#pushingrosie

I'm not a coffee girl, but with how intense last night was, I need it to properly wake up this morning. It tastes smoother than I thought it would, though.

The bitter taste persists, though, and it kind of hurts in my stomach. Later, while I'm working from home, I notice some bloating. I would have thought it was just a leftover from last night, but then it starts getting bigger. Not again.

"What did you do?" I mutter to myself, stroking my stomach. My belly seems to be taut once again, but it's not an egg this time. When I felt a kick, I knew what I was in for. Hour by hour, I feel it grow larger.

And then it drops.

I feel my belly contract and I whimper, an ache shooting up my spine. Oh, god. The pressure hits my cervix and I keel over, bracing against the wall as I resist the urge to push. Not there yet, not there yet.

I begin to pant. My muscles tense hard and I whine again. "Fuck, --ah-- Too much, too much--" My cervix is taking forever to dilate, and the baby wants out. My water hasn't broken yet, but I hope it does, soon. I can feel the amniotic fluid sloshing around. My cervix barely reaches the right diameter before my belly demands it leave.

The baby slides down my unprepared canal and I scream, praying that I won't tear. I had no idea birth could hurt this much, and my muscles shake with every break I get. It's coming fast, too fast, now, and I feel my vulva bulge, pushing with everything I have. "Oh, god, oh, god, please, please," I whimper. My labia once again turn white with how far they're stretched, and I'm praying and begging to whatever will listen as the head works its way out of my lips. And then my water breaks, my belly deflating as amniotic fluid rushes around my cunt, spilling out on the floor.

With a scream that tears my throat, I push the head out and almost faint. My legs close a little round the baby as I sob with relief. It's almost out. It's almost out. But the shoulders are bigger, and I keen as the burning reaches its absolute peak before it tumbles out, and with it comes a second wave of fluid, soaking everything around me. "Oh, god...oh, god..."

I pant, feeling the growth rub against my cervix. The baby's growing from low in my womb, and every little movement by the growing fetus sends shivers up my spine. "Feels so good. It feels so good, Rosie," I pant, reaching down to my clit and rubbing feverishly. The baby won't be here for a while, but if it's not going to hurt, then why not get a few orgasms in before the party starts?

By the time my fourth orgasm passes over me, my belly has swollen up the sheets enough that I can no longer see over it. I'm still achingly horny, watching my stomach grow and hang heavy in my hips. "Jesus...jesus christ, that feels good." I'm almost immobile in bed, trapped under the growing weight of this kid. Nine? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen pounds? I can't even tell, but my g-spot is being squashed flat, and my body seems to have no shortage of dopamine. I squirm and whimper as the first contractions send waves of pleasure up my spine, cervix fluttering and beginning to open up. "So-sorry for the mess," I breathe, trying and failing to reach my clit again. I draw up my knees and lean up a bit on the bed, hoping to let gravity help a bit more. Secretly, I don't want to. I want this birth to take its time so I can experience every orgasmic second of it.

When my water breaks and soaks the sheets, I manage to toss the blankets off my belly and resist the urge to push. Please stay in there, baby. Please keep growing forever. But no, that's not what we're here for. That's not why you gave me that potion. So I have to obey my body's overwhelming urge to PUSH!

As the baby slides out of my cervix, my voice becomes an addled river of joy, pleasure, and self-evident observations. "Oh, the head, oh, it's stretching me out! Stretching my cuUUUUNT--" I push again, feeling my birth canal stretch wide to accommodate the massive head. "Not ready, baby, baby, please, pleaaaase--" My body pushes again and the head slides close enough that my labia stays open. I'm rocking hard into my stomach, hoping that the still-bulging mass is enough to keep me stimulated. "Getting--getting there, baby, stay, stay right there, you feel so goo-OOOD, oh GOD!" I cry out as the next push cements the head directly on my G-spot, trapping me in a steady stream of stimulation. I shudder violently on the bed, hands moving anywhere they can to increase the feeling--my breasts, my belly, anything, anywhere, I need more, more, MORE--

(As a general warning, reminder that this is a long and painful birth. If discussions of distress during birth trigger you, maybe skip this one <3)

Labor starts one hour after these potions kick in, so I barely get any rest at all. I wake to a deeply uncomfortable aching in my stomach, and look down to see my belly an angry red with stretch marks. My chest, flattened out by surgery, has grown again slightly, tips leaky with milk. The baby is big and it's in just the right spot to stretch me the most. I groan slightly and look around for you, and not seeing you immediately, try to sit up.

And that's when the first contraction hits. I scream, the force of my body ramming my baby into my unprepared cervix sending shocks up my spine for minutes afterward. Gestation may have only taken an hour, but labor? I have no idea how long I'll be here. And judging by the pain, it's going to be some time.

Well, this wasn't how I was planning to spend my evening.

You watch as my hand absently goes to my stomach a couple times, wondering if my drink was stronger than I expected. When I feel heat pooling lower than my abdomen, I assume it's only the drink, but the swelling in my stomach is beginning to change my mind.

I move to stand up, like I need to excuse myself, but as my belly suddenly swells, pushing up my shirt, I gasp and sit back down. My fingers flit over my taut stomach to reveal one huge, hard lump pressing back against them.

I gasp and grunt, feeling my cunt start soaking through my pants. I quickly excuse myself, waddling to the restroom as fast as I can.

When you follow (you did give me that potion, after all), you find me squatting with my hands gripping the sink for dear life. My pants are only partly down, just enough for you to see my labia fluttering with exertion. I let out a long, deep groan when the egg hits my G-spot, but you can't quite see it just yet. My belly squeezes hard around the shape, almost too big to fit through my pelvis, but it does, forcing my legs apart and dropping against my vulva enough to bulge out obscenely. I whine, the pleasure almost enough to make me come, but not quite enough. It's overwhelming, clouding everything in my mind as I scream, pushing once, twice, three times, but still, it refuses to come out. I pant and sob, trying so hard not to come and pull it back in. It takes your hands, firmly pressed on my belly, to help push it out. My labia are pressed tight in a white O as the egg pops out in a rush of fluid. I pant, seeing the baby-sized egg I just laid in wonder.

Maybe I should have another drink.

(cock birth alt under the cut! I was feelin' it but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea)