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Shannon works for a toy company in downtown New York. She was normally very punctual but having to bring her son, Paul, to work for “Bring Your Kid To Work Day” made her run behind schedule. He was only five years old and wasn't the most compliant child. However, because the holidays were nearing, and the streets and buildings were more crowded than usual, she found it hard to be anywhere on time, especially in her state.

“C'mon, sweetie, we're going to be late. The cab is here and you know mommy can't move that fast.”

“Don't forget your cardigan, mommy.”

…

The taxi cab pulled up to the building where she worked just as the clock hit 9:15am. With Paul in hand she shuffled to the elevator and poked her arm through just before the doors closed.

“Here, let me help you with that,” one gentleman said as he grabbed Paul's backpack and Shannon's briefcase from her shoulder while she struggled into the elevator.

“Thank you,” she said out of breath. “It's sure nice to get some help every once and a while.”

The truth is Shannon had no problem getting help from anyone lately. One look at her and even a stranger off the street would offer to rub her feet in pity...

She was pregnant, heavily pregnant. Normally weighing a petite 102 lbs. when without child, five foot three inch tall Shannon looked uncomfortable and swollen beyond nature's limit. While she herself was a small, young woman, aged 29, her husband was nothing short of a giant. He was, after all, a firefighter. Because of this odd sized pairing, birthing was always going to be harder for Shannon, and she knew it, but she enjoyed pregnancy too much to let it stop her.

This was her third pregnancy and while she loved each one more than the last, this one was a little different. Her burgeoning belly was housing a rather large baby with macrosomia. It essentially means that the baby is larger than average. Shannon always looked a month ahead of where she actually was in her pregnancy because of this, so by this time she looked more than overdue. In more recent weeks people were asking if her painfully round womb was holding twins and to their dismay she would always proudly say, “Just one! A BIG one!”

(Back in the elevator) “It sure looks like you could use it,” the nice gentleman said, staring at her ever protruding abdomen.

Shannon noticed his ogling and it caused her to blush so she bashfully wanted to cover herself with what she could. She could barely button the top button of her cardigan as it strained to reach over the top of her belly and under her engorged breasts. It was all she could manage. The solely top buttoned black cardigan made a triangle shape across center of her stomach, the bottom corners hanging the better part of a foot away from her hips as it draped off her unborn child's home. It was contrasted by her gray shirt being forced in all directions around her bulge. Normally her shirt would have shot up her ballooning stomach the moment she let go of it but for the last three weeks she had to start pinning it to the inside of her bottoms; in this case, her skirt.

Shannon preferred to wear skirts, as her figure enlarged, for two reasons. Firstly, because they were far less restricting than any pants and therefore were easier for her to use the bathroom. It was almost impossible for Shannon to reach both of her hands under her wide and heavy belly to zip up anything close to her crotch. Secondly, and a little more proudly, she didn't think that she had to dress conservatively just because she was pregnant. She was happy to be pregnant and she didn't mind showing it off where she could.

Her navy blue skirt hem created the bottom border of the gray triangle that showed her bulge. If anyone in the area couldn't already tell she was expecting, the great, big triangle on her front was a beacon to all, “Wide load coming through”.

The elevator jolted to a stop as its breaks were applied and with Shannon's misplaced center of gravity her underbelly bumped Paul on the back of the head.

“Sorry, honey”, she said, but assumed it hurt her more than Paul as it knocked the baby into all of her organs. “Ooofff….to be pregnant again,” she said under her breath as the gentleman handed her belongings back to her.

Paul ran out as the door opened onto Shannon's company's floor. There were always toys everywhere he could play with so she knew she could still get some work done today even though he was with her. Paul took a hard right to the toy testing area where all Shannon's coworkers knew him and could watch after him as she took tiny steps, zig-zagging through all the cubicles, bracing her belly in one hand, briefcase in the other.

Shannon was a young profession because of one simple fact. She believed that she could do anything and that nothing could stand in her way. That is how she became the project manager for the toy company: determination. With all of her hard work she had earned the corner office; ground to ceiling glass walls, a couch, and even a private bathroom.

She didn't want people to think she could do what she wanted just because she was the boss so since she was a few minutes late, she made a point of acknowledging that she would stay late to make up for it, even though she was usually the last one there anyway, making sure everything was set for the next day.

“Hi Suzy,” Shannon said as she fumbled to get her keys out of her cardigan pocket. “Any messages for me yet this morning?”

“Nope, should be smooth sailing today since our clients know its Kid day today. I don't think they'll ask much of you,” said Suzy.

“Good, I have plenty of work on my own without having to add to the pile,” stressed Shannon while she turned the key to her office door.

Shannon unbuttoned her cardigan and slowly pealed it off her shoulders. Her abundant tummy jutted forward another foot as she dropped her shoulders back to ease off the garment. Her shirt tightened so thoroughly from this gesture that it quickly changed from its original color to a silky translucence that showed her linea nigra leading up to her popped out belly button. She placed the cardigan on the coat hanger and made her way toward her desk.

With her outerwear off it was now possible to see the full extent of her shape. Because Shannon's skin sensitivity peaked in her gravid state, she could only wear the essentials, and that meant no bra. To compensate she wore tight shirts to control the overfilled masses. She didn't worry about milk leaking out though as it hadn't happened with her previous pregnancies, so she wore her tops with confidence. It also meant Shannon couldn't wear any of those elaborate pregnancy panties. She would only allow soft, lace thongs to hug her puffy labia. The more scant the better as everything was cause for discomfort.

Her nipples were always aroused, even in her warm office, and stuck out a half an inch from the jiggling mounds from which they were attached. Shannon's body had been pumping milk into her breasts for some time and it showed. They looked as if they were impregnated along with her womb. Her plump chest swelled onto her extremely round belly, bouncing with every movement. Even her breasts tested the tensile strength of her cotton shirt and clearly showed the outlines of her areolas as they pulled the fabric thin. No one in the office made her feel uncomfortable so she had no worries about being a little revealing in her precious state.

Having birthed two other children, and both naturally, Shannon's hips were already somewhat widened, but neither of her other two children weighed more than 9 lbs. This baby in her swelling mound was 13 lbs. as of yesterday's doctor checkup. That determination and non quitting attitude that got her a high status in her company was the same determination that she used to convince herself that she would deliver this abnormally large baby through her small frame naturally. When anyone told her she couldn't do something she felt it was her mission to prove them wrong. Her doctor tried to persuade Shannon to schedule a C-section but the thought of birthing this hefty bundle on her own was enticing and she couldn't be turned off from the idea.

Shannon’s ample hips forced her skirt to be immovable. With absolutely no room to move up her belly, her extended sides would not allow it to move down either. She only wore skirts that zipped up the side or back, the only places she could still reach on her loaded form.

Aware of the limits of her body, Shannon arched her back, push her belly out, grabbed her desk with one hand and the back of her desk chair with the other as she lowered her bottom into her seat.

"Whoa," she muttered while trying to keep balanced. "Go slow," she thought to herself.

Just as her butt settled in the chair her thighs forcefully split apart from her massive womb weighing down on them and her right knee slammed into the side of her desk.

“Shit,” she exclaimed. “That's the second time this week. As if I don't already limp around enough!”

Shannon's heavy load forced her knees to be two and a half feet apart and her thighs to be separated at a ninety degree angle. She didn't mind being lodged in her computer chair though because the seat supported her lower tummy as it fell down between her lap. Her whole underside was forced to lay flat on her chair seat; ten inches of belly, her shaved pubic mound, and her enlarged labia lips, filled out enough to protect her clitoris from any stimulation, all pointed straight down to the ground. Shannon appreciated the cradling.

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Hours passed while Shannon cut through her work. Paul intermittently popped in to use the bathroom or get some attention from his mother or to tell her about the cool new toy he was playing with.

Ggggggbbbbbgggggggllllll....Shannon's stomach let out a wild noise as if to say “Feed me now!”. She would always work so hard she would forget what time it was until she was starving.

“Lunch orders!” Suzy said she while popped her head in Shannon's office.

“Thank god, you must have read my...belly,” Shannon giggled, tracing the curves of her distended midsection. Her hands disappeared just past her raised navel and came to a rest supporting under her breeding chamber as she smiled looking past her full bust.

“I'll have the large grilled chicken salad, a side of sweet potato fries, an order of garlic bread, and a very large water,” Shannon eagerly blurted out.

“Is that all?” Suzy said jokingly at the size of her order.

“Well I don't want to spoil my dinner,” Shannon jabbed back at her.

The food arrived 25 minutes later and Shannon felt as if her impossibly large stomach had shrunk to the size of her ungestating self. She devoured the food in a matter of minutes before Paul ran in to grab his chicken tenders. Shannon was now stuffed to the gills. Larger her pregnant, beach ball belly grew while she arched her back to take pressure off her pelvis. The baby started kicking as it received the nourishment from Shannon's large meal.

“Oh, no, here he goes agaaa......” she painfully whined as her gigantic baby writhed inside her. Shannon supported her womb from below and rubbed the front of her maternal bulge. She cooed though the pain as she shot forward, hitting her sprouting belly against the desk. The large baby kicked back. As soon as it started it was over.

“Mommy, are you ok?” asked Paul with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Yes, love. Your little brother is just getting excited to be born soon, that's all,” she quickly replied. “Are you done with your lunch yet?” she added.

“Yep!” he shouted.

“Ok, let mommy finish up her work. Go play some more with the toy testers.” And Paul scurried out of the room and was gone in a second. Shannon had been having events like this all month as she neared the day she would drop this heavy child from her overstuffed womb.

She knew that today was kind of a joke day for everyone since most employees had brought their children with them and she figured she could get more done without any interruptions, plus she thought it would boast well for the fact she had been late this morning. She had Suzy round everyone up and tell them that they could all go home as she wouldn't need them for the rest of the day.

“Remember, Shannon, the phone company is shutting the land lines off for two hours tonight, so you'll have to use you cell phone if you want to get a hold of anyone,” said Suzy.

“Almost forgot...well I never get any cell service in here. It will be nice to not have the distraction. Have a good night Suzy. See you in the morning,” said Shannon as Suzy turned away to leave.

...

No one leaves faster than a worker that is off early, so by 3:10pm the place was empty. She told Paul to check in regularly to make sure he was alright. He checked in a few minutes after the last person left.

Just then Shannon moaned a deep, guttural howl and seized her tight belly with both hands barely able to reach fully around her stomach. Her abdomen felt rock hard. She remembered instantly what was happening. This wasn't like the little ones she had been having after she ate, this was a real contraction.

“Nooooo...uuggghh...nooooooaaaaawwwwwww”, she was hit with the full force of the contraction. Her head whipped back and forced her chair to tilt backwards causing gravity to fully spread her legs wide open as her knees shot up then out. After the pain ceased, Shannon took her hands off her belly and reached for her desk to shift her weight forward.

“Please, no. Not now,” she prayed. “SHIT...the phones! This CAN’T be happening now!”

She was sweating and panting after the full body convulsion and needed a couple minutes before she had the strength to get Paul. When enough strength built, she slowly pushed herself up and used the desk as a handrail until she could reach the door. She waited a moment at the threshold of the door to catch her breath again. She kicked across the carpet without lifting her feet up off the ground as she bounced from cubicle to cubicle, resting periodically due to the burning of her unborn child's head weighing on her pelvis. She reached the second to last cubicle before the playroom where Paul was when her knees buckled and she was forced into a low squat.

“Ooooouuuuffffff...aaaaahhhhhhhhhoooooooowwwww”, she howled.

This ripped the pins out of her shirt freeing it from her skirt and spontaneously unzipped the side of her skirt to make room for the sagging, enlarged belly hanging only an inch from the ground between her motherly loins. Her shirt rolled up her belly faster than a retractable projector screen exposing her staggering bulge, getting caught under the stiffness of her hard nipples. With all her might, her maternally thickened thighs trembled and burned as she struggled to pick herself up.

“Hhhhhhhhhfffffffffff.....hhhhhhhhfffffffffff.......hhhhhhhhhuuuuuuaaaaaaafffffffff”

She crept up inch by inch until she was hunched over the cubicle's desk and flung herself across the walkway to the last cubicle. Paul noticed her standing there but before she could get a word out he ran past her into her office and hid in the bathroom. With her skirt loosened by the fall, Shannon had to keep her legs wide apart to keep it from falling off as she hunched toward her office. This was inconsequential, however, even if she had been completely naked she wouldn't have been able to keep her legs any closer, they were forced wide by her massive overhanging round orb of a stomach, now swaying just inches from her knees, rubbing the inside of her legs.

Shannon repeated the ping pong process again back to her office, this time more slowly and was able to do so before another contraction hit. She made it to her desk and leaned over it until she could muster enough power to call for Paul.

“Paaauuu....aaaaaoooohhhhhh......”, she moaned again as a contraction hit her fast. This time she was better able to support herself at her desk. Shannon pulled at her shirt to cover the exposed lower half of her breasts and was only able to hide a few inches of her curving belly. She quickly spun around and planted her wide hips and full bottom on the edge of the desk before the contraction grew worse.

“Heeeheeeeheee.....aaaaahhhhhhhh......ooooohhhhhh....heeeeheeeheeee.....aaaahhhhhh....ooooohhhh”, she mumbled loudly as her womb seized her again. This time it's force pushed her all the way back onto her desk, but only her shoulders hit. Shannon's head went beyond the far edge of the desk where her chair was while her back was bowed like a swayback horse. Her bare belly pointed straight up into the air, her arms wrapped around her raised center while she wriggled in pain.

Paul came out to see what the ruckus was only to see his mother possessed with pain.

“Mommy! What's wrong?!?!”, Paul cried. Even though he was only five years old, Paul knew the situation was grim so he started to cry. As he approached the front of his grunting mother's desk, her body relaxed, her tight uterus softened and she was able to right herself be gripping the edge of her desk on either side of her compressed, doughy ass, until her feet touched the ground.

“Honey, it's ok, you don't need to cry,” huffed Shannon with sweat running down her brow, “Mommy is just realizing....that your little baby brother....is a little impatient.”

“What does that mean, mommy?” sobbed Paul.

“Well, it means that mommy is going to need your help getting your new little brother,” Shannon was able to say in a full sentence. “Now, mommy is going to be hurting for a minute while your brother gets ready to be born, but then mommy will have a break until your brother starts to try again.”

Paul had never seen his mother in pain and this scared him greatly but Shannon's reassuring tone was able to turn his sobs into light sniffles. Shannon knew her water could break at any time and her baby was causing her to feel like she would pee right where she was standing. For both of these reasons she knew she had to get to the bathroom.

She tried to take one step forward when she felt her mobility cut short. Her last contraction had forced her stance so wide that her skirt was now too big of a hindrance to walk. She tried to reach the end of her skirt to hike it up her thighs but she could not get around her tummy without losing her balance.

“Paul, baby, can you help mommy roll up her skirt so mommy can walk better?” said Shannon. “Come in front of mommy, come between mommy's legs and push my skirt up towards by belly.”

Paul scrambled up to Shannon's wide spread crotch and scrunched up her skirt just enough for Shannon to grab the hem with her fingers and curled it up to the thinnest part of her waist.

“Like that, mommy?” Paul said as he faced directly into his mother's vulva, falling out around her slim, black panties, which were hardly veiling her vaginal opening. Paul wasn't exactly sure what he was seeing but instinct told him that it was strange and awkward.

“Yeah baby, that was great.” she exclaimed.

“Mommy, don't babies come out of your belly? That's what a girl at school told me.” Paul asked in an unsure voice.

Normally Shannon would have spared her son the graphic details of childbirth, but she felt it was important to let Paul know what was about to happen so he would not be frightened by the events that were soon to unfold.

“Well, honey, babies grow inside of mommies' bellies, but then when the baby is ready to come out, mommy has to push it out. It's like when you have to go potty, baby.” She was surprised at how tactful she made it sound in her state of confusion.

“Oh, ok, mommy. I know what that is like.” Paul cheerfully said. He was excited that he could relate with someone, a rare case for a five year old.

Feeling another contraction brewing, Shannon abruptly directed Paul to the bathroom to wait for her entrance behind him. She inhaled deeply and when the contraction hit she blew it out angrily and fumbled to the arm of the couch behind her desk. The contraction wasn't at it's peak yet when she turned to her left and entered the bathroom where Paul was leaning against the wall to her left. The contraction swelled and Shannon bit down hard on her lip. This one brought her to her knees, and she braced her fall by putting her hands out in front of her.

Paul was standing a few feet from her left side as he stared at her profile. Now on all fours, Paul could see his mothers gravity forced belly pulling down and looking bigger than he had ever seen before. Her massive, low hanging underbelly was bulging out from behind her thighs as far out as her fattened rear, and in front, the top of the mound pushed her overproducing breasts forward, bouncing them under her chin like the udders they were.

She couldn't bare moving so Shannon stayed on all fours. She picked one of her hands up off the ground and vigorously stroked her perfectly rounded belly all over until the pain subsided.

Paul was scared from the event and ran over to her mother when he felt she was no longer in pain. He hugged Shannon across her side and back while she crawled a couple steps toward the toilet.

When Shannon got both her hands on the toilet seat she began to strain herself upwards. She bowed her back and felt something shift inside her cervix then heard a little splash of liquid on the linoleum floor.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, my water....my water broke." Shannon said in calm voice.

The release of pressure was soothing compared to the pain she was getting hit with in regular shifts. While it felt good for a moment, it quickly rapt Shannon with fear. She knew that she would now start progressing into labor a lot quicker as her cervix would ripen and dilate from the force or her large offspring's head.

"Mommy, what just happened?" cried Paul.

"Mommy's water broke, which means your little brother is going to be coming soon. Mommy is going to need your help some more, baby, ok?" Shannon said.

Shannon knew that with her water broken a contraction would follow shortly. At the rate the she was getting barraged with pain, Shannon knew she had less than a minute until the next one.

She was able to pick herself up and quickly plant her butt on the toilet seat. She leaned back, clasping her hands just above her pubic bone to alleviate the pressure. Shannon's womb dweller had shifted down into her pelvis from its normal suspended state. Her giant belly now sat lower and her skirt started to cut into her lower gut.

"Baby, can you run to mommy's desk and grab the scissors out of her drawer?" Shannon stressed.

Paul ran as fast as he could seeing the situation was dire. He handed the scissors to Shannon and she quickly put them to use. She sliced the side of her skirt and instantly it snapped off her like a broken rubber band, falling to her right.

"Oooooohhhhhh gaaaawwwwd, yesss" Shannon cried as the pressure released off of her. "Thank you, baby," she said with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. She began polishing every inch of her voluminous tummy with her palms when she started to relieve herself, as if the calm rubbing involuntarily released her bladder.

"Wwhhuu!...aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...", her voice spiked in pitch as the urination caught her off guard, but instantly turned into a groan as she enjoyed the sensation. The fact that she was peeing through her panties startled her but it was too late and they didn't seem to be affecting the act anyhow. She continued caressing herself while emptying her bladder; the two acts together were too pleasing to quit.

From the chaos and rubbing motion, Shannon's shirt had successfully wedged itself under her undulating milk holders and was held tightly in place by their ample weight. The sunlight coming through the bathroom window reflected brightly off of her completely nude, drum tight womb as it gained a couple of inches in girth from the loss of her restraining skirt.

Her practically useless panties and shoes were the only things keeping Shannon covered from the top of her belly down to her feet. Knowing the limits of her range, Shannon had been wearing slip-ons to make it easy for herself. She kicked one off after the other and was left with little white ankle socks. It would be easier for her to shuffle in socks than shoes when the time came to leave the bathroom, plus her aching feet enjoyed the freedom.

With only enough time to have a thought run through her head before another contraction, Shannon figured she would leave her panties on, for at least they covered something and it would prolong the time until she would be forced to expose herself in full to her young child. They were easily stretched by her widening lower swell, but caused her no discomfort, as the elastic was very accommodating.

Shannon knew her body because as soon as she decided her leave her panties on for the moment she was given a warning shot from her uterus. This time it throbbed her whole body. In preparation for the worst, she seized up, hugged her quivering tummy and shut her eyes hard to ready herself.

“Mommy!” Paul cried, but Shannon could not give him the attention he needed to calm down.

“Aaaaggggghhhhh,” Shannon howled as her cramping uterus turned to stone. Her left hand instinctively shot left and grabbed the hand rail next to the toilet. Her knees bounced high up but were forced wide as they rubbed the perimeter of her distended belly. Her right hand groped under her tight mass in an attempt to force it up to accommodate her flailing lower limbs. Her hips locked and Shannon was stuck in the only position her body would allow.

“Ggggggaaaaaaa!!!!! HHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Sssssshhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” her faced turned as red as a sunburn while her body struggled through the worst of it. The contractions were getting longer. In the middle of this current one, there was a brief lull that caused Shannon to expel her lungs and lower her legs.

“Hhhhhuuuuuu,” she panted her breath out. “Paauuull.…hhhhh....mmmom.....mommy...hhhhhhh….needs some….hhhhh….hhhellllp.”

Paul started to near her when the final bit of this contraction gave Shannon an aftershock. She seized for a moment while Paul hopped back in terror. It was over.

Terrified, Paul asked, “What can I do mommy?”

Knowing that she could in no way stand another contraction on this toilet, let alone birth a child on it, Shannon looked ahead to the soft, green couch against the wall behind her desk.

“Help mommy get to the couch, baby,” she said.

Shannon voluntarily brought her knees as high as she could, but mostly just spread them apart, raised her arms above her, and leaned her head back just to throw all of her weight forward to gain momentum.

“HHhhyyyyaaaaaa!!!” she let out as her body teetered forward. Her body rocked back to its original position though. She tried again. “Hhhhhhaaaaaa” she screamed, rocking forward at first. She quickly crept back but this time she used the momentum to her advantage while she repeated her flinging actions. Feeling it was almost enough when her full weight was forward again, she grabbed the railing and hoisted herself to her feet. Her over-sized tummy tipped her forward with the momentum but Paul, seeing his mother capsizing forward, raised his hand up to catch Shannon’s right hand, while her left stayed planted on the railing.

Taking a second to make sure she was in control of herself, Shannon told Paul to walk her to the couch. Paul was so little, especially compared to Shannon’s size now, that he really only guided her in the direction of the couch while she frantically scooted one foot in front of the other across the hard floor. Paul had her right hand in his while again she sought to ease the weight of her quivering load from under with her left hand, now that she was upright.

When she reached the lip of her carpeted office Shannon had to agonizingly lift her heels just slightly off the ground so her socks wouldn’t stick on the carpet. But the couch was right in front of her now, so she carefully stuck her butt out and slowly turned around in a high squat.

While Shannon turned to ready herself for sitting, Paul, now closer to his mother than he had been earlier, saw her great belly trying to heave itself off of her body. Her mound pulled so greatly at her, Paul could see six ribs down her left side protruding through her trembling skin.

She put both hands around what she could of her throbbing womb; it felt like her pulled tight skin would not be able to keep her belly attached to her torso if she didn’t support the aching load.

The couch was lower than her desk chair or toilet so she wanted to aim herself before making a drop she knew she could not adjust from. With her butt hovering over the couch and with her hands on her knees, Shannon looked through her legs at the couch behind her. Straining to see around her heaping stomach for the center split in the cushions, Shannon's knees could only last for a few seconds under the pressure. In a desperate attempt to align, she curled herself around her stomach as best she could and forced her head down. An extra inch of couch was revealed above her belly crest and she could see that it was good enough.

Her knees having given all they could, Shannon just plummeted back with no wish to help any part of herself except for her baby from dropping like an anvil into her sore cervix. She gripped both sides of her belly and squeezed her womb to keep it in place from lowering as she touched down.

"Hhhmmmmffff", the couch squeaked as Shannon dropped herself onto it. Her breasts slightly slinked around her widened sides, kept mostly in place by her shirt, but quickly returned to their natural position.

"Ooooowwwww," she sighed. Her bracing only mildly helped in keeping her enlarged occupant from sliding lower into her birth canal.

"Paul, mommy needs another favor. Can you get the hand mirror out of the bathroom?" Shannon panted.

Shannon knew Paul would witness the birth but she wanted to see with her own eyes what was happening instead of relying on a five year old’s account . She had him prop it on her desk in front of her at the right angle then thought of what she needed to do next in preparation.

She couldn't possibly deliver through her amniotic fluid and urine soaked panties so she tried to remove them herself forgetting about the scissors in the bathroom. She slid them off her plump behind and push them a ways down her thighs.

"Grab mommy's panties, baby, and pull them off," Shannon directed Paul. He came by her side and dragged them the rest of the way down her thighs to the point where her legs were too wide spread to continue.

"Hhhhhhhh," Shannon moaned and she struggled to pinch her knees closer than two feet apart. With her trying, Paul's yanking, and the panties stretching, her legs closed enough to get them down to her feet. She kick them off the rest of the way off with her toes as her knees sprung out towards the arms of the couch again to their natural position.

