Nine months ago, I had a big day. I was up for a promotion, me and the scummiest man I’d ever met. Over the course of the day, the two of us were interviewed, tested. Finally, my boss called me into his office. Sat me down in front of him and said: “Look. Frankly, I want you in this position. That other guy, he’s a sleezeball, can’t trust him for a second. I know you’re devoted. You don’t need to prove it to me.
“But right now, that walking ballsack has a single point of advantage over you for this position. I’ve tried to tell the board that you’re better in this position, but they won’t hear it, unless I can somehow prove you’re willing to do anything for this company.”
The look my employer gave me raised my suspicions. “Alright. I’ll bite.” I replied, already bracing myself for the response. “What do I need to do?” He sighed, apparently somewhat embarrassed, and said “You need to prove you’re willing to do ANYTHING for this company.” My boss rose from his chair, walked around the desk, and placed a hand gently on my shoulder. “… anything.”
I’ll spare you the following details. The sex was business, nothing more. And when you’re in a position like mine, you leverage whatever you need to in order to get ahead. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t mind-blowing by any stretch of the imagination. I was given the promotion, and things were good.
Then I started getting morning sickness. A quick test proved I was pregnant, most likely with my bosses child, as I don’t have much time to sleep around. When I told him, he was understanding. Even started to date me. Turns out Steve really isn’t that bad a guy.
I got big pretty fast, and before I knew it I was waddling around the office. By the time I was entering my third trimester, word started to spread that another position was open. They were going to be hiring the new employee in about three months. Pretty close to my due date.
I wanted this position more than anything. I’d be making twice what I had now, and I’d be Steve’s second in command. He was second only to the CEOs. So close to the top… I knew I couldn’t go on maternity leave, had to see this out. I was fairly certain I’d be fine.
Which brings us to today. It’s another big day. I need to attend a big meeting, all the CEO’s will be there. We’re doing a financial report, and from what I’ve heard, the promotion will be given out there.
My nine-month belly is huge. I’m wearing a maternity business suit, the black vest only going to the top of my pregnant midsection, and the undershirt clinging tightly to my baby-filled womb. Blow that, a business skirt and leggings kept me looking professional. Unfortunately, as I reach my desk, I start to realize that something a little more practical may not have been a bad idea.
I suck in a breath as a sharp pain hits my mid-section. It only lasts for a few seconds, but within another half-hour, I have another one. As the day stretches on, they get stronger, and closer together, and I realize that I’m entering labor. My hand darts to the phone, but as I lift the receive, a thought stops me.
If I leave work today, even if it’s to deliver this baby, I won’t get this position I’ve been working myself to the bone to get. “Deep breaths…” I mutter to myself. “I’m sure it’ll be ok. Only just now entering labor. The baby won’t be coming that fast. I can go through the meeting, tough out the contractions, and go to the hospital after my shift.”
With that, the day drags on, seeming to last forever. My stretched womb continues to spasm mercilessly, quickly getting to the point that I have to stop working when it happens. Then, Steve comes to my cubicle to tell me the meeting is beginning. I nod silently, as I’m currently mid-contraction. “Are you all right sweety? You seem really hot, sort of sweaty. Do we need to turn up the AC?”
The painful squeezing feeling stops, and I can finally gasp out “Yes… yes, that would be great…” With that, I force myself to stand, and walk as steadily as possible to the meeting room. Before long, everyone is seated, and the meeting is called to order. My presentation is the last one, and the meeting is set to last all day. Lunch is ordered, and the lights are dimmed as the first employee begins their slide-show, talking about bottom lines and fiscal gains.
My labor is going faster than I’d hoped, and a vicious pressure begins to make itself known. My child’s head is pressing mercilessly against my strained cervix, and the contractions are quickly getting overwhelmingly strong.
I’m just starting another vicious contraction, this one so bad a tear actually is forced from my eye, when lunch arrives. One of the other employees is opening his soda, and it overflows, dripping on the floor everywhere, which is good for me, because at that same time I let out a quiet gasp as I hear a small, quiet pop from inside me, and seconds later, amniotic fluid spills from between my legs.
