She rested against the counter, the dried fibers of a half eaten date between her fingers, and providing a perch for her body was the round of a greatly pregnant belly that poked through the window of her cart. I couldn’t imagine the inside of the cart to be incredibly spacious, I wondered how it was possible for such a woman to be inside of the cart

I hadn't realized how close I had gotten to her while observing her products, and right before me was her chest. Her gigantic breasts sat against either side of her belly, casually covered by loose purple fabric that drew their full teardrop shape closely.

“Um… Ah… Melons.” I spit out. A cringe crept around the corner of my lips.

The woman chuckled, amused watching the movements of my face. “Melons? I have a few” She replied without any ounce of offense taken. She set her date down, and held her belly in place as she huffed, pulling a variety in a wooden bin from behind her. Her eyes dropped as she found a crate of fruit behind her, 

“The rain's have been plentiful. These may be overripe…” Her fingers drew closer across the wooden counter towards the reptile-like skin of the cantaloupe between us. Even as she brought them out I could smell the fruit from within. They shined among every other product on display. 

“That shouldn’t be a problem. What’s wrong with overripe melons?”

“These plants bore their fruit too soon. Pollinators are scared away by the burgeoning melons that grow on the vine, hiding away the other flowers on the plant.” Her eyes drifted from the fruit. A hand subconsciously drew across the stretched fabric of her dress. She grounded herself to the touch against her unborn child.

“They grew much further than the capacity of their skin. The flesh is taut, the flesh may be juicy, but at a cost of the fruit's body. It's more than that poor skin can contain. How much  more could that fruit take… Nobody can tell for sure…”

The merchant shrugged, the gaze from her sharp eyes narrowed onto me, watching with intention. Her fingers seemed to barely hover over the loose clothes covering her heavily distended midsection. Her tone hid feelings of longing melancholy, one that felt especially unusual for an expecting mother.  Whatever her background was I knew she wasn't just talking about fruit. 

A flick of her fingernail sent a crevice snapping throughout the entire rind of the melon, loud enough to make me flinch. 

“Pop.” She cooed playfully. The flesh parted on the inside was engorged freshness, juices dripping onto the table in front of us. She gestured towards the exposed section of fruit before me. “Have a taste.”

My emaciated body could not hold back any longer. The crisp flesh yielded under the most bare pressure of my tongue. I was slurping the fruit down voraciously. The flesh was sweet and nourishing. The cart owner looked down at me with curiosity and stroked her stomach gently, watching with enough intent to make me self conscious. 

“Please forgive me. I’ve never had anything like this before.” A smile turned to soft laughter as the merchant watched me, amused. I'd never thought twice about the concept of pregnancy, it had felt so far from my life. Her fertility was right in front of me on full display. The way her clothing hugged her growing body, how she had to maneuver around her large bump only intrigued me more. While I was surrounded by the bounties of nature, the shop owner carried her own. 

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.” She nodded. 

“How much for the melon?” I asked, attempting to hide these overwhelming emotions behind my coin shack. She waved her hand. “Take as much as you’d like. I’m not sure if I’ll find somebody with your perspective.” The space between our words was palpable. I felt regret, witnessing such an ephemeral beauty pass me by in real time.

“Thank you, miss. I hope I can repay you soon. May I know your name?” 

“Isme.” she extended a hand. It was natural for a merchant and a customer to exchange a handshake. But as mine were embraced by her especially large hands there was a line that was crossed. Our hands lingered a second longer, interrupted by another shopper that lined up behind me. 

“Might we be reacquainted soon.” She pointed towards the field on the outskirts of town in their magnificent display of the entire spectrum of colors. The sun started to go down as I brought my arm full of fruit to the inn. The air was looking to be much warmer than anticipated with a subtle scent of flowers beginning to waft through the air. 

~

Night fell as I rested in front of the long day ahead of me. My stomach is as full as it could be. I rolled in my bed with the thoughts of Isme clouding my mind. The scent of cherry blossoms began to waft into my room even stronger now. I had a moment of peace before the commotion came in. The lobby filled up immediately, not one person had come in alone and their partners for the night were draped over each other’s arms. 

On the first floor the scent of sweet pollen hit me like a tsunami, the experience dazed me to lose my footing under me as the embers of desire began to ignite within me. My heart began to race, I felt needy for attention, the touch of another human being. But none of the people who had filled into the lobby could satiate the craving I had developed in the day.

The sound of pollinators buzzing through the skyline with their gentle symbiosis. Not a fig wasp nor moth moved with any aggression. The smell of nectar wafted intensely into the air. Lines wrapped around the pubs and brothels alike. The silhouette of opened windows behind curtains echoed passionate sounds of pleasure where couples were clearly making love. Strangers would seemingly pass each other in the street and disappear into the inns and alleyways only to emerge from them minutes later. 

The scent of nectar was overwhelming now. Into my sinuses and directly into my brain that felt like it was melting. My heart began to race. It was as if my peripherals were highlighted in a pink hue. There was something in the air, literally and metaphorically. In the sweet miasma there was a lust catalyzing hysteria, and I was also a victim.

“Haa… Haa…” my lust was verbal now. It was even hard to control my motor function. Even the rubbing from my underwear was overwhelming. My erection was twitching in my pants. From our short interaction she was the only thing on my mind. Nobody had ever left an impression on me as she did. I retraced my steps into the dark inn where people were attached to their lovers along the walls. The sounds of pleasure echoed further into the alleyway as I pursued the location of the fruit cart. 

The cart was gone, and in my lust driven daze I felt deep regret as I saw the fruit cart gone from its morning location. I had missed my opportunity, and I may never see a woman like Isme again. How long would it be before I devolved into a horny monkey.

“You made it, traveler.” 

The sight before me filled me with a primal sense of purpose. She dawned the same color violet fabrics, though far less draped over her bronze skin. Two pieces of clothing were held together by a  couple of thin gold bands supported by her dramatically distended stomach at the center of her torso that were at my eye level.  Her stomach distended far past her hips than my arms could ever wrap around. My head only reached the bottom of her ribs. I noted the strength of her backside to carry such a weight in preparation to birth her child. As she came to a stop her exposed skin rippled. Though heavy with a child in her womb she was still a flower in full bloom

The apt description of her ripe melons were hers alone now. The exposed skin let me marvel at the miracle of her life giving body. “Isme…” I uttered in relief, my cheeks lit aflame for her to see me in such a state, but as we got closer I realized we were under the same condition.

Her chest rose and fell, also under the spell of the night breeze. Under her translucent veil I could see the redness on her dark cheeks. One knee pointed inwards “You must be feeling it as well. You were just in time for the mass pollinator migration.” She took my hands into hers, picking up exactly where we had left off in the afternoon. 

“I… apologize for being so… Mmh… forward…” I looked her in the eyes. The desire against either of our touches answered it so clearly that the verbal agreement was only a formality. “May… May we have sex?” 

With the same haze in my eyes, Isme nodded with enthusiasm. She guided my to the hidden corner of the alleyway where her cart rested and her stalls of fruit were hidden, a little closet of space where the moonlight shined into the room.

Hinges unlocked and the bottom of the cart flew open. An entire wall had to come down in order to fit the pregnant woman who followed behind me. Her arms rested on my shoulders, guiding me to a bed that made up the majority of the cart's space. Her cart was illuminated by the moonlight. Her sheets were fuchsia under the azure moonlight. 

I felt the warmth of her breasts and belly, our bodies pressed together, as we craved touch immediately. She turned me around and set me gently against her bed to see her from underneath and recognize the scale of our size difference. 

“Was it melons that caught your eye earlier?”

She unclasped the top of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts that dropped heavily with their engorged fullness. Her amber droplets rolled readily against her dark breasts leaving behind a wet trail to her nipples. “Don’t be shy. There will be more than enough for my child. Drink.” My body desperately gave into her instruction. Her heavy breasts required physical labor from both hands to guide her into my mouth. Every touch caused her nipple to leak, down my chin beofre her heavy supple flesh filled my mouth.

Her body rocked back and fourth as she sucked air sharply to the sensations of lactation. Her milk filled my mouth with every suckle, nourishing me as she did before as I was indulged in a way only a mother can indulge me.. I was on fire. Her hands stripped me until my bare skin exposed itself to the night breeze before she explored my body. Her fingers slowly familiarized her with the shape and size of my body, it was as if she was evaluating how much I could take. Whatever she assumed, I wished that she would give it to me twofold. Last of which to be touched was my erection that had been growing against her body. 