While minutes earlier Paul had briefly seen his mother’s vagina from her standing position, once clad in her sheer panties, the display now was a far cry from his first viewing. Her wide spread legs and unsheathed pussy, only two feet off the ground, presented all her gender without fail. Paul looked on wide-eyed. Shannon’s shirt had become drenched with sweat under her throbbing breasts and was causing them to chafe. She liberated her swollen boobs, which before had pinned her grey shirt under, now prevented it from lowering from her neckline. This quick act drew Paul’s attention to her mother’s chest as she exposed herself. Not only had her body been inflating her chest size, it caused her areolas to enlarge and darken along with her nipples. Her body was ready to produce a child. Fully without inhibitions, Shannon wanted to begin delivering.

Shannon began probing around her vagina to see if she could get her fingers in enough to feel for progress. She could only hook her pointer finger’s second knuckle around her labia; not enough to feel anything except her motherly fluids. In this arrangement, Shannon’s forearm and bicep felt her stomach turn hard as it forced her fingers out of her vagina.

Before, her contractions were the worst of her pain, but now they were quickly shadowed by the lowering of her large, unborn child’s aggressive descent into her canal. A shot down her spine caused Shannon’s body to react like a puppet, as she was no longer in control of what nature wanted. Involuntarily, Shannon’s chin pushed into her chest at the same time her knees thrust straight back toward the couch where her hands were ready to receive her thighs.

No sounds escaped her as she held her breath in and bore down. She wanted to work with the contraction and tried to push with it as long as she could. After 15 seconds her face was cherry red and her arms and legs were trembling under the pressure.

“Pphhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa,” she exploded with all her might. “Haaaa….haaaa….haaaa....haaaa,” Shannon panted in exhaustion, but he contraction was still upon her. She could feel her hips forced open by the girth of the sinking head. Her body’s response to the sensation was “don’t stop”. Only her muscles and neck were relaxed during the pause in pushing, her form was unchanged. Her head fell forward again and the power returned to her arms and legs as she pushed hard once more; this time only lasting a fraction of the previous one and with no feeling of progress. Her whole body loosened as the contraction left.

Falling limp and feeling defeated on the couch, Shannon desperately wanted to recover in time for the next one. Everything was burning as her body was stretching to free her caged offspring. Again she tried to feel into her vagina for progress. Her finger told her nothing but she brought her knees back as her body had just forced her to do. She spread her sticky labia majora with her fingertips and her labia minor unfurl in unison. She stared into the mirror and gave a little push to further expose her birth canal. Shannon’s well lit office showed her that the head was passing into her vagina.

“Phheewwww,” she breathed out tiredly as she was panting from the slight exertion.

“Nooohhh, I need more time,” she cried. Her legs pulled back wide around her wide belly against her wishes. She had to push.

The head dropped enough causing Shannon’s vagina to open effortlessly without help even though there were inches left until she would be fully crowning. It was progressing fast...too fast. Shannon knew this 13 lb. baby would rip her up if she did not take her time; something her body was not taking into consideration. She stopped actively pushing during the contraction but her legs stayed erect until it ended.

She could now feel the top of the head when she probed past her extremely sensitive and swollen labia with her finger. After the last contraction had ended, Shannon was permanently open, the head was too big for her lips to touch anymore.

“Mommy, is it coming?” Paul cried.

“Ya, baby….it’s coming,” she replied. “Oooowwwhhhhh….hhhhmmmffff,” she sobbed as the head burrowed deeper.

Shannon’s whole pelvic region was blazing as she was forced open, wider and wider. Her next contraction was worse yet. Her hips creaked open as the head drove into her vagina. As before this forced her thighs to her hands like magnets. Her bottom opened to push the child deeper through. She screamed in agony. Her legs, once at their peak spread, separated even more with each push as she jacked them higher and higher into the air. She could feel her vagina fill completely with what felt like nothing she had felt before.

“Hhhuuuuuuuuuuu,” she let out as she quivered. Her vulva pulsated as her body tried to pump blood back into it. The mirror showed her the baby’s head, now visible without her pushing, through a one inch hole. Every square inch of Shannon’s vagina bulged forward in a perfect half sphere, showing the contents of what was behind it. Wanting to slow it down, she leaned forward, and rolled around her ridiculously round tummy, surprisingly the same size, though the baby was almost a foot out of it. She decided to take this next contraction sitting up if she could to slow the process.

Preparing for the next contraction, she planted her feet on the ground, grabbed her shins and kept her weight forward. It hit with all the same pain, but much slower advance. Shannon, feeling that this was the best for now, continued with this new position for a few more contraction, each one only opening her labia a few millimeters. Not long did it take her body to regain control over the situation and put her back to birthing this child out.

Shannon’s contraction were on top of each other now and she was hardly getting a break in between to recoup. Fussing and crying she bore down and push her butt forward as much as she could. Each 10 second push left her labia gaping from the force only to close slightly with each release. She was, although, flowering, for each inch she pushed her baby out, it receded only half way back when she released.

Shannon’s opening was now filled with the sight of her soon-to-be-birthed child’s head. Without contraction, he was creeping slowly out. First only a teardrop the size of a thumbprint was formed by her labia, now rounded out and palm sized, it had grown into a much larger circle. The head pushed apart her outer lips and exposed her inner set. Her clitoris, entirely free now, swelled from the force behind it.

A contraction came and Shannon began to squeeze. There was no distinguishing folds to her vagina any more, everything was stretched tight. Her opening quickly grew to five, then six inches across. She peered at the mirror and was horrified to see the size of the head still well within her.

“Ssshhhhiiiiiitttttt!!!!….hmmmmmmffffffff!!!!!” she yelled, not seeing any signs that the head was going to finish crowning. Feeling defeated she relented and the head slid back in, closing her vaginal curtains from a perfect circle to an oval. Shannon, as we know, is a determined individual, so she pushed out again with all her might.

Oval, to circle, to bigger circle she grew until she thought her head would pop, but instead she heard a different pop with a gush of liquid.

“Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” Shannon yelled out at the top of her lungs along with her release.

Unable to see over her tired belly she saw in the mirror that the head was out and was wearing her inflamed labia around his neck. It was huge. The sight was unreal as to how she was able to perform this impossible feat. No sooner had she seen the extent and source of her pain did she see the head begin to rotate in conjunction with a contraction. The shoulders were next. The head was out enough for Shannon to grab, directing herself with the mirror in front of her. She struggled to keep her legs high and wide without the help of her hands, now birthing the baby manually. With a strong contraction and a healthy pull, Shannon freed the baby from her body. It was over.

Her legs dropped to the floor and her head fell back as she grabbed her baby.

“You did it mommy,” exclaimed Paul.

“Yes...hmmmm….yes I did…..hhhffff…...baby,” whispered Shannon.

Through her exertions, Shannon had unintentionally squeezed a substantial amount of milk out of her overloaded breasts and all over her now slightly deflated belly. She picked her newborn up placed him on her belly in front of her nipple. He smelled his mother’s nourishment and latched on instantly.

“I didn’t think it was ‘Bring Your KIDS to Work Day’ today!” Shannon ended with.

Sara and Tina met years ago at tennis camp the summer before their sophomore year in high school. As both of them grew older they also grew closer. Each loved tennis more every year that passed. By senior year of high school they were best friends, they were inseparable.

Sara and Tina were excellent tennis players and wanted to attend a college with a good program. They were scouted by UCLA on many occasions while playing in high school and when college acceptance letters were mailed out they weren’t surprised that they both were offered scholarships.

Tina and Sara were attractive young girls and never had any problems getting attention from high school boys, but they always preferred each other’s company or playing tennis rather than dating. Because they solely devoted themselves to tennis, their strenuous activity had a toll on their relatively similar bodies. Having started tennis after puberty, their body shape was not stunted by their active lifestyle, however, something on the inside was. As you know, women who exercise heavily tend to lose their periods and this had been the case for both Sara and Tina. By the time they graduated, neither had had a period in almost a year and a half. Not ever having had sex, and without any period, the girls didn’t even bother taking birth control pills. They figured even if they did have sex, they weren’t having a period so it wouldn’t be a problem anyhow.

The girls enjoyed their last summer break of high before moving to LA for school. They took it a little easy in terms of tennis, opting for some sleep-overs and an occasional cheeseburger. But nothing that would keep them out of shape, just a little reward for having made their dreams come true.

They were excited that they would be rooming together in the dorms and about all the new friends they would meet. They were also eager to start up tennis again, this time semi-professionally. They had the first week of school free before practice would start. They acclimated themselves to their new environment for the first few days and decorated their room with all the usual girly college decor.

“Ahhhhffffff,” Tina said as she crumpled her face looking at Sara on her bed.

“What’s up?” Sara replied.

“My stomach has been aching me all morning. I think it was the food last night,” she conjectured.

“Mine TOO!! It must have been, we ate the same thing!” Sara spoke.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Tina proclaimed unhappily.

She locked the stall door, slid her sweatpants down with her panties and began to sit on the toilet seat when she noticed something shocking.

“Oh no...my period!!” she said as she stared at her bloody underwear. “It’s been forever!” she added.

Quickly realizing that it wasn’t what she ate, but rather her period that was causing her discomfort, Tina fix herself up and hurried back to the dorm room. Wanting to vent the bad news to her best friend, Tina barged through the door where Sara had her heels close to her bottom and knees pointing up, reading a book on her bed. Again she was shocked. Tina’s entrance caught Sara’s attention, but all that Tina could see was the red stain on Sara’s pants right where her vagina was.

“Ahhhh...you too,” Tina exclaimed.

“Me too, what,” Sara retorted.

“Your period!” Tina shouted.

Sara instinctually checked herself and gasped when she found Tina to be correct.

“Shit! It’s been forever!” cried Sara.

“Well, it’s not the end of the world. I mean, we are girls. I guess we had a good run while it lasted. And it also seems that our cycles are synched up better than my iPod is to my computer,” Tina comforted them with her words.

They laughed and were really more surprised than anything else. They knew that their hiatus in exercise was probably the cause and that they wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore since tennis was starting in a few days.

Their hypothesis was right, as neither of them experienced an incident again once tennis started in August.

...

The core of their focus was tennis, and possibly their young tennis coach, Tim. He would spend hours with them beyond practice trying to get them ready for their next match. They all struck up a great friendship together from spending so much time with one another. He was proud of their hard work and would also be lying if he said that he didn’t think they were both cute as well.

Tim was young too, only 26 years old. He was muscular, in shape, and rugged. Tina and Sara talked to each other about how cute he was after each practice. They thought of it as more of a crush than anything serious. A couple weeks went by with the giddy girls continuing to pine for him when they both won their first match against a rival school. Tim was so happy for them he wanted to celebrate.

He invited them over to his house for a Labor Day party he was having the following day. Sara and Tina were thrilled to get some off-the-court time with their crush. Being new to college and parties, the girls didn’t really know how to pace themselves. Every time someone offered a shot or a drink they thought, “Why not?”

After a couple hours Sara and Tina were drunk, but not falling over by any means. Lost of their inhibitions they began to hang all over Tim. He could tell they were flirting even through his own drunken state.

“I’ve gotta pee,” Tina whispered in Sara’s ear.

“Good luck,” she replied sarcastically, as the party had grown into a full on rage at this point in the night and the bathroom lines were horribly long.

Once Tina left, Tim gave Sara his full attention and asked her if she wanted to come with him to see something. At this point Tim could have asked her to bark like a dog and she would have obliged. He took Sara’s hand and led her to his room.

He threw her on his bed and instantly began taking his shirt off. He got on top of Sara and hiked her skirt up. She wanted him. They were making out fiercely while Tim ran his hand down to her thighs and parted her soft panties. Her knee went up in reaction and nudged his throbbing cock. She was impressed. Quickly he got his pants off and wasted no time in shoving his cock into Sara’s previously untouched pussy. Sara was relaxed from the alcohol and wet with horniness, so although being her first time, she didn’t feel any pain. Only a dozen thrusts in and Tim balls began to tighten and pump load after load of cum into Sara. She could feel it throb as he filled her.

A feeling flashed in Sara’s head of Tina. She knew they both liked him, but never thought it would come to this. She didn’t want to hurt her best friend. She thought that if Tim had waited for Tina to leave before he made his move, he must only have feelings for her. She sat up and begged Tim not to say anything. It was no sweat off his back. They had really only been gone a few minutes from when Tina had left for the bathroom, so when they left to go back to the party, no one was the wiser.

Tina came back shortly after, not realizing what had happened. Sara, feeling weird about being with Tina now, and tired anyway, decided to just go home and sleep the whole thing off. She asked if Tina would be alright without her.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll stay much longer anyway,” she said. Then Sara left.

No sooner did Sara leave when Tim grabbed Tina’s hand and said, “Let me show you something”, walking her towards his room.

Tina got excited to follow, as her womanly instincts were no less active than Sara’s. She assumed he wanted to wait until Sara left to show Tina that she was the one he liked. Tim began kissing Tina while they fell onto the bed. Tim pulled her blouse off to see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Tina was a little surprised because a minute ago had no plans on having sex for the first time, but she was in the heat of the moment that the alcohol supplied. Tim dropped his pants and like minutes earlier, pulled her panties to the side and pushed his cock into her. She gasped as he entered her, not having had anything like it before. Her tight pussy squeezed his cock for a couple minutes, lasting longer than with Sara from so recently cumming. But nevertheless, when the time came, Tim’s sack seized up and drained it's contents all over Tina’s cervix.

Tina and Sara were definitely best friends, because as soon as Tina could feel Tim stop pulsing in her, she said, “Please don’t tell Sara. It would destroy her”.

Tim laughed in his head and said, “Yeah, sure”. Then Tina left the party.

The weekend passed without the girls mentioning the party, but was otherwise normal. On Monday they went to tennis practice together and were surprised to see someone other than Tim.

“Hi, I’m Jeff, the new coach,” the unknown man said.

“New coach!” they both said in unison.

“Yeah, Tim is moving to Nebraska for a different job. He let us know a month ago about it, and said he could only stay until last week. He didn’t tell you?” Jeff said.

The girls looked at each other in shock. How could Tim not tell them he was leaving. Both of them thought to themselves, “But he just had sex with me, I thought he like me?” There was nothing they could do, Tim was gone and they were in school. Tina and Sara continued their training with Jeff throughout the semester. Jeff pushed them harder than Tim, causing them to each gain a couple pounds of muscle weight over the next month.

They were both a little traumatized from Tim’s actions that fateful night, so neither really had the desire to party like that again during the little free time they had off from tennis. Needless to say, they both acted quite virginal aside from the one hiccup a couple months earlier.

As Thanksgiving neared, the girls finished up with tennis for the year. They would be off until late April, a shorter season than they were used to in high school. Being done with tennis when they went home for Thanksgiving, Sara and Tina were happy to enjoy all their favorite foods in full quantity. They had plenty of time to shed the extra pounds before April.

Tina and Sara finished their finals and were home a few days before Christmas for their one month winter break from school. Again, the rich holiday meals kept coming and they kept loading their plates, loving their diet freedom.

The girls got back to the dorms the Saturday before school started up again in late January. Seeing all the young girls around them again, they looked at themselves with critical eyes and thought that maybe they had gained the “freshman 15” a little sooner than most. They took turns hopping on the scale they had in their room, and found they had in fact put on some extra weight. Sara, remembering her “athletic” weight, realized she went from 122 lbs. to 129 lbs. Tina did the same and calculated 114 lbs. to 120 lbs. They usually put on weight evenly around their respective bodies, but they could not deny that they seemed to have both developed a spare tire on their midsection.

The beginning of Spring semester proved to be a little difficult, academically, for the girls so they spent most of their time studying with not much time left to hit the gym and lose the weight they had added on. The stress from midterms didn’t help either as both Tina and Sara stayed in their room to eat most of their not-so-healthy meals.

By March, the girls had got on top of their coursework and were finally feeling better about school. With the dust settled and a little more time in their schedules, the girls realized that they hadn’t stopped gaining weight from when they last checked. Instead of 6 and 7 lbs. heavier, they were each a full 10 pounds now. Being very comfortable with each other, they stood topless in their room staring at one another, then down at themselves.

Tina and Sara never had this much time off from tennis since they were years younger. They were also not used to thinking about their periods at all since they never really had one. But as Sara was staring at Tina stomach, she thought back to the first week of school when their periods had come back to them. Remembering that it had happened because they weren’t doing their usual vigorous activities, her stomach dropped and she felt sick all of the sudden as she thought to herself, “Why haven’t I had my period?”. It only took two months over summer for her period to resume after she stopped tennis, by this time it was almost four months since she played. Not thinking why Tina would have also gained as much as she, a tear fell down her cheek as she cried, “I think I’m pregnant!”.

“That’s crazy, you haven’t even had sex before!” Tina said. And as soon as the words came out of her mouth she remember all the way back to when Tim had pump his seed in her. She too could not account for her lack of a period.

“Shit, I’M pregnant,” Tina shouted back, eyes wide open.

“Have you had sex?” Sara asked in a worrisome tone.

They both began to cry as they knew they were going to have to divulge the secret they had been keeping from each other since early September.

“Do you remember the Labor Day party at Tim’s house? Well, after you left to go home, Tim and I went into his bedroom and had sex. It was really quick and I felt awful after it happened. I was just drunk and stupid and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. And then when he left for Nebraska I figured it just wouldn’t be a problem anymore so I didn’t say anything,” Tina blurted out quickly.

“Oh no,” Sara cried. “I had sex with him too...that night.”

“What!?” Tina said with a shocked look on her face.

“Well, right before I left, he took me to his room. I felt weird after it happened, so I left. But, wait, he had sex with you right when I left? That bastard. That was like 5 minutes later!!” she angrily spatted.

“Ugghhh, fuck him,” they both said as they went to hug one another.

“Well, maybe we’re not pregnant, we have been eating like shit and not exercising. Plus, we never get our periods anyway,” Tina tried to convince them. “Let’s go to student health services and see a nurse.”

“Ok, but I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Sara said. “But since we did they same thing I’m not mad about it if you’re cool with it,” Sara pleaded.

“Of course, you’re my best friend and nothing will change that, not even some stupid guy,” Tina said.

Without being able to proceed with life until this was taken care of, the girls immediately went down to the health center on campus and waited until the next available nurse could see them.

“Sara, we can see you now. Second door on the left,” the nurse said in a soft voice.

A few minutes later Tina was called in by another nurse. The girls had to pee on a pregnancy stick just like the home pregnancy ones and wait for the results.

The nurses all pretty much have the same routine, so when the tests were finished, Tina and Sara heard the same response from their respective nurses.

“So the test came back positive sweetie, you are pregnant. Do you remember your last period?” the nurses asked.

Both girls, to their own nurses, answered, “Well, I guess, but I know when it happened, I’ve only had sex once. Are you sure it’s accurate? I almost never gets my period because I play sports.”

“Well just because you don’t have a period doesn’t mean you don’t ovulate,” the nurses informed. “It’s not common, but it absolutely can happen. So when did you have sex?” the nurses asked the same questions.

“First week of September,” the girls revealed in different rooms.

“Oh my, that’s some time ago. Let me see...almost six, no, just over six months ago,” the nurses calculated on their own.

Since neither Tina nor Sara seemed to be “showing” that they were pregnant, they questioned the outcome. The nurses explained that everyone is different, and that first time pregnancies tend to show late, especially in young fit mothers with strong, tight abs.

“I want to see my friend, she’s in the other room,” Sara cried.

She barged into Tina’s room where the nurse had just finished telling her the same situation.

“You’re pregnant too,” Tina could tell by the look on her face. “We were on the same cycle, you must be. Can you at least tell us this stuff together? What can we do?” Sara sobbed.

“Well, I’m sorry girls, but there is more information for you to know, and I’m not sure how you will take it. As I was calculating for Tina, and apparently it is the same for you too, Sara, you both are 24 and a half weeks pregnant. The law says that an abortion cannot be performed after 24 weeks, so I’m afraid that I can’t offer that option to you anymore. You will have to carry these babies to full term. Let me see now, your due date is June 4th, and while you both don’t ‘look’ like typical six month pregnant women, I suspect in the coming weeks, as you hit your seventh month, what once looked like belly fat will tighten and round out and you will start to show,” said the nurse.

“A few days! We missed it by a few days!! You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tina shouted, but there was nothing they could do at this point, and they weren’t about to go down to Mexico for a back alley abortion that would probably leave them dead.

“I’m so sorry, girls,” the nurse sadly said.

The girls held hands and somberly walked back to their dorm room where they hugged and cried for the rest of the night.

“How are we going to tell our parents?” Tina wondered.

“Well, we don’t have to go home for Spring Break, and they know tennis starts in April, so we can say that the coach wants us to stay for summer. We can have the babies in June and give them up for adoption,” Sara explained.

“I guess we don’t have a choice,” Tina concurred.

…

The nurse was right, because as soon as March turned into April the girls could see they were pregnant. Their tummy flab changed from squishy to tight and smooth as it distended out an inch more every week. Their once washboard abs pulled away from their stomach, causing a 45 degree angle to form from their crotch to their belly, until they could no longer feel the pubic bone beneath their harder to reach bushes. Knowing they were pregnant, they watched other parts of their bodies grow as well. Their breasts, normally very small from tennis, had blossomed into full C cups and grew sore from stretching quickly.

Since the first six months had relatively little effect on them, their bodies had to adapt rapidly to make up for the time. Almost overnight none of their clothes fit them anymore. They began wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants all the time. Anything baggy enough to hide what they could. They assumed people kind of knew what was happening from the dorms and the classrooms, but they only had to finish up through May, then they didn’t have to deal with the stares anymore.

In April, and now over seven months pregnant, the girls had to talk to Jeff to let him know that they would not be able to play tennis this season, but when he saw them both in their gravid state, he didn’t need to ask why. He asked if there was anything he could do for them and they shared that they were not going to be telling their parents. He asked what would happen when school was out. Where would they go? They didn’t know yet. He felt sorry for them and offered for them to use his house until they had the babies.

“Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to us!” they both thanked Jeff. This solved their problem for keeping it a secret from their parents and they now felt extremely relieved that this would all work out.

By May, the girls were unmistakably pregnant. April was not kind to Tina and Sara’s wish of hiding these pregnancies. Nothing could hide what was growing within them and by the time finals came, the girls stopped caring altogether. Both eight and a half months pregnant now, they really looked the part. Always with one hand on their back, they waddled around campus from class to class, their other hand usually with some food to appease their growing appetites. On campus they became known as “the pregnant twins”; they could hear the whispers but they didn’t let it get to them, they just wanted to finish the semester.

...

Tina and Sara both “popped” their bellies out from their desks and steadied themselves with their chairs as they picked themselves up and walked to the front of the class to turn in their last final exam.

“You girls look like you’re gonna pop any minute,” the teacher laughed.

“Yeah, two and a half more weeks though,” Tina whined as she rubbed slowly around her navel.

“Well, have a good summer...and have a good birth!” she added as the pair slowly paced out of the room together.

That was it, they were done with school for the year. They just had to pack up their dorm room and Jeff was going to help them load it into his spare room. They rode over with him and all of their stuff to his house and unpacked their lighter items out of the car.

Once inside, Jeff said, “Now I know it’s not the Ritz Carlton, but I think it will do,” as he led them down the hall.

He opened the door to a rather empty room that had a queen bed.

“This is your new home for the next couple of weeks,” he declared. “My room is upstairs and while you both probably would have wanted a separate bed, I don’t think you can take the stairs so easily in your condition, so you’ll have to sleep together. I have no problems sleeping on the couch, but correct me if I’m wrong,” said Jeff.

“No, I think you’re right, I don’t want to have to climb up and down 15 stairs even once a day,” said Sara while patting her round belly.

“Agreed,” added Tina. “This will be just fine.”

“Great! then let’s get your stuff in here. The bathroom is just the next door down and you saw the kitchen on your way in. Please help yourselves to anything you want. Oh, and one last thing, when are you both due? The babies, I mean? I only ask because I assume you’ll need a ride to the hospital,” Jeff said.

“June 4th is what they told us,” Tina said.

“And what about you, Sara?” he asked.

“Well, June 4th,” she said with reluctance, knowing how ridiculous it sounded.

“You’re both due on the same day!” Jeff said startlingly. “I assumed it was close because of your similar sizes, but not on the same day! What a coincidence!” he said.

“Well...not exactly. The short and sweet version is we were on the same ‘cycles’, and we both had sex the same night, so we conceived at the same time,” Sara explained.

“Oh...forgive my asking but was this planned? I mean, the same night?” Jeff questioned.

“Well...not exactly,” Tina stated sarcastically. “Not by us anyhow. Both of these babies are Tim’s. He knocked us up...the same night,” Tina said placing one hand on top of her ballooning womb and the other on top of Sara’s.

“How can you be so sure?” Jeff said without thinking of the obvious truth.

“Because,” they said at once. “That was the first and last time it we did it, so we’re sure,” Sara added confidently.

“Oh god, girls, I’m so sorry,” Jeff said.