I sit, horrified that my water has already broken. Even as more fluid drips from my puffy opening, through my now ruined leggings, and onto the floor, I feel the head of my baby, eager to be born, beginning to force my cervix the rest of the way open. The pain takes my breath away, increasing tenfold. The only saving grace is that the pattering of the juices flowing from inside me blends in with the overflowing drink pattering on the floor.
The mess is cleaned up, and the meeting resumes. The birth of my child, however, continues uninterrupted. An overwhelming need to push seizes me, but I was sure, if I can just hold back, I can still wait until after the meeting. So I continue to desperately resist my urges, the pain causing black spots to float in front of me, and a dull roar to fill my ears. And even so, the child slips ever further down my body, filling me from the inside.
Three-quarters of the way through the meeting, the baby’s getting low. My lips are starting to bulge outward, brushing against my panties. I can feel sweat running down my face, my hair sticking to my skin. My whole body is burning hot, everything hurt.
Then one of the CEOs looks at me. “No need to be nervous, dear.” He smiles kindly, and I force a smile back. “Well…” he continues, “I believe it’s time for your presentation.”
Oh god.
I stand, remaining silent, even as my whole body cries out against the action. Gathering all I would need, I waddle my way to the front of the boardroom, the damp spot between my legs cloaked by the dark room. As I lean over the computer to plug in my USB to the computer, another contraction hits, and I hold the table for support, letting out an almost silent moan as I feel my slick tunnel starting to push open. More tears are squeezed from me as I force myself not to bear down as my body so desperately wants to.
Even without my help, I open fairly far, the hasty offspring inside me crowning quickly.
When the contraction ends, my womanhood burns like fire, clearly marking the stretched ring of my lips encircling the baby’s head. I can no longer close my legs all the way, so I resolve myself to walking as little as possible. “As you can see here…” I click the mouse, ignoring my body’s pleas to lay down and push this child out, my instinctual need to remove my clothes and howl as I push with all my might. “Profits have been steadily increasing every quarter…”
I continue my presentation, even as my child continues to emerge from between my legs, forcing myself to stay calm and take my time during contractions. “I believe more profits are to be found…” Another cruel fist squeezes my midsection, and my over-sensitive labia is stretched even further, the burning feeling increasing.
“Our operations in the neighboring town are proving… fruitless, so perhaps we should abandon them…” I can feel the head emerge more, starting to force my panties downward, away from my fiery hot loins. “We’ve received an offer from a woman… claiming to be doing advanced… fertility research…” I’m open wide, the head is half-way out. My leggings strain, my child starting to push them down, the soft prison of my panties only barely slowing it’s decent.
“…An increase… of… school-age girls… seeking refuge in surrounding towns…” I keep accidently gasping, and I hear muttering from the room. I’m pouring sweat, as my baby opens me even further. This is it’s widest point, the hateful agony between my legs of my poor slit, pushed far beyond anything it’s ever dealt with before.
“…If we… focus… on funding… some of the… hah… religious groups… we could… ah… increase our… hah… ah… AH! OH!” I stagger, as I feel a rush of motion from within. The rest of my child’s head slides out of me, stopping at the shoulders. I feel my leggings and panties slip down a bit, and everyone looks confused. I hear someone whisper “What’s wrong with her…” My skirt is covering the bulge, nobody can see that a small human being is dangling from my aching, abused tunnel.
I have to finish the presentation. I have to. I click the mouse again, my vision blurring, my head feeling light. “So, in conclusion… ugh… it would be wise for… us to…” I’m leaned over the table, unable to support myself anymore. Everyone is staring at me in shock, as my labor enters it’s final stages. I feel the shoulders opening me all over again, even wider now. It’s a good thing my leggings are so elastic.
“… exploit the… habbits of… the… ugh… ahhhhhhh…” My panties are slipping down, almost half-way down my thighs now, almost past the hem of my skirt. My leggings are even only barely hanging onto my waist. Everyone has to see it. I’m going to give birth in front of them. But I’m delirious with pain and exhaustion, all I can think of is finishing the presentation. I must get the promotion… I have to…
“…Locals… and invest in the… various institutions… that… cater to… them…” One shoulder is starting to slide out of me. My baby is coming out, weather I want it to or not. It hurts. Everything hurts.