“Keep suckling. Let me feed you.” Her large hand enveloped most of my shaft. The bottom of her thumb rolled against my most sensitive spot at the bottom of the head. She began to stroke. Firm pumps gave the stimulation that my body crazed under the humid haze of aphrodisiacal pollen in the air.

My moans were muffled into her breast as she bit her lip to my sounds. Her touch directed the fire igniting all over my body. Nursing on her leaking teat became second nature. My airways were surrounded by her breasts, her scent, and the taste of her milk. My brain was overwhelmed by Isme. My hands began to explore, finding any foothold to reach Isme closer as she continued to work me agonizingly slowly. 

My hands sunk into her flesh. The new grooves of a pregnant woman's body. The sensations of her body against my fingertips. The softness of her sides, her wide hip bones, and finally, the firmness of her belly parked up against my side as she leaned forward to nurse me. She pressed her midsection into me, allowing myself to enjoy the part of Isme’s body that truly caught my eye.

A pound, almost like a muffled thump. I would have thought to look at the entrance if it hadn't been for Isme's reaction.I looked down to find her belly contorted to sharm angles as limbs poked through her drum tight skin. My eyes could deceive me into seeing the details of a toe through The surface of her skin. 

“Your nursing is making me have contractions.”

Her white stretch marks decorated her body like those on the burgeoning melons from before. They only looked more stunning while highlighted by the yellowish metal that draped over her maternal frame. She huffed. Her sheer size was too much to handle. Anxiety grew on her face, like she was watching a fleeting moment pass by. She took her hand off of my cock, leaving me to sigh in sexual frustration. She wore no bottom to cover her sex. 

“Will you have me, traveler?”. She arranged every massive pillow on her bed to support her body. Her heavy, milk laden breasts were parted by the massive dome of her midsection, the undercarriage spread twice the width of my shoulders. She spread each of her tree trunk thighs to invite me into her. I was drawn to her belly as proof of her stunning fertility.

Her pussy was glistening in ways that I never thought imaginable. The entrance of the especially large woman was proportional. I couldn’t forget her tangent from earlier in the day. She was every bit the ripe fruit that she spoke about, and under the spell of the night  I felt like if we didn’t have sex, I would die. 

My whole body needed to accommodate her to take form to the love we’d make. As my hips pushed into the plush padding of her crotch my body parked against her firm midsection. There was a baby in here, one that had been growing inside of Isme for 10 long months.

I had to lift her heavy malleable belly to access her sex. I felt the weight of her child shift as she was relieved from the heaviness of her womb. She sighed, satisfied and exposed while my hands carried no less than half my body’s worth of weight. 

With her child in hand, I finally thrusted. “Mnnnhhhhgggg.” came from my throat as her warm sex enveloped my body, sending a chill down my spine. Her insides were warm, nearly hot and full as they pushed against me in every direction with softness to give. Every angle of every thrust parted her walls in new exciting ways that made her moan and shutter in excitement. There was so much woman to make love to, and I only had one night to do it.

Her walls began to collapse around me. She gasped as she was forced to address the cramping that took hold of her abdomen. A contraction took hold around me and her uterus that went solid under my hands. Wetter, together, I felt every ridge around me as Isme's body tightened to ready herself to begin labor. She winced in pain as her fingers began to dig into the mountain of pillows behind her

Her pussy, pulsing and contracting. Her breaths steadied as I moved. Isme's stomach began to tighten, receding inside my arms. Her firm belly hardened around the shape of her uterus and refused to yield.

“Hooooooo…” left her lips. Her chin pointed towards the sky as she took in a deep breath and let a long exhale groan from her relaxed jaw. She stroked her stomach, quelling the movements that bobbed against her stomach between us.

“Please keep moving…” She begged to keep taking her as the contraction. Her walls pulsed and contracted with every thrust. I felt like I was interrupting her body as it labored, but I was privileged to feel Isme’s most intimate process. Every thrust was a fight as her body clung onto me as I pulled out, but hungrily took me back into her. Our moans blended together,  releasing the feeling of her contractions against our sex.

Isme’s hands held my body, stroking my back and hips with idle lust as the powerful contraction came to an end. The area  around her popped naval was red under the tension and the rest of her body grew hot. There was an intoxicated look in her eyes before she lifted her hips from between her legs.

Effortlessly she dragged into the pile of body size pillows. While she rotated her cumbersome body around me, her gold chains jingled against her stomach and before I knew it one of her soft, heavy thighs straddled my hips and swallowed me into the soft ocean of her warm body. 

The weight of her round dominated my torso and pushed my breath out of me. “Mnnha-” I sighed, a breath was forced out of me as the weight of her hips and her belly sat against my torso. In an unprecedented erotic peril I realized that the pregnant merchant was going to use me.

“Forgive me traveler. We don't have much time.” She slurred as she maneuvered my cock against her entrance. I gasped, feeling the size of her entrance that was going to swallow my throbbing member whole. Isme’s soft, wet sex was intimidating to the sheer size of the pregnant woman on top of me. I flinched at the feeling of her wet juices subconsciously dripping from her wet hole like nectar from a flower begging to be fertilized. Her lust only made the developed young she carried in her uterus only more alluring. “I understand. Your body as it is… Haa… Is the greatest privilege.” 

She took a deep sigh with a softened gaze to my comment. With the overwhelming anticipation of sex Isme plunged into me. “Mnnnnhhhh!” was forced out of my crushed lungs as my body sunk into the pile of pillows as I was swallowed into  her gravid body. She groaned with heavy satisfaction as her body buckled forward. Her baby thrashed against me. The pressure of her womb was tangible as I felt the healthy life inside of her body.

It wasn’t enough for either of us. She maneuvered her large body over me, and slammed down all of her weight against my disproportionate member again. The sounds of our bodies filled the room as we collided onto her massive mattress. The bedframe groaned under the power of her pregnant body.

She couldn't hold all of her weight, causing all of the weight of her baby laden belly directly onto my shaft. My hips were crushed by each one of her heavy pumps. Her back arched as she threw her weight into me for her pleasure. Her body rippled with the effort, her breasts leaked a trail of milk that rained over my face and stained her bump.   I could feel my body bruising and I didn't care. No price was  too great for a lover her size

I could feel the pressure building in her hips as she rode. One hand sat atop her belly, steding her and digging into my body more and more. She held my hands against her mattress as we indulged. Her stomach began to tighten from over me this time. Her stomach receded back into her body

“Annnhhh~” I groaned, feeling the weight of her womb as it descended into her birth canal. With the mother in control she continued to ride through her labor pains. Her folds contorted around my cock, her gel-like juices stained my cock and ensured I could glide against her contracting vagina.

“Hnnggh!” She cried sharply as I felt a hard, muscular lip at the tip of my penis. With a quick inhale she moved again. “I-mmnnh-can-haaaa… Feel you against the baby.” she moaned through clenched teeth  We climbed, further and further amidst her pains.

Her hips dominated me, her ass crashed into my pelvis with recoil sending vibrations to her dilating uterus. “Oh fuck…” I groaned. “Your baby is so low…” My comment drew a smile on her face. Her hands lifted and supported her belly at the height of the contraction. From below her I took control, thrusting into her heavy body as best I could as her face contorted in the characteristic features of sexual pleasure. “Nhha~ Yes-Yes!” she cried as her whole body tightened.

She felt every one of my thrusts sending vibrations to her womb as I hit her harder and faster. I prodded her dilated cervix until finally her hips gave in and sunk into my body. My cock jabbed into a thin, rubbery layer before releasing my seed into her exposed uterus. My ejaculation released a pent up sensation from within her that had been building for 10 long months. 

“GUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAAH!” Isme cried. Her hips spasmed as she grinded over me. Her pussy twitched wildly to accept every drop of semen her pussy demanded from me. Her fingers ran through her scalp as she gyrated her nude body over mine. We panted, our sensitive sexes riding the sensations. My hands drew across her engorged womb between us, worshipping her virile round  under its weight. As my palms contacted the surface of her red, taut skin the thin layer separating my penis from her baby ruptured.

Isme took a sharp gasp as the protective layer within her audibly popped from within her. Immediately a bathtub of warm waters erupted onto my waist, leaving myself and a majority of the pillows under me drenched. We took heavy breaths in disbelief against her stained sheets. 

