Too Much Birth

I had done an amazing job hiding how I felt the last few months. She'd told me so many times her greatest fear was getting pregnant, only for one guy poking holes in the condom to make that nightmare a reality.

She'd sobbed in my arms that she didn't want it, but hadn't realized what was happening to her until it was too late. I'd had my suspicions, but kept them to myself. It's rude to just accuse someone of looking pregnant, after all, even if it could have made them take a test in time to not have to endure childbirth.

Alas for her, she did. Her belly kept swelling, just getting more and more beautiful. Basically relying on me to be her birth plan, setting up everything needed to give up the baby. Just had to drive her to the hospital when the day came.

I knew she was in labor, of course, but once again, she was in denial. I was so excited as contractions got closer and closer, down to about six or seven minutes apart when her waters broke. It was very serious, I could tell. She went to change her pants and sweatpants, by the time she came back they were five minutes apart, had had three more contractions as she got changed.

We piled into the car, pulled out... And before long, got stuck in traffic. It was a dead stop at the beginning of rush hour, I was so happy.

I sat in the car, listening to my friend whimpering, moaning, panting, crying out through increasingly painful contractions. Then her eyes went wide. "Sh-shit... I think I need to push..."

The words hit me like a truck, even as she followed with "I can't push, I can't give birth here! Not like this!" I leaned back in my seat. "Sure you can. It sounds like you have to. Here... Get those sweatpants down, the panties too. Make space. You're about to be a momma..."

Another contraction came, her whole body tensed, and I ached for her. She was so beautiful in this state, and even worse, I could see she was pushing without meaning to. "That's right... Just like that. You can feel it moving down, huh?" I asked, undoing my own pants, making space for myself, off hand finding its way between my legs.

She nodded, sweating, hair a mess, clearly scared and overwhelmed. Giving into my urging, she tugged down her clothes, leaving her swollen pussy exposed. I helped her lean the seat back as well, to get more comfortable.

"you're going to have a baby in this car... You're about to give birth, it's happening right now!" She let out a little sob. "No, no I don't want a baby, don't want to be a mom... I can't have it in the car like this, I... Mngh... F-fuck!!!"

Another big push, and I couldn't help myself. The cars around us stayed completely still, and I began to shamelessly masturbate as my beautiful friend started to deliver her unwanted burden. "It's... Moving... Down!" She forced through grit teeth, unable to fight the commands of her body.

"keep going, keep going..." I panted. "Tell me how it feels, don't stop..." Pleasure surged as she managed "Opening up... So low... Hurts! I hate this!"

I nodded, gasping out "good, it's supposed to hurt, you're supposed to hate it..." A few pants as her contraction released... Then a gasp.

"Are you... Masturbating?! As I give birth?!" I nodded. There would be concequences, but I didn't care. "You're too sexy right now for me not to. You're perfect like this, I'm so lucky you're having it right next to me."

She shook her head. "I can't... That's so fucked up, stop, I can't... Oh... Mngh... N-no, no, stop! I can't have my baby while you- NGH! MNGHHHH!!!"

Any concept of choice was gone. I reached over, between her legs, and felt her as she began to bulge. I let out a lustful moan, cupping her as her lips began to spread. "Crowning, crowning, keep going... His baby is coming out... You're gonna be a mommy for Him!"

She sobbed, but pushed like she was meant to. The head crowned her more, more... Then sprayed into my hand fully as I came, hard. "Fuck! Just birthed... The whole head!" I grunted, a mess spreading as orgasm took me.

I came back to my friend panting, gulping in air between sobs, hand between her legs. "Gods... It's a baby... It's a whole baby... I can't do this, I can't really have a baby..." I just reached over, patted her leg. "I know. I know, you're so overwhelmed. But you have to. One more big push, ok? Just get those shoulders out and you'll be done... We'll go to the hospital, and you'll be ok..."

She nodded, refusing to look at me. It's ok, we were old friends. I knew she'd forgive me, eventually. Her belly squeezed down again, a deep, primal moan of effort radiating through her, devolving into a desperate grunt... Her legs shifting, crotch bulging... And just like that, dripping wet newborn skin quickly slid out of her most intimate place, into the world, where it began to cry.

I had a small aftershock hearing the baby slither out of my beautiful friend. Then rubbed her leg again. "There you go... It's out... It's over. You're a mommy now... The baby is out and we're gonna give it up... But you birthed it. Made it. You're a mom, and I'm so proud of you..."

I know you're in labor. But it's just us. Anything said here won't leave this room.

Poor thing. You've had to smile for everyone for so long. Had to act so happy, so excited. You told me how everyone made you feel so weird, so gross any time you expressed anything even close to how you really felt about this pregnancy.

But now... It's almost over, hon. And I'm here. You know I'll listen. You know I won't judge. Before this baby comes... You can tell me how you really feel. About your body. About this baby. All of it.

It just kept not working out. The universe conspiring against you. Leaving you increasingly trapped, watching your belly swell, your hips widen, nipples darken.

It gets so bad, months crawling by, that on the day? That day you've been dreading for nine long, stressful, embarrassing months? It's a relief. A mercy.

"Thank fuck, this brat is finally about to come out of me..." Yes it hurts. Is only getting worse and worse. Of course you're scared. You still don't want this, still can't stop it.