“And you know how athletic girls lose their periods, so we didn’t even know we were pregnant until it was too late for an abortion. So here we are now!” Sara said as both of them had their hands on their backs, pushing their swollen bellies forward towards Jeff.

…

The next two weeks proved to be quite boring for the girls as Jeff still had to work as tennis coach. There was nothing for them to do except eat and watch TV, which they did like it was their job. These last two weeks the girls grew the most, gaining a few pounds each and really filling out their wombs to near perfect spheres. Their shirts only covered down to their popped out belly buttons and pants were no longer possible.

“Sara, we look ridiculous,” Tina said as she rolled her head on her pillow to the left to look at Sara laying next to her in bed. “It looks like there is a two hump camel under these sheets. I can’t even see our feet!”

They both went to turn to each other but were stopped as their bellies bumped together and pushed them back on their backs. They both grabbed under their tummies as their babies started to kick from the commotion.

“Yeah, this is ridiculous!” concurred Sara. “We look like a couple of beached whales,” they both laughed.

The southern California heat was rising fast into summer, so without air conditioning and with plenty of boredom the girls got creative with their wardrobe. They didn’t want to make Jeff feel uncomfortable exposing themselves around the house, but while he was gone, all bets were off, plus by the time he got home after dinner, the heat would dissipate and Tina and Sara could cover up a bit. It was too uncomfortable for all of their tight, unpregnant clothes they had, and sweatshirts and sweat pants were simply too hot. Tina found a pair of scissors in the kitchen and Sara scooted to their room to retrieve all of their clothes. She came back to the front room and layed all they had out on the ground to see what they were working with.

“So what can we do with these?” asked Tina.

“Well we can’t ruin all of our clothes and we won’t be needing these in a week, so let’s just pick out the clothes we like the least and get creative!” Sara said enthusiastically.

They each picked out one of their least favorite tops and a pair of bottoms to take the scissors to. Sara first cut the legs off her sweats leaving a two inch inseam. She sliced into the waistband and rolled them down to accommodate her low hanging load. Tina had an old pair of jeans she wanted to use and cut them above the crotch, effectively turning them into an ‘very’ mini skirt. She laughed realizing how inappropriate they were. Then Tina grabbed a shirt and with some skillful work cut it in half and made tassels from vertical one inch cuts all around. Sara got her tank top and made a similar high cut which transformed it into a sports bra considering how tight it would fit around her swollen breasts. Pleased with their silly new outfits, they had to put on a fashion show for each other.

Tina was first and walked out of the bathroom when Sara starting cracking up.

“Wow,” is all Sara could say.

Sara’s eyes scanned from her face slowly down to Tina’s feet. Tina’s shirt hung straight down off her puffy nipples; the fabric converged to the two points on her swollen chest, with the bottom of the tassels tickling the top of her jutting belly. The next two feet showcased her heavily pregnant stomach. It was as long as it was wide making it look like she ate a beach ball. Her navel poked out in desperation as if trying to free every little cubic inch of space for the child inside. She was unable to zip, let alone button, her fly because of the bulge that came from her pelvis. The jeans fit very tight around her thickened thighs and butt, however, that same tightness prevented her undone jean skirt from falling down. Her skin was tight and shining with a faint dark line leading down the center from her belly button and disappearing at her neglected pubic hair. Her opened zipper revealed an inverted triangle of dark, curly hair at the base of her womb, that with her belly line, looked like an arrow pointing down as if an exit sign for her soon-to-be-born child.

“I think I can see your vagina,” Sara said, at first jokingly, but upon lowering her head, confirmed, “I can DEFINITELY see your vagina.” Tina turned to the mirror and laughed along with Sara.

“Well why bother with underwear? Ok, ok, your turn now,” said Tina.

She picked up her clothes and headed toward the bathroom to put them on. When she appeared, she was greeted with the same reaction; laughter.

“Oh my god,” Tina said. “That is great,” she said facetiously.

Sara tip toed in front of Tina, her tummy and boobs jiggling with every step. As imagined, Sara’s tank was a snug fitting sports bra now. It was skin tight and bunched up just below her breasts, not being able to stretch over her extending belly. The inseam of her sweatshorts inched up her thighs with each step towards Tina. By the time she was front and center, the frayed edge ran biased across her thigh, ending at the base of her labia. A mirror image of Tina’s presentation, Sara’s angled shorts along with the middle of her legs created an upward pointing arrow. Sara’s tummy was a bit bigger than Tina’s and was further accentuated by her taut shirt keeping her bulging breasts from expanding forward onto her belly shelf that they usually rested on.

“How’s that wedgie feel?” Tina asked with a smirk on her face.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if I could reach under my huge belly to untuck it,” she exclaimed as her hands fumbled under her bloated stomach, trying to free the shorts. “Let’s just watch some TV, I’m too hot from moving all around,” Sara added as she plopped down onto the couch.

Hours passed and when they heard Jeff’s car pull up, the girls, not wanting to have him see them in what they were wearing, quickly headed to their bedroom to put robes on. In their slow moving state they were not able to clean up the clothing mess they had made in his front room before he got inside.

“Jeff, we’re so sorry, we’ll clean this mess up right away,” Tina said with a worried look on her face.

“Oh, it’s no big deal, ladies,” Jeff replied. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pick them up for you. Plus, I wouldn’t want you overworking yourselves, you should be taking it easy, your due date is in two days! Why don’t I help one of you upstairs to use my bathroom and the other can use your bathroom to take a bath while I make something for dinner,” he proposed.

“Not it!” Sara shouted first.

“Ahhh ok,” Tina forfeited as Jeff put his arm around her back and helped her up the stairs.

While the girls were bathing Jeff get dinner started and then went to pick up the their clothes. As he grabbed them by the handful he deemed they could use a good cleaning, so instead of putting them back in the room, he tossed them into the washing machine.

“Jeff, I’m ready,” Tina shouted from upstairs. Jeff ran up and helped her down to the kitchen where dinner was waiting for them.

The three of them ate at the kitchen table bench seating Jeff had and being a later dinner than usual, Tina and Sara went off to bed after, falling asleep not long after laying down.

The girls awoke to a hot and stuffy morning. They slowly exited their room only to see Jeff had already left for work. A note on the kitchen table read, “Hi girls, you must have been tired. I washed your clothes for you last night, and threw them in the dryer this morning. They should be done by the time you get up. Please call me if anything happens, I can be there in 20 minutes. Jeff.”

Still in a sleepy daze, Tina asked, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, where’s your phone?” Sara replied.

“Probably in the bedroom,” Tina said.

The girls went back to their room, but with not much in there besides the bed and TV, it was easy to see neither of their phones were there.

“Oh…,” Tina said in an uneasy way. “I think they were in our pockets...the pockets of the shorts that just got washed along with the rest of our clothes.”

Tina and Sara went to the dryer and found the clothes they had been wearing before they changed for their fashion show yesterday.

“Dead, crap. Yours?” Sara asked.

“Dead,” Tina said. “Well we can use his land line if there is a problem and just get some cheap ones tomorrow if Jeff can take us.”

“He doesn’t have a land line, no one does these days. Anyway, we can make it one day without our phones,” Sara proudly stated.

Before Tina could agree with her, Sara grabbed under her belly and doubled over herself.

“What’s wrong?” Tina cried.

“I don’t know, I feel a lot of pressure in my hips and stomach is really tight,” she struggled to let out.

“Well lets sit you down and get you some water,” Tina comforted her.

Tina got Sara a glass of water and asked how she was doing.

“Ok, the pain stopped in my stomach but this baby is weighing down on me,” Sara said. “Can you slide the bench in the kitchen here so I can put my legs up?”

“Sure, give me a minute,” said Tina.

She dragged the bench parallel to the couch Sara was sitting on in the front room and helped her pick both of her legs up to rest on them. Sara’s swollen belly was so wide at this point that her legs were forced open by the mass in between them, her feet pointing in almost opposite directions.

As soon as Sara was situated, Tina sat down next to her feeling a lightheadedness coming on. She unmindfully rubbed all over her tummy with both hands as if to ease her headache when she grab the sides of her womb hard and forced her head forward with her mouth wide open.
After a moment she finally let out an “OOOWWW...” and fell back.

“I think what just happened to you, just happened to me,” Tina explained. “We can’t be having these babies now, Sara, tell me that’s not happening.”

“No way, not together. I need your help,” said Sara, now with tears rolling down her face.

The girls sat there in denial for a few minutes trying to come up with excuses as to why this wouldn’t be happening right now when Sara was hit with another pang.

“Ahhhhhoooooo…” Sara let out as she hugged her tummy and rocked forward, forcing her legs to part even further. Tina rubbed her back to calm her until she was unable to.

“Hhhhhooooooowwwwww,” Tina slowly growled also leaning forward. Her legs, not yet up on the bench, were getting pinched by her heaving belly causing her additional pain. As soon as it let up she pleaded for Sara’s help for getting into a better position.

“Shit, these ARE contractions,” Tina yelled. “We both can’t fit on this couch. Give me that blanket.” Tina took the blanket and a couple pillows and and made herself a bed on the floor facing Sara, her back propped up on the chair directly across from the couch, leaving the bench in between them.

“I can’t take this pain,” Tina cried.

“It’s the worsssssaaaaaahhhhhhhh….” Sara’s annoyance turned into a yelp as a strong contraction gripped her.

When the girls had a free moment between them, Tina suggested better preparing themselves for their impending birth. A dozen contractions a piece, and the girl could only do the littlest of chores. The only thing that was a necessity was being able to labor and birth To deliver they needed to spread and push so they each removed their restricting custom bottoms they designed the night before. Sara finished the rip she started in her shorts and tore them completely off her herself. Her underwear was light enough to do the same to. Tina, wearing her mini skirt and no panties, carefully slid them down her legs and wiggled them inch by inch until her feet could finish the maneuver.

The girls, once finished readying themselves, now face to face, looked at each other in horror as they knew the journey would be miserable. Their contractions weren’t too close at first and they would help one another during the worst of the pain with words of confidence.

After an hour of trading contractions, the girls’ labor picked up as well as the summer heat. They were drenched in sweat and both eagerly took their shirts off. Their aching breasts flopped out from their shirts like risen dough before baking. Their milk filled breasts settled on their burgeoning wombs as Tina and Sara let out sighs of relief. At this point, Tina had successfully brought her legs up on the edge of the bench, her toes touching Sara’s.

Now fully naked and rapt in pain, the girls looked as if they were competing in a birthing competition. Each girl could clearly look beyond her own belly mound and see the blatant vulva of their friend in front of them. Hairy and untrimmed from lack of accessibility, their labia were unseen.

They took turns bringing their knees up and legs wide around their oversized bellies, pushing, until Sara’s water broke. The forced shot fluid all over Tina’s feet resting on the bench.

Even in agony, Sara responded, “I’m sooo sorry….hhhuuuu….huuuu...but it feels….hhhuu.....hhhuuu...so much better now…”, as a great pressure was released from her pelvis. Tina acted as if it hadn’t happened, distracted by the pain she was in.

Only 15 minutes later, and while Sara was still laboring away, Tina followed suit and her water broke too. It gushed down the inside of her thighs as she sighed, “Hhhhaaaaaaaa,” feeling the release Sara had. “Much…..hhhhhaaaaa….better….”

The girls’ delivery was accelerating from their waters breaking to the point where there was always a contraction happening without rest.

“Hooooooo...aaaiiiiiieeee….heeheeheeeheee…,” Sara let out as she was hit with a terrible contraction. It forced her hands to grab the back of her thick thighs and push hard trying to expel the child in her. “It burns so badly….it burns,” she cried, “This baby is too big.” Sara could feel the head stretching out her cervix as it tried to enter her birth canal.

Sara’s labor seemed to be ahead of Tina’s based on her suffering. Tina, now too feeling her child beginning to drop in her, wailed, “My hips...my hips aren’t big….enough,” she muttered as Sara watched her writhe on the floor during a contraction. She could feel her pelvis expand with each tightening of her uterus. She wiggled her butt to alleviate the pressure but all her actions did was to let her open up even more without obstacle. After her fit ended she heard Sara begin a contraction as she saw her legs open wide in front of her.

“You’re bulging!!!!” she screamed as Sara face turned red. Her chin dug into her fatty breasts as her vulva showed the outline of what was behind it. As she let out her breath, her protruding vagina returned to normal state.

“I’m what?” Sara yelled.

“You’re bulggaaaaaaahhhhh,” Tina gripped her belly at first but once her legs instinctively raised around her giant belly, completely uncovering her tender vainga, her hands grasped behind her knees and her body forced her to push. Her stomach stood three quarters up her thighs as she beared down. She felt a great load enter into her vagina which forced her arms to tug her legs wider.

“The head, the head,” Sara exclaimed as she could see that just behind Tina’s closed, hairy lips was the head of her child. The swell stopped along with Tina’s pushing.

“Haa...hee...haaa…..heee,” Tina panted. “You could see it?” she asked.

“Almost,” Sara replied, “it’s right there.”

Just then Sara’s belly stiffened and began pointing straight forward. She went to hold under it to stop the pressure. Her legs jacked up but again her thighs made no room for anything to be between them and her swollen womb so all she could do was clutch behind her legs and scream. Her faced wrinkled as she dug her chin into her breastplate.

Tina stared at Sara’s furry pussy when she saw the hair part and reveal a big labia lip on each side followed by many folds and then dark hair, this time wet and matted; it was the head of her child.

“I can see the head,” Tina yelled across the bench to Sara. “Keep pushing,” she added. The slit of her bulging open vagina quickly grew from an oval to circle as her labia spread wider apart in a matter of seconds. Her once pleated pussy lips slowly unfurled as her ballooning vagina was stretched open.

“You’re crowning...you’re crownnaaaahhhh,” Tina was cut off by her own contraction.

Again Tina swelled between her legs as she picked her feet up off the bench and brought her knees towards her shoulders.

“Hhhhmmmmmffff,” she strained, trying to advance the head out of her body.

As Tina started to push, Sara ended but her baby did not reverse as it had when she stopped pushing before. Instead she was left with the burn of her labia that would no longer touch until her child was born. She placed her feet back on the bench and curved her hands around her inflated tummy, reaching for her baby’s exit. Sara could feel her baby’s head as she moved her hands around. She was crowning four inches across as she rested. She caught her breath and looked down at Tina’s progress.

“Oh my god...you’re crowning too!!!....we are going to give birth together…”, Sara frighteningly said as she imagined her spreading display couldn’t have looked much different than Tina’s.

Tina’s pubic hair split and unveiled her very pink and very puffy lady lips framing her baby’s gooey head in the shape of a teardrop.

“You can do it….c’mon….hhhaaa….hhhhaaa….c’mon Tina,” Sara tried to help, but had no energy left to be a proper cheerleader.

With one solid push, Tina became fully dilated. Her child’s head pushing with such great force, her vaginal opening turned white as the blood was forced out of it.

“I’M GONNA RIP MY FUCKING PUSSY!” she shouted, but there was nothing Sara could do to help.

Tina kept trying to push through the burn until the head was stuck and she could go no more. She cried as she stopped pushing. The head was holding her open much more than Sara. Sara could see that the full girth of the head that was sticking out of Tina and the bulge of the baby’s ears were right behind her drum tight vulva. Tina had to endure the pain for she had nothing left to give.

“Owwwoohoohoohh, aaaaaaahahahahhaha,” Tina was bawling. She thought her body could not support such a wide load coming out of her. She was afraid that she would either tear open or not be able to birth this child. She was morally defeated.

In the midst of Tina’s sobbing, Sara’s belly seized, and as a hundred time before, her body forced her legs up without her permission and commanded her to push. Tears were coming out of her eyes. She was pushing so hard, her tits, overproduced with milk, began spurting out it’s contents all over her hard working belly. Her baby dropped more and forced her wide open like Tina. She too felt the unbelievable burn as her labia’s stretching ability ended.

“Fuck, fuck, oooohhhhhh, fuck, it hurts…...it hurts….it burns…” Sara cried out anything should could. “God, make it stop….please….aaahhhhh...make it stop…”

While Sara reached the point she was at, Tina finally had enough in her to push again. On her own desire, she brought her knees toward her push down hard. She continued for a few seconds when she felt a pop and an ease in strain. She struggled to look around her massive, round globe of a belly and could see the top of her new baby’s head. Her own head felt back in relief onto the chair as she knew she just made a checkpoint.

Sara was still struggling with her own birth, and not wanting to stop in the middle of the ordeal, just kept pushing. She could feel the ears, then the nose, and finally the chin slide past the exit of her birth canal until the head was completely out. Sara too fell back in fatigue but unable to lift her head, just felt down with her hands at the load coming out of her. She cupped her hands around her baby’s head and moaned when she determined the huge size she had just push out.

Eventually the girls picked their heads up and for the first time in a while were able to focus on each other. Tina could see Sara’s baby coming out of her, her clitoris was being pulled tight from both directions and her labia had regained some slack around the narrow of the the baby’s neck. Sara looked down at Tina. She saw the back head of Tina’s soon-to-be-born child sticking far out in between her legs. Tina was sitting up enough that the bottom of her belly, protruding down, was just touching her child’s head. Their sore bellies were both sitting quite low from the stress of the birth but still retained their original mass causing much discomfort.

The girls then locked eyes and without having to say anything, they knew they would be mothers soon, and at the same time.

“Yyyaaaaeeeeeiiiiiiii,” they chanted in unison as if being hit by the same contraction.

Both girls beared down, grabbing their legs, they squeezed and pushed hard together, doing everything in synchronization. Every weep, every gasp, every exhale was as one. Nearing the end of their breath, the girls gave everything they had. Their birth canals swelled and their labias pulled as their baby’s shoulders bulldozed open their slippery vaginas. In one last inhale, the girls evicted the babes from vulva with a final push and caught them in their hands.

“Shit!” Sara exclaimed in relief.

“Huuuuu….huuuuu….huuuuu,” Tina could only pant.

“Baby girls, we both had baby girls!” Sara stated.

“Can we please have different cycles now? I can’t take this…”, Tina hoped as their babies suckled, laying on their bellies.

Mary’s whole frontside bounced up and down as she made her way through the hall. Nearing her daughter’s room, she knocked then poked her head in.

“Sweetie, it’s almost time for school,” she said to her daughter, Jessica.

“I know, I’m almost ready,” Jessica replied with attitude.

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” she asked Jessica.

“Maybe,” she said to her mother.

“Look, you can’t be upset with me for this!” Mary sternly said.

“Yes I can. It’s not fair. You’re too old to do this and everyone at school agrees with me, it’s just so weird. I want a normal set of parents who act normal and who do normal things,” Jessica complained.

“Well I’m obviously NOT too old to get pregnant,” Mary said as she lifted up her shirt to expose her massively large, nine months pregnant tummy to her daughter.

“Ugghh, gross. Don’t do that, just put it away, I don’t want to see that thing,” Jessica shouted.

“You’re going to be late. Get your stuff together,” Mary said as she pulled the shirt tight down over her ripe belly, leaving a bare patch bulging out at it’s base. She closed the door behind her and began to weep while teetering back to her bedroom.

Mary, indeed, was extra sensitive from her maternal hormones, but she could not understand why her daughter was so annoyed with the fact that she was gravid. Maybe it was jealousy? Jessica had been the only child in the house for 14 years. When she told her the news eight months ago, Jessica ran out of the room crying. The bigger Mary’s belly grew, the angrier Jessica became. This last month Mary’s body had bloomed strikingly almost to the point of immobility; Jessica barely talked to her anymore.

Jessica was not only agitated from the fact that her 48 year old mother was pregnant, but also from the recent years of commotion in the house. Mary and her husband Mike had hit a rough patch in their marriage. For the last couple years they were acting more like roommates rather than a married couple. It all came to a head when Mary found out Mike was cheating on her. It was terrible for Jessica and Mary decided to take a break from Mike. They were only apart for about a week when Mike came back and laid on his charm to smooth things over. Mary was sad and desperately wanted to save her marriage. They ended up having sex that night, something they hadn’t done in a very long time, and a few weeks after, Mary found out she was pregnant.

This back and forth, hot and cold action in the household proved too much for Jessica. First they were separated then they were having a baby. She wasn’t comfortable with the fighting, or with the fact that Mary took her father back, and now, above all, with the pregnancy. Jessica hated her father for what he did, but she was disappointed with her mom for not being stronger. She saw her mom as a ignorant host, impregnated by a nasty parasite with the lies of a happy marriage.

Mary hadn’t planned on taking Mike back after she found out, she was distraught. Her best friend took her out drinking the day after she found out. Mary never drank but her friend, Lisa, convinced her of the benefits of purging her mind over some alcohol, her take on therapy. Mary didn’t remember so much of the end of that night as the drinking didn’t stop, but in the days after, felt that it was good to speak her mind to someone and get it all out in the open. Maybe that is when she realized Mike was worth staying with, or maybe she always knew.

“Slam,” Mary heard the door as her daughter left for school. Mike was already at work so she was by herself until Jessica returned from class. With her daughter gone, Mary left her bedroom and set herself up in the front room to watch TV. Hours passed, but Mary wasn’t paying attention to the screen, she couldn’t stop thinking about Jessica and how she could fix their relationship.

“Gggrrrbbblllll,” her stomach rumbled.

“I know baby,” Mary said as she patted her belly. “I’ll get us some food.”

She planted her feet wide in front of her and rocked her weight forward gaining momentum to pick herself up off the couch. She stumbled up and paced toward the kitchen with her hands bracing her back, poking her giant tummy out even further than it already did.

“You sure are getting pretty heavy in there,” Mary said looking down at her heaving stomach. “Oooh!” she was surprised as her baby kicked. She saw a lump appear on the top of her tummy then quickly disappear. “Ok, ok, I’ll feed you,” she added.

Mary pulled out some left overs from the night before and heated it up in the microwave. While she waited for the food she talked gently to her child within and rubbed the sides of her belly in a circular motion. She devoured her food at once as if she were late for an appointment but all she really had a meeting with was the shower. She cleaned up her dishes then slowly made her way down the hall and into her room.

With a flip of her finger, Mary’s shirt shot up her belly, stopping under her breasts. She undid her hair clip and let her hair fall down past her shoulders. She removed her shirt the rest of the way over her head, causing her heavy breasts to raised then flop back down onto her extended tummy. Milked spurted out, they were filled completely, a reminder to Mary that she would be having this baby soon. Her full hips and belly kept her lounging pants on tight around her waist, but once she nudged them past her widest point, they dropped right off of her. She wiggled her hips back and forth to inch her panties off and stepped out of them once they hit the floor.

Mary turned the water on in the shower and during it’s warmup she approached the mirror to examine her figure. Her once wrinkled skin was now tight, smooth, and shiny from her swelling. She handled her tender breasts. They were overfilled and sore with the milk her body had been pumping into them. Her darkened nipples were erect and stiff, ready for a baby to suckle from them and relieve the pressure. Only in a mirror could she see what she looked like from under her enormous stomach. She lifted her abdomen up with both hands and evaluated the condition of pussy, shrouded by her untamed pubic hair. Her labia puffed out lower than what she remembered she was originally endowed with, and was darker now too.

“Am I too old for this?” she whispered to herself. Jessica’s words had shaken her.

Mary grabbed her razor and hand mirror from the medicine cabinet and trudged into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful running all over her aching body. She just stood there for a while letting it hit her everywhere before eventually cleaning herself. Wanting to be somewhat “cleaned up” for her birth when who knows how many people would be staring into her crotch, Mary decided to shave what she had neglected for years. She placed the mirror on the lip of the tub directly under the shower head and set up her razor and cream on the opposite lip behind her. She used the shower door to lower her butt down until she could lean her back against the far end of the tub. She brought her legs up and rested her calves on the side edges of the shower.

“I remember this position,” she said, realizing it was the exact posture for the hospital birth she had over 14 years ago. “Just need some stirrups and a nurse yelling at me,” she laughed.

Mary’s broad tummy was now taking the full spray of the shower just under her navel and effectively deflecting it away from her face while she went to work on herself. She toed the mirror for minor adjustments until her vulva was completely visible. She began from the top and made her way down, shaving broad strokes. She soon determined that she would only be able to execute one shape above her clitoris from her lack of range around her tummy, a triangle. It was either that or completely shaved. Mary thought the idea of a trimmed pussy would bring some youth to her 48 year old body, so she let her belly guide her arms and made symmetrical passes with each hand to achieve the angled sides of her new triangle.

“Hhmm,” she affirmed to herself with a smirk while looking into the mirror, proud of her accomplishment.

Mary moved down from there to crop both sides of her labia, careful to go slow over the swollen lips. She scooted her bottom out more and picked it up to finish trimming down her gap. She again gave a good look at it in the mirror and thoroughly happy with her work, smiled. She clambered up in the shower and splashed water on her now prepubescent looking pussy to rid it off loose hairs. As she shifted her weight, the sensation of skin on skin between her thighs felt sticky and unusual.

“I guess this is what young women deal with in their pants these days,” she thought.