I have to finish.
I have to birth.
“Whether they’re making…. victims… or helping… them…” Another contraction. “And… I’m… ugh… baby… AH… having… MY BABY! AAAHHHHHH!!!” The other shoulder slips free. “It’s OUT!” the rest slides out quickly, a sudden intense rush of motion, and the weight of the rest of my child sliding from me causes my leggings and panties to slide to my knees. “IT’S OUT! AAHHH!” Everyone is staring in openmouthed shock, the cord leading from inside me, under my skirt, to the child now nestled in my utterly destroyed underwear.
Silence for a moment. The room won’t stop spinning. “That’s all… I have…” I finish. I smile at my co-workers. Then my legs give out, and I collapse to the ground. As I slip into unconsciousness, I hear my newborn child cry. Then, painless, quiet darkness overcomes me.
I wake up in the hospital. Steve is there, next to my bed. When my eyes open, he smiles. “Thank god you’re awake, I was so worried.” Then his expression changes, becoming stern. “That was an insane stunt you pulled. The doctors said you almost died, not to mention the baby. Fortunately, they managed to get you stable, and our child is fine too…”
He shook his head. “You should have told me… I would have helped you. I mean, I wouldn’t be going out with you if I didn’t care…” He meets my eyes. “Still. If there’s one thing the heads of our company like, it’s someone who’s willing to do anything for our company. And your little stunt showed you really are willing to do ANYTHING, even if it puts you in danger. And your report was by far their favorite.
“Congratulations, Vice-presedent. After you get off maternity leave, I’ll brief you on everything your new position gives you, and what duties you have to fulfill.” I grinned widely. I’d done it. All the pain, the fear, it had all been worth it. “Now, get some sleep.” Steve said, standing. “It’s time I get home too.”
With that, my boyfriend, father of my first child, left me with my thoughts. I drifted off, dreaming of money, power, and maybe, just maybe, raising my newborn with this man who, perhaps, is worth considering as more than just a boyfriend.
“But right now, that walking ballsack has a single point of advantage over you for this position. I’ve tried to tell the board that you’re better in this position, but they won’t hear it, unless I can somehow prove you’re willing to do anything for this company.”
The look my employer gave me raised my suspicions. “Alright. I’ll bite.” I replied, already bracing myself for the response. “What do I need to do?” He sighed, apparently somewhat embarrassed, and said “You need to prove you’re willing to do ANYTHING for this company.” My boss rose from his chair, walked around the desk, and placed a hand gently on my shoulder. “… anything.”
I’ll spare you the following details. The sex was business, nothing more. And when you’re in a position like mine, you leverage whatever you need to in order to get ahead. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t mind-blowing by any stretch of the imagination. I was given the promotion, and things were good.
Then I started getting morning sickness. A quick test proved I was pregnant, most likely with my bosses child, as I don’t have much time to sleep around. When I told him, he was understanding. Even started to date me. Turns out Steve really isn’t that bad a guy.
I got big pretty fast, and before I knew it I was waddling around the office. By the time I was entering my third trimester, word started to spread that another position was open. They were going to be hiring the new employee in about three months. Pretty close to my due date.
I wanted this position more than anything. I’d be making twice what I had now, and I’d be Steve’s second in command. He was second only to the CEOs. So close to the top… I knew I couldn’t go on maternity leave, had to see this out. I was fairly certain I’d be fine.
Which brings us to today. It’s another big day. I need to attend a big meeting, all the CEO’s will be there. We’re doing a financial report, and from what I’ve heard, the promotion will be given out there.
My nine-month belly is huge. I’m wearing a maternity business suit, the black vest only going to the top of my pregnant midsection, and the undershirt clinging tightly to my baby-filled womb. Blow that, a business skirt and leggings kept me looking professional. Unfortunately, as I reach my desk, I start to realize that something a little more practical may not have been a bad idea.