“Your… Waters…” I said, half in observation, half in question. Isme nodded with a look of shock and disbelief on her face. 

“You… You popped me, traveler. It looks like you picked another overripe specimen” She joked. Her smile disappeared quickly with a wince of her labor pains. “A-ahhh~” she cried, the pains forcing her to keel over my body.She held onto my body, vulnerable and afraid on top of me as intense labor pains reduced her to tense, shaky breaths. 

“Stay with me, traveler?” she asked, as if leaving my lover of the night to labor alone was an option. “Of course.” I reassured her. I assisted her as best I could onto her side where she rubbed the bottom of her stomach in the new, overwhelming pain. 

“Mmmnhhhh-” she groaned, pressing our foreheads into each other once more. “Ah~ Ah~” her knee swayed side to side as the effort of childbirth and adrenaline coursed through her veins. I wanted to relieve her

I pressed my forehead against hers. Slightly, she let go of some tension she carried in her face. She took deeper breaths and allowed the contraction to do the work of sending her child downwards. We both watched as her belly changed shape at the end of the contraction. The gravity of the moment was palpable. Isme was giving birth and I was watching her. 

Between contractions we heard the moans and sounds of sex around us. Sweet pollen still lingered in the air. Our warm bodies still craved more.Her sounds blended in with the sounds of the lovers around us, filling in the air with erotic sensual background noise. The atmosphere was not lost on us

Our lips met and we began to touch. Through kisses her jaw released the tension she held. She opened her mouth, her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, leaving us longing for more. “Can you feel my baby, traveler?” She requested.

“From inside?” I asked.  She nodded. My hand followed her hot, red midsection down to between her legs. My fingers led a journey across her gigantic body before I found her outside lips from under her belly. Isme let out a sigh at the contact. She spread her legs further, making it easier to find her labia, and deeper, her entrance. 

“Mnnnhhhh~” She moaned as my fingers parted her delicate folds and pushed into her. Her chest rose as she softly thrusted against my fingers. My fingers grazed a warm, round mass. “Haaaa-nnnghhh!” Isme groaned suddenly. Her thighs began to shake as the walls of her vagina began to close around my fingers. I watched her stomach crunch itself again. From within her I moved my fingers 

The lip of her cervix hugged the head as it descended. I held my breath, watching the large, round head of her child separate the lips I had passionately thrusted into just minutes before. As she let go of her push the head receded back into her slightly. Tired, childbirth was every ounce the endeavor I understood it to be. My fingers slowly exited her body with the effort of her pushes. “You’re making such good progress.” 

Through deep breaths she smiled and nodded, her face lighting up with pride. Isme demanded more kisses by leaning her face closer to which I obliged. Between her contractions she pressed her forehead to mine and we kissed under the illumination of the moonlight. Sweat stained my forehead as she whimpered into my body. Her tender noises of sex, she ended her contraction with a smile.

Her face tightened in the middle of our kiss. “A-annghhh!!!” She groaned against my lips. She sucked air in sharply and bore down with power, My fingers were forced out of her as the head occupied her entrance and spread her labia open. “Mnnnghhhh!” Isme moaned before she moved with the contraction again. The head spread her open, the round shape stayed as she pushed but as soon as she let go the head receded back into her slightly. 

“Oh goodness, it burns.” She groaned. “That must be what the head feels like.” I communicated. The update seemed to stun Isme who looked at me with a glint in her eyes.

“Would you like to feel?” I offered. She nodded and I slowly guided her hand across her large body. Isme gasped, her hand patted the little head between her legs with relief. We felt the delicate little orb that was slowly being born through Isme’s grueling effort. Her crotch was still sensitive as we felt her body accommodating her baby’s head. Slowly, I drew circles around her stretched skin.

“Touch me, I’m having another contraction-ohhhhhhh.” There was a head engaged between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I drew my fingers in a circle around the head. 

“Unnnnghhhhhh!” Her pushes came directly from her base. Every graze against her sensitive clit got Isme to take a deep breath and relax to feel all of the sensations of the crowning head, the pleasure and the pain. “Nnnnghhhh!” Through the steady stimulation her breasts began to leak again. The droplets were whiter now. Her body must have known that her baby was almost here. The head stretched her vulva even more. I could feel the head underneath my fingers as it passed through their mother’s opening. 

Between isme’s legs was the size of a cantaloupe. Her clit poked above that head. With one finger placed upon her sensitive nub I massaged her outer lips as they stretched around the orb. Her eyelids fluttered  as she moaned, exposing more of the child's head. “You're making me so wet…” 

The crown was a beautiful sight, a provocative, indulgent sight that I needed to savor every moment of. Isme’s laboring pussy was every bit the flower that attracted her mate. She gasped as she saw that I was headed between her legs as she readied herself for the next intense feeling to claim her partially born head and her trembling clit teased me to pleasure her more. 

To indulge every one of my ambitions I buried my face between her gigantic legs. “Mnnnnhaaaa~” she gasped as her pitch raised. Her folds were saturated in juices, making my tongue slick against her most sensitive areas. 

The sensations made her tremble as her sharp moan elevated into a high pitch squeal. “I didn’t know a laboring mother, mnnhhfff, could feel so much pleasure!” Isme cried. Her hands found the back of my head and held me in place against her pussy as she labored.

“Ohhhhh… Fuuuuuuckkkk!” She chortled as she suffocated into the throws of cunnilingus and labor. “I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me cum while giving birth to my child.” Isme squealed as her toes curled against the sheets of her bed. 

“Push, Isme.” I instructed. “Deliver your baby.”

“Mnnhhh.” My attention towards her erogenous point lightened for her to build the energy for a decisive push. “Nhhhh-haaaaa-hooo-hooo-hooooo.” 

Isme's fingers dug into the sheets. Her calf began to rise over my head, its size blocked the moonlight above me. The leverage focussed more energy on the mother. The cavern created by her massive thighs tremble around me. She hummed, low and powerful, her voice peaked, growing as her body’s tremors climbed into an earthquake of pleasure. She held her thighs open for her child and my tongue. The weight of her belly sat directly on my forehead, and the mass was only going down 

“MnnnnnhhhaaAAAAA!!!!”

She lifted her hips and thrusted against my face. A shoulder popped free from her first violent jerk. “GUAAAAAAAOOOOOHHH!!” The second shoulder followed. 

But the heavy child still sat in her birth canal. The rest of the body needed their mother’s effort to be born. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Her vocal chords rang until they grew hoarse as she exploded into a shrill scream that silenced the entire block as her orgasm shot the rest of her child's body onto the bed. Isme’s body spasmed as they returned to her laid down position. Her child was heavy as I took the slippery, squirming newborn into my arms and onto the mother’s chest for her to witness the first breaths of her child. 

With relief she embraced her young with her arms as I got to witness a new milestone of life, the very moment a woman became a mother. In a pool of her own fluids, covered in sweat, with her child still attached to her body, Isme was beautiful.

The first moment Isme could let her head rest against her pillow she did. She looked at me. “I never asked you for your name, traveler. I want to know the name of the man who gave me this pleasure.”

“Rayn…” I answered. She panted, cradling her newborn son in her arms. “What a wonderful name. Perhaps next season we will make a child that has that name.”

This morning her full term pregnant belly gave her a reminder of what a sight she truly was. She stared at herself in the mirror completely naked as her morning routine typically went. Wendy sat on her knees with a pillow between her thighs. Her right hand was occupied by a wanded vibrator on its highest setting, bouncing frantically on her pillow. 

“Unf… Aah… Yes… Yes....” Wendy mumbled, staring at herself in the mirror. She was ginormous, with her belly occupying her body. At this stage of her pregnancy her belly hung low, beginning to imitate the feeling of the toys she was getting ready to push out. 

“Ooh… Fuck… Yesss” She moaned, getting her other hand to rub her belly. As she got to her climax she drew her fingers around her stretch marks, the scars that she could only wish her toys would leave on her. 

“Mmmmmm…” She groaned with her teeth clenched. Wendy pressed her fingers into her belly, trying to feel her baby through her tightly stretched skin. 

“Ffuck!! Cum!!! Cumming!!!!” Wendy leaned her body forward into the orgasm grinding on her pillow to dig the nice, smooth silicone head of her vibrator over her puffed sensitive lips. 