She turned the shower off and reached for her towel to dry herself off. She wiped her body down then tied the towel around her torso, which parted around her belly, leaving a large nude portion down the center of her stomach. Again she stepped in front of the mirror to see her new look. She fumbled under her mound and tugged at her skin. Standing up, her pubic triangular bush, visible only a moment ago in the shower, now ran parallel to the floor thanks to her perpendicularly protruding belly. Mary could only feel her triangle patch with her fingers.

“Well, it’s not really for me anyway,” she said of her trim job, convincing herself not to feel bad about it’s invisibility. Mary finished up her routine in the bathroom and moved back into her room to get dressed.

First, Mary rolled her hair into her towel and left it looking like a beehive while she selected her clothes. She opted for a light blue button thermal shirt and a long dark blue flowing skirt. She carefully pulled up her white cotton panties, forcing them around her low hanging belly and snapped them around her butt as she let go. She stepped into her skirt and allowed the wide elastic band to settle between her hips and her abdomen. Mary finished drying her hair with the towel and tossed it on the bed. She undid the four button placket on her thermal shirt and fit it over her head and around her neck. She slid her arms through and adjusted the sleeves around her armpits once her hands emerged from the cuffs. She pulled the shirt open, careful not to graze her sensitive nipples with the textured fabric, and stretched it wide over her belly.

“Come on,” she complained, struggling to keep it pulled down.

The shirt was at it’s limit by the time it reached her belly button so Mary had to yank it down the rest of the way to her waist. She tucked it into her skirt’s tight waistband to keep it from springing back up her tummy. She could only button up the first two buttons until the shirt was unwilling to wrap itself any further over her crowded bust. Mary looked down at herself, then into the mirror, to see just how skin tight her shirt was. It looked painted on; every bulge, bloat, and curve was accounted for and her navel was clearly outlined by the fabric.

“Not leaving much to the imagination, are we?” Mary said to herself as she turned from side to side, fondling her light blue globe. “It’s like my old days of being a hippie in the 70’s,” she added, watching her skirt ripple around her legs, only her ankles and feet visible.

While dancing in the mirror, Mary suddenly felt the guilt of her daughter. She tried to think of solutions but had no solid ideas other than just being able to talk to her. She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time for school to be out. Mary had the nagging urge to talk to Jessica and knew that once she got home her efforts would be defeated by closed doors and threats of going to a friends house. As quickly as she could, Mary got in her car and headed toward the school.

“Jessica!” she yelled as she spotted her daughter.

“What are you doing here?” Jessica replied.

“Can we just talk? Will you get in?” Mary begged.

“Fine,” Jessica relented as she got in the car.

“Thank you, I just want to talk about things, ok?” Mary explained.

“Where are we going?” Jessica asked, noticing that they were not on their normal route home.

“I just want to drive while we talk if that’s alright. Or we can go somewhere, it nice out,” Mary said.

They drove for miles wandering the roads aimlessly, neither one speaking as if to collect their thoughts for the approaching conversation. Jessica, not having spent this much uninterrupted time with her mother, kept stealing glances of Mary’s round belly, accentuated by her posture in the car and almost touching the steering wheel. She was curious and uncomfortable at the same time.

“Where are we?” Jessica asked, now realizing she didn’t recognize any local landmarks.

“Umm,” Mary fumbled her speech now too realizing she hadn’t been paying attention to where they were headed. “I’m not sure, but this looks nice,” she said as they neared an open grassy park with benches and seemingly no one else around. “Let’s stop here,” she said.

The two got out of the car, Jessica faster than her mother, and they started making their way onto the grass. They saw a lightly forested trail beyond the grass that was relatively flat that Mary was capable of walking, so they decided to walk it.

“So...why exactly do you hate that I’m pregnant?” Mary bluntly asked.

“I don’t know, I mean, it’s weird, you’re old and it doesn’t seem right for you to still be having babies,” Jessica said.

“Is that all? It’s a natural thing, but I’m sorry it makes you feel uncomfortable. How can we make this better?” Mary asked.

“Well, it’s dad too. I hate what he did to you. I don’t think you should have taken him back. And now you’re pregnant with his kid and it just too creepy that you don’t seem to care,” Jessica cried.

“Honey, I know it’s complicated, but people aren’t perfect and this little thing is going to be your little brother or sister. You came from your father just like this did, so how can it be so awful,” Mary explained.

“Because, he wasn’t an asshole when you had me, but now he’s the worst,” Jessica yelled.

“We all make mistakes, please try to be understaaaaahhhh…” Mary moaned as she hugged her unborn child.

“Mom, are you ok?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, just a little contraaaawwwwooooo,” Mary could not keep her breath as the pain possessed her completely.

Mary doubled over herself and let her stiff tummy hit her thighs. In a high squat, she pivoted around in place and motioned to Jessica to head back to the car. As she took her first step, Mary felt a shift inside of her followed by a release.

“What was that?” Jessica asked with fear in her voice but they both already knew.

Mary righted herself and gently raised her skirt to see her feet, sandals, and the dirt directly under her were soaked in wetness.

“Your water broke! Mom, you can’t have this baby here!” Jessica shouted as if her mom had control over it.

“Let’s get to the car and I’ll take us back home. Can you call your father?” Mary asked.

“Uhh...no. My phone was taken away at school today,” Jessica said in a guilty tone.

Mary felt her hips for pockets only to find she had none, and must have left the house with her phone.

“Shit, well I’ll just get us home if I can,” said Mary.

“I can drive,” Jessica said cheerfully.

“You don’t even have your permit and it’s a stick shift, I don’t think you can handle it. It will be ok, I’ll drive slow and pull over if the pain gets bad,” Mary conveyed. “Come on, help me while I walk.”

Jessica and Mary dragged through the trail until it opened back up into the grass. They both desperately looked for help, but still no one was there. Halfway between the trees behind them and her car in front, Mary experience the first full contraction of this labor.

“Huuuuhhhhhh,” she sounded as if getting punched in the stomach. Her hands clutched under her rock hard tummy and her weight went dead causing her to fall out of Jessica’s hands. She fell to her knees on the grass but her heavy belly kept her moving forward. She put her hands out at the last second to keep from hitting her face but quickly rolled to her left side to regain use of her hands to grab her aching mound. Her knees bent involuntarily and while her left thigh stopped at her tummy on the grass, her right one moved over and above her bulky stomach, pinching it to the ground. Mary stayed there in a ball until the contracted release from her.

“Mom, let me help you. How bad is it?” Jessica asked.

Mary rolled on her back then sat up with Jessica’s help. Her feet touched and her knees stayed bent, forced wide by her mature womb, creating a diamond with her legs. Jessica held her hands and with all her might pulled her mother up to her feet. They paced slowly to the car, but before they could reach it, the pressure on Mary’s cervix forced her to rest at the bench nearby.

“I gotta stop, honey...hhhuuu….help me sit down….hhhhuuu….” Mary huffed keeping one hand out in front of her to catch the table with the other around her daughter back.

Mary sat backwards at the picnic bench and used the tabletop as a back rest. She splayed her legs open to let her underbelly settle on the bench between her thighs. She wiped her brow as she breathed out forcefully letting her other hand stroke the top of her womb. When she thought she had enough energy built up, Mary had Jessica pull her up again. As Mary flexed her abs to get up, she caused herself to have another contraction that threw her right back down on the bench.

“Hhhhooooo…..heeeeeee…..hee....hee....hee....” Mary let out as she raised her knees in protest of the pain. She froze there and held her breath as she began to shed tears from her closed eyes.

“Mom, you have to breath, you’re going to pass out,” Jessica pleaded, but Mary pretended not to hear.

“Hhhaaaaaaaa!!!” she let out as she dropped her feet back to the ground. The contraction was over and Mary tried to regain her composure.

“I can’t...I can’t drive. This baby is coming too fast...can you look for some help?” she asked Jessica.

“Help, what help? There is no one here. We are in the middle of nowhere!” Jessica cried.
“Ok...ok...well, you’re gonna have to help me deliver,” Mary said reluctantly.

“Me? No! No way! I can’t deliver a baby...I can’t deliver your baby, that’s gross,” she petitioned.

“I don’t have a damned choice. We can’t drive and this baby is ready to pop out. Please, you have to help me,” Mary begged.

“I don’t even know what to do, this isn’t right,” Jessica complained, but Mary could see that she would comply.

Mary sat up and still facing out from the bench, put her hand behind her on the table and crab-walked up on top of it. The act was too much for her tight shirt as it ripped it from her skirt hem, unfurling it up under her huge milk sacks. Mary was beyond caring and made no attempt to recover her naked flesh balloon. She turned 90° and set herself down letting her legs dangle off the table.

“Here, help me get set up,” Mary instructed her daughter.

“Set up? Set up what?” she curiously asked.

“I sure as hell can’t deliver a baby through my underwear! Help me get my skirt up,” she yelled.

Jessica approached her mother’s front and bellied up to the table between her legs. As Mary hiked her skirt up around her waist, Jessica could see her mom’s white panties were drenched with vaginal secretions. The outline of her freshly shaved pubic triangle was easily seen through her wet underwear, causing Jessica to think about her mother shaving her vagina, an image that caused her to feel strange. She removed her sandals without asking, figuring it would distract her thoughts.

“Here, I can’t get my panties off. Help,” she asked.

Jessica let out a sigh of disapproval but nevertheless grabbed at the sides of her mother’s underwear and peeled them off her groin while Mary tried to take the weight off of her butt to facilitate. Jessica quickly threw them to the ground once Mary slipped her legs out of them, not wanting to handle them any longer than she had to. She then faced into her mother’s sexual organ and was horrified to see what 48 years and pregnancy had done to a vagina. She thought of her own impeccable pussy and couldn’t see how it translated to what was in front of her. It was darkened, bloated and more intricate than hers and most certainly was prepared for birthing a child shortly. Mary’s whole groin had swelled during gestation to ready itself for birth. Her thick legs were strong, her belly tight, and her vulva grew to an unreal size.

As ready as she could be, Mary thanked her daughter and tried to prepare her for what was to follow. Before she could say a word, Mary was hit with another contraction. Jessica jumped back in surprise and seeing her mother’s arms flailing, she ran to her side and took her hand in support while sitting on the bench.

“Oooooowwwww….eeeeeehhhhhhh,” Mary made any noise she could to try to fight off the contraction. Jessica was fixed on her mother’s great extending stomach not knowing how anyone could become so large. Without thought, Jessica reached her other hand out and put it on her mother’s laboring belly. It was rock hard and not as soft as it had looked a moment ago. She could feel the muscular commotion within and felt sorry for what her mother’s body was doing to her. Mary seemed not to notice Jessica’s action so she left it there in wonderment until the contraction was over.

“It burns….huuu...huuu...it burns so bad….huuu….hhuuu….I need to move...heee...heeee,” Mary yelped while writhing on the table trying to free space in her overly full body. “Help...heee… aahhh…hoooo...help me….heee….huuuu...need to spread…” she feebly spoke.

Jessica saw her mom squirm her back on the table in an effort to not have her legs hang off so she got behind her and pulled her carefully to not get splinters. Once Mary felt the wood run halfway down her thigh she stopped and put the arch of her feet on the edge of the table as she spread her legs apart.

“So-much-better,” she sighed all at once as the pressure quelled for the time being. “I need water...in the car, please,” her sentenced were becoming more structured as she relaxed.

Jessica ran to the car and found her mom’s water bottle on the floor. While there she looked everywhere for a person or car, but still they were alone. She hurried back and fed her the water, spilling most of it on her face and neck while in a hurry.

“Thank you baby, thank you,” was all she could say to her daughter. “Oh no, another one, get in front,” Mary said hastily as she felt a contraction brew in her.

The force between her legs was growing fast and Mary almost let the sides of her knees touch down to the table in an effort to open herself up enough to advance her child. Jessica, now in front, could no longer see her mother’s face over her wide, erect uterus, pointing straight up in front of her. But even without Mary’s direction, Jessica seemed to know what she wanted. She picked up her feet and Mary instinctively put them on Jessica’s shoulders, acting like stirrups.

“Hhhuuuummmmmfffffff,” Mary noised as she pushed through her contraction.

“Ggggghhhhhhaaaaa...heee….heee….huuu….heee...heee….hhuuu,” Mary could feel the baby rip into her birth canal as her hips grinded open. She gripped the back of her legs as she had done to deliver Jessica so many years before and dug her chin into her jiggling breasts, forcing her body to it’s limit.

“Mom, you’re close!” Jessica proclaimed. Mary, not sure what she meant by the comment, untensed and turned her head to look down the side of her belly to see her birthing partner.

“I can see the head push you out,” Jessica said unconfidently, not knowing the correct terms for childbirth.

“Am I crowning?” Mary asked.

“No, still closed, but I can see the shape of the head, it looks big,” she added.

Mary, having her hopes down from the previous comment, rolled her head back and just panted in frustration. Jessica lowered her legs back onto the table and didn’t know what to say. She could feel the head creep down her canal on it’s own, but wanted to wait for a contraction before pushing again. Mary just buffed her growing bundle with her palms to soothe the baby inside while waiting.

Without warning, another contraction was upon her. It came quicker than expected and was much more powerful than her previous ones. She squealed as she struggled with the labor. She pulled her legs so far back now with her hands that Jessica could only announce what was happening and could no longer help. Even before there was some modesty with Mary’s display, but with her legs wrenched wide around her projecting belly, she was now giving Jessica a full show of her birth. Just after starting her thrust, Mary began to really progress. Jessica could see her mother’s labia part as the growing bulge between her legs forced them steadily open.

“You’re opening,” she commented, noticing an almond shaped hole appear.

Mary just kept pushing. Slowly her labia crept apart as her baby’s head stretched her.

“I can see the hair, mom. It’s dark,” Jessica relayed. Still, no reply from Mary as she only stopped to get more oxygen.

Mary could feel the size of the head between her legs and what was still lodged in her and it seemed as if it was too great to birth.

"Too big," she gasped but still tried to push.

Her efforts were futile as her body needed more time to adjust to the girth of the baby. When she stopped pushing her labia shrunk back to the almond shape then slowly pulled closed again. Mary could feel the head slide back in her birth canal. Her whole vagina was on fire and the pressure was becoming unbearable.

"It's too big...huuu...huuu...slow it down," Mary requested.

"How?" Her worried daughter asked.

"When I open....huuu....hold my vagina," Mary could explain no more.

Another contraction came and Mary didn't even push this time, she just spread her legs and pulled her belly towards her. Her contraction was too strong and was forcing the head out of her as her tissues stretched. Jessica could now understand what her mother meant by her short demand. Mary's vagina expanded immediately into a two in circle as her lips tightened. Mary now had no choice but to push to alleviate the pain and with her help, her two inch opening shot up to three inches and was widening fast.

Jessica made a circle with her thumbs and pointer fingers and pushed them hard around the actively opening lips. She was surprised by the strength of the emerging head and had to use more muscle than she would have thought to halt the birth. However, she was not able to stop the head, only slow it as her mother's uterus squeeze the baby from inside. Jessica could now see four inches across the head exiting her mom.

"I can see a lot of it now, it's got really dark hair," Jessica declared.

She felt the pressure stop and removed her hands as the baby hardly retreated. Mary cried from the stress on her vulva being pried open. She brought her fingers around her tired belly and felt into her sore pussy lips. She stroked the top of her unborn baby's head and mentally agreed with the fact that the hair was prominent. Her body did not want to waste any time and Mary's legs twitched back without her consent. She involuntarily grabbed the back of her thighs and pushed with all she had; her body was now in control of everything.

"Umm, mom?" Jessica quietly spoke. She could see the full size of the head as her mother's pussy faded white and struggled around the top of the baby's forehead. Mary kept laboring.

"Mom?" She said a little louder now as the head was out to it's eyebrows. Squealing more and more loudly, Mary could sense she was close. She gasped for breath and with a final push was able to free the head down to it's ears.

"MOM!" Jessica shouted at her mother while still trying to deliver. "IT'S BLACK!"

Startled by the interruption, Mary stopped immediately, picked her head up and looked over her huge womb at her daughter.

"What?" she worriedly asked. “Huuuu….huuuuu….” the baby was scorching her stretched labia.

"You're having a black baby. This baby is black!" Jessica cried.

As if unlocked by the comment, Mary's memory opened a memory she had so easily repressed nine months ago. When she had gone out with Lisa drinking after she found out Mike cheated on her, Mary forgot she had stayed at the bar. Lisa had gone home and Mary got poached by a tall, dark man. Her mind put all the pieces together in a split second. They had went back to his house and he fucked her a few times before calling her a cab. She woke up in her own bed and the late night sexual activity was erased from the alcohol.

"Are you sure?" is all Mary could muster. “Huuuu….huuuu,” Mary winced as the pressure bottlenecked at her exit.

"I'm staring at a black head coming out of your vagina!" Jessica screamed.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...huuu...huuuu," Mary said at first about the dilemma but then about the burn as her womb took over again.

Not having settled much from her last push she easily got right back into her motions and with a good push freed the entire head from her birth canal.

"Gggaaaahhhhhh," she yelled as the pressure subsided and she finally opened her eyes.

Mary's labia were relieved from the width of the head being replaced with the baby's neck. Feeling better from the milestone she achieved, Mary desperately wanted to see what was coming out of her.

"Help me up," Mary said.

"Mom, what's going on here?" Jessica said while crying as she rushed to help her mom raise her back.

Mary teetered forward on her butt until she caught a glimpse of the black, curly hair of her baby. Inching forward revealed an unmistakably black head, strikingly contrasted with her fair complexion. This was not Mike's; this was not Jessica's full sibling.

"Oh my god. What have I done? Shit. Shit!" Mary had a hard time wrapping her head around what she was seeing. She dropped her back heavily back down onto the table and began sobbing.

"Mom! How is this happening?" Jessica persisted.

"I wasn't with your father and I made a mistake," she couldn't bear explaining the situation in detail.

She felt her uterus squeeze and her baby popped forward then stopped. The pressure she experienced was the worst yet as the baby’s torso dilated her pelvis to it’s maximum allowance. Mary imagined a parking cone coming out of her, getting wider with each push as her body toiled harshly with the task.

"Oh god....heee....heee....the shoulders....heee....too big....heee....pull it out," she begged. "Pull it!....huuuu....heeee…...I can't do it!!!" added Mary.

Jessica got between her mother's maternally thickened legs and staring at her gaping vulva, grabbed the foreign head of the black baby and lightly pulled at it. She was met with resistance.

"You have to push!" she said.

"Pppppfffffff," air whistled through her closed mouth and her face turned red. “IT’S TOO BIG!!” she screamed.

Mary’s hips appeared to be dislocated with how far she brought them back. Her thighs were hugging her ribs and her knees were tucked under her armpits. She was now grabbing her butt cheeks from the side and pulling them apart to enlarge her opening every little bit she could. Mary then felt her baby kick the back of her uterus as if to push itself out.

“Yaaaaaahhhhhh,” Mary yelled as she continued bearing down with her contraction.

“It’s turning!” Jessica said.

The baby flowed out sluggishly. Advancing at a rate of an inch every few seconds, Mary could feel every detail of the baby’s body as her labia traced over it’s shape, staying tight over all parts as it exited.

“Heeeeyyyyaaaa,” Mary finished as she was free of her burden.

Jessica caught her half sibling out of her mother and announced, “It’s a boy...it’s a huge, black boy!” Jessica kept repeating as she was shocked with it’s skin color as much as it’s enormity. Mary looked up at her daughter holding her new son and put her arms out for Jessica to bring him over.

“Oh my, he’s so dark...and huge,” Mary was still stunned with what she had produced and with her predicament.

The baby began to cry, and without thought, Mary unpacked her ample breasts and allowed her child to drain the milk from them.

“I know this sounds weird, but I’m glad this isn’t dad’s baby,” Jessica said.

“Deep down, I knew I shouldn’t have taken him back. I think I did it for you, but know that I know how you feel, I’m glad too that it isn’t his either,” Mary confided.

Mary felt at peace with her daughter and her life for the first time in a long time. She had what mattered to her now as she nursed her new child with her daughter by her side.

Ever since Jessica was a little girl, her earliest memories were of playing house, where she was the mother and she had a bunch of children to fill her home. Her love of children never ceased as she grew up but only became stronger as she matured into a young woman. Now 20 and easily of childbearing age, Jessica wanted to make her lifelong dream come true.

Jessica was always independent and never swayed from her true self. She had some friends over the years in school, but the cliques always seemed to shift around and Jessica found happiness in her solitude. She was aware of her attractive features and at five feet four inches, 110 lbs, Jessica had a beautiful hourglass figure and tight backside that made everyone stare as she walked down street. She liked being different, so she wasn’t seen with trendy clothes and perfect hair, but her band tees, tight jeans and flowing brunette hair didn’t need help making her look any more seductive.

Jessica had a healthy sexual appetite and while never hooking up with the boys she had gone to school with in past years, she got her needs met with the alternative crowd she had sometimes kept with from local concerts and house parties. She loved having sex, masturbating, anything sexual, nothing fiendish, but she definitely wasn’t shy with it. As do everyone’s, Jessica’s sexual fetishes evolved over the years except for one. Her appetite for motherhood strongly bonded with her libido until all she could do to get off was to imagine being heavily pregnant and giving birth. She wanted to be pregnant so badly and the fact that she could choose to at any point only turned her on more.

She always did very well in school, nearly a straight A student, so it wasn’t as if she just wanted to be a young mom and drop out on life. Jessica planned on graduating from college and to progress on with her life, she just need to be pregnant too. Jessica was more or less a runaway from her alcoholic parents growing up and was used to providing for herself. There wasn’t any family for her to turn to, only a few close friends she had made over the years. Jessica had a decent job as a part time office secretary when she wasn’t trying to earn college credits. She had small apartment and helped around the complex to knock some off her monthly rent.

Jessica had pretty much settled on getting pregnant. She went off her birth control pills and started eating as healthy as she could. The only thing she had to do was figure out who she wanted to impregnate her. She rifled through her phone for men she knew.

“No…....too weird……...I think he has mental problems…...he’s kind of a jerk,” she continued scrolling through her contacts.

Jessica began to daydream about her imminent conception and thought how nice rubbing her huge pregnant belly would feel. She popped her eyes open and had the answer.

“I need big genes...I need to make the biggest baby I can,” she said aloud.
She began looking at her phone again with a new criterium in mind- the biggest guys she knew. She narrowed it down to two men that she was ok with getting pregnant by, Pat and Gary. She made a pro con list and being smart as she was started to think outside the box. She knew Pat’s sister, Kim, and had met Gary’s parents before. Gary’s parents were of normal size and it seems that Gary might have been an anomaly, but Pat and his sister, Kim, were both giant. Neither were fat but just big people. Clearly they had the genes she was looking for. She decided on Pat.

Jessica, having an affinity for not only pregnant bellies, but laboring mothers as well, thought to herself about how much she would enjoy struggling to push out an oversized baby. She was giddy with excitement. Not wanting to wait any longer, she prepared everything. Jessica had a number of acquaintances, one of which had access to prescriptions. She was able to get her hands on some fertility pills called Clomid. She began taking them daily for a couple weeks in preparation for the impregnation.

Jessica calculated her ovulation time and when it neared she called up Pat.

“Hey Pat, it’s Jessica. I was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow night?” she asked.

“I’m off work at 6, then nothing. Why? What’s up?” Pat said.

“I wanted to see if you would want to catch a movie,” she said.

“Sure, I’ll call you when I’m off,” he said and hung up.

She had it all planned out. She would wear something revealing and flaunt her body all night with Pat. They would head back to her place after the movie and he would seal the deal. It was that simple.

Jessica slipped her deep v-neck shirt over her head and over her full D cup boobs. She adjusted them and made sure they were halfway sticking out when she was done. She didn’t wear a bra and her nipples’ location were easily located under the thin shirt. She pulled her jeans up around her bubble butt and her ass filled them out completely, showing all her curves. Their low rise left an inch between them and her shirt. A pair of sandals and a little lip gloss and she was out the door.

…

“Take my pants off,” Jessica commanded while kissing Pat.

He quickly shoved them off of her with her panties and she stepped out of them as they fell to the bed. She, equally as fast, took his pants off and she mounted his lap. She slid his stiff cock into her overly wet pussy and rocked on him hard for a brief moment until she could feel his balls drain and pump load after load all over her cervix. Once his dick stopped pulsing she whipped onto her back next to him on the bed.

“You can be on top next time,” she said with a smile.

After Pat recovered, they went at it a second time until he again finished emptying all he had left in his testicles for the night. This wasn’t the first time they had sex so there was no awkward pillow talk, Pat just cleaned himself off and said goodnight to Jessica. She stayed in bed, and when Pat left, tucked her knees under her chin and lifted her butt up in the air. She visualized the semen draining through her cervix and into her uterus where she hopefully had an egg waiting to be fertilized.

Almost two weeks passed and the day before Jessica was to have her period, she went to the store and bought a home pregnancy test, the kind that can predict up to 3 days before a missed period. It said to use the first urination of the day, so she waited until the next morning.

