and-off contractions from the night previous, you were just glad you were heading to the hospital that day. You got out of bed with a little chill; it had been getting cold these days and you fluffy robe didn't even manage to cover any of your oversized, oblong stomach anymore.

Waddling into the bathroom to relieve yourself, you took a little breath and whined; the pain was only getting worse and you thought to wake your husband up early so you could start making your way to the hospital. When you were just about to brush your teeth, you looked out the window and realized you couldn't see into the neighbor's yard like you always could. In fact, you couldn't see hardly anything at all because of the falling snow.

Dropping the toothbrush and forgetting it altogether, you rushed as much as your large form would take you to wake up your husband. "Honey! Wake up..!"

Sure enough, when the two of you made it out towards the front of the house to inspect the driveway and the roads... You were completely snowed in. No one was coming or going and there was no way an ambulance was going to make it to the house while this blizzard was raging on.

"Ow..!" You yelped as your clutched the side of your stomach, your knees buckling under you as the pain of your latest contraction told ahold of you. Thankfully your husband was right there by your side to catch you and help you lean against the closest sturdy surface. "I think... I think the babies-- they aren't going to wait," you told him.

You and your husband were in no way, shape, or form, even moderately prepared to deliver one baby-- let alone seven. You had gone to Lamaze classes together but with a C-section in the plans, neither one of you had bothered to learn anything about natural birth.

You paled at the thought of pushing out seven babies with absolutely no anesthesia or an epidural. There wasn't even a way for a doctor to do a episiotomy to have the babies come through easier.

You were physically on your own when it came to delivering these babies into the world.

Your husband attempted to call 9-1-1 to at least alert of them of what was happening and possibly get medical advice over the phone but the blizzard raging on outside had the phone lines down. You both were just grateful to have electricity and access to hot water.

"I... I need to lie down," you cried, and your husband helped you to waddle your way back to the bedroom. Halfway there, another contraction gripped your stomach with a vice-like pressure that had you forcing out a painful howl. A torrent of fluid gushed out from between your legs and made an absolute mess on the hardwood floors. "O-oh... Oh, fuck-- th-they.. They're really coming..!"

"Let's go, love; let's get you back into bed and I'll look." Your husband tried to remain calm as he guided you into bed and helped you take off your robe. When you laid down, he took off your panties and gasped at the sight before him. He told you that you were dilating and there was already a mass bulging out your sex. When he pushed a few fingers into you, he gasped again. "Sweetheart, I think I can feel the first one!"

Tears ran down your cheeks at the realization as you looked up at your husband. He was trying his best to remain calm for your sake but you could tell he was just as scared as you were. The contractions were practically one on top of another, and the pains were becoming even more intense.

Sobbing out loud, you grasped at the bedsheets beneath you and it felt like you were opening up from the inside out. "Ohh, f-fuck..!" you yelled, feeling a burning sensation between your legs. The first baby had entered your birth canal and was fully engaged. Your body told you to push and with the next painful contraction, you did exactly that.

You let out a low, guttural moan as you pushed with all of your strength, your large tits bouncing up and down the large globe of your belly as you shook. You felt like you were being split apart and this was only the first of seven whopping babies.

"Oh g-god... I don't think I can do this..!" you cried out, falling back against the bed after the apex of your contraction ended. You reached down between your legs to feel for yourself but you hadn't yet made any progress. According to your husband, the baby wasn't even crowning.

With another sob, you thrashed your head back and forth, shaking your head as if you were literally refusing to go through with this. Unfortunately you had no choice. In fact, the next contraction was even more intense that it took you by surprise.

With legs spread apart wide, you reached up and grasp the backs of your knees and bore down with everything that you have. The shape of your ballooning belly shifted as you pushed, and that unimaginable burn comes back in full force.

"The baby! I can-- I can see the first baby..!" your husband announced. He rubbed your overly-stretched labia to ease your pain to no avail. This time you're able to get the baby to at least a full crown before falling back on the bed again, your chest heaving with dramatic breaths.

You're a sweaty mess, hair matting to the side of your face and your giant tits were freely leaking milk down your body. As much as you wanted to deny this and get your C-section, you were made to do this. You didn't have a choice.

You sobbed as your cunt squeezed around your newborn's wide head, it feeling impossibly large. You remembered your GYN telling you at your last appointment that each baby easily weighed nine to ten pounds but from the intense feeling between your legs you begged to differ; the baby was definitely much larger.

Another vicious contraction mounted and you had no choice but to bear down and push again, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks as you curled in on yourself as much as your inflated body allowed.