But finally, FINALLY, it's almost fucking over. You feel yourself opening inside. The pressure getting more unbearable with every cramp. Hiding away somewhere because you sure as hell aren't going to a hospital for this, risking them making you keep it or something.

No. Just better to stay here and let it slide out. Let your body get His little parasite out of your overburdened belly at long, merciful last.

Crying out, but the words are "just get ouuuttt, pleaseee!" Or "That's right, get out of me, give me back my bodddyyy!!!" Every push hurting but so satisfying. The burning spreading slowly, feeling every bit as it moves down, opens you, and even as it makes you groan in agony you embrace it because you hate this so much, you just need to go back to your normal life, you just need his baby out of you!

He shaves his beard and moustache. Not off, just to make sure he looks sharp and sexy and masculine as he gives birth. Giving himself a once over. If it wasn't for his belly, swollen chest, wide hips, he'd look good as hell right now.

Part of him wants to dress nice, but he's not crazy. Back to the old standbys, sweat pants and sweater, to keep his belly shapeless, make space for every way his body has changed.

He's in the waiting room, other expecting dads asking how long his wife has been in labor. Ask if he's excited for the baby. He just looks so sharp and collected, so masculine, they don't even notice how his leg bounces when his belly squeezes down. They don't recognize why he closes his eyes, breathing slowly and deeply the way their wives/girlfriends were doing not long ago. Talking with him about The Game, anything to kill time while their partners are in the delivery room, not getting why this dude keeps going a bit pale whenever an agonized scream comes from the ward.

Her mother stroked her daughter's full term mound. "You do. We both do. It's going to get so much worse. The pain... The pressure. It's unbearable, and there's nothing we can do but let it happen."

Her own belly began to squeeze down. The contractions were so close now. She felt so foolish. Trusting her husband so completely, making excuses for him. "Your little sister is almost ready to come out of me..." She managed through grit teeth. She felt so open, in a way she hadn't for a long time.

"it's not fair! I don't want to give him a baby!" Tears ran down her daughters beautiful face. "Mom it hurts, it hurts so bad!" "I know it does... It's supposed to... This is normal... It's supposed to feel awful to have your father's incest baby..."

The older woman tried not to think how good it felt to say those words... How radiant her daughter was, in labor with her rape baby, the one planted on the same day her own little violation had been forced into her. He'd made them both watch as the other was forced to become pregnant against their will. As horrified as she was, seeing her husband buried inside his terrified daughter, the girl he had helped make... It was so wrong, so sick, but so intense.

"You're so close now..." Mom panted, struggling to focus through the pain. "You're doing so good, being so brave... You have to let daddy's baby slide out of you, even though it hurts... Just don't fight it, push out his reward for raping you..."

As her daughter doubled over once again, the mother couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure, the awful words feeling so amazing to say. Seeing the dread creeping over the helpless girl, knowing this is the worst kind of pregnancy she could possibly endure...

"There we go... Just like that..." Mom forced out, feeling the pressure down low spike. Realizing she was starting to feel like she needed to push... "Mom... I feel so much pressure... I wanna... Use the bathroom or something..." A shudder of pleasure coursed through her. "Yes... You feel pushy, hon... Don't fight it... Push his baby out... Let his baby come out of you, even though it's just going to hurt more and more as it spreads you..."

They just nodded at you, sweating profusely, jaw set, eyes mostly closed. "Mmm... Mmmhm... Just fine..." You could hear the strain in their voice, see how tight their round, full belly had gotten.

People chatted around you both, walking back and forth, but you couldn't take your eyes off the vision in front of you. Their belly relaxed... But not long after, tensed once more. They gripped their legs, leaned back, a little grunt rumbling in the back of their throat.

"Are you sure you're ok?" You manage, and they smile at you, motion you closer with one hand once their belly relaxes. You move nearby, and they take your hand, gently, carefully. Lift their skirt and put your hand under. Along their leg. Cuping their crotch.

Everything is soaked, burning hot. Their belly tenses, and you feel every part of them strain as you cup them... Then. You feel their leggings pressing into your hand. Feel something else under the fabric. She manages in a strained groan "I'm ok, really. But you can keep your hand there... It's what you want, isn't it?"

It seemed to be going well, the spores released from the dead not having any effect on the group. Or so it seemed.

Everyone assumed that Ted Blade had been injured or poisoned somehow. In a way, he had. "Shit... g-guys... I have to... tell you something..." He growled through grit teeth, as his belly quickly swelled. He had to shamefully admit to everyone he was trans, hadn't gotten bottom surgery. The spores didn't care about his identity, only that he had a uterus, a birth canal... One that the abominations were eager to agonizingly force their way through as he grunted, holding his belly, scrambling at his pants.

The other men could only watch in horror as Ted exposed his swollen, pregnant pussy, t-dick thick and long and swollen with inhuman hormones. His waters broke hard, soaking everything between his legs with birth fluids as he grunting "I fucking feel pushy... I don't want to give birth, fuck, it HURTS!!!"

He didn't have a choice. His body had betrayed him utterly. The others tried their best to awkwardly comfort the burly, hairy beast of a man as he opened his legs, curled his toes, and sobbed his inhuman rape babies out of his body, between his puffy, leaking pussy lips, each one hurting more than the last...

If I actually have a baby.

I will write another happy fluffy story about it, ok?

I will make that bargain, baby-giving-out-being.