The orgasm made her heart race, gave her a full body sensation and a tingle and made her breathe through her mouth. A braxton hicks contraction came over her belly. “Ahhhhh…. Ohhhhhh.” She moaned as it all came to an end.

As was the case for most days, Wendy wasn’t satisfied. She rode her pillow as compensation for not currently having a man, and having a man was rehab for stuffing herself full of huge toys during her pregnancy.

Suddenly, something inside of her gave in. Wendy rolled off from her bed and waddled over to her kitchen. She returned with her hands full of various foodstuffs of all shapes and sizes. Eager and not wanting to let herself come to her senses, she lay all of the groceries on the floor along with her designated humping pillow and her wand. 

Wendy had to lift her belly up to see her pussy in the mirror. Panting, she licked her fingers and spread herself wide. It appeared her lips had gotten fatter since she last tried stuffing. 

With her lips held open, she sucked the wide section of an uncooked chicken egg and began to insert it into her vagina. Wendy stared as the white egg began to become enveloped in her outer lips before feeling it inside of her. And then, she felt herself stretch. 

Even a relatively small item like an egg forced Wendy to cover her mouth with the sensation. It was the first tie in months she had been penetrated with anything but her fingers. And just like that, none of the white shell was anywhere to be seen inside of her. 

She tried to find the egg on the surface of her vagina, but all she grabbed was the base of her pregnant belly. Wendy’s muscle memory began to kick in. 

She spread her legs out before the mirror, holding them apart by her knees as she began to push. “Ooo…” She groaned as she mustered up the force inside of her. 

Pushing as she once did, she could feel the egg start to descend down her vagina into her opening. A little bit of the white tip of the egg began to slightly peek out from inside of her. 

“Haa. Haa. OO!” She gasped as the widest part of the egg shot from the force of her pushing. It missed the protective pillow and popped comically from her pussy onto the carpet in front of her, covered in her viscous juices. In response, her baby gave it’s mother a couple kicks from inside of the womb, feeding Wendy’s desires further to rub her expanded belly in response 

Her face was red like masturbation hadn’t done to her in so long, her head began to tingle, her whole body going back into remission over the sensation of bulging once more. 

She missed the feeling of being penetrated deeply, and she thought the egg  had potential to go much deeper.

Wendy’s second item was a banana wrapped in a plastic bag, making sure none of the woody ends would stretch her up on the inside. For her own reference, she held the banana up to her hip level and measured it against her torso. From her hips to the tip, the fruit measured all the way to her popped belly button. For what it was, at least her big, pregnant belly had already dropped for labor.

She got on her knees for this one, aligning the banana behind her she brought her increased full weight down onto the banana. Stretching her vagina open more in it’s deepest than it had ever been she couldn't help but to roll her eyes and bite her lip, grabbing a hold of her milk filled breasts as if she was riding a real cock. 

Up from the pillow the stem of the banana stuck out like a handle from under Wendy. With a loose grip on the stem she began to feed it deeper into her vagina until it rang like a doorbell on her dropped cervix. “Hnnnghh.. OOOhhhhh!” She moaned with her eyes crossed as her baby was tussled beneath her skin. 

Her body was more reluctant to release the banana, Wendy’s hands fought the suction of her pussy. It left with an audible pop from her pussy. 

For the biggest object she had taken with her, it shared a name with her belly button that poked out. A navel orange was taken straight out of the fridge and sat by her thighs as she pushed out the banana. Staring at the cold, porous surface with the navel to poke inside, her body began to tremble in anticipation.

Lifting her belly and spreading her lips again, it took both hands to apply constant pressure into her puffy pussy lips. Her fingers fed the orange into her vagina slowly and she could feel herself getting stretched. Looking into the mirror the vibrant orange from the fruit began to become engulfed again, surrounded in her darkened pregnant pussy. 

Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. There was no slip, instead, the widest part of the orange stretched her vagina open all the way forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. “AAAhn!!!” Wendy yelped. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even inside of her the large orange slightly parted her lips. She wondered if that was about 10 centimeters pushing her apart.

Wendy leaned back to the support of her bed puffing while the orange shifted inside of her. She bit her lip, planting her legs onto her carpet and began to bear down. “OOoooohhh!!!!” Wendy moaned, feeling the orange begin to stretch her apart. She saw her folds hugging the fruit.  

“Mmmnfff!!!” she squealed behind closed lips, she felt her legs tremble while she continued to push down. Slowly, the sphere came into her view. Wendy grinded on her pillow, struggling to feel the orange at the base of her vagina. As it began to move down she felt the navel of the orange that shifted, it’s irregular shape and feeling driving her mad. 

“Guhhh!!! OOOOOOH!” She hooked her thighs under her knees, aggressively prying her legs apart. Looking past her belly, the orange was coming to a full crown inside of her. Wendy’s heart raced. “Hoo… Hoo… HOOO!”  she began to pant, her head started to get fuzzy. At the oranges widest point her lips strained and started to turn white and sore.

She scrambled to get her vibrator, and turning it to the highest setting she fumbled her wand around trying to find her clit under all of her belly in the mirror. “Come on… Come on…!” She whispered to herself in anticipation. She felt the silicon head on her most sensitive area and flipped the switch. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” 

In one click all the sensations came together packaged in a powerful orgasm. The sudden stimulus from the vibrator caused her to jolt. One deciding push purged the orange out of her vagina. The force got it to roll beside the other foodstuffs, and by the end, she threw her arms down and relaxed.

Her breaths were slow and deep out of her mouth, satisfied by finally being able to push out heavy objects once again. Sweat rolled down her forehead with her legs still wide open. A barrage of kicks pummel the top of her belly forcing a gasp out of the recovering mother. 

“Sorry to startle you, I really, really needed that.” Wendy barganed, giving her belly a couple affectionate rubs. With some TLC her baby calmed down their storm inside of her glowing belly. 

“Ow!” She winced under a sharp pain that seized her womb. Despite the contraction her tendencies kicked in, causing Wendy to grind her thighs together in pleasure. “Hey, stop that!” she gasped with her eyes closed, grinding out the contraction inside of her against the pillow. 

Her stomach tightened again. An audible rupture was heard from outside of her body that forced Wendy’s legs apart again. 

“ANNNNHHH!” She cried as a torrent of fluids spewed out of her tender pussy. Her amniotic fluids drenched everything in front of her, seeping into the pillow and the carpet even getting onto the mirror. Her water had broken 

“Oh no… Don’t come yet! I just came!” she hollered trying to get to her feet to reach the phone. No longer suspended in their watery home, the baby’s weight bore down under her pelvis with her legs getting up to a squat.

“Urrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!” She moaned while her baby’s head began to force its way through their mother's cervix. Stumbling off of her feet, Wendy was on her butt again.

“O-oh?” she groaned. Another contraction slowly squeezed her midsection. In front of her eyes and a mirror her uterus began to shrink and squeeze on the baby that had grown inside of her for 9 months.

“Mmmmmmhhhaha!!!!” Wendy moaned. Her eyes shot into the back of her head through the sensation. Ever the size queen, what she was about to push was deeper than any toy she had ever inserted before.

As the contraction strained it’s hardest Wendy swore she saw the outline of her baby, the thought of the size of her child inside of her drove her mad. Suddenly her heart began to race again. Her mouth hung open.

“It feels good…” she reassured herself. Wendy spread her legs open. Still tender from the size play from earlier she was hesitant to check her dilation. Bracing herself, her middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, sending warm pleasure into the rest of her body.

 “Uh, hhAH-” she bit down on the side of her arm as her fingers brushed passed her opening cervix. “Hoo… hoo... Hooo.” She blew into her forearm inspecting the fine details of her birth canal with her fingers. Her cervix was opened up slightly, and at the very center of it she felt a warm, round, hard shape lodged heavily into place. “My baby…” Wendy moaned, rubbing the top of the head with her middle finger. 

“Guhh!!” She wrenched. Feeling the brunt of another contraction come quickly. The head began to slide quickly under her fingers, forcing apart the unconditioned cervix to 10 centimeters easily. “Grrrrnghhhh!!!!” Wendy groaned to the unique feeling of her cervix dilating.

Her insides tingle in euphoric pleasure, her heart raced faster and faster, out of sync with her labored breaths. The contracted ended with beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnnnn!!!!!” 