Jessica stumbled out of bed and tripped over to the bathroom where she had set up her test the night before on the sink. She began to pee and held the cup under her stream to catch a shot of it to test. She dipped the stick into it and brought it back to bed to lie and wait for the results. The 5 minute alarm went off she had set on her phone and she rolled over to see the result.

“It’s a plus! It’s a plus! I’m pregnant!” she shouted to herself.

A big glow overtook Jessica as she bathed in the warm feelings of motherhood in her bed. She was so excited. She began rubbing her flat stomach knowing it wouldn’t look that way much longer.

Jessica had already decided she wasn’t going to tell anyone who the father was, or even that she was pregnant until she had to. Without any family and only a few friends, she really just had to tell her work, which wouldn’t be a problem.

…

Weeks turned into months as Jessica’s belly began to swell with child. Her jeans were fitting very tight and all her shirts looked about two sizes too small, but Jessica was trying to save all the money she had so she made do with her clothes. At four months pregnant, Jessica was still able to hide her pregnancy from most people but that luxury was fading.

A month later, Jessica attempted to put her pants on after a shower.

“Hhhhhyyyaaaa,” she struggle to button her jeans. “Shit, nothing fits anymore,” she added.

Happy with it but thinking she was a little ahead of her time, Jessica consulted a chart for women her size. Knowing she was about 22 weeks, she ran her finger across the chart.

“That’s weird,” she uttered. “It shows I’m the size of a 26 week. It can’t be that off,” she thought to herself.

She turned in the mirror and looked at her side bulge and started pushing it in and out with her abdomen. She extended it out as far as she could, making it look like she shot right into her seventh month, when to her surprise she remember something.

“Clomid...twins!” she shouted.

The thought of having twins made Jessica flush with delight. She knew she would get really big, and thinking about squeezing out two babies made her panties drip. After a quick rub and relief, Jessica got ahold of a local non profit clinic for pregnant mothers where she could get checked out for next to nothing.

...

“Ok, up on the table,” the woman at the clinic said.

Jessica crawled onto the table and laid on her back.

“Pants off, legs up,” the nurse said. She was nice but clearly had many more patients to see after Jessica.

Jessica slid her pants and underwear off and put her legs into the stirrups. The nurse did a familiar exam then had Jessica put her pants back on.

“Shirt up. This is going to be cold,” she said as she put the stethoscope next to her belly button. “Well I guess you didn’t came here for me to tell you that your pregnant,” she said.

“Well...no. I was taking Clomid when I got pregnant and I think it might be twins,” Jessica explained.

“Oh, that’s a horse of a different color,” the nurse replied. She reached behind her and pulled a rolling table to her front. “Let’s take a looks inside!”

The nursed squirted some gel all over Jessica’s bump and began gliding around her stomach.

“You hear that? That’s two heart beats, you’re having twins,” she announced.

“Twins? Really?” Jessica couldn’t think of what else to say. She was thrilled that her suspicion was confirmed.

…

Jessica stared down at her burgeoning womb and was pleased with what she saw.

“Two more months,” she said calmly to her stomach as she patted it.

Her size looked like she was about ready to birth a healthy child, but with two more months, Jessica drooled at the idea of how big she would ultimately get. Her friends, now knowing, would pry and ask but Jessica kept the father’s identity a secret. Even Pat asked if it was his, but Jessica reassured him it wasn’t. She just hoped they didn’t look like him or she would have some explaining to do.

Her skin was perfect as her body took to being pregnant quite nicely. Her boobs inflated as her body started producing milk for her unborn children. Besides her belly and boobs though, nothing else changed much on Jessica. She was as beautiful as ever but her protruding baby bulge was the icing on the cake.

Jessica was now severely limited on her wardrobe to the point that she only had a couple outfits to wear that would still fit her. Dresses and skirts and a shirt or sweatshirt was all she had left until she came up with an idea for making money.

Jessica was feeling a bit horny one day and sat down at her computer to find some porn to quell her desires. Having a larger sexual appetite from her pregnancy, Jessica had exhausted most of the porn websites she would frequent. She wanted something new. She came upon a site that was for pregnant fetishists. She couldn't believe what had open up to her. Pictures, real and fake, drawings, sketches...everything. While perusing, she found someone’s pregnant paysite. They would upload pictures or movies of their pregnant bodies and people would pay to download or watch.

And without skipping a beat, Jessica quickly found out how she could do that same to bring in extra money for her “growing” needs. But she thought she could go one further and find people to pay big bucks to watch the actual birth. While pictures and movies could be available to anyone on the internet, she knew the live birth would be in person only. With two months to go, she had her work cut out for her in finding people that she could trust to watch her deliver.

…

Eight months pregnant and ballooning up, Jessica was carrying a big load. Most things under her were now invisible as she waddled around in life. She started making a very small amount of money through the website she started, doing chats and requests from her webcam. It was enough to get some better suited clothes for her widening figure. Her breasts now just sat on top of her huge belly, all three orbs jiggling with each movement.

Jessica checked her email and saw an unusual message in her inbox. She began reading it and soon realized what it was. Jessica had been covertly putting the word out on her pregnancy website that she was looking for people that would pay to watch her give birth. This email was from a prospective customer. It was a gentlemen, 35 years old, and a friend of his that were interested. Jessica decided to set up a meeting with them to see if everything checked out.

…

“Come on,” Jessica said to herself, trying lift her belly off her lap to get out of the car. She wiggled over the an empty table and slowly lowered herself down into the chair. She spread her legs wide to allow her heavy womb to rest on the chair between them. She had told the men that she would be wearing a bright yellow dress, and that she would obviously be very pregnant. Shortly after sitting down Jessica saw two men approach her.

“You must be Jessica,” one man said.

“Yes, are you Fred?” she asked.

“Yeah, and this is my friend Bobby. May we sit?” he asked.

“Please,” she replied.

Both men sat down, but nearly missed the chairs being too concentrated on Jessica’s large belly, outlined by her dress and pulled tight by her hand cradling under it.

“So...you look amazing,” Fred said.

Jessica blushed and replied, “Thanks, so, I guess to business. I am eight months pregnant now with twins. I’ve have all necessary check ups and I am on track to deliver in five weeks,” she began rubbing her sore womb.

Still ogling her globe, Bobby asked, “So much much is it going to be?”

“Well, I guess there are some options. But to see if you’re in for it, let’s start at $5,000 and go from there. Now, that’s total, not each,” she explained.

“Go on,” Fred said.

“Depending on your involvement, it could double. Now, I’ve studied a lot on how to birth by myself, so I don’t require help, but, there is touching, massaging, helping, and of course, other,” Jessica said.

“What’s ‘other’,” asked Fred.

“First off, no one will be having sex with me. Massaging my clit during a contraction is one thing, putting your junk in my ass while I’m trying to pop out a baby is something else...something else that is not happening. By ‘other’ I mean, well, why do you both like pregnant woman? What turns you on the most?” she asked.

“Umm, ahhh,” they both stuttered.

“Look, the reason I’m doing this is because I like pregnant woman too. It’s what turns me on. We are here for the same reason, no need to be shy now. I like it when a woman screams and shouts and struggles to push a baby out of her small hole,” said Jessica.

“Oh, well, yeah. I think to see a pregnant woman squirm in pain. Like the child is too big to birth. I mean, I guess that’s for both of us. Are you catering to this? Will you be able to?” questioned Bobby.

“Yes. I can,” Jessica said confidently, now grabbing the sides of her mound with both hands. “I will be able to deliver both naturally, and I will be doing it at home by myself, or with you two if you’re lucky. I will be video taping it for my own pleasure, but I will require you to sign a waiver if you’re there, I don’t want this getting around the internet without my permission. So I’ll let you two think about what you’d like to see from me, but in the mean time I will require two meetings a week leading up to the birth. I’m not going to just let strangers into this situation.”

“That sounds like a deal if for one thing; we get belly rubs with each visit.” Fred said.

“Deal,” said Jessica and with that lifted up her dress to expose her giant stomach.

“It’s so big and round! It’s amazing!” Bobby said, forgetting about the other people around him.

Jessica could see their dicks harden in their pants as they leaned in to touch her belly. She again blushed at the thought of other men finding her that sexually pleasing.

Still holding her dress up, and being rather obvious about it in a public place, she added, “And I’m sure you could guess, I’m not very bashful about my body.” She covered her mound up and set up their next meeting.

…

Jessica was very cautious about what she was doing, so she made sure that she was always at their meeting spot early and left only after the men had so she couldn’t be followed or seen what direction she was coming from, or even what car she drove. However, after they had met another three or four times, she began to feel comfortable with Bobby and Fred and thought it was time to take it further. With only two more weeks left in her pregnancy, Jessica decided she got to know them well enough and wanted to nail down the details of this transaction.

“Hey guys!” she said seeing the two men walk up to her at the coffee shop.

“Hello,” they both replied.

“So I thought today we would do a little more than just chat,” she stated. Bobby and Fred looked at each other in excitement.

“Like what?” Fred said.

“Well, like I said last time, I want the deposit now, which I assume you brought?” Bobby nodded, “And that gets you some privileges,” she explained. “I am curious about your requests now so that I can ‘practice’ and make sure it happens the way you want it.”

Now the men really got excited.

“And I wanted to offer you some other options,” Jessica said. “I realize you both will only get off for one day, but this money will help me for a while, so I want you to get your money’s worth of me, but I’ll get into that in a little. So, should we go somewhere a little more private?”

“Sure,” said Fred. “What were you thinking?”

“Somewhere open, how about Wilson Park down the street? We can walk,” she suggested.

The three of them walked a few blocks down to the park and found a nice spot where no one was in earshot of what they would be discussing. The two men each took one of Jessica’s arms and gently lowered her to the ground. Her knees went akimbo to accommodate her large belly.

“First things first, I owe you boys some belly rubs!” and with that she tucked her dress under her heavy breasts and arched her back as she put her hands behind her. Her stomach popped out quite far and the men were taken aback for a moment before reaching in to get their prize.

“You like that?” she asked, fully knowing the answer already. They just grumbled as their concentration couldn’t be distracted with speech.

“Ok, ok, I promise we’ll do more, but after business,” she covered her giant womb in the thin fabric and brought one arm to her front to slowly massage herself as she talked. “So, let’s first talk options. What have you both come up with in terms of what you’d like to see, besides the birth?”

“Well, I’d like to see you on your back, legs in the air, maybe propped up a little, or not, and yanking your legs back to push out the babies. Obviously, I want you to be naked and maybe while you are laboring, you could rub your clit. Orgasms are always welcome,” Bobby started.

“Yeah, and I’d like you, for at least part of it, to be on all fours, face on the ground, butt in the air, spreading or touching. While you are actually birthing, which I’m sure will be painful and not hard to fake, I want you to act like the baby is too big or that it’s stretching you too much to be able to do it,” Fred explained.

“Well I was pretty much going to be doing something like all of that for you anyway, but it’s nice to hear that’s what you really want. Anything else? I was thinking more ‘hands on’ if you catch my drift,” Jessica inquired.

“Not really,” Fred stared at Bobby.

“Well, like I said before, nothing sexual, I’m not putting these babies at risk for our desires, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other things,” she explained. “You can be more involved, like a birthing coach, but obviously different.”

“I want to treat you like cattle,” Fred blurted out, only to see Bobby’s eyes widen with what his friend had just said.

“Now you’re getting it!” Jessica said with a smile. Bobby looked confused with what had just happened.

“I want to pretend this is a punishment and that you are just a breeding slave,” said Bobby, now not wanting to lose out on this opportunity.

“Alright, now were getting into something,” Jessica encouraged.

“What about cumming,” Bobby asked bluntly.

“What about it?” Jessica asked.

“Well, hanging out in a room with the most beautiful, most pregnant woman I’ve seen, giving birth to a litter right in front of me...I mean, this is kind of the hieght of all fantasies,” said Bobby, gazing into the repetitious stroking of her belly.

“Oh, gotcha. Yeah, I figured there would need to be some relieving taking place. It’s simple. Not a drop on anything I own, and that includes myself. This isn’t turning into a bukkake scene. I would prefer to not stare into the eye on your penis, but as long as I have a couple feet of space around me, and you have a cum rag, then I don’t think we’ll have a problem,” Jessica stated, her face flush from Bobby’s previous comment. “Well, anything else?”

The two men just sat quietly shaking their heads.

“I think we got the basics covered and I’m ok with leaving some things to develop organically. I think you know where the line is that you can’t cross and I believe you won’t, so, here’s to us!” Jessica yelled pulling her dress up again.

She fell back on the grass from her excitement and when she hit the soft ground began to giggle. Both men watched as her engorged womb billowed out completely and wiggle around her torso. Her light purple panties, once hidden from under her belly, were now exposed from her supine position to both men. The delicate underwear struggled to reach closer than a whole foot from her belly button. Bobby and Fred helped her up as Jessica untucked her dress caught between her heavy milk bags and her swelling belly.

…

The last two weeks of her pregnancy passed without a hitch. She met very regularly with Bobby and Fred during that time and all three were surprised with just how much bigger Jessica had gotten. It looked as if she were due weeks ago, but her babies just kept growing and growing as her belly skin was pushed to its limits, tightening like a drum.

Jessica had noticed her tummy had dropped considerably and it was a sure sign that the birth was impending. She began to rely on the two men for favors more than meeting as her mobility was next to nothing and the hot summer sun made doing most chores unbearable. Plus, having them around so close to her birth meant that there was a good chance she wouldn’t have to call them over once it all started.

Four days overdue, Jessica’s huge babies became restless to the point it had woken her up early that morning. She called Fred and Bobby to come over and hang out with her for the day feeling that there might be a couple birthdays in the works. She had felt faint contractions for some days but the ones she was feeling on this day were definitely more potent and markedly different.

“Come in,” Jessica yelled as she heard a knock on the front door. The guys walked in to see a massive Jessica, uncomfortable on the couch in front of them. She was reclined rather far back and the weight of her belly was on top of her. She was wearing light grey mini workout shorts (there would most definitely be a workout soon) and a matching color scrimmage t-shirt, ending a few inches under her filled breasts, parting around her wide belly, the bottom bulge of each just visible. Her belly jutted out quite far and rested on her thighs and the couch between them.

“Woah!” Bobby exclaimed uncontrollably. Being very much at ease with one another and obviously knowing each other for purely sexual reasons alone, no one was afraid to speak their mind. “I want to do many things to you right now,” he continued with a smile on his face. This was the first time they had seen Jessica mostly exposed in all her glory.

Both boys were being extremely nice to Jessica in her state as they knew soon they would be of a different state of mind. Jessica now fairly confident that today was the day, instructed them to gather her supplies for the birth as well as any props and the like for the erotic labor they would all experience. Jessica stayed anchored to her couch as the guys set everything up, taking direction for her.

“Can you put that there,” she said telling Bobby to put the birthing ball in the corner of the front room.

Fred laid out some old blankets and stacked towels and pillows next to them with drinks and snacks to accompany.

“Oh, you guys are so great,” Jessica said to her workers as she watched, rubbing her bare, tender, hot tummy with her smooth hands.

“Who wants belly rubs?” she said in a playful voice as if talking to children wanting candy as she sat up the little bit she could. The two sat on her sides and she put her arms behind her head and presented herself to them. They probed her like a bred animal. She saw both of their khaki shorts fill with their hard cocks, this time she could see what they were working with. Jessica’s hormones began to rage.

“So, you guys are paying me and all but other than that I haven’t really asked you for much, you know? Can I ask for one thing? And sense you are about to see me and all my business pretty soon here, I think it’s fair.

“Yeah, sure,” said Bobby.

“What is it?” followed Fred.

“Well,” she paused, looking down at their pants. “Girls get curious just like men and I’ve always had a ‘healthy’ sex drive so my mind wanders, like I’m sure yours do about what girls have under theirs clothes…”

“What are you trying to say?” asked Fred.

“I’ve seen you guys chub up when ogling and fondling my belly and it always made me feel nice and wanted and I thought I had a good idea about what you two were packing, but seeing you now in shorts and rather hard, my libido is going crazy and I gotta see ‘em,” Jessica said.

Fred and Bobby were silent.

“Ok, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I know most guys are at least a little homophobic, stupid in my opinion, but that’s your prerogative, so let’s take turns. Bobby, do you want to step back into my bedroom for a minute and then you guys can switch?”

Without a word, they both quickly stood up, Bobby went into the bedroom and Fred walked around to the other side of the coffee table Jessica was resting her feet on.

“So you just want to see my dick?” he asked plainly.

“I want to see it doing what it does best...let me help you,” Jessica elaborated, and with that slid her butt back down to the edge of the couch. She started to sensually rub around her belly with one hand and placed her other hand over her pussy.

“So as you can see, I’ve swelled up a good amount. It’s hard getting in and out of my clothes and most things don’t fit anymore,” she taunted.

Fred dropped his shorts and underwear to the ground revealing a good sized cock in front of Jessica. She knew she could do better for him.

“Even these stretchy cotton workout shorts; my belly is testing the limits of the fabric,” Jessica said moving her belly hand down to meet her other hand under her ballooning stomach.

Fred’s cock now stood straight out, pointing to Jessica. Still she could do better.

“I can’t even wear panties with them, it’s too tight,” Jessica could see precum dribbling out of Fred dick as it continued to raise, but she was not done. To prove her last comment, Jessica brought the inseam of her shorts together and let her labia pop out of the sides, only the opening of her pussy was covered up.

“Ooops!” she said childishly. “I guess everything is swelling in here.”

Fred, his cock now pointing at the ceiling, looked as if he was going to blow. Jessica could see the giant cock in all its glory and practically came just looking at it. She threw him a nearby towel and said, “Go ahead, I got what I needed.” No sooner did Fred catch the towel then he quickly covered his erection and poured his semen into it.

“That was just the appetizer...NEXT!!!” she yelled for Bobby as Fred pulled his pants up and she covered herself back up.

Bobby came out, already with a hard on and took Fred’s previous position in front of a commanding Jessica. Before she could even direct him, he dropped his shorts to the ground to reveal his mostly erect cock.

“Right to business, I like that,” Jessica smiled at him. “But it looks like your friend has you beat in the trouser department,’ Jessica said trying to rouse Bobby knowing he would accept the challenge. “But, no touching yourself,” she clarified. “Let me help.”

“You know it’s hard work growing two large babies in such a small space. Everything gets so big and hot,” Jessica seductively said as she spread her legs apart until the sides of her knees touched the couch. She didn’t notice any change in Bobby’s member.

“My body has been very active getting ready for motherhood as you can see,” and with that comment she lifted up her half shirt and rolled it up to the neckline. Her perfectly large breasts stayed very perky despite being filled to the brim with milk.

Bobby was speechless as he stared on. Her nipples, areolas, everything was perfect, like out of a magazine.

“Oh, you like them?” Jessica asked rhetorically. “I don’t know, they’re so heavy and tender it feels like they’re gonna pop!” She could see she was getting a ‘rise’ out of Bobby now.
“See,” she said as she started to fondle them from under. She moved her hands slowly outwards while squeezing them as if she were milking herself. She waited until she was almost to her nipples and stopped.

“Do you think my babies will like sucking on them?” she asked. Bobby just nodded looking like he had a lobotomy. He continued to become more erect, now at a 45 degree angle.

“I think I’m overflowing...let’s relieve some of the pressure,” Jessica finished the motion with her hands and squeezed down hard on her nipples causing milk to spray wildly all over her mountain of a belly. “Oooohhhhh,” she moaned, “That’s better.”

She could see Bobby’s cock throbbing as his body struggled to pump all the blood it could into it. He could get no harder.

“Maybe I was wrong about you. I think it might be a tie. Here,” she said throwing him a towel, “Finish up while I rub this in,” Jessica said. She started to wipe the milk all over her vast midsection as Bobby emptied his nuts into the towel.

Fred came back in and the two men finished turning Jessica’s front room into a birthing center as Jessica’s large belly kept her pinned to the couch, resting a sweating glass of water between her warm breasts.

“So what now?” Fred asked.

“Well, we could always plaaaaaayyyyyyyuuuuuuhhhhhhhh…” Jessica winced in pain. Her knees bounced off the coffee table and parted around her wide belly. Next her hands went to clench under her womb causing her legs to spread even more. The glass of water shook off her her and spilled on the carpet below her. She ignored it as her knees touched down on the couch on either side of her and her chin buried itself in her chest. She hugged herself for a moment.

Bobby asked, “Are you alright?”

“Huuuu….yeah, that was my first contraction. This thing is starting,” Jessica said. “I should have some time before the next one so let’s hear some requests.”

“Ok, why don’t you lie down. Get one leg up on top of the couch,” Fred directed.

Jessica slid to her right side and rested her head on the armrest. Her enlarged maternal orbs bounced as she touched down. Her breasts flopped out of her scant shirt. She was too pregnant to get her leg up on her own, so she grabbed her left thigh with both hands and plopped it over the back of the couch.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yeah...now, those babies are going to be hard to deliver with those shorts on,” Bobby stated.

Jessica went to feel around her belly, not that she could get them off in this position even if she wanted, when she was interrupted.

“NO!” Bobby shouted. “I didn’t say you could. I just said I bet it will be hard.” Jessica got the cue and stopped immediately.

“Yes sir,” she said in a passive voice and returned her hands on top of her massive belly. “What would you like me to do for you?” she asked them.

“Let’s see how you do trying to push out this large litter,” Bobby said.

Jessica bared down and grabbed her belly and started breathing like she was in heavy labor.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that. Put some muscle into it,” Fred added.

Jessica struggled to grab her legs back her stomach was so big and screamed as she pretended to push her babies out.

“I can’t they’re so big! I don’t think my pussy is big enough! Why did you impregnate me like this!” Jessica acted. She was playing well into their fantasies.

“That is what you deserve. You are breeding cattle. That is all you are good for. Now, birth those babies god damnit!” Fred yelled.

Again Jessica feigned an arduous labor. She began to sweat as she worked herself out. She was careful not to actually tire herself, but on the outside, to the boys, she was nailing the part. When Jessica got a real contraction, she didn’t say anything and just used it to convince her audience everything was real. This slave berating continued for the better part of an hour until the boys decided it was time for a scene change.

At this point the three checked into reality with each other. Jessica was only in pain when she had a real contraction and she wanted to make sure the guys were getting what they wanted. Fred and Bobby wanted to make sure that Jessica was doing alright as well because it was hard for them to tell when she was faking and what was real. She convinced them that she would let them know if anything serious was happening.

Jessica kept an eye on the clock to see where she was at in her labor and determined her contractions were about 15 minutes apart. Indeed they were getting stronger than when they had started and Jessica welcomed a change in position off the couch.

The two men had each of Jessica’s arms as they helped her off the couch and onto her hands and knees on some blankets on the ground.

“What’s happening?” Jessica asked.

“Dogs give birth on the ground,” Fred said.

“Yes master,” Jessica complied.

Bobby went around behind her and pulled her shorts down to her knees. “Look at that bred pussy, Fred,” said Bobby.

“Thank you, master,” Jessica sighed.

“Yeah, it’s tight, but not for long,” he laughed.

“Ooowwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa,” Jessica cried as she winced and let her head hang. She desperately wanted to grab her low swaying load but she knew she couldn’t support herself with one hand. She dropped her head to the ground and arched her back as her ass went up into the air to present her birthing hole to her two ‘captors’.

“Hhhhhuuuuuuuu...hhhheeee...hhheeee,” she howled slowly. The contraction ended. “Ooww,” she whimpered, feeling her enlarged breasts tightly pinched under her weight. She righted herself up to her original position and looked down to see two large milk spots on the towels where she had leaked through her shirt.

“I milked myself,” Jessica said in an attempt to keep the fantasy moving along for the boys.
“Well maybe I was wrong when I said you were a dog. It seems like with those udders you are a birthing cow. Let’s take a look,” Fred said and grabbed her arms behind her and picked her up until she was kneeling. The two looked at Jessica’s milk soaked shirt.

“Looks like you won’t be needing this anymore,” Bobby said giving Jessica an “is everything alright” look. She tacitly nodded as she was enjoying her treatment as much as the men were.

They pulled her shirt off of her and helped her the rest of the way our of her shorts. Now fully naked and sitting on her butt, Jessica placed her hands behind her and put her knees up as she spread right in front of her onlookers. She could see them getting aroused again. This in turn aroused Jessica.

“These babies are too big to birth on my own, maybe you could help me?” Jessica asked as she pulled one hand around and started caressing her huge bulge.

“What can we do?” asked Fred.

Jessica slipped her hand down the slope to her dark pubic hair and continued until she reached her tender pussy. She slid a couple fingers in and spread her knees apart.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe you can pull my legs back to help me open up,” she suggested, still rubbing around her gradually wettening pussy.

Jessica let herself down on her back and bent her knees up. Both men walked to her side and grabbed under her feet. She hugged under her enormous belly and all three tugged back. After only a few seconds, Jessica actually felt something real happen in the middle of the charade. One of the babies wedged down in her pelvis causing her to cry out.

“Hhhhhhuuuuuuuwwwwwwwww!!!!!!” she continued for a few moments but was cut off by another sensation.