I suck in a breath as a sharp pain hits my mid-section. It only lasts for a few seconds, but within another half-hour, I have another one. As the day stretches on, they get stronger, and closer together, and I realize that I’m entering labor. My hand darts to the phone, but as I lift the receive, a thought stops me.
If I leave work today, even if it’s to deliver this baby, I won’t get this position I’ve been working myself to the bone to get. “Deep breaths…” I mutter to myself. “I’m sure it’ll be ok. Only just now entering labor. The baby won’t be coming that fast. I can go through the meeting, tough out the contractions, and go to the hospital after my shift.”
With that, the day drags on, seeming to last forever. My stretched womb continues to spasm mercilessly, quickly getting to the point that I have to stop working when it happens. Then, Steve comes to my cubicle to tell me the meeting is beginning. I nod silently, as I’m currently mid-contraction. “Are you all right sweety? You seem really hot, sort of sweaty. Do we need to turn up the AC?”
The painful squeezing feeling stops, and I can finally gasp out “Yes… yes, that would be great…” With that, I force myself to stand, and walk as steadily as possible to the meeting room. Before long, everyone is seated, and the meeting is called to order. My presentation is the last one, and the meeting is set to last all day. Lunch is ordered, and the lights are dimmed as the first employee begins their slide-show, talking about bottom lines and fiscal gains.
My labor is going faster than I’d hoped, and a vicious pressure begins to make itself known. My child’s head is pressing mercilessly against my strained cervix, and the contractions are quickly getting overwhelmingly strong.
I’m just starting another vicious contraction, this one so bad a tear actually is forced from my eye, when lunch arrives. One of the other employees is opening his soda, and it overflows, dripping on the floor everywhere, which is good for me, because at that same time I let out a quiet gasp as I hear a small, quiet pop from inside me, and seconds later, amniotic fluid spills from between my legs.
I sit, horrified that my water has already broken. Even as more fluid drips from my puffy opening, through my now ruined leggings, and onto the floor, I feel the head of my baby, eager to be born, beginning to force my cervix the rest of the way open. The pain takes my breath away, increasing tenfold. The only saving grace is that the pattering of the juices flowing from inside me blends in with the overflowing drink pattering on the floor.
The mess is cleaned up, and the meeting resumes. The birth of my child, however, continues uninterrupted. An overwhelming need to push seizes me, but I was sure, if I can just hold back, I can still wait until after the meeting. So I continue to desperately resist my urges, the pain causing black spots to float in front of me, and a dull roar to fill my ears. And even so, the child slips ever further down my body, filling me from the inside.
Three-quarters of the way through the meeting, the baby’s getting low. My lips are starting to bulge outward, brushing against my panties. I can feel sweat running down my face, my hair sticking to my skin. My whole body is burning hot, everything hurt.
Then one of the CEOs looks at me. “No need to be nervous, dear.” He smiles kindly, and I force a smile back. “Well…” he continues, “I believe it’s time for your presentation.”
Oh god.
I stand, remaining silent, even as my whole body cries out against the action. Gathering all I would need, I waddle my way to the front of the boardroom, the damp spot between my legs cloaked by the dark room. As I lean over the computer to plug in my USB to the computer, another contraction hits, and I hold the table for support, letting out an almost silent moan as I feel my slick tunnel starting to push open. More tears are squeezed from me as I force myself not to bear down as my body so desperately wants to.
Even without my help, I open fairly far, the hasty offspring inside me crowning quickly.
When the contraction ends, my womanhood burns like fire, clearly marking the stretched ring of my lips encircling the baby’s head. I can no longer close my legs all the way, so I resolve myself to walking as little as possible. “As you can see here…” I click the mouse, ignoring my body’s pleas to lay down and push this child out, my instinctual need to remove my clothes and howl as I push with all my might. “Profits have been steadily increasing every quarter…”
I continue my presentation, even as my child continues to emerge from between my legs, forcing myself to stay calm and take my time during contractions. “I believe more profits are to be found…” Another cruel fist squeezes my midsection, and my over-sensitive labia is stretched even further, the burning feeling increasing.