Her break was interrupted by another contraction brutalizing her belly again. While Wendy’s belly began to tighten, she placed her hands on the top of her belly. “Oof… arrngh!” She winced and panted, feeling her child’s kicks recoiling against her drum tight uterus. “I know you’re stressed baby, but work with me-OOOOOwwwwwwww!!!!”  

The head began to move to the top of her birth canal, slowly opening her vagina to a weight, shape, and warmth she never felt before. “Hah… hah… hnnnnnfff!!!!” she moaned as the baby descended down her birth canal. The baby was lodged into her pelvis like a cannonball, forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. Wendy’s hands followed the trace of her baby as it continued to move lower and lower down her pussy.

“Push… I need to push” she reminded herself. Uncomfortable in her current position, she shifted to the only position that felt right in with her huge, laboring baby bump. Wendy hooked her arms under her knees again, spreading herself wide open to view all of herself in the mirror. 

“Heeee… hoo!” She took in deep breaths waiting for the next contraction to push with. Her belly started to seize up under her fingers and she felt the baby slowly start to move once more under the constricting pressure of her uterus.

“Hee hee hoo, hee hee, hooOOOOOOO!” Wendy bore down with all of her strength, propelling the baby slowly and steadily down her birth canal, filling her vagina with her baby’s entire head and shoulders. The sensation! The pleasure! A weight like nothing else spreading her apart made Wendy absolutely feral, salivating while extending her knees to bring her legs high above her head. 

“It feelsh sho GOOODDD!” she yelled through clenched teeth. She bore down, harder and harder, pushing until her belly would contort itself and turn hot. As the contraction ended Wendy let her legs down, her breaths even more raggidy than the last contractions. She looked down to the sight of her slit open to the sight of a wet head of hair thoroughly stretching her labia folds. Some of her white vaginal fluids decorated the surface of her baby’s exposed head. Her heart could not stop.

The top of her belly began to deflate, signs of her baby travelling further downwards. Out of line with the next contraction, Wendy couldn’t wait to indulge, she rubbed the outline of her belly further, agitating the large heavy orb she carried around with her. “Hooo… Hooo. It feels so good to be pregnant…. Hmmmmngggg!!!” She groaned, spreading her pussy out to it’s limit. 

Wendy’s legs hung wide open while she pressed her force to her abdomen, beginning to expel her child out into the world. She could feel the finest details of her baby’s face rubbing against her tender, moistened vaginal folds. The hairline passing through, divits of her baby’s eyes, finally, stopping its nose.

“Shhhnnnrrrghhh! AAaaaaahHHHh… Cum… Oh my god... I’m going to cum! RRRaaaaNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!” She cried, the head popping out with an audible pop and a squirt of steaming fluids onto her floor. Wendy’s pussy had never been stretched so intensely before! 

Her tongue hung out, her chest heaved up and down. “One…. More!!!” She told herself. Wendy parked her heels onto the ground. She held her own sheets behind her as the final contraction began. Wendy threw her hips forward, in a decisive strain, pushing all of her force into her uterus she let out a powerful cry. “GRRRRRAAAAAAANggHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Wendy screamed

To her dismay, the head did not budge, exhausted, Wendy slid back further with her throat and pussy on fire. “Nonono! Don’t be stuck!” she cried, looking everywhere to try to find a solution.

While she waited she began to feel the baby’s head begin to move and begin to take its first breaths during their own birth. She could feel her newborn's hands and feet begin to move inside of her. She had to move fast. 

Wendy puffed her breaths, finding the fastest way to free her baby’s shoulders. That's when she saw her loyal wand to her right. Hesitating for a moment she held her breath while her baby’s shoulders grinded into her pelvis. “Ow… owowowow!” 

She switched the head of her vibrator on, the familiar recoil hanging particularly heavy in her hands. She was really about to masturbate her baby out. Feeling the kicks towards the center of her belly now caused her to bite her lips. Her belly began to constrict once more. She regained her breath and her hands started to shake, a mixture of anxiety… and anticipation. SHe began to salivate at the thought of her baby’s shoulders slipping free to welcome the baby’s whole body.

The pain started to take control of her belly, it was time for her to push. “Hoo… hoo…” she winced in pain, grabbing her belly. “Ddon’t worry… you’re going… hnnnnghhhhh… to… hah… be born soon.” 

She brought the silicone head to her pussy slowly. The vibration could be felt between the space, Wendy stood no match to the feeling as contact was made. Pleasure shocked into her entire body like electricity, tension from her uterus fought with her muscles' ability to feel the vibrations, combining into a fiery combination between her legs. 

“URRRRRRRGHHHHHHHNNNN!!!!!” she howled. Wendy’s hips shot into the air, the positional change freeing the caught shoulder. She wielded the vibrator with both hands, relentlessly grinding against the head as she kicked the toy up to it’s highest setting to feel the wand drill into her clitoris while her baby emerged.

“FUAAAH… annnnghhhh FUUUUUUCKKKKK.” Wendy snarled. She grabbed her sheets behind her, curling her toes. One shoulder popped free from her pussy. Her climax was teased for so long, and after her crowing, after her entire pregnancy, she could feel the size and weight of all 10+ pounds of child that she was so close to pushing out.

Her baby’s weight began to slide out of her completely. Her vision was going white and she was losing all senses of control over her body.“GONNA… FUCKING. CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!”

With a pop and a geyer of juices the second shoulder emerged. Wendy’s baby slid safely onto the pillow. Her hips fell and Wendy’s body was left twitching on the foot of her bed. She breathed slowly, ragged breaths to get air back into her body.

The long form adult video is a dying artform with cutthroat competition for advancement. The number of actresses willing to do day consuming sessions for a multi-hour long composition was dwindling alongside its consumer base. Such an industry relied on its young stars for more content, but amateurs were looked down on, unproven for the lack of chances and cannibalized by greedy directors.. 

If this adult video industry had any hope of competing it needed to get increasingly outlandish to compete with the volume produced on the internet. How could a format conceived during the time of VHS tapes ever compete with the modern day? 

This was the responsibility for 19 year old Ami Takahashi who found herself on the casting couch just a couple months ago. She sat atop the stairs down into the studio with her brown plaid dress dawned with a pair of sunglasses and a face mask. Her large eyes and her clear skin with a body that had yet to fill out from her transition out of adolescence. 

Such attire and location wouldn’t make her look out of place in the known red light district. This young woman had to make money however she could, yet, there was one deviation.

The young woman carried the entire weight of her belly on her lithe frame, tall and slender to fit the beauty standards of society around her with only one deviation. Her midsection distended grotesquely for a woman with her size and build.

Her round pushed unnaturally outwards from her, low and heavy between her hips. The side of her taut skin poked from behind her. And every step towards the studio from the train station was made with either a wrist against her lower back or her hands clasped under her stomach to contain the weight that ballooned over the last few weeks. She couldn’t conceptualize the fact that she still had 4 weeks to go.

Ami looked particularly out of place for both her age and her profession. 

She had been feeling a sensation of a deep stir within. A pull that made her forget exactly where she was and pulled her towards her core like a black hole.

“Mmhaa…” she sighed. She scowled. It was as if the contraction caught a second wind.this new pain rang deeper into her, squeezing her uterus into a center that guided itself between her legs. Her hand caught the railing was the only thing that kept her upright as the brutal contraction finished it’s work on her body.

“...Ami?” she looked up to find a familiar face standing over her. She was one of the few people who could recognize him behind his censored face.. His handsome face was hidden by censorship so every surface of her growing body could be dissected and sexualized. His sweetness was always evident with the scenes they shot together, though their relationship was nothing beyond professional and human decency.

“Do you need help?” Kenji asked, extending his forearm. “Y-yeah…” she admitted, grabbing his arm and allowing herself to lean her pregnancy weight into him.Ami didn’t know how much longer she could work in this condition. She couldn’t even walk down stairs without assistance.

The two stars arrived at a room that was quickly being set up. It looked like Ami had graduated from the leather couch and onto a tacky bedroom with cheap sheets.

“Ami,” boomed the monotone voice of a wiry middle aged man. From the curtain of the shadows  in the studio emerged Director Tonaka, the lead of the project that bore Ami’s name.

“You’re late.” He declared to the young mother to be. She was initially casted under the reference of an anonymous scouter, and by the time Tonaka contacted the young woman, she was already well into her pregnancy. Ami oozed with potential, raw and unrefined, shades that she failed to display in the previous scenes they had shot. She was significantly larger than the last time they had met. Concerningly, so…

“I’m sorry, director… I intended to come earlier. May I please discuss something with you?” `His arms were crossed with his glasses that hung low at the bridge of his nose. His judging eyes pierced her resolve. 