“POP!” like the sound of a water balloon bursting, Jessica felt a warm fluid gush all over her vulva, butt and thighs.

“Hhhhhhoooooooo!!!” she let out in relief. The pressure was a little better now.

“Jeeeezzze!!” Bobby screamed as both helpers jumped back in surprise.

“Oh, c’mon, did you think this wouldn’t be messy?” Jessica said rhetorically. Before anything else could be said, she uttered, “Oh no, it’s coming.”

She grabbed her legs again and yanked them far back; the boys huddled over her again and started yanking too. Jessica could feel this contraction a lot more than previous ones. She could hardly make a sound as she tried to deal with the pain. She soon ran out of air.

“Hooo...heee...heee...hooo...heeee,” she panted for a minute but the pain was too much for her not to push through it. When it ended she went limp; her exertion and the heat were getting to her.

“Oh boys...this is...show time,” she strained to get out.

“You’re gonna give birth right now!” Fred asked in a worried tone.

“Yes...active labor…” Jessica could barely mutter she was in so much discomfort.

Bobby could see Jessica in an awkward position and rolled the birthing ball behind her to help prop her up. Once leaning forward and momentarily relaxed Jessica peered over her greatly protruding womb and could only see the tops of her knees beyond it. Her own labor, pregnancy, giant belly and attraction for struggling birthers converged in one moment and Jessica fought back nature’s plea to drop the charade and focus on childbirth.

“Don’t stop because of me…” she said, again feeling around her mountainous load to find her pulsating clitoris. The only thing Jessica could deal with right now was getting off.

Not needing to be told twice, the boys came down to Jessica on the floor and waited for direction. The hot summer afternoon had almost completely dried Jessica of her birthing fluids but hadn’t helped her warm body cool to any pleasant temperature.

“I’m just so hot and sore. These things are getting too heavy,” she said grabbing a handful of breast in each hand. “Maybe you can lick and blow them for me...gently,” she added.

Bobby and Fred instantly began sucking and licking Jessica’s nipples and blowing and playing with them softly. Jessica, feeling horny and easy to get off, decided to let the boys do most of the work. She gradually picked her hands up off her tender labia and glided them up the steep path to her belly button where she stopped. She fingered around her navel and began rubbing around the immediate area as she found it to be an erotic spot in the moment of things. Quickly progressing to the height of an orgasm she backed off again. She crept her hands up between Bobby and Fred until her hands and arms were free above her head.

The two men were hardly aware of anything Jessica was doing as they were too infatuated with their own situation to notice. They had their eyes closed and were surely fantasizing about god knows what. Jessica could see their lack of attention so she guided each of their unknowing arms onto her belly and down to her soon to be used birth canal.

Their two hands adjusted blindly to the area. Bobby’s hand went in to finger Jessica while Fred’s stayed above and slowly rubbed her clit. Jessica stayed on top of the sexual play by keeping Fred and Bobby’s mouths focussed on her tits while their hands stayed at work on her desirous pussy. Even if Jessica hadn’t already been close to cumming her accompanying male’s efforts wouldn’t have needed much time.

“Oooooooohhhhhhhaaaaaawwwwwww,” she cooed long and slow as her orgasm carefully shook her whole body. Fred and Bobby stopped for a second thinking it was another contraction but Jessica’s body language convinced them it was something else. They continued their job pleasing Jessica while she rode out her sexual release. She grabbed at both of their cocks and with the slightest brushing caused them to cum in their pants without any delay.

After all had been thoroughly satisfied, the three of them got back into reality and figured out what about this birth they needed to tackle next.

“Phew, ok, what’s next?” Jessica laughed.

“How are you doing?” Bobby asked.

“Good now! But it’s definitely getting more painful and a bit harder on the body. I think we need to set me up in the final position and we can ride that one out until the end. Sound good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” the men said in unison.

Fred hesitated for a moment then said, “I kinda thought we’d be getting more. Don’t get me wrong this is amazing and is a once in a lifetime situation but all the stuff we talked about, it seemed like there would be more input.”

“Fred, honey, I’m sorry. I definitely don’t want to be selling you short. What’s bothering you?” she said in a motherly tone.

“I guess I wanted to have you laid out struggling with delivering, you know, with a good view,” Fred explained.

“Well, today is your lucky honey. The couch pulls out to a bed and I think that it would be a great place to labor while I have my breeders watching over me making sure I don’t misbehave,” Jessica said with a naughty look on her face. “Now, move the table, pull those two straps and pull the bed out.”

The two quickly scurried around the room setting it up for Jessica.

“Good, now help me up,” she finally asked when they were done.

They each took an arm of Jessica’s and waddled her to the pull out couch. She sat down slowly and gathered the pillows behind her. Every new position of a naked Jessica made Fred and Bobby’s mind wander with sexual fantasies. She picked up one leg off the ground and swung it around and anchored her heel into the mattress under her. Unable to move too quickly without tiring, Jessica paused and rubbed her bulging stomach until she had more energy to finish her move. She brought the other leg up and steadied herself with her hands behind her as she laid back, her back at a 45͒ angle, just like a hospital bed without the stirrups. She could only see her knees and what was below them over her ample hump. The amount she was swollen by this pregnancy caused Jessica to lay rather spread eagle when relaxed, unable to bring any of her corresponding limbs together. Once adjusted and feeling like a placed ragdoll, Jessica looked up to see the boys staring deep into her displayed vulva.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat but they didn’t notice. She tried again louder, “AHEM!” Nothing.

Even though she needed the money and this whole event was for the two men gawking in front of her, Jessica would be lying to say she wasn’t getting something extra out of it for herself. She wasn’t just fighting her normal sexual urges, which were high. And she wasn’t just fighting her pregnancy fetish either, which was even higher. She was compounding those on top of her insatiable pregnant sexual appetite, so when firing on all cylinders, there was scarcely a moment when there wasn’t an urge to act upon.

Jessica was hot and bothered again. As soon as the thought entered her head, her body acted accordingly. Her labia and surrounding area throbbed with each heartbeat and she could feel herself get wet. She thought to herself for a second that her libido must be very strong to counteract the forces of childbirth and still have enough juice to get her going at a moments notice. The idea left her and she started to move her hands to her inner thighs.

At all times she kept an eye on each of her audience members. Nothing could distract them from the show she was putting on. Jessica stopped her hands where her legs met her hips and belly and started a slow massage there. That was all it took for Bobby and Fred to “stiffen” up again. It was nearly impossible for Jessica to reach completely around her two unborn children, so both hands came in from the side and met on her surprisingly well managed pubic bush. She fuddled around with her curlies between her fingers before moving down south. Even propped up, she was at the end of her reach by the time her left middle finger rubbed over her clitoral hood. She turned her knees out to the side and widened the space between her thighs. More of her copious belly settled in the new free space and Jessica was able to get the final two or three inches of reach she required for the job.

“Ooohhhh,” she moaned softly, mostly to see if the boys would snap out of it or were on the hook with her. No reaction. She continued.

She continued moaning and groaning until Fred instinctually went to lean in on the couch bed. Jessica picked up her left leg and ushered him back with a quick kick all while never leaving her pussy unattended. She began moving faster and faster as her right fingers easily slipped into her loose, puffy opening.

“Ooooowwwwwww...oooooOOOOWWWWW….WWWWWWUUUUUUHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!” Jessica wailed unlike anything before.

The men were thrilled with the spectacle playing out in front of them but were unaware of what was really happening. While Jessica’s vocal release started out as an orgasm, the force of the bodily pleasure sent her into the deepest and most painful contraction yet. She stayed grabbed at her crotch until one hand sprung up and seized seized her belly while her belly seized the rest of her body. The boys would have stayed there, frozen for hours, had they not seen the waves ripple across Jessica’s womb. There was no mistaking what was happening at that point. All they could do is watch her struggle with the pain.

“Huuu...huuuu….huuuu….” Jessica just panted. “That was a strong one...huuu...huuu,” she nervously rubbed her belly. “You guys getting ready?” she asked her womb.

“So what now?” asked Bobby.

“Uuhhh...well the contractions are less than ten minutes apart, so…” Jessica didn’t really know what there was to do except keep acting out their mutual fantasies between contractions until she had to give birth.

“I’ve got a request, if it’s not too much for you,” Bobby said with an unsure tone.

“Never hurts to ask!” Jessica replied enthusiastically.

“Can you be tied up during the next contraction? Just the next one,” he asked.

“Ah...sure,” she said unable to think of a reason to say no.

Bobby ran to his bag and pulled out some bondage handcuffs.

“Oh jeez, where’d that come from?” Jessica asked.

“I just wanted to be prepared for any scenario you would allow,” Bobby smiled.

“Well, let’s get started,” Jessica complied.

Bobby stepped to Jessica’s right wrist and cuffed it. He threw the other cuff to Fred who was standing on the opposite side to cuff her left wrist. Once Jessica was cuffed the two men stopped and thought of the best way to secure the other ends of the cuffs to really restrain her. Fred noticed the folding legs that come down when the bed was pulled out and suggested that they cuff it to that. With all of Jessica’s weight on the bed and not enough slack to move left or right, there was no way she would be able to slide either cuff off the bed legs.

“How’s that?” Fred asked Jessica.

“Good,” she said as she was trying to bring her arms together. The chain had little slack and her efforts were stopped almost immediately. She raised her forearms a few inches while all her fingers pointed up to the ceiling.

“Legs?” Fred asked Bobby.

“Legs?” Bobby turned to Jessica. She nodded and gave her consent.

Bobby only had the one pair of cuffs so he needed to get creative with leg restraints. He looked behind him and saw the stack of towels they had put out for the birth and thought they could spare a couple for a little. He handed Fred a towel and they gingerly tied up each of Jessica’s legs to the bed posts.

“Ok, try to move around,” Bobby requested.

Jessica again tried bringing her arms in to her body but was stopped in the same position. She tried kicking her legs about but could only lift them an inch or two from the bed.

“Yep, I’m pretty stuck,” Jessica giggled.

Bobby stayed standing over Jessica for a bit, staring at the giant, naked, pregnant body spread out wide and tied securely.

“Well don’t you just look nice,” Bobby said. “You ready for that next painful contraction?” he asked creepily.

But before Jessica could answer with her mouth, her body obliged and gave Bobby his answer. Jessica’s contractions were getting increasingly more painful and this one was no exception.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHH,” we all she could get out as the contraction hit hard and left her without any more air to shout.

Her arms tried to go up again in an attempt to grab her aching womb. She fought with the cuffs for a second then out of desperation tried yanking her legs up as if they would do anything.

“OOOHHH please, please...huuu….get me out,” Jessica begged. “Hhhiiiiyyyyaaaa,” she cried as she winced through the worst of the pain. “IT’S TERRIBLE!!” she screamed as she felt one leg kick her spine and another just under her belly button. “I can’t, I can’t,” she chanted until her voice faded with the contraction.

“Oh, please, no more,” she pleaded to the boys at her feet. “I know using my hands and legs doesn’t help the pain but I just can’t. I need to be free to roll around through the pain. It’s too much,” she explained. “I hope that was good for you, though”

“Yeah, it was,” Bobby said enthusiastically. “I’m sorry but it was really great to see.”

“Well, I’m here to please,” Jessica said. “Can I have some water and a towel?”

Fred went into the kitchen and got a glass of water while Bobby got another towel from the stack.

“I can’t wait to be undone, I think I’m gonna pass out; can you just wipe my face and help me drink this?” Jessica asked.

The boys helped her out with her requests then went on to untie the hugely pregnant beached woman in front of them. Fred untied her legs from the towel and in their freedom Jessica fluttered them, giving them both a good show of her pussy and butt. Bobby was shuffling around the side of the couch and after some time had still not freed Jessica’s arms.

“What’s going on back there?” Jessica asked pleasantly.

“Umm, these are different than I remember. I think I need the key,” Bobby explained nervously, but he knew that there was no key.

He walked up and began riffling through the duffle bag that he had brought with him. The bag was empty but no one else noticed. Bobby’s panic set in quickly as he looked at the other two unsuspecting people in the room.

“Well, come on with it, you wouldn’t believe how itchy a pregnant lady’s skin gets, specially one stretched tight with twins,” Jessica teased.

“Uhhmm, so, I don’t have a key,” Bobby said worriedly.

“What do you mean, can’t you just go home and get it if it’s not here?” asked Jessica.

“Not really,” he replied. “These aren’t my handcuffs, I don’t own a key for these...” Bobby’s voiced got quiet.

Jessica was never the type to freak out no matter what was happening so she calmly asked Bobby, “Whose are these? Can you get a key?”

“No, I can’t. I think these are my ex girlfriend’s from years ago. I haven’t used them in a long time and when I grabbed them this morning I just didn’t think about it. Jessica, I’m so sorry,” Bobby pleaded.

“It’s ok, we got a few minutes before the next contraction to figure this out. I mean, at least my hands aren’t cuffed together, I don’t care if they have cuffs on them as long as I’m not tied down to this bed. Can’t we just slip each cuff off the bed leg?” Jessica finished.

The boys were already fearing the worst at this point but were compelled to try to appease Jessica. The problem that they had easily recognized was that the bed was too high and Jessica’s arms too short. Their demonstration really drove the point home. Fred pulled the left handcuff down as much as he could before it started really pulling at Jessica’s arm. He asked if she could roll to him any more to lower her arm. She pulled at her right arm but was only able to give Fred another couple inches before her right cuff was all the way up the bed leg.

“Is it close?” Jessica asked, now with a hint of worry.

“Ah, no, not really. You need like 10 more inches even when you’re trying,” Fred explained.

“Fuck. Ok. So any ideas? Hhhhhhssssssssuuuuuuuu,” Jessica could feel another struggle within her womb followed by a pressure deep in her pelvis. One of her baby’s heads just got into place to start burrowing through her tight birth canal with the next contraction.

“Hhhuuuuu...ssssuuuuu...hhhhhuuuuu...burns...it burns so bad...we gotta stop…” Jessica wasn’t even sure who or what she was talking about anymore, the pain was too much for her to concentrate.

The boys just looked at each other as Jessica laid in pain in front of them. They knew they wouldn’t be able to get her hands free the way they had just tried so they went to the kitchen to look for anything they could to cut them off.

“Hurry...it’s coming...hhhhuuuuuu,” Jessica tried breathing deeply to slow the progression but her unborn child’s head had already started it’s short journey before the cue of a contraction.

She badly wanted to have her hands free to soothe her tender belly and hips but grew more and more frustrated with each failed attempt at gaining access to any part of her body. She could feel the pressure build by the second as the head struggled open her small cervix. Jessica’s hips felt like they were going to break under the pressure so she brought her legs up one at a time, like bicycle kicks, to alleviate the cramp but only succeeded in tiring herself out.

Jessica opened her eyes to see Fred and Bobby at her feet with disappointed looks on their faces.

“There’s nothing here. We can’t get these off right now,” Bobby said.

Still surprisingly calm with the people that had got her into this immobile situation, Jessica said, “Can you go to the store and get lock cutters? There’s no way I’m calling an ambulance and explaining this to them.”

“Absolutely, but it’ll take at least a half hour for me to get back here,” Bobby said.

“Just go, go now. I’ll try to hold off as long as I can, but Fred you need to stay here and help me, please help me,” Jessica begged with tears in her eyes. The two men felt terrible and Bobby ran out the door to get the cutters.

Fred asked what he could do to help, realizing now his custom birth show was coming to an end and mother nature’s show was taking over.

“These contractions are getting worse, I need help pushing. Help me recline a little so I can pull my legs up when the contraction hits,” she directed.

Fred pulled at the sheet under Jessica as she scooted her butt down a bit to get into a better birthing position. As soon as Fred walked to Jessica’s side and sat down next to her, he felt her hand grab his and squeeze hard.

“Ooooowwwwwooooowoooowoooo,” Jessica wailed. “Hee...heee...huuu...heee...hee...huuuu,” then a deep breath and, “Hhhhmmmmmmffffffff.” She hadn’t had the time to explain to Fred what exactly she needed him to do so she was forced to brave this one with nothing but a hand hold. Fred noticed her face becoming overly flush the longer she fought with this contraction. He thought her head was about to pop when he felt her grip lessen and the blood leave her face.

“Huuuuuuuuuu,” Jessica let out in exhaustion. “I need you to get...on the bed...between my legs...and face me.”

“Ok,” Fred said eagerly and jumped right in front of her. “What should I do?”

“When I get contraction...pick my legs up...push them at me...don’t stop until contraction is over,” Jessica could only manage the most necessary words of speech to get her message across.

Knowing she had a second before they would have to act again, she had one more favor to ask.

“Can I have ice?” she asked.

Without questioning why, Fred ran to the freezer and put a bunch of ice in a bowl for Jessica and ran back to his original position just two feet from her blooming vulva. He was surprised to see just how much Jessica had been progressing with her labor. Her labia were protruding out quite far between her legs from the large mass that was directly behind them. Her still tightly closed pussy lips were glistening with sweat, birthing fluid, or a combination of the two while a thick fluid continued to slowly ooze out of her and run down her butthole. Fred struggled to break his attention away from Jessica’s crotch long enough to ask her what she wanted the ice for.

“My belly,” she replied. “It’s too hot...too stretched...rub it,” then she closed her eyes and put her head back.

Fred would have liked more explicit instructions but he not dare ask for any clarification now and decided thought he knew well enough what she wanted. He took some ice in his hand and started lightly caressing her hot and swollen belly. She must have really been overheated because the ice was melting like it was on hot summer asphalt. He kept replenishing his supply from the bowl until it was done and there was a giant wet spot on the bed surrounding Jessica. Once finished, Fred didn’t want to disturb Jessica, so he just started rubbing her belly with his hands, trying to soothe her soreness. He could hear her moan a little like she was dreaming about being pleased in one way or another. He took this as a good sign so he decided to gently make his way down her very steeply sloping belly, following her linea nigra. He brushed her furry patch with his knuckles then traced the hair around her labia. They were hot to the touch and seemed very tender. At this point he couldn’t see Jessica’s head over her belly but he still heard her occasionally. He continued rubbing and playing with Jessica until he felt her womb tighten up and send a shock wave over her.

“Oooowwwwww,” Jessica cried more out of disappointment than pain as she knew what was happening as well. She slid her legs up a little to cue Fred. He grabbed her calves then spread her legs very wide apart to get them around her giant belly. They worked with each other to get her legs high and wide before he started pushing back and Jessica started pushing out.

“Hoooooo...hee...hee...hee...huuuuu...ahhhhhhhhh...hoooooo...hee...hee...hee,” Jessica continued her breathing routine while Fred applied pressure to her heels. With the whole act right in front of his eyes, Fred had no choice but to commentate what was happening with Jessica’s delivery.

“Good, good, keep pushing,” he cheered Jessica on. “You’re doing great,” Fred noticed her labia starting to separate.

The update was inspiring for Jessica because once she heard what Fred had said, she dug her chin deep into her chest, causing her milk filled breasts to part around the top of her vast belly, and pushed with her butt harder than she had before.

“WHOA!” Fred shouted from Jessica’s efforts. “I think you skipped a step,” he said jokingly as she saw her go from closed to crowning in a matter of seconds.

He popped up for a moment to check on Jessica only to see her crying with pain. The large baby was unrelenting as it forced itself deeper into her birth canal. She strained even harder until she felt a blunt pressure on her pubic bone.

“Gggggaaaaahhhhh,” she finally burst out with the end of the contraction.

Fred could feel her stop pushing and carefully set her legs back down on either side of him. He brought his head up to see Jessica. She finally opened her eyes at looked at him with the saddest face.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say to her. He knew that this was not the idea of childbirth she had in mind.

Beads of sweat started dripping down Jessica’s belly and thighs while it practically poured down her face and chest. Fred swabbed her off and helped her drink some water.

“How am I doing?” she asked softly under the burn of her entrenched baby.

Fred looked down and back up and said, “Your, um...lips...are open about an inch and you’re...bulging?...out pretty far. Sorry, I don’t know all the right things to say. It looks like it’s right there but it’s definitely pretty large by the looks of it so I don’t know how easy it will be.”

“Please...rub pubic bone...the shoulder’s caught,” it was getting harder for Jessica to talk.

Fred could feel a big knot under Jessica’s skin were the baby’s shoulder was caught. There was nothing he could do to help the situation except massage the laboring mother.

It distracted her long enough to talk a little more, “It feels stuck...I think it’s too big...I need lube or I’m gonna tear.”

Fred saw her right leg move around behind him and looked to see she was pointing her toes at a bottle of birthing lube by the birthing ball. With lube in hand he asked how he needed to use it.

“You need to put it on an inch inside...huuu...huuu...and all over outside...huuu...huuuu,” her breathing picked up. “Paint me!” she finished. Fred was happy to hear some comedy in her comment.

He squirted some into his right hand and began rub the thick goop all over Jessica’s hot pussy. He started on the outside to get her used to the feeling before going in.

“UW!” Jessica yelped as Fred’s fingers wrapped around her abused labia and into her birth canal.

“Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle,” he said.

“No, it’s Ok, I need it,” she replied.


Fred finished up in time for the next contraction. He heard the handcuffs rattle on the metal bed legs as Jessica’s instincts tried to obtain her hands. She again brought her legs up and he helped finish getting them up and around her mound as her massive belly almost touched his nose. They both pushed harder and harder as Jessica’s vulva stretched open. Fred instantly saw the merits of the birthing lube as he watched the small teardrop opening quickly turn into a widening circle.

“I can see the hair!” Fred shouted. “Keep going, keep pushing!” he coached.

Jessica felt the shoulder dislodge and it sent the pressure to her vaginal opening. The lube was more crucial than ever. Fred watched two inches of head pop right out of Jessica, her skin now pulled thin around the head.

“HHHHUUUUU!” Jessica exhaled but quickly resupplied her tired lungs with air to continue her struggle. “Yyyyyyaaaaaaaaa,” she persisted.

“It looks like it’s close!” Fred screamed.

“HOW MUCH!?” Jessica asked in between thrusts.

Fred took his hands off her feet for a second to show her with his hands that the head was sticking out 4 inches. Jessica’s legs stayed locked up in the air but she still needed Fred’s help pushing so he promptly returned and shoved her legs as hard as he could. Jessica’s legs were so flexible that, even in her exceedingly gravid state, she was able to tuck them into her armpits. With both her thighs running up her ribs, Fred was hovering over her pushing harder and harder until their stomachs were touching.

“Fffffyyyyaaaaa,” Jessica screamed in Fred face as she felt a pop and a relief. “Is it out?!?!” she asked Fred.

Fred pulled himself up off Jessica and sat again in front of her birth show. He could see the baby’s whole head falling out of her wearing her now very puffy and red pussy lips around it’s neck.

“It’s out!” he cried.

“Check it’s neck, check for the cord,” she instructed.

“It’s clear,” he said.

No sooner did Fred replay that Jessica, legs locked in birthing position, began pushing again. Fred didn’t need to help her at this point, he just watched it unfold. Jessica open wider and wider with seemingly no movement of the baby as her body prepared to deliver the broad shoulders. Jessica bit down hard on her bottom lip and pushed her butt out far. Fred was impressed with the physical feat of delivering a baby with her arms tied down. Jessica definitely looked a bit awkward; arms splayed like a crucifixion, knees up to her shoulders and her vulva projecting far out from between her legs with a baby head coming out of it; all of this while her rigid tummy reached up to the ceiling two feet higher than any other part of her body. Her body was being tried to it’s limits and yet Jessica was still getting horny on delivering this unnaturally large babe.

“Huu...huu...hee….aaaaahhhhhhhhh,” Jessica gave one final push and held it. She could feel the shoulder break free from her, followed by the arms then the rest of the body fell right out onto the bed.

“It’s a girl,” exclaimed Fred. “That’s amazing, how did you do that?”

“Do what?” Jessica asked in a panic.

“It’s so big, I mean, I’m looking at how big it is and then I’m seeing where it came out of and it doesn’t add up!” he explained. “You are amazing for doing this, you know.”

“WWHHAAMMM!” the front door flew open and Bobby came running in with the lock cutters.

He didn’t bother to pay attention to what had happened in his absence and went straight for the cuffs. With two keep snips Jessica was free and able to move her arms for the first time in thirty minutes. She cried as she picked up her newborn and placed it on her chest. Her nipples were itching to release their contents and did so instantly after her little girl started suckling.

The both of them, but mostly Fred, filled Bobby in about what had happened. The two boys sat and watched the new mother feed her child. Right after Jessica was calmed down from the ordeal she felt the familiar twinge of her uterus.

“Here, quick, take her,” she said to Bobby as she handed over her new baby to him.

Jessica, now untethered, quickly jacked her legs up quickly and, unlike before, grabbed her sweaty thighs and poked her bottom almost straight up in the air.

“Hmmmmmffffff,” she stressed as she tried to push the next babe out. Another gush of amniotic fluid poured out of her as she felt the baby slide down very far. The first baby had taken an hour to get to this point so Jessica was happy to see this one going faster.