"Just a little more-- don't stop pushing, baby..!" Your husband cheers you on and you wish you could punch him in the face. You were doing all of the hard work over here and you were the one in excruciating pain. You pushed for as long as you could and suddenly-- it taking you by surprise-- the widest part of the head came and it felt like you were being split in half.

With a shrill, high-pitched scream, you bucked your hips up and your first baby's head shot out of you. You could feel your tender cunt lips gaping around the baby's thick neck but it's a much needed reprieve for you now that the head isn't lodged inside of you. "Oh, fuck... F-fuck, fuck," you cried, your chest still heaving with breaths. You can feel your husband caressing your abused sex, lifting the baby's head where it dangled between your legs.

Your husband looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. "They're so beautiful, sweetheart. You're doing such an amazing job--" he told you.

Although his sentiment is sweet and you adored the fact that he already loved this baby so much and they aren't even fully birthed yet, his kind words did nothing to alleviate your contractions or your discomfort. You can't even begin to think about the fact that you still have to do this six more times.

You decided to breathe through the next contraction, your body still not recovered from birthing the large baby's head. It would take a lot of strength to push the rest of the baby out and you could already feel their large, stocky shoulders filling you up and stretching.

"Pl-please..." you pleaded with your husband, "I-- I want a C-section, please... Please cut them out of me..."

Just as your husband opened his mouth to reply, another contraction seized your whole being and you groaned. You pushed yourself up with your arms into a vague sitting position, bearing down to push out the baby's shoulders. You could feel the overgrown newborn's thick shoulder pressing right up against your most sensitive spots an as you pushed, pleasure and pain mixed together to create an indescribable feeling.

As your screams crescendoed, the baby's shoulders were finally pushed through. The baby dangled there for a moment before your husband carefully pulled it out the rest of the way. You whined at the sensation and when the baby was finally pulled from you, your stretched cunt gaped around nothing.

Your husband's voice sounded far away as you lulled between states of consciousness and it wasn't until you felt a heavy weight on your chest that you lifted your head from the sweat-soaked pillow and noticed the squalling baby. "It's a girl," your husband told you with tears in his eyes.

The little girl wasn't very little at all; she was at least 23 inches long and easily weighed 11 lbs. She was flailing with the strength that was rare to see in newborns but then again most newborns weren't as large as her.

"O-oh my god, I-I can't believe I..." you started to speak, your husband moving to help you sit up so you could properly hold your new daughter against your chest.

Just as you turned your head to look up at your husband, a familiar pain gripped your insides. You winced and your stomach contorted under the pressure. Unable to speak because of the pain, you motioned for your husband to take your daughter you'd only just met so you could begin pushing her newest sibling into the world.

You had heard that in the case of multiples, once the first baby was born usually the others came along a little easier since the first was usually the biggest. As you strained to push the second baby through your birth canal you wanted to choke whoever spread that load of bullshit.

The baby that had lowered themself into your birth canal and was forcing you open from the inside out felt either as big as their older sister, if not even larger. "I... I can't..!" you cried as your cunt bloomed ungracefully around the baby.

"You can..!" Your husband continued to cheer you on, moving back between your legs while still holding onto the baby. "O-oh..! Oh, shit..."

Your husband's tone alerted you immediately and you looked down between your legs, anxious to see what was wrong. "What-- What is it..?!" you asked as another contraction came over you and you pushed weakly.

Feeling your husband's fingers against your aching sex, you felt a tug from within you. "It's a foot..!" Another tug as you realized then that your second baby was breech.

The next thirty minutes consisted of you pushing to the best of you ability and your husband uselessly attempting to help pull the baby out but it didn't seem possible without hurting the baby. You were on your own with this one. You had managed to get both feet delivered but your newest son apparently had a thick body that proved extremely difficult to deliver. Little by little you had managed to get your second baby half-way out but the progress was far too slow for your liking or your waning energy.

You could feel the other babies shifting in your womb, all of them impatient to make their appearances as well. You could already feel a third baby settling low in your womb, surely hot on the feet-- or head-- of the baby previous.

"N-no, no, no, no, noooo," you sobbed. Your husband had placed your firstborn into a bassinet and had taken his place behind you, holding you up for support so you could better push. Unfortunately it only did very little to help as you babies were just too big and too many to be pushed out naturally with no medicine or help whatsoever.

"You're doing amazing, baby-- pushing my babies out so well..." Your husband cooed in your ear as he massaged your tits. The stimulation helped to take the edge off and you would take anything at this point.

Another four agonizing pushes later and the baby's body was fully free. Your husband had set up your full-length mirror at the foot of your bed so you could both see your babies being delivered. When you peered between your legs, your suspicions were confirmed-- your son was even bigger than his older sister.