“What is it?” He grumbled.

“It’s about my contract.”

“What about it?” The director asked, flipping the pages of his thick clipboard in anticipation of the impending shoot.

A pit of fear grew within her, as if she was placing her entire career on the line if she didn’t communicate her needs correctly. Her stomach stirred with activity, feeling their mothers worry. Ami gently stroked her stomach, trying to calm the child within. “I’m afraid that the end of my contract might be coming… Earlier than expected.”

“Earlier… Than expected? You are aware of all of the clauses of your contract, correct?” 

“Y-yes. But… I don’t think I-… Will be available for another scene. I have to take leave after this shoot.” She pleaded.

Tonaka stared at her in silence, as if her request made her the unreasonable party. “The terms were well defined.  Whether it’s two weeks, a day, or even a few hours from now you agreed . It’s my understanding that you signed off on this contract, did you not?””

The director wasn’t foolish. He wasn’t here to waste any second of the novelty of a star as young and willing to show off her fertility. Pregnancy and the mothers were temporary. He would do all he could to capitalize on every second of her pregnancy. 

Ami swallowed and looked down. “Yes sir…” she yielded. She gently stroked her lower belly in anticipation of the long hours ahead.

The titular star was placed in the fabricated room. The scene landed her on warn sheets that complimented her apricot skin well. Front and center the scene would begin. She was modestly dressed for the camera, a plaid dress that may have fit well before her prenatal form with a white long sleeve. The same exact clothes she wore at the station.

Would a viewer recognize her? Would an old family friend remember the outfit as a part of Ami’s wardrobe? 

When Ami stared at the black box those thoughts suffocated her. She could feel her chest pound at the thoughts of all the eyes that would see her in this temporary state, at this age, this deep into her pregnancy. She wanted more.

Kenji's entrance into the room was the beginning, even if he began as he did. Just a voice behind the camera. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Ami.” With the cameras rolling Kenji was a completely different person. He was a mouthpiece for the director, and the stand-in host for all of the scenes they had shot together. The only person in the room.who showed any sympathy for her, imbued her with a sense of the moment for what it was. A performance.to be the person who would hold her in place.

“You’re in your 38th week now, right?” 

“Yes sir.” She replied as her meek character 

One of the interns that had been doing his math looked up to the director. “Is she really?”

“Only 34, but we can market her as further along” Director Tonaka hushed the lighting person.  

Kenji finally appeared in frame, approaching the mother uncomfortably closely as per the script's instruction

“Just a couple more weeks from your due date, right? How do you feel” 

The script forced a nervous chuckle out of her with baby doe eyes towards the camera. “I’m so scared. My baby has been getting so big…” 

It was dull. She was dull. Ami was so sick of playing this character, following this script. The same format she had followed for three shoots already. So much had changed, her body, her mood, and feelings. Yet the things that Tonaka capitalized on were her intangibles. Her age, the assumed purity. If she could just have one second she could prove she could be so much more. 

The interview went on, describing her tragic fake story of Ami being a high school drop out that had gotten impregnated and left by a scumbag at a party. That porn was her only outlet and that Ami was a poor, defenseless woman.

There were so many things that Ami wanted to say. There was nobody she could speak to about her pregnancy. A camera with eyes that looked directly into her. 

And after Kenji asked the questions that made her look the most pathetic he finally stepped into frame. Even if his face was being censored, his presence imbued her with the willingness to submit.

“Enough talking. Let's see the belly of a 19 year old mother.”  

Given her cue Ami began to undo the most intricate parts of her clothes, allowing her co-star for easy access to her growing body. “I can pop at any moment… Please be gentle.” 

Her modest clothes were stripped from her. That maternity dress fit tightly around her midsection as it rode up her belly. To the surprise of all in the studio was another layer, a belly band to support her stomach’s weight.

Even her co-star took a second to realize how he would approach this scene. 

Ami. who was already large now exploded out from her supportive band. Tonaka and the rest of the studio went wide eyed at the reveal. Ami let out a groan in discomfort as her belly’s weight hung unnaturally low. “Annhh~” escaped her lips,  audible discomfort of her gravid shape. An unscripted sound.

“My god… You really are getting big.” Kenji said from between her slightly parted thighs.

“He’s been… Moving so much.” She had to pretend to act shy for the camera, but nothing could beat Kenji’s touch. His hands circled around her stomach, the fabricated violation of where she protected her baby. 

Before Ami could get comfortable the pain binded her again. The camera caught her stomach shrinking from the middle of her body. The way Kenji’s hands pulled her skin changed as her distended midsection hardened like a rock, refusing to yield from her body. Ami turned towards the ceiling with labored breaths as nothing but the contraction filled her mind. The attention across her tight skin sent a tingling into her whole body that made her want to spread her legs. She sucked in air deeply and allowed her hips to roll as she tried to disperse the pressure. An intense contraction caught on film.

As she faced Kenji again he stood over her. Despite what her body was telling her, the scene had to keep on going.

With how green Ami was in the industry, getting to work with Kenji was a high point of it. His professionalism, his movements, the way his fingers read her and kept her comfortable picked up all of the slack that Ami had keeping herself ready to perform. His experienced hands circled her body, worked her sensitive areas with precision like a surgeon, not one wasted step 

His fingers lingered and teased her inner thighs. The touch disappeared from the blindspots of her belly.

“Mnnnhhh!!” Ami gasped as Kenji’s fingers swiped across her slit. Ami’s tiny pussy was inflated with the pressure of carrying her massive bump, all of the nerve endings begging to be indulged.  Wet his fingers against her bare opening as the camera focused on her crotch that she had failed to see in months.

Not far from now that camera would be focussed on her baby’s crowning head. He let Ami feel the pads of his fingers one more time before finding the space between her vulva, letting her brace herself. “Annhh~!” She gasped in a picturesque form, whining while she squirmed with the simple insertion of a finger. 

Her entrance was clogged. The tip of his fingers touched a muscular wall that he had felt before that shocked Ami’s core like electricity that filled the room with a squeal. The muscular entrance of her uterine walls. Her cervix descended so greatly. 

A throaty gasp as Ami's thighs clamped up Kenji's hand, denying access to his fingers any further and obscuring the sight of the camera.

The director scowled at her resistance. “Go again!” He demanded, calling a stop to the scene. Nothing would get in the way of his vision, not even Ami's urges to bear down to the pressure. She tried her best to ignore the tightening of her stomach as she spread her legs, and once again, Kenji fingered her.

“Mnnh!” She vocalized before stifling her moan. She rolled her hips to his digits parting her insides. At his distance, Kenji could see her massive belly begin to tighten and recede back into her before his very eyes. Heavy grunts came from deep within her chest. Her walls tightened with her contracting body, pushing the blockage he felt further out within her. 

“Hah-... Ahhhh!” She acted moans through sensations she had never felt before as the entrance to her womb was invaded. 

The buzz of a vibrator filled the room. Ami’s legs were thrown aside. She went to hold her breath. She had gotten so sensitive over the last couple of weeks she had no idea how long she could possibly last.

“MnnnHHH~!” For just one second Ami’s real voice came out, a loud groan in bliss that came deep from her chest. Kenji flicked his wrist away from her to recover. Hitting her pussy with the head of the vibrator so she could fake an orgasm to the camera. 

“T-thank you…” Ami whispered. 

“Stay strong.” Kenji replied 

As more cameras and microphones were adjusted around him one camera was adjusted for a shoulder view of Ami as he counted her from between her legs. When they gave each other the signal Kenji lifted one of her legs, shifting Ami’s entire center of gravity and pulling the weight of her womb to one side of her body.

Ami’s naked lips were exposed to the camera, dripping from the light foreplay to her cumbersome body. His cock drew the lip of her muscular cervix. It was open, wide. 

“Why don’t you go deeper?” Tonaka scolded, bringing his two stars to an immediate halt. He looked down at his junior who struggled to breathe and held her baby laden stomach protectively. Ami’s insides were descended, he was hitting something on his tip that sent powerful reactions into the heavily pregnant young mother.

“Director… I can’t.” He stated. As he opened his mouth to voice his concern towards Ami’s unborn child, Tonaka slammed against his clipboard. “Well, We need footage of a quality penetration. How do you two propose we could get that done?” 