Jessica didn’t try too hard with this contraction and when it was over decided to change her tactics. Having been forced to birth her first child on her back, she now felt stifled by the position so she thought getting up would help ease her tension.

Jessica threw her arms out at the boys and without having to say anything they knew what she wanted. They helped her up slowly and pulled her heavy body to the side of the bed where they could finish helping her get on her feet. The three of them did a couple of laps around the room as Jessica supported her still cumbersome load with both hands. The birthing ball that was out looked comfortable to Jessica so she had them set her down on it to give her hips a rest. She kept rocking in her hips to not cramp as she lightly bounced on the ball trying to bring her baby down naturally.

“Hmmm,” Fred groaned watching Jessica’s breasts and belly jiggle so sensually on the ball; all moving together.

Jessica noticed what her actions had caused and decided to play off of it. She turned herself towards the ogling boys and started to bounce a little more. She rolled back a foot or so until she could use the wall behind her as a backrest. She spread her legs open and rolled her butt out to properly display her new motherly pussy.

“I guess this makes me a MILF now,” she said semi-jokingly. The guys did not respond.

Jessica fished around the TV and almost magically pulled out a little pocket rocket vibrator that she palmed in her hand. She turned it on and started rubbing her clit with it. Not even childbirth could stop her sexuality. She closed her eyes and began humming. She felt only pleasure at first but could eventually tell that her next baby was responding to her movements. The more aroused she became the more she could feel the baby grease through her used birth canal. While her firstborn had caused little more than pain, it seemed to have paved the road for an easy second delivery. Jessica felt the head, then the shoulders reopen her previously recoiled cervix, but this time it added to her pleasure instead of her pain. The orgasmic muscles she was flexing must have been the right ones for birthing because as Jessica began to reach the pinnacle of her orgasm she felt the head and body instantly fill her birth canal and her labia had unmistakingly been pulled open. She took her free hand while still vibing her clit with the other and felt the top of her second baby’s head. The sensation, the birth, the pregnancy, the labor, the pleasure all came together in one gargantuan orgasm that shook Jessica off the ball and brought her to her knees.

“Oooohhhhwwwwooooowwww,” she released.

Now in a wide kneel, using the ball as a prop, Jessica probed her vulva only to find that her baby had slid out to it’s brow and was crowning her completely. Fred and Bobby had no trouble seeing the baby’s head sticking out of Jessica and shuttered at how much pain she must have been in by being forced open by the head.

As the orgasm wore off the burning sensation set it and Jessica started to pant and yelp with distress.

“Here, you got to do the last one,” Bobby said to Fred and handed him the newborn he had been holding.

Bobby ran over to Jessica for support and to see if he could do anything to help. She just yelled and grabbed his hand as she went from a kneel to a very low squat. Her butt cheeks almost grazed the ground as she cried from the burning.

“Please, please, I can’t,” was all she could say.

“Ooooowwwwwffffff!!!!!!!” she bellowed as a contraction hit her.

She instinctually put her palms under her flowering labia and could feel the head fill her hands. With one good push she expelled the large head from her vagina. She popped up like she had springs in her feet to make she the head didn’t hit the floor. With Bobby supporting her in a medium squat, Jessica looked at the shock in Fred’s eyes.

“Pull the mirror here!” Jessica said quickly.

Fred grabbed the full length mirror and rolled it in front of Jessica. She tiredly looked into the mirror to see a giant baby head down to it’s neck between her legs. The size of it was so daunting that Jessica cried with the idea of having to birth the rest. She had Fred put some towels under her, fearing that this would have to be the spot where she would deliver.

Bobby supported Jessica’s full weight from under her armpits and just let her hang there. The contractions essentially did not stop and Jessica was getting too weak to help. Fred saw what was happening and tried to help in the only way he could think of.

“And you call yourself a breeder. Only one baby and you’re giving up!” he said.

Jessica looked at him silently and out of nowhere pushed with all her might. She looked in the mirror and saw the head starting to rotate, slightly at first, but it seemed to gain momentum and in no time and shifted enough to free it’s shoulders. Once they were out the hard part was over and the rest of the giant baby just dropped out of Jessica.

“Wwwwwoooooaaaahhhhhh,” Jessica exhaled.

She looked at the baby on the ground under her and deduced it was even bigger than that first, and it was certainly a boy.

“Should we go for triplets next time?” Bobby laughed. It was finally over.

“Huuuu,” Cynthia sighed as she grabbed the door handle. She closed her eyes briefly and walked into the office suite.

“Hello, how may I help you, ma’am?” the receptionist asked a nervous Cynthia.

“Ma’....oh, me? I’m here for the clinical trial,” she said in a mousy voice, not used to being called ma’am, as she was only a young 19 year old girl.

“Which trial? We do many here,” the lady asked.

“Uummm…” Cynthia looked down at the paper she was clenching tightly in her nervous hand. She unfurled it and read aloud, “Study in Thyroidal Development…” she was cut off from finishing the long title on the top of the paper.

“It’s right through the second door on your left, have a nice day,” she ended quickly.

The receptionist’s pleasant demeanor did nothing to quell Cynthia’s shaking body. She shuffled down the hall and into the room marked for her trial. She was surprised to see just how many people were participating in this study. It helped ease her nerves a bit to look over the crowd. She looked for an empty chair in the middle of the room and sat down quietly. Not a minute had passed before a man in a white lab coat walked in.

“Ladies and gentlemen, hello, and thank you for taking the time to participate in our study here. My name is Dr. Roberts. First we are going to go over our goal for this trial. As you already know, it is called Study in Thyroidal Development and Effects on the Endocrine System and the purpose is to find out more about thyroid problems and what we can do to fix them. For those of you that don’t know, your thyroid controls many processes in your body, however, the one we are trying to pinpoint is weight control. Now you may be looking around the room and seeing most all of you in here are rather “regular” in body size. Our study needs to examine healthily working thyroids and compare them to statistics we already have for abnormal ones. Thats basically it,” Dr. Roberts paused then moved on to the next topic.

Cynthia had to admit to herself, after hearing more about it, that it didn’t sound as scary as she once thought. She quietly pulled a notebook and a pen out of her purse to take notes about the rest of the lecture.

“So I know most people want to get to the money aspect, but first let’s go over the second most popular topic; side effects. Now, most people, when they hear thyroid problem, think of an overweight person, but thyroid problems come in all flavors, and being overweight is just one of them. You can also be underweight, have trouble sleeping, and many other symptoms, to all of which you will be susceptible. Please take a look at the sheet on the desk in front of you to see the full list. We will need you to put your initial by each and every symptom to let us know you have read through it. You will not be able to participate in this study without doing so, so please take a minute and look through these to see if you would not like to be participating with us,” the doctor paused and started gathering some other papers he had.

Cynthia, after a moment, heard some chairs squeak on the ground as five or six people left the room without saying anything. Having slowly calmed down prior, the exiting people made her feel a little uneasy again, thinking that there must have been something they read that was not good. She very quickly scanned the paper but did not find herself at odds with what she read and took a deep breath. She thought to herself, “They aren’t going to let any harm come to you, it’s just superficial,” her mantra brought her back to reality.

“Everybody still ok? Good. Now, one last thing and then we can talk about compensation. Assuming everyone is alright with all of the possible side effects we will still need a very short questionnaire filled out and turned in when you talk one on one with a study representative in the next room. When we are done here I will let you out one by one into the next room. Oh! I almost forgot, we have to be rather specific here and need the study to be comprised of exactly 30 participants. You will receive a phone call tonight to let you know if you will be included so please put down the best number to reach you.”

Cynthia now got nervous that she might not be selected for the study. She wasn’t normally so anxious about life but she needed the money.

…

Cynthia grew up a happy child but with no real strong, loving ties to her parents. She knew they loved her but were always a little bit ‘out there’. She never felt like she fit in with them, and as their only child, it was glaringly obvious. Lacking that filial relationship, it caused Cynthia to grow into a very independent young lady. Off at college now and paying for it herself, Cynthia hadn’t seen her parents in a year or so, which wasn’t uncommon as they all lived their lives separate of one another’s. Not the type to call home to say “I love you” let alone ask for money, Cynthia found herself in a hard place when she needed money to study abroad next year. Already working a job and going to school full time, she would never be able to save up enough for even a plane ticket, not to mention tuition. She was smart to be taking action this early when she could actually do something about it and this study was of double benefit to her. It was loosely associated with her school so while she would have to take the next semester off to fully perform in the trial, she would earn 8 units plus the money and be able to work more at her job. All she had to do was keep a journal of any changes she saw in herself during the trial and turn it in at the end for credit. It was win-win as far as she was concerned, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be scary or hard.

…
“So the way we compensate here is in a tier system. Being selected after today means that you will be Tier 1. Lasting through Summer until Fall semester starts earns you Tier 2. And finally, Tier 3, lasting through Winter break up to the start of Spring semester. Now you may be asking yourself, why wouldn’t I stay the whole time and get all of the money. The short and quick answer is you mean not be able to handle it. We do not know exactly what effects you may have and you might not want to deal with them. It is your option to quit at any time and you will be paid up to the tier you completed. Tier 1 is $500, Tier 2 is an additional $1000, and Tier 3 is another $2000, so if you complete the whole study, you will earn $3,500. There is one caveat, you are not the only one who can take you out of this study. We have rigid guidelines to follow and if you do not follow them or cannot follow them we will remove you from the program, of course getting paid what you earned. What I mean by this is if you do not do your journal, if you take other conflicting drugs during the program, if you do not show up for scheduled exams, etc., we can not get accurate data and therefore your collaboration with us will be ended. Any questions? Good, now I’ll release you in alphabetical order into the next room for you to have your one on one with the representative, the rest of you can fill out the questionnaire while you wait,” Dr. Roberts finished and the room went silent after he called the first name.

Cynthia looked at the few questions on the paper, they were true/false questions but the last one was a short answer, “Why do you want to take this study?” She didn’t have to think, she quickly wrote down “Money” and waited for her named to be called.

“Smith, Cynthia!” Dr. Roberts shouted.

She stood up and hurried into the room beyond the one she was in as the doctor stared at her. Once in, she handed the paper to the representative and sat down. She asked Cynthia only a few questions that weren’t far off from the ones she answered minutes ago on paper. As soon as she was in, she was out and on her way home.

The whole walk home she hoped she had answered everything satisfactorily enough to be chosen. Meanwhile the workers at the clinic went over all the questionnaires and compared them with the brief notes they took about each person.

“Sanders, Patrick...he’s a keeper. Smith, Cynthia...definitely not, she said she was doing it for the money, you know we cannot have people for that reason. Taylor, Kim...keeper…,” the doctors continued through the list until they had their 30 patients, none of whom were Cynthia.

The representatives were a 3rd party organization that helped study trials get the right participants. Once they picked the 30 people their job was done and now it was just a few lab technicians that would be administering the drugs, or the placebos, meeting with the individuals, and going over journal entries.

“Here,” one of the representatives said to Dr. Roberts as she handed him the stack of questionnaires, “You’re the lucky one that gets to call everyone and let them know if they made the cut or not.”

It was all coming together for Dr. Roberts, who had a study of his own that he wanted to carry out in secrecy. Dr. Roberts worked with the school and as every doctor or professor knows, the money is in research. While this study was important, it was not as lucrative as others he was interested in. “Fertility is where the money is,” Dr. Roberts always told himself. He had seen so many of his colleagues come to success in the field of fertility but he himself could not catch a break.

“Let me see…,” he said out loud to himself as he flipped through the 40+ surveys. He narrowed his selection down to the 12 people that would not be chosen for the thyroid testing. He needed a nice, young, “pure” woman. Half were men, two women had already had children, and two were in their thirties. That left two from which to choose. He shuffled around his desk for some other papers that gave more detailed information about the candidates’ physiques.

“Patti, 22, unmarried, no previous pregnancies, 5 foot 6 inches, 132 pounds, athletic body type...hmmmm. Cynthia, 19, unmarried, no previous pregnancies, 5 foot 2 inches, 102 pounds, petite build…,” the doctor thought out loud to himself.

“Let’s start with the smaller one and see just how big we can get her. Cynthia, it’s your lucky day,” Dr. Roberts decided.

…

Later that night after she had finished up with dinner, Cynthia heard her phone vibrate on the table.

“Hello?” she spoke into the phone.

“Yes, hello, is this Cynthia Smith?” the voice said.

“Speaking,” she replied.

“Good, this is Dr. Roberts from the thyroid study you attended this afternoon,” he said.

“Oh, hello,” she said nervously, not wanting to be cut from the program.

“Well, I have some good news for you, you made it into the study,” he could hear her yelp with joy.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, Dr. Roberts, I needed this!” she screamed into the phone.

“Ok, ok, so we’ll need you to come in tomorrow so we can set everything up and have you sign the official paper work. How does 2:00pm at my office sound?” he asked.

“Great! I’ll see you then,” and with that, Cynthia hung up the phone. She was so happy to have gotten into the study. Her life was coming together well, and she was already excited about being able to study abroad next year.

Dr. Roberts was also very happy but for drastically different reasons. He knew this study would be the perfect disguise for his true scheme. It was already planned out. Excited and unable to sleep he stayed up late writing about his arrangement until he fell asleep at his desk with the word document still open on his computer screen:

The subject (Cynthia) will be under the impression that she is in a thyroid study trial.
I will have her meet me at my office instead of the laboratory unlike the participants
who actually made it into the trial. There I will administer the drugs and be her contact
for the whole process as well as go over her journal and any concerns she will most
definitely have over the months. The false thyroid medicine side effects will hide any
correlations to the real conditions changing in her body. I will also be experimenting
with some new medicines I have a formula that should help the process as well as
hide it. Her lack of menstruation from the pregnancy can be chalked up to side effects
and even some of the weight gain too. The fact that the weight gain will only be in her
belly will be a harder challenge. It is imperative that she carry full term so she must
make it far enough that she is ineligible for an abortion. More importantly, though, if
she were to find out, she would just leave and not participate, so I must hide the
pregnancy from her until the very end. Hopefully this is where my new finding will be
indispensable. She will be receiving delayed fetal development drugs. If my data is
close to correct than I expect to see about half the growth rate until the last month
when it all catches up and she’ll experience pregnancy months 5 through 9 in a short
4 weeks. This could realistically be sustained without her knowledge until about 14-10
days before she delivers. Again we face the problem of her leaving when she finds
out so more measures must be taken. Once she finds out I will remind her of the fact
that she is not really in the trial and therefore will not be paid and receive no school
credits. While I cannot help with the school credits, I can appeal to her financial side.
I will double the payment she would have received if she stays with me for the duration
of the pregnancy. It is vital that she have 24 hour watch until she delivers.

The next day Cynthia showed up to Dr. Roberts office as planned. He her sign the paperwork from the real trial to make it look official. He discussed at length the side effects but only focussed on the ones that would relate to pregnancy like weight gain and lack of a menstrual cycle to the point where Cynthia was practically waiting for these changes to surely happen. He handed her a journal and explained how she needed to write in it everyday even if there was nothing noticeable happening because sometimes the doctors can pick up on patterns that others cannot. She seemed fine with everything and rather eager to start the whole process. He next explained the drug procedure to Cynthia.

“Since these are experimental drugs and not from a pharmaceutical company they are hand-filled capsules. We only give you a weeks worth of pills at a time for safety concerns and to make sure they are being taken we’ll need to do a weekly urine test to test the level in your body. You just need to take one in the morning after breakfast and that is it. Any questions?” he asked.

“Um, no, I don’t think so,” Cynthia responded.

“Oh, one last thing before I forget, or maybe two things. First, we need you to refrain from sexual activity for two weeks, after that, have at it. And secondly, next week when you come back in we’ll need to do a very cursory exam, hardly even a physical, should be out in a few minutes. Does that all sound ok?” he asked.

“Ha, yeah, sex shouldn’t be a problem, I don’t have any time to see anyone anyhow. I guess I’ll see you a week from today,” she ended.

“Ok, see you then,” and Cynthia left the office.

…

The first week went by quickly and without anything noteworthy. Cynthia did not know, but the pills she had been taking everyday where a cocktail of a few different drugs. Dr. Roberts needed to act fast to impregnate Cynthia in order for the timing to be correct so part of the concoction was actively resetting her ovulation cycle over the course of the week. She would be ovulating the day after she saw Dr. Roberts next week, exactly what he needed. Another part of the medicine was elevating her fertility. Not only would she be ovulating in a weeks time but she would be terribly susceptible to getting pregnant. Cynthia, under the influence of the drugs, would syphon extra proteins from her body helping the sperm last longer inside her as well as giving her uterus an extremely nutrient rich coating that no fertilized egg could deny implantation. A foreseeable problem would be keeping the sperm inside of her. Not a challenge for a women actively trying to get pregnant, who could just keep themselves inverted, there was no way Dr. Roberts could have her perform anything odd like that. The final part of the drug mix was a mucus thickener. A week of the medicine and Cynthia’s vaginal canal leading up to her cervix should be full of thick, sticky fluid, helping the sperm stay in.

“Hi Doc,” Cynthia said affectionately.

“Hey there, Cynthia, has it been a week already? How are you feeling?” he said.

“Fine! No complaints here,” she responded quickly.

“Good, good. Here are the next weeks supply of pills. Now, I mentioned to you last week the short exam we would need to today, didn’t I? Well, it’s not even really an exam, it more like, uh, a self administered Pap smear,” he clarified.

“Oh, is that it?” she surprisingly asked.

“Yep, and it’s even easier than you think. Let me show you,” he said as he pulled out a piece of plastic and another identical one sealed in sterile plastic wrap. “So, you just insert this end in as far as is comfortable for you and twist the bottom part here like raising your lipstick out of it’s sheath. This will open up to expose the fibrous head to collect your fluids. Once opened, leave it in for a good 15 seconds then twist it close and take it out and put the whole thing back in the plastic wrap. It’s that easy,” the doctor explained.

“Can do,” Cynthia said.

“Leave your journal and I’ll photocopy it while you’re in the bathroom, and there is a cup in there for a urine sample if you don’t mind,” he said, handing her the sealed plastic test stick. Dr. Roberts copied her journal pages and Cynthia was out of the bathroom in no time at all.

“All good?” he asked her.

“Easy. Anything else?” she asked.

“Nope, don’t forget your pills, and I’ll see you next week,” he said with a smile as Cynthia scooted out of his office.

Later that night Dr. Roberts continued writing on his computer:

Cynthia came in today as planned. I tested her urine after she left and she has clearly
been taking the pills as directed. All I can do is hope they worked. I made her
impregnate herself today with a fake “self administered Pap smear”. It is an ingenious
design. The closed head holds the sperm and when the bottom is twisted the sperm is
pushed out with enough force to act as an aerosol bomb, effectively coating every part of her cervix. I examined the stick after she left and it seems to have worked well, with no
signs of residual sperm left. She said nothing about it. The pills I gave her for this
week were a little different in that they only contained the fertility booster as the other
components were no longer needed. The sperm I procured was from the cryo-lab. It
was a random sample from a healthy male. No more news until next week.

…

“Another week down,” Dr. Roberts said as Cynthia walked into his office. “Ok, so this and all subsequent visits should be rather quick unless you have any concerns, which I encourage you to talk to me about for safety reasons,” he explained. “I know I have your journal entries, but its better to read a person than it is to read a piece of paper.”

“Well, I know you said to document everything little thing, whether I’ve experienced it outside of this trial or not, so there were a couple things. I’m sure I’ll be having my period soon as I was hit with period symptoms a little harder than usual,” she said.

“Explain,” he added.

“Well I had soreness and tenderness in all the right places and my uterus was a little achy, nothing crazy, but I usually don’t have all the symptoms acting up in full force together. But that was basically it as far as things happening to my body this week,” she finished.

“Well, good, it sounds like it wasn’t unbearable. The only thing I need from you is a urine sample and you’re done,” Dr. Roberts finished.

…

As I write this, I’m staring at a positive pregnancy test. Cynthia is pregnant. I’m glad it
worked but I’m almost surprised it was this easy. She is going along with everything
so cheerfully I almost feel bad, but it’s for science and sometimes there are casualties.
Her new pills are now the delayed fetal development drug. Ideally, with restricted growth,
Cynthia shouldn’t notice anything for quite a long time. There is really nothing to do
now except to keep checking to make sure she is still pregnant and hasn’t miscarried.

…

At two months pregnant, Cynthia had her regularly scheduled meeting.

“Oooffff,” Cynthia plopped herself down into the office chair facing Dr. Roberts.

“And how are we this week?” he asked.

“Good, for the most part. I seem to have misplaced my...period...haha, or maybe two,” Cynthia laughed.

“Oh, well, as I said, that is a known side effect. I wouldn’t worry much about it and might even welcome it. As you know, many different natural circumstances can lead to a lack of a menstrual cycle. Some girls appreciate not having to tend to that need. How are you taking it?” he asked.

“Good I guess. Physically, it’s like what you said, it’s nice, but mentally, well, I guess I’m just a worrier. I just don’t want anything to be wrong with me, something irreparable,” she said with some nerves in her voice.

“I can definitely sympathize with that fact. Maybe I can ease your fears if you don’t mind giving me a vial of your blood. I can run more in depth tests to check to make sure we’re all ok. How does that sound?” he asked.

“I think that would be great,” Cynthia said with a smile on her face. Never again did Cynthia worry about anything happening with her body.

...

The months rolled on as Dr. Roberts and Cynthia met weekly in his office. Every urine test came back positive for pregnancy for long enough that he needn’t continue checking. Cynthia’s meetings and journal entries gave no alarms about anything negative happening and surely didn’t hint to any knowledge of being pregnant other than not having her period but Dr. Roberts already stifled that idea.

“Hey Doc,” Cynthia said affectionately. She was starting to view Dr. Roberts as a friend.

“Hi there, Cynthia,” he responded.

“So, what are we at, 6 months in?” she asked.

“Yes, that is correct,” he answered. He peered over his desk to sneak a peek at Cynthia’s belly. She was wearing a tight tank top and it showed nothing of a pregnant woman, let alone a 6 month pregnant woman. She could have been mistaken for someone who ate a little too much for lunch and nothing more.

“So there are some more minor changes I’m noticing. My breasts are, well, growing. I feel like I’m pregnant,” she deduced.

Dr. Roberts felt a panic come over him as he started to ramble on about side effects and all the usual things he had told Cynthia a hundred times before. But before he could put something coherent together he was interrupted by Cynthia.

“...But god knows that’s not possible,” she said with a smirk on her face, letting Dr. Roberts know implicitly that she had not being having any sex. He was relieved.

“Do you mind, since we are about two thirds of the way done, if I give you a short physical, closes on, it’ll just be a moment?” he asked Cynthia.

“Sure,” she said as she hopped onto the folding table behind her.

“I just want to check out a few things; lymph nodes, organs, et cetera,” he explained as Cynthia nodded.

He started feeling different parts of her body as a cover because he just needed to feel her belly without drawing any attention to the action. He probed around her belly button and the surrounding area until he felt a harder pocket above her pubic bone. He had found the fetus growing inside Cynthia. He figured it felt like the size of a three month old, about half the progress it should have been at in a real pregnancy, and right on target with what he expected from Cynthia. It was too small to notice if you didn’t know what you were looking for so he was confident that it would still be unknown to her.

“Find anything good?” Cynthia asked.

“Oh, no, just checking your organs. I think they’re all there,” he said jokingly.

…

Two more months passed by without a hitch, putting Cynthia at 8 months pregnant and counting. Dr. Roberts was now getting nervous about the efficacy of his prototype drug. If the drug failed, she would balloon up quickly from her pregnancy making up for lost ground. The situation had to be handled with the utmost delicacy to ensure Dr. Roberts got what he needed from Cynthia. He was both eager and anxious for their next appointment.

“Hi, Cynthia, good to see you,” he said cheerfully as he caught a glimpse of Cynthia’s paunch. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh good,” she said in a rather depressed way.

“What’s wrong?” Dr. Roberts asked.

“I know these are the side effects, and I know I had ample warning, but it doesn’t man I have to be happy about it,” she continued.

“What is it?” he was curious.

“This!” she said as she grabbed and squished her tummy. “I’ve always been so good with my weight and now I have a chubby stomach, and my boobs aren’t being spared either, my lower back is killing me, I don’t fit into anything, and my appetite is insatiable. I’m sorry, I’m just venting,” she complained.

“No, no, no, that’s the whole point of these meeting; to make sure you are ok mentally and physically. Please, feel free to tell me anything,” he consoled Cynthia.

“That’s kinda it, but it’s a big thing for me,” she said.

“Well, I can understand that fully. Nobody likes to see their body change in unwanted ways,” he tried to calm her but she was tearing up. “I’ve done studies like this before and nine times out of ten the patient always returns to their original weight. It’s important for this trial that you listen to your body and do what it is asking. Don’t worry about the weight.”

“I just thought this would all be worth it for the money and I just don’t know now,” she cried.

“You are aware of the payment schedule and if you can just hang on a few more weeks you’ll see a lot more money coming your way,” Dr. Roberts stated.