"I ne-need your help getting the head out... I'm so tired," you complained, your head lulling to the side. It had been more than an hour since you'd started pushing and you hadn't even managed to deliver the first two of your large brood.

When your husband moved back between your legs, he wedged a couple of fingers into your vagina. The added width made your already stretched, sensitive flesh burn even further and you clenched around him and your baby as a knee-jerk reaction. "H-hurts... hurts, hurts," you cried.

Your husband just gently shushed you, using his free hand to rub your swollen belly. "I know, baby, but I gotta make sure the cord's not around the baby's neck. Just bear with me for a little..."

The baby would wait for no one and as another contraction mounted, you were forced to push even with your husband's fingers inside of you. Very slowly the baby's features appeared from behind your over-stretched lips. First its chin, its lips, its nose, and then the rest of its head shot out with a gush of fluid. You wailed the entire time, your body trembling with aftershocks of the pain even as the baby was expelled from you.

"This one's even bigger," your husband said with an astonished voice. He told you that this one was at least thirteen pounds and measured longer than his sister.

Like you had suspected moments ago, you could feel your third baby settling into your birth canal. You knew you weren't going to have very much time to rest before your body was demanding that you push out yet another baby. You had barely caught your breath when you felt the large head of your next baby fully engaged. You supposed you were at least grateful that this one was positioned correctly.

Your back was aching from having delivered two babies already and you pleaded with your husband to help you move to sit on the edge of the bed and labor that way. With each foot placed firmly on the floor, you arched your back and let out another guttural moan. Your large sphere of a belly jutted out, obscuring your husband's viewpoint of your stretching cunt. It helped only vaguely to labor in this way; this baby was quite large as well.

"Ugh, th-this is one c-coming alreadyyy..!" you moaned, throwing your head back as you pushed. Having spent so much time delivering the first two, your strength was nearly depleting and your pushes were much weaker. It made progress come to a full standstill with your heavy baby just sitting right at the entrance of your sore cunt. If pushing out two had already made you so tired, you didn't know how you were going to get all seven out. You were afraid you were going to be pregnant forever, doomed to spend the rest of your days trying to push your large babies out.

You sobbed in pain as wave after wave of contractions came over you, your sore cunt throbbing. The head was so big and you could feel your sex bulging yet again as your body urged you to push. Adrenaline gave you strength from somewhere unknown and you gave into your physical instincts, pushing and bearing down on your child like a whelping bitch.

Your husband urged you to lean back further and pushed your legs apart so he could get a better look and gasped. "Oh, sweetheart-- the baby's already crowning. You're doing so well..!" he said, almost amazed that this one was seemingly coming out so easily.

Squirming where you sat, you were forced to push again and you could feel the burning sensation in your cunt intensify. You felt helpless as your womb clenched down, forcing your babies out from their overstayed welcome.

With a gush of fluid and blood, the head shot out and you screamed at the top of your lungs. As much as you wanted to close your legs and stop hell from continuing, you couldn't. The descending baby forced your legs apart and your body was no longer your own. You were a baby factory meant only to bring your babies into the world. The pain was too much for you and as contractions gripped your belly and tried to push your babies out, you couldn't muster up the strength to actually push.

When the baby managed to lower itself enough for your husband to pull it the rest of the way out, you let out another cry before fully passing out from the extreme exertion and pain.

Luka watched Marinette wince for what had to be the 5th time that hour.

"Melody, are you alright? You keep tensing." Luka asked worriedly.

Marinette let out a slow breath. "I'm having contractions but they've been inconsistent."

Luka jumped in alarm. "Are you sure? Have you been timing them?"

Marinette gave him a reprimanding look. "I'm sure. They've been on and off, irregular, all day. Although the last few might be more frequent."

Luka eagerly pulled out his phone and kept time with her while she breathed. Consistently around 5 minutes each time. They looked at each other excitedly. The baby would be coming soon.

When the contractions had gotten stronger, they grabbed the packed bags and went to the hospital.

She was quickly checked in and told she was progressing well. When the doctor had cheerfully said it could be a few hours still, Marinette had paled a little.

As they waited and Marinette labored, they walked the halls of the labor floor. Luka sang to her as they walked, trying to soothe her as best he could. When a particularly strong contraction made her knees buckle, Luka caught her with practiced ease.

"I've got you." He assured as he helped her back to the room.

Marinette melted as she watched Luka hold their son for the first time, crooning sweetly. She sighed happily as the exhaustion settled in. "I love you Luka."