Ami struggled to get her heavy body upright onto the bed. She huffed at the weight of her body and the lingering sensations of their initial position. “I-I can get on top…” 

“Ami…” 

“It’s okay,” she reassured, still clearly shaken with a hand holding her stomach in place. “It felt a little weird on my side.” 

Kenji sat on the edge of the bed and Ami sat on his lap, allowing his thighs to lay between her open legs. She grabbed his thick member between her legs and aimed it towards her swollen opening. After a breath, she lowered her hips.

“Ooooo-hhhhh!” she groaned as her body lowered. She could feel her pregnancy weight make him shutter as he pressed deep into her heavily dilated cervix. After a few deep breaths Ami began to move. 

The weight of her belly slammed against him. As she opened her legs she could feel her pelvis open, the weight of her child barrelling down after every bounce. Something round and heavy sandwiched his penis against the rigid walls of her amateur pussy. 

“MnH!” She gasped, silencing herself with her palm. Her eyes grew wide as muffled cries escaped from the gaps between her fingers. Her belly began to tighten again from on top of her co-star. This contraction was not minutes after the last one.

“Oh god…” Ami thought.

It was hitting her womb. Every time she descended onto him Ami could feel the weight of her belly shoot back into her body. His member penetrated her between the dilated opening of her cervix. The flexible membrane that separated her baby from the head of her costar’s penis.

As their pace ramped up the familiar tension returned at the worst possible time. In her upright position her baby pulled to the floor with gravity. This contraction was different. Like dozens of hands simultaneously crushing her pregnant belly directly on top of Kenji.

Staring into the camera grounded her. Ami stared deep into the lens as she was railed senseless for the viewer to see. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she panted with Kenji’s thrusting hips. The heavy abuse of her pregnant body for the world to see. 

She arched her back as well as she could, impaling herself against him with her legs wide open“I’m cumming! I’m cumming-I’m cumming-I’m-!!!”

Her hips were out of control. Every bounce shook her belly and rattled her womb. 

“Mmh-” Kenji let a quick grunt slip as the weight of her occupied belly flattened his cockA membrane enveloped Kenji’s head. The feeling of hot waters surrounded him tightly as she worked desperately into him.

“Mnnh-Mnnhh-OhhH!!!” from between her opened thighs fluids exploded from around the member inside of her, shooting waters around their sandwiched hips as the scene ended in dramatic climax.

The director didn’t appreciate improvisation… But the results spoke for themselves. Ami was assisted off of Kenji’s lap. Before the camera could focus on her naked pussy a mixture of cum and fluids continued to cascade out of her as the young mother was laid to rest on the cold, tile floor.” 

“Okay everybody. Let’s clean up this scene. We don’t have a lot of time until-”

“UNNNGGGHHHH!!”

Ami cried against the tile floor. She clenched her stomach as she pleaded for the pains to stop, immobilized by the pains that only ramped up through the course of the shoot. They had gotten closer and closer, and now, Ami got no respite as they assaulted Ami’s womb without rest. 

“Director, she was having contractions throughout the whole last scene.” Ami laid in a pool of her amniotic fluids.

“Nobody touch her!” The director snapped. Kenji took a step back, powerless against the director's creative mind. And if there was any creative liberty Tonaka would allow, it was the pure expression of childbirth.

“Eh?” Ami watched as the entire crew collectively created more distance from the young laboring mother. 

“Somebody help me!” She pleaded. She looked for anybody, an intern, an assistant, a midwife on set.  Her greatest anxieties came true when nobody refused to step forward. She was going to give birth alone.

Panic began to set in for the young mother as she was stared at by everybody in the room. . The director signaled for the cameras to turn on once again.

It was as if the events over the last couple years of her life were finally realized. She was heavily pregnant and in labor, being filmed giving birth after fucking a stranger for money. And while she gave birth, his cum was still between her legs. Her shame was nowhere to be hidden, the camera the very moment it occurred to Ami, not the amateur pornstar, but the woman

“UHHHNNNNNGGGG!” She groaned. Ami felt the roundness of her baby’s head barrel down into her cervix. Her baby traveled down her birth canal, the walls that had just been fucked mere minutes ago. 

The contractions were unforgiving now. Deep in her womb was a pressure that demanded every ounce of attention. Every breath during their apex was a battle that she couldn’t lose unless she wanted to pass out. The uncontrollable urge to push. 

“I can’t believe we’re recording this…” 

“Can we really distribute this?” 

The pressure coned between Ami’s legs. She couldn’t act in any way to disprove the judgement. She couldn’t act while giving birth. “IT BURNS!!” she cried as that sliver of hair grew no larger than the width of an egg.

Ami collapsed in exhaustion, flat on her back, nude against the white tile. Her own discharge smeared against her baby’s head as it made its crawling exit from her. The pain of such a large thing spreading her open only turned her on more. The crew watched as Ami’s pussy was forever stretched by the girth of her infant’s head.

Yet as she writhed on the floor the crew could only agree in silence as Ami’s attitude shifted before their very eyes. The corners of her lips curled. Ami’s moans and grunts grew more sensual as she felt the intensity of childbirth inside of her. 

Her hips spun with more passion than she had ever shown in the scenes before. Her hands were magnets to her body like a narcissistic nymphomaniac, only accentuating the body she shared with her unborn child more. She was a pregnant pornstar. And as her baby barrelled down her pussy, and that little slit grew around her childs head 

Kenji could only turn to the director as he put his clothes back on. “Is she… turned on?”. His judging eyes flushed against her birthing body.

“How couldn’t I be?!” Ami thought.

The room was flooded with the smell of sex, hers and hundreds of stars before her. The exhilaration of her baby quickly descending down her birth canal. The widest section of her baby’s head spread her vagina open more than anything she had ever experienced.

Behind all that red light and the eye of the camera was the footage of herself. Her reputation. Her life. She was just a teenager, and before all of the watching eyes that this film would find, she was about to become a mother.

The young woman reached past her massive stomach and finally got to touch her naked, puffy lips for herself. Right at the very tips of her fingers she could feel what burned her open as she stretched. If she pushed any harder, would the baby go back into her? 

The thoughts excited her body as she clumsily reached to pleasure herself.It didn’t take long to find her hard clit, and when she did she let her fingers roll over her outstretched button of nerves. 

“Ouuunnnhhh-Ah!!” She groaned as she pleasured herself to her baby stretching her entrance. The sensations of the contractions and masturbation clouded her mind 

“Nnnngggg-Nnnggghh.Oooohhh!!!” She groaned. Ami’s eyes shot open as the contraction seized her body. The young woman lifted one of her knees to her chest and bore down to meet the intensity of her body’s instincts.

“OUUUUGGGGHHHH!” She strained with clenched teeth. Ami’s inner thighs trembled a her vulva stretched to their capacity around the widest part of the head. The muscles of her midsection contorted in all shapes and sizes. The deadlock of her baby’s head ended as Ami’s eyes shot into the back of her head. 

“ANH~!” she gasped sharply. The head popped free from her with more fluids emptying onto the floor. 

Ami’s cunt was spread open by the one that spread her legs. The embarrassment of having her every gasp captured. Her deep guttural grunts as her baby forced apart her young holes. Her heart pounded with exhilaration, a feeling that perhaps no other woman in history could lay claim to.

Her inhibitions faded as the urgency of childbirth invaded her brain. Her heart pounded as her body was consumed by something she could never experience with any toy or lover. She was creating life. Ami was giving birth for the camera.

“UNNNNGGGHHHH!!!” The shoulders came free as the rest of the body slid out from her.

Ami’s child was born into the world on the cold tile of a porn studio. The crew could only stare at Ami as she stirred deliriously while sprawled out across the floor with a soaked infant sat between Ami’s still large and very round stomach. 

As the new mother recovered it was as if she had just seen color for the first time. Her young mind was shaped from the life threatening intensity of birthing her child to a crowd. She wanted nothing more than to do it all over again.

Director Tonaka could only cover his mouth, trying to process exactly what he caught on camera. He thought of all of the descriptions he could use to pitch the tape. If he wanted to capitalize on this scene at all, he had to move quickly. Before Ami could review, let alone dispute the footage. 

“Cut!” Tonaka announced to the room, facilitating the immediate end to the recording. The urgency in his voice made the whole crew shutter. “Everybody, let's wrap up.” 

