#regular preg

Maybe in the forest along a more isolated trail, I thought the fresh air and walking would do me some good but I end up squatting and sobbing about the baby being very low.

Maybe at someone's baby shower. I tried holding back, I didn't want to take the attention off anybody but someone finds me hiding in the guest room checking my bulging cunt in the mirror. The baby is coming.

Maybe in a bathroom on a train. I can hardly even fit in the cubicle with my huge belly but I had to go somewhere and I wasn't even due until next month! Someone yanks on the door and the shitty lock breaks. Does the door swing open so everyone can see me rubbing my belly while panting and grunting or do I get locked inside so even when I finally accept my fate and try to get out or call for help it's impossible so I have to give birth in that tiny enclosed space?

Maybe I had no idea I was pregnant so when I end up going from feeling unwell and having to sit down for a little bit at the mall to screaming that I am going to die while instinctively spreading my legs and bearing down with a baby's huge head obviously spreading my cunt wide open it's a surprise for everyone, including me!

I can just imagine how heavy and gravid you’d end up being with those massive triplets, barely able to do most anything just for the sheer size and weight of your taught belly, and especially once it begins to drop as your body prepares for labor. And just getting to watch you feebly attempt to alleviate the pressure of the of those baby’s sitting so heavily in your pelvis, getting ready for birth? 🤤

Not to mention seeing you moan at all the pressure suddenly increasing ten fold once you’re in labor. Even if you had been able to hold off on bearing down up to that point, it practically forces you to start pushing and you have no way of stopping it. Just getting to watch you scream and groan as your sore hole (as there were attempts to acclimate you to the size of baby you’d be birthing through stretching you on bigger and bigger cocks but it was to no avail) opens into that lovely tear drop for the first but far from last time…and maybe people could take turns teasing you…at your chest/nipples, at your clit/tdick, but that’s as far as they can help, only by making you cum as you continue to push and scream out your first of three. And even when the first one is out, you have to do it all over again, with an even more sore hole and an even bigger baby twice more

You thank every possible god out there that you're not pregnant!

You go to bed that day with a slight ache and heaviness in your belly but you're convinced it's something you ate. You're going home tomorrow there is no need to find a local doctor to find out you're a little bloated.

On the plane you start feeling worse but you'll be home in a few hours and you don't want to complain. What could anybody do for you over an upset stomach? You sleep for a few hours but then wake up to some intense pressure so you figure you just need the toilet.

You go, push, nothing comes out. You go back to your seat.

Half an hour later you go again, push, nothing comes out. You go back to your seat.

Within an hour your condition takes a nosedive. You're now gripping your armrests and sweating, hardly able to keep yourself from openly groaning and panting. Determined, you get up again and wobble to the toilet but it's occupied. You wait, standing bow legged in front of the door for a couple of minutes and rush in once it's vacant once more.

You take a deep breath and push. You keep breathing and pushing, breathing and pushing, breathing and pushing until you finally feel something move down within you. You let out a relieved gasp but soon you feel something between your legs, burning.

Just as you reach down you hear one of the stewardesses knock as she asks you to please leave the bathroom because you're landing.

Not wanting to get a second warning you quickly pull your pants up and do your best to ignore the searing ache. However as you drag yourself back to your seat you notice it's next to impossible to close your legs properly and your body is forcing you to push along with the waves of pain. But surely you can hold off on going to the toilet, right? You'll just go at the airport.

You bite your tongue and try to breathe through your nose but it's no use, the pain and the pressure is getting unbearable and you feel something emerge and push against your underwear.

Not wanting to soil yourself, you rise to your feet once again and make your way to the toilet despite the stewardesses asking you politely then less politely to sit back down.

When you finally make it to the door the worst of the pains comes and your knees buckle until you're in a deep squat. You feel a dull pop and the next thing you know your pants are completely flooded.

Everyone on the plane is shocked cause they think they've just witnessed a grown adult fully peeing themselves.

You're in so much agony your babbles are next to unintelligible as you shove your pants to your ankles in the middle of the aisle and scream something about how you'll die if you don't push right now.

You spread your legs as much as you can, grit your teeth and push. Hard. And everyone on board gets to enjoy a full view of your asshole puckering and your reddened slit weeping amniotic fluid with your cunt bulging like someone just shoved a bowling ball into you.

Instinctively you palm your crotch and screech something about not being pregnant and not giving birth. Everyone looks on in shock as your body is forcing the humongous head further and further out of your battered canal as you buck your hips while sobbing about not being pregnant.

Some people can hardly watch as your little slit stretches to a huge O with your baby's head jammed inside it. The pushes keep feeling more and more futile as you feel the huge mass bob in place without any relief.