“Our operations in the neighboring town are proving… fruitless, so perhaps we should abandon them…” I can feel the head emerge more, starting to force my panties downward, away from my fiery hot loins. “We’ve received an offer from a woman… claiming to be doing advanced… fertility research…” I’m open wide, the head is half-way out. My leggings strain, my child starting to push them down, the soft prison of my panties only barely slowing it’s decent.
“…An increase… of… school-age girls… seeking refuge in surrounding towns…” I keep accidently gasping, and I hear muttering from the room. I’m pouring sweat, as my baby opens me even further. This is it’s widest point, the hateful agony between my legs of my poor slit, pushed far beyond anything it’s ever dealt with before.
“…If we… focus… on funding… some of the… hah… religious groups… we could… ah… increase our… hah… ah… AH! OH!” I stagger, as I feel a rush of motion from within. The rest of my child’s head slides out of me, stopping at the shoulders. I feel my leggings and panties slip down a bit, and everyone looks confused. I hear someone whisper “What’s wrong with her…” My skirt is covering the bulge, nobody can see that a small human being is dangling from my aching, abused tunnel.
I have to finish the presentation. I have to. I click the mouse again, my vision blurring, my head feeling light. “So, in conclusion… ugh… it would be wise for… us to…” I’m leaned over the table, unable to support myself anymore. Everyone is staring at me in shock, as my labor enters it’s final stages. I feel the shoulders opening me all over again, even wider now. It’s a good thing my leggings are so elastic.
“… exploit the… habbits of… the… ugh… ahhhhhhh…” My panties are slipping down, almost half-way down my thighs now, almost past the hem of my skirt. My leggings are even only barely hanging onto my waist. Everyone has to see it. I’m going to give birth in front of them. But I’m delirious with pain and exhaustion, all I can think of is finishing the presentation. I must get the promotion… I have to…
“…Locals… and invest in the… various institutions… that… cater to… them…” One shoulder is starting to slide out of me. My baby is coming out, weather I want it to or not. It hurts. Everything hurts.
I have to finish.
I have to birth.
“Whether they’re making…. victims… or helping… them…” Another contraction. “And… I’m… ugh… baby… AH… having… MY BABY! AAAHHHHHH!!!” The other shoulder slips free. “It’s OUT!” the rest slides out quickly, a sudden intense rush of motion, and the weight of the rest of my child sliding from me causes my leggings and panties to slide to my knees. “IT’S OUT! AAHHH!” Everyone is staring in openmouthed shock, the cord leading from inside me, under my skirt, to the child now nestled in my utterly destroyed underwear.
Silence for a moment. The room won’t stop spinning. “That’s all… I have…” I finish. I smile at my co-workers. Then my legs give out, and I collapse to the ground. As I slip into unconsciousness, I hear my newborn child cry. Then, painless, quiet darkness overcomes me.
I wake up in the hospital. Steve is there, next to my bed. When my eyes open, he smiles. “Thank god you’re awake, I was so worried.” Then his expression changes, becoming stern. “That was an insane stunt you pulled. The doctors said you almost died, not to mention the baby. Fortunately, they managed to get you stable, and our child is fine too…”
He shook his head. “You should have told me… I would have helped you. I mean, I wouldn’t be going out with you if I didn’t care…” He meets my eyes. “Still. If there’s one thing the heads of our company like, it’s someone who’s willing to do anything for our company. And your little stunt showed you really are willing to do ANYTHING, even if it puts you in danger. And your report was by far their favorite.
“Congratulations, Vice-presedent. After you get off maternity leave, I’ll brief you on everything your new position gives you, and what duties you have to fulfill.” I grinned widely. I’d done it. All the pain, the fear, it had all been worth it. “Now, get some sleep.” Steve said, standing. “It’s time I get home too.”
With that, my boyfriend, father of my first child, left me with my thoughts. I drifted off, dreaming of money, power, and maybe, just maybe, raising my newborn with this man who, perhaps, is worth considering as more than just a boyfriend.