Flooded with the maternal hormones in her head, Ami could hardly process the deconstruction of the cameras around her. The experience left her dissatisfied. A knot that built within her chest. Slowly, Ami’s forehead scrunched, as another squeeze against her sides took her breath away. She instinctively stroked her stomach, still large enough to draw a round outline of her belly. “O-ow…” she strained, gasping over the pressure that came over her.

Nobody paid the new mother any mind as she was bound to the floor. Nobody looked in her direction, nobody cared for the nude mother caught in the center of the room with a cold newborn clutched to her breast.

“W-wait…” Her vision became foggy. “Something… ahhhhhnnn.. Something- Ohhhh.” She moaned. Kenji caught her gaze. As Ami’s co-star attempted to speak to the mother, his arm was caught by the director.

“All requirements of your contract have been met. Out of respect for you and your child, we will take our leave.” Director Tonaka said, throwing his coat over his shoulder. He placed his hands on Kenji’s back, guiding the reluctant man away from Ami and out the door of the studio.

“This room has been rented for another half an hour, please leave before then.” He instructed. He disappeared behind the door, leaving the room with only the wails of her newborn and her tightening breath.

“O-ohhh!” She moaned again as she felt her stomach tighten. The pains were far too strong to just be the placenta. As she looked down at her slightly shrunken belly and her suspicions were confirmed with more movements stirring below her belly button

“There’s another baby…” she mumbled in disbelief. She was going to be a 19 year old with twins.

She labored on the cold hard floor. The labor was immediately more difficult than the birth of her first child. The progress crawled. The difficulty of her baby dragging against the walls of her uterus. She was going to feel the sensations again.

“A-ah!” she went to go catch herself, but her eyes grew wide. Nobody was there to control her. She could make all the sounds she wanted. The onset of the second birth was over the horizon, but something was missing.

She wanted to be watched! 

In the spur of the moment she clambered towards the pocket of the clothes that were stripped from her and propped up her phone to the leg of the bed frame 

Viewers who discovered this phone video were to be greeted with the bizarre sight. Ami sat on the cold floor, still marked by the fluids from her previous voice. She was still naked, but still clearly pregnant, while already holding a child that remained connected to her.

“H-hello everybody…” She greeted. A long silence braced the screen before she spoke again. “My name is Ami Takahashi. I… Filmed a porno earlier today where I had sex and gave birth to my first baby.” The thoughts came into her head as she spoke.

“There… Are some truths in that series. I am 19 and my parents disowned me. But there is fiction too. I’m only 34 weeks pregnant, my doctor told me my cervix was opening from all of the sex scenes I was shooting. I wasn’t listening, I didn’t even know I was having twins, but I still came in to get fucked while I was having constant contractions for days!” The admission made her heart race.

“And! I’m not a college student. I dropped out of school to live with my boyfriend who shares me with all of his friends. I-huf… Still… don’t know who the father is.” Her legs instinctually spread as the pain squeezed the last of her breath

“Fuck…” Ami cursed as she bit her lip, her heart was pounding! Unable to halt the indifferent force of her body attempting to bring Ami’s second child into the world, the pain ramped up.  

As she turned around to her hands and knees. She recorded herself doggy style, capturing her belly and the mess of her pussy from behind. Her lips were drenched, red, and swollen beyond belief, with an umbilical cord that still connected her firstborn to her. 

This time, the sensation of labor was different. There wasn’t an unyielding weight and pressure that barreled down her birth canal, stretching her cervix in the process. No, there was more movement and little parts that poked from her. Little kicks against her cervix that sent lightning bolts of pain like Kenji had fucked into her.

With her ass in the air she spread her legs to accommodate the pressure quickly descending down into her hips. What slowly spread her cervix was even wider than the first head. “Unnngggghh!!!” Ami struggled. This progress was even slower, parts of her baby being squeezed against the walls of her sensitive uterus.

“AHH~!” Ami screamed as the pressure built up. The slightest amount of pain freeing itself from her and into her birth canal. She could feel her lips parting slightly. She stared between her legs to the camera and what she saw made her eyes grow wide. A little foot hung free from her vagina. 

Her baby was being born backwards.

The 19 year old mother felt the intoxicating panic of childbirth descend over her once again. Her strained body tightened at the baby’s smallest lips as she was forced to deliver her child’s little legs first. “Mnnhhh!” She moaned, the size of her baby’s feet reminded her of the size of Kenji’s fingers.

“Haa… Haahhh-hooooo!” Ami moaned, arching her back. From the quick descent of her baby, little limbs that poked free from her. The other leg came free and Ami was halted on little gasps. She recognized the width of a hip that spread her wide and spread her legs even further.

“Hoo… Hoo… Nggggghhhhuuuu!” She groaned as she felt the baby’s thighs and butt emerging from her vagina. Her pants eased the end of the contraction while the hips emerged to stretch her in new, exciting ways

With every exhale she could feel the baby’s wet body begin to slide towards her opening. Ami’s body ached as her needy clit demanded attention. The vibrator used for her scene was still in arms reach.

She jacked up the wand until it hurt to hold and propped against her body. She could feel the tip of the vibrator against her baby's chest, buzzing the infant as well. “Ouuughhh!” she gurgled . “Sorry baby… It just feels so good.” Ami apologized to her unborn child.

As her hips buzzed with the intensity of the vibrator she could feel more of the younger sibling’s torso being born from her. Her opening clung to every detail of her child. But, she wasn’t done. Ami needed more. “It’s going too quickly… I need to cum… I need to cum!!” She begged as the body started to follow the legs quickly.

Her breaths began to quiver while she edged herself in childbirth. But now, her body was too good at giving birth. The climb towards her orgasmic high would be prematurely ended from the delivery of her child. She wasn’t going to finish before the head was out.

Ami panted in desperation. The twin mother’s shaky legs spread as she viewed herself from behind against her camera. Her daughter’s body had been born up to her ribs. She aligned her partially born child upright between her legs and sunk her breech child directly back into her birth canal.

“OUUUNNNGGHGHHH!!!” she groaned with a depraved shutter. The infant's legs kicked from beneath her. The flailing limbs punished the mothers delicate areas showing signs of lively activity.

With heavy heaves she stared at herself on her phone. Her pussy swallowed her child back into her. Shame clouded her childbirth as she gave into her hedonistic urge to use her daughter's body like a sex toy. All of the progress was undone. Her contractions and abdomen ripping pushes went to waste.

“I’m so sorry baby…” Ami slurred. Her hips grinded, feeling the wonderful size of the fetus she had gestated. The thought of this child being any bigger drove her wild. “You’re making me feel so good.” The head of the vibrator was glued to her clit, it even touched the baby’s body as she redied herself for the torso to exit her a final time.

“I'm a sick bitch, I'm sick, I’m… So… SICK!!!” She pushed while riding the baby’s body gently back into her. As she felt her orgasm build from deep within her hormonal body Ami lifted her hips, feeling her pussy finally yield to childbirth.

Her pussy twitched around the baby’s body as more and more of its body appeared from her. In the intensity, an elbow popped free, then, a wrist. 

“Unnnnnggghhh!!! Hoooo!!” She pushed and another arm fell free from her breech birth. Thick fluids oozing down her daughter's body.

“S-shit… I’m gonna cum… The head, holy fUCK THE HEAD!!”She announced with hysterical giggles. 

“I’m gonna cum giving birth!” She stared at her baby’s dangling body where she stared at her phone camera. She imagined her phone to be the watching eyes of somebody equally as excited to watch her erotic birth.

“Cum for me…! Cum with my baby!” She begged the camera as her hips gyrated for the final contraction. Ami felt the characteristic bind of her womb. She was grinding against the vibrator, grunting for her climax.

“Nnnggh-! Nnngghh-!! OooOOOHHH!!!!!!”Ami’s vocal chords shrilled into a scream that filled the acoustic walls of the porn studio as the combination of her child birth and the vibrator brought her to toe curling elation.

Her hips recoiled like a shotgun blast as the breech head violently ejected from her tight pussy. The rest of the body slapped against the floor with a wet collision. Immediately, the room filled with the healthy wails of Ami’s baby girl. 

She looked down at her appropriately deflated stomach until she was sure there was no surprise triplet waiting for her. And with two infants in hand she stopped the recording. 

With the footage on her phone she wondered if maybe, just maybe this video would become larger than the footage that Director Tonaka had captured of her.