“I know, I know, I’m not stopping...I just need a damn therapist, christ!” she finally cracked a smile.

“Are we feeling a little better now?” he asked Cynthia.

“Yeah, I’m ok,” she sighed.

“Here, these are your weekly pills,” he said, handing her another pill bottle.

After she left, Dr. Roberts wrote more about the progress:

Cynthia is becoming a little unraveled the more I see her. She is worried about the
weight gain but still doesn’t seem to suspect anything. I started giving her the
placebos this week. Her body should take over and start flowering rapidly,
approximately 5 days for every one that passes, about a month of pregnancy per
week. I can imagine her appetite will be voracious for her baby to get the needed
calories in time and her organs will be put to the test as they are forced in all directions
around her growing womb. Her belly will swell to a great proportion at rates she could possibly even notice overnight. I’m calculating that by the next time I see her she’ll measure up to a normal 5 months pregnant woman. There could be a need to tell her earlier than expected, I’ll have to see how much she grows by next week.

The week went by nervously for Dr. Roberts as all he could think of was Cynthia’s pregnancy and how she might be reacting to it.

**knock-knock** Dr. Roberts heard on his office door.

“Come in,” he said. The door crept open as he saw Cynthia slowly scoot into the office with a noticeably pregnant belly.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me about this?” she said as she clasped her hands under her protruding tummy.

“Uhhh,” Dr. Roberts began to stutter as he didn’t know what he could possibly say that wouldn’t make him look stupid but he was cut off before he had to answer.

“I’m pregnant!” Cynthia declared. Dr. Roberts tacitly acknowledged. “I pissed on a whole box of pregnancy tests. I’m definitely pregnant.” Dr. Roberts was still silent. “And do you wanna know the best part? I haven’t had sex in like a year. And for some reason I didn’t look this big last week. How can this be?”

“Well,” Dr. Roberts started.

“All I can think about is this stupid trial. What’s happening to me?” she asked.

“Cynthia, I’m sorry you’re distraught. Please, take a deep breath and try to calm yourself,” he could tell she hadn’t been able to discuss this with anyone else yet. He decided there was only one to handle this situation.

“Will you let me watch over you until you deliver your baby for $7,000?” he proposed.

“Uhhhhh,” Cynthia wasn’t sure how the conversation had turned in this direction. “What do you mean?” she asked as she lowered herself into one of the desk chairs.

“I know you need the money,” he goaded.

“What is this? Why?” she asked.

“It looks like you’re too far along for an abortion, might as well get paid for it,” he added.

Without thinking of ulterior motives, she looked down at her ever growing midsection and thought about what $7,000 could do for her.

“Ok,” she said quickly, thinking he might change his mind. “But what’s going on here? How was I not pregnant last month and now I’m look 7 months pregnant?” she asked rather rhetorically.

“Actually, it’s more like over 8 months pregnant, but you’re only showing at about 5 months,” he clarified, knowing he would need to explain it to her now.

“How do you know?” she asked with a very puzzled look on her face.

“I think I can explain, but let me remind you, I need you to stay seated in this chair while I talk and I promise if you do that, I’ll give you $7,000,” he said.

“Ok?!” said Cynthia confusingly while rubbing her unborn child’s rounded nest.

“Cynthia, you are not participating in the thyroid trial. You never were. You are involuntarily participating in a type of fertility study,” he could tell Cynthia was too confused to be angered at this news. “I know you are over 8 months pregnant because I was there when your eggs were fertilized. That Pap smear you gave yourself wasn’t a Pap smear, it was an impregnation tool that coated your cervix with sperm. The pills you were taking up to that point were a mixture of things but were essentially fertility drugs to guarantee your impregnation. Now, you may be looking at your belly and thinking ‘I don’t look 8 months pregnant’ and that is the heart of this study. After you conceived, I started you on an experimental drug that would slow down the development of your fetus by half until the last month, or rather, this month, when you will experience the last half of your pregnancy in 4 weeks time. So, that is why you have seemingly grown overnight. You’re showing at just over 5 months pregnant this week and by Friday, you should look a full 6 months along,” he ended, expecting a great rage to come from Cynthia but all he saw were tears raining down onto her unwanted pregnant bulge.

“How could you do this to me,” she sobbed. “It’s unethical.”

“Cynthia, please let me point something out. You wanted into the study to make money, you’ll make even more now. And you were worried about the side effects of the thyroid medicine, there are none for you, just pregnancy. Your body will be unharmed in any way,” he explained.

“What about the side effects of the drugs you ARE giving me?” she asked nervously.

“Well, the good thing about them is that they either work or they are inert and have no effect on you whatsoever. And clearly they are working so that means only the baby is getting altered by them. You have nothing to worry about there,” he tried to reassure Cynthia.

Cynthia was surprised at her own reaction to the news. Dr. Roberts’ words had actually made her feel better about being tricked and used even though he was the one that had tricked and used her. Maybe it was her hormones or maybe it was her natural capacity to remain calm in most situations but either way, Cynthia was taking it well.

Knowing that she could get mad and have nothing to show for it and still have to birth a baby or do what Dr. Roberts was proposing, it was an easy decision but that didn’t mean it would be an easy process.

“So what now?” Cynthia asked begrudgingly.
“With your cooperation, things are going to be a lot easier. I will need you to stay with me for the rest of your pregnancy so I can monitor you in these most developing times. You will surely be needy and even with regular pregnancies there are always risks and potential problems, so it would make me feel much better if there was someone to watch you. Is that going to be a problem with your current living situation or your job?” he asked.

“No, not if you throw in a month of my rent on top, I don’t think we’ll have a problem,” Cynthia said. “But for work I’ll need something more,” she added.

“Like what exactly?” he asked.

“It seems you are not above lying so I’ll need a good doctor’s note for work so I don’t get fired, and I need to tell them today before I get any bigger and they discover I’m pregnant. Any ideas?” she asked.

Dr. Roberts began looking around his office for some inspiration until he landed his eye upon a cast and said, “What if we put a fake cast on you and tell them you broke your arm? The healing time should coincide rather well with your delivery date.

Cynthia began thinking of ways that would not work, but couldn’t come up with anything. “I think that just might work,” she said.

“Great! And of course you won’t have any responsibilities, you’ll have all the food you can eat, and free range of the house while I’m gone,” he explained.

This was sounding better and better to Cynthia with each thing he said to her in hopes of winning her permission.

“I guess it’s a deal,” she said, almost smiling.

Dr. Roberts put on the fake arm cast and also wrote a note about how Cynthia couldn't work. She went right down to her job and explained to them that she couldn’t work because of her arm and hoped that her job would still be waiting for her in a months time. They said they would and Cynthia headed home to pack up her necessities.

“HONK! HONK!” Cynthia heard from the driveway. Dr. Roberts was ready to drive them to his house where she would be confined for the next month. They drove for only a few minutes before arriving at his home where he helped Cynthia get her things and set her up in his spare bedroom.

Since Cynthia was so willing to go along with Dr. Robert he thought it best to explain some more of this process to her. They went out to the front room and sat down on the couch to talk when Cynthia’s stomach let out a powerful grumble that even the doctor could not mistake.

“Are you hungry?” he asked sarcastically, already knowing the answer.

“Starving,” she replied.

“I was just about to tell you about food intake, but I suppose I can talk while you eat,” he laughed.

He quickly threw together a sandwich and sat back down next to Cynthia. She was half way done with it by the time he got his concentration back.

“So as you may have noticed, your appetite is growing rapidly. Your baby has a lot of missed calories and protein to make up in a short amount of time. Most pregnant mothers see an increase in appetite that gradually grows throughout the pregnancy but yours will be rather insatiable from now on. You need to be eating big meals every two or three hours or more frequently if needed, but I don’t think I’ll have to persuade you into doing that,” he said as Cynthia finished up the last of the sandwich.

“Got anything else?’ she asked smiling.

“Please, help yourself,” he said as she walked into the kitchen.

“All that extra food will mean two things. Extra pounds and extra growth. It’s easy for a body to put on weight, and for a normal pregnancy, it’s easy for a belly to grow slowly over the course, but for you, your skin will be stretching much faster and there can be some discomfort. I suggest using a moisturizer to help your skin stay supple. Most women do so everyday after showering, but I would say a few times a day in your case, or whenever you feel itchy. Now, those aren’t my rules, just some helpful information for you,” he explained.

“So what DO you require,” she asked.

“Not much. I just want to make sure everything is healthy. I will want to take measurements everyday and that’s about it. Weight, fundal height, circumference, heartbeat. Nothing more than what you’d do at a prenatal visit,” he said.

“I can be ok with that,” Cynthia said, stuffing her face in the fridge.

“So whenever you are done feeding your baby, I’d like to get some measurements now before you start ballooning up,” he said laughing.

Cynthia finished eating and returned to the front room. Dr. Roberts left to get his folding table from his office.

“Ok, lie down and just lift up your shirt,” he said. Cynthia did as instructed. He poked and prodded her belly for a moment and dictated his findings as he found them. “Fundal height is 26cm...heartbeat sounds healthy...everything feels right. Now, I already have your pre-pregnancy weight at 102 lbs. but do you know what your waist size was when you first came to the clinic?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was 24”. It hadn’t changed in years,” she said confidently.

“Good. So why don’t you step on the scale. Ok, so you’ve gained about 12 lbs. which is quite normal for 5 months along. Now, arms up. And you’re measuring just over 34 inches around your widest point, also good,” he reported.

“10 inches, I’ve gained 10 inches around my waist? Jesus!” she said looking down at her belly.

“I hate to break it to you but things are only going to get bigger, faster,” he said. “You’ll probably get another 20 inches before it’s all said and done and maybe another 5 lbs. a week too, but there can be fluctuations in those numbers,” he said.

“Christ! What did you do to me? I’m going to be huge! I’m not that big to start! Is that even possible,” she seriously asked.

“You would be surprised to see just how accommodating the female body can be,” Dr. Roberts said with a grin as he ogled Cynthia’s tummy up close.

…

Day after day, Cynthia engorged herself on all the available food in the house while she did little more than watch TV and use the bathroom. There were hardly enough hours in the day for her to get ample food for her rapidly growing baby and expanding belly. After a couple of midnight snacks, Cynthia started to leave out a spread of goodies by her bed so she didn’t have to walk to the kitchen in the dark.

Cynthia didn’t pay much attention to the fact that she was pregnant and focused more on her life after all of this was over, until one day. She was watching TV on the couch, as was her routine, when she felt something flutter. She muted the TV and lifted her knees up to force her belly out a little more and placed her palms on either side of her belly button. As she stared intently down at her bulging womb she felt it again, not just from within but her hands felt it too.

“Aaahhhh,” she let out as if she had seen a cute puppy but began to cry as she held her womb in her hands.

She felt another kick and another and with each began sobbing more and more until she was a blubbering mess. Cynthia couldn’t help but to feel emotional, her hormones were off the charts as her body was hit with an above average dose everyday. She stayed curled over herself for a moment until she felt something a little more unmistakable- hunger. She wiped her face and paced to the kitchen, realizing now, for the first time, that she was quickly making the change from a normal gait to a pregnant waddle. More sniffling ensued from the realization. Under un-hormonal circumstances Cynthia would have been able to handle this easily, but with pregnancy, it was a package deal.

…

“Time for your measurements,” said the doctor to his gravid test subject.

“Huu-kay,” Cynthia sighed as she scooted her butt to the end of the couch and rocked herself forward to pop up to her feet. “So where am I at in terms of pregnancy progress?” she asked.

“So, your fundal height is 34 cm which roughly corresponds to your gestational week, so somewhere between 7 and 8 months pregnant if I had to guess. It seems like you’re carrying a little big for your time, but we won’t know for sure until you deliver and I can back-reference this data. But for now, I’ll finish up with the rest. Looks like you’re at 123 lbs., good, and now the belly!” he said, excited to see what the growth was.

“43 inches! Oh no,” Cynthia said. “I’m never gonna stop growing am I?” she said rhetorically as she rubbed her protruding midsection.

“Don’t be sad, it’s a beautiful thing, and young mothers always snap right back to their old figure in no time, granted you are a little larger than I would have expected, I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he said as he coiled up his tape measure.

...

Cynthia lay on her back staring at the popcorn ceiling above. Her hands mindlessly polished her tight, swollen belly with lotion as she day dreamed of her child and the impending birth. She pumped more and more of the creamy solution into her palms as she neared her widening hips. Her taut skin needed to be moisturized as much as Cynthia could stand applying it so Dr. Roberts had to get a Costco-sized bottle just to last her through the pregnancy.

“It feels like rubber,” Cynthia said about her skin to Dr. Roberts after a lengthy lotion application.

“Better rubber than sandpaper!” he said smiling. “You’ll be glad you kept up with it,” he added.

“I’m not really glad about any of this,” she said with a frown on her face. “Are you sure there’s only one in here?” she asked while picking up her stomach with her arms.

“Believe it or not, you’d be a lot bigger if you had two in there,” he explained. “Now, you do look rather...large...if I may say, but still within the normal range for a healthy pregnancy, the high end, but still within.”

Cynthia’s swiftly burgeoning belly broke the 50 inch circumference mark and never looked back as she blew through her second to last week of gestation. All her numbers showed no problems but her body was having a hard time keeping up with the constant changes. She had to take daily baths to help soothe her joints.

…

She slowly lowered herself into the steamy hot water in the tub. She underestimated the amount of water her large stomach would displace in the bath and the waterline almost went over the top as she fully lay down. She wiggled around a bit to get comfortable before closing her eyes and letting the warm water work it’s magic. She rubbed mostly her hips but moved around her mound to work her skin that was pulled as tight as a drum. The top half stayed protruding out of the water like a giant iceberg so she frequently used a cup to pour water over it to warm it back up. She watched as it ran off all directions from the apex of her womb back down to the water below. Her hands disappeared behind her bulge when she worked the area under her belly button as if she had a knot in her muscle. Her hands kept sliding off of her tight slippery belly, making it a laborious chore just to comfort herself. She responded with a little pout but remembered there was only one more week to be subjected to this treatment, then she’d be free from her current body.

She arose out of the bath and grabbed a couple large towels that did their best to cover less than half of her dripping body. She wiped the minimal steam off the mirror and checked herself out in it. All of the new curves looked foreign to her and how her body had developed amazed her. “Is this really me?” she thought to herself. She wiped more water off of her belly and a larger amount that was collecting in her pubic scruff. She found it hard to reach certain parts of her gravid body that previously had caused her no trouble. For fear up tipping over, her legs would have to air dry themselves. She wrapped her hair in one of the towels and used the other like a backwards cape figuring if she passed Dr. Roberts in the hallway she could scoot into her room before he saw her bare backside.

As she walked, it looked as if she were smuggling a large hamper of clothes rather than her abundant womb under the towel. She went unmet in the hallway and upon entering her room let her towel fall to her feet. Getting dressed was actually easier for Cynthia now that she was heavily pregnant for the fact that there was only a few things into which she could fit. She kicked away the towel at her feet and grabbed some underwear out of her bag followed by a pair of sweats. Cynthia had nothing from her closet to cover her top half up like she could with sweats, albeit sagging, so Dr. Roberts had went out and bought her a large men’s flannel shirt that she had been wearing for the past week. Even this garment could not envelop her massive belly after a few days. Skipping the first two holes, she could just contain her bust under the third button before her projecting belly made it impossible to continue down the shirt. The two undone flaps of shirt parted wide around the sides of her maternal orb and looked like theater drapes being drawn. Seeing Cynthia’s fertile tummy swell out of her clothes made Dr. Roberts feel eerily satisfied that she was proud to show it off, even if just around the house.

Cynthia finished her last full week of pregnancy beautifully. Her size had finally caught up with that of a naturally progressing pregnancy, as she had actually been pregnant just as long. The birth could now come at any time and Dr. Roberts prepared for it. He took off work for the week and was pretty confident that Cynthia would deliver soon. He set up a room in his house to resemble a crude maternity room with all the amenities he could think of for Cynthia.

“Are we out of ice cream?” Cynthia asked Dr. Roberts from the couch she was planted on.

“Uhhh…,” he stalled for a second, but then came into the front room where Cynthia was to talk to her.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” she said to her host.

“Can we take some measurements? It’ll be the last ones before you deliver, I promise,” he said with some worriment in his voice.

“Sure,” Cynthia said, with some reluctance from his tone.

“Ok, just over 145 lbs…,” he was interrupted.

“A HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE!” she practically yelled in his ear. “You gotta be kidding me!”

“Ha, yeah, sorry, as they say, the scale doesn’t lie. But I would have to agree that it’s above average. I don’t mean to tell you your business, especially after deceiving you as I have, but seeing you this way and the ice cream, I just had to say something,” she explained.

“Seeing me what way?” she asked, knowing there was no good answer to come.

“Well, I know you didn’t ask for this pregnancy, and so most willing mothers would probably handle themselves differently than you are for your pregnancy, but you are quickly falling off the charts,” he continued.

“Charts for what? Just come out with it,” Cynthia demanded.

“You’re getting too big!” he exclaimed. “I’m just worried that the delivery could be hard on you with a fattened up baby.”

Cynthia began to do what she had mostly done in her life lately, she cried.

“Now, now, it’s ok Cyn,” he tried to console her. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just want you to know that this can be a serious thing and shouldn’t be taken lightly.”

“Well what can I do about it now? I’m gonna hafta push this kid out any second!” she cried.
Dr. Roberts felt terrible, as he knew deep down he should have said something earlier but the situation was tricky for him. “Before we get all agitated, let’s just finish the measurements and see where we are at and deal with that instead of playing with hypotheticals,” and with that Dr. Roberts helped Cynthia off the scale.

Cynthia, still retaining her sense of humor said, “This shirt you got me is nice because I don’t even have to take it off for you to measure me anymore,” in reference to her constantly exposed prenatal incubator. Cynthia picked her arms up and wrestled with her full breasts for some real estate on top of her ever-growing tummy.

“Don’t stick out your belly, I want an accurate reading,” he muttered.

“Huh,” she exclaimed, both startled and defeated, “I was trying to suck it in!”

“Well that doesn’t help either!” he retorted.

“So you’re telling me it’s even bigger than when you thought I was making it jokingly big?” she asked rhetorically.

“Fifty...five. 55 inches. Yes, it appears so,” the doctor gave his unwanted answer sarcastically.

Cynthia begrudgingly climbed onto the patient table for Dr. Roberts to acquire his last piece of datum.

“Wow,” Dr. Roberts let slip from his mouth.

“Is everything ok?” a worried Cynthia asked.

“Yeah, sorry, you’re just very...ripe,” he stumbled over his words.

“Excuse me?!” Cynthia wanted to clarify the meaning of his comment.

“Uh, um, your belly, it’s, you’re overdue. You’re fully ripened!” he was happy to report.

“Overdue?” she questioned, while also feeling uneasy by the way Dr. Roberts decided to phrase his finding.

“There’s only one way to know for sure,” he supplied.

“Yeah, anything, let’s do it,” Cynthia was eager and needed to know for sure.

“I guess we’re going to get rather familiar here pretty soon and I am a doctor so, yeah, I can check and see if you’ve started dilating. It’s fairly common for women to already be up to a few centimeters dilated by the time they go into labor. Now, if you’re not dilated, it doesn’t mean you’re not done cooking that baby, but if you are dilated, we’ll know for sure,” he explained.

He looked over to Cynthia to get a read on what she felt about the option and saw her squirming her butt in the air to slide her sweats off as she stayed on her back. Eager to get an estimated time arrival of her birth, her legs worked fiercely to get the pants the rest of the way off. Amazed at her determination, the doctor stood there frozen as he realized her lack of underwear. Cynthia rolled her head to the left, away from her onlooker and grabbed something off of the desk that was just within reach. Her head rolled back the other way to make eye contact with Dr. Roberts and she handed him a box of latex gloves. Coinsidently coordinated, as Dr. Roberts reached to take the box from her hands, Cynthia picked up her knees so that they were pointing to the ceiling before spreading her legs wide open. He looked at the immensely pregnant girl, who he had forced into surrogacy, seventy five percent naked in front of him and all he could do was snap on his gloves and approach her between her spread open legs.

She grabbed just above her buttocks behind her thighs as Dr. Roberts tried his quickest to check her cervix for dilation. Cynthia saw Dr. Roberts’ face light up and she knew it was good news.

“I’m ready? I’m dilated?” she asked.

“Yep! About 2 cm,” he said.

“So what does that mean?” she asked.

“Well, it just means when your uterus starts getting contractions, your cervix will already be ready for it’s part in the birthing process,” he explained. “It’s a good sign that everything is working and that you could go into labor at any time, really. Right now even.”

“So, should we prepare?” she asked.

“There really isn’t much one needs for a birth considering you don’t have any high risks. We’ll just wait until your body tells us it’s ready and go from there,” he said to Cynthia.

Cynthia scooted down and sat at the edge of the table. Her belly covered most all her naked lap. She looked down at her sweats that she couldn’t reach on the floor and put her hands on her knees as she sighed with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and switched her hands to her round belly and gave herself a smile. “This will all be over soon,” she thought to herself.

The next morning Dr. Roberts came into Cynthia room and said he was going to the donut shop to read the newspaper and have some coffee for a bit and would be back shortly with donuts in hand.

Still groggy, “Ok. This one wants a chocolate AND a maple bar,” she said pulling the covers down to her hips, uncovering her baby’s abode, to show the doctor to just whom she was referring. Most of her breasts were covered by a shirt that had rode up her body so much in the night that it was close to spilling its contents onto her swollen stomach. The doctor noticed she was still not wearing any underwear as his eyes crept down a bare sliver of her thigh before it disappeared at her knee.

Dr. Roberts, not having slept well recently out of worry for Cynthia, was happy to get some caffeine in him and take some time reading the paper to get his mind off of it.

Dr. Roberts ordered his food and coffee and took a seat by the window of the shop so he could people watch too. He started to read the newspaper, but he couldn’t help get something out of his mind. He thought to himself, “Does that girl ever wear underwear? Wait, why does it matter?” He didn’t understand why he was preoccupied with this bit of information but it was all he could think about. He had his tablet computer with him and decided to do what helps him with his other quandaries- write.

Cynthia has been an interesting patient, if I can call her that. She has grown very nice
and big without any complications. I have been giving her regular checkups for some
time but seeing her without underwear on yesterday for our “impromptu cervical analysis” and again this morning in bed has left me, well, infatuated. I know not any other term to describe the way the way I’m acting.

The doctor, not getting much progress from himself, stopped thinking and let his keyboard dictate his stream of consciousness to the screen in front of him.

I love pregnant women. I always have. They way they swell up beyond their control
and just have to deal with that burden has an effect on me. Is that why I became a doctor? To be closer to pregnant women? Is that why I have preyed on this poor girl in this specific way? I could have given her a disease, or an allergy, or anything else. Why pregnancy? I remember when she walked in that day. I already had my plan to do this to someone, but would I have followed through with anyone else besides Cynthia. She looked like that perfect subject. Someone that was quiet and detached. Once I saw her, I knew the plan would be executed at all costs necessary. What is this effect she has on me? I had seen her before, many times, in more intimate settings for her exams. She seems rather comfortable showing off her body. She started letting her large pregnant tummy bust out from her shirt around the house a few days ago. Definitely a nice few days it’s been because of it but it wasn’t the same as her panties, or lack thereof. Hell, I even hand my hand in her, up to her cervix, but it wasn’t the same feeling I had a minute earlier when I saw her bare legs on the table in front of me.

Dr. Roberts continued his rant for a while but slowly started to fade as his unrestful sleep was catching up to him.

Meanwhile, back home, Cynthia finally had mustered enough energy to lift herself from her bed and just a little more to fix her shirt turned tube bra. She tried pulling the front and back of the shirt over her enlarged frame but it was futile so she left her torso naked as her shirt reverted back to a bra. She teetered her wobbling body around a small patch of her room to locate something that resembled underwear.

After a minute of failed searching, Cynthia realized she had to pee and her body wasn’t going to wait any longer. She wasn’t sure when the doctor would be home so she picked up a shirt and stuffed it around her crotch as best as she could and feebly waddled quickly to the bathroom. Each step closer was so agonizing for her bladder she thought she might unload right there on the hallway carpet. She winced and her eyes closed as the pain built. She had one arm out in front to guide her in her blindness while the other kept the shirt wadded between her loins. Her warm feet met the cold bathroom tile floor; she knew she was close. Knowing she was in the bathroom, she opened her eyes and made a beeline to the toilet.

As Cynthia started to bend over the toilet, her ad hoc underwear fell to the floor from between her legs. Still hovering at least a foot above the toilet, she started gushing with the force of a jet stream as her butt cheeks slowly and accurately tried to finish their descent to the seat. Not able to handle the situation with any other maneuver, Cynthia was relieved she heard the pee go only into the toilet while she was still hovering and not make a mess all over the seat instead. She felt the pain subside but no accompanying space freeing up inside of her as she endlessly continued to squirt her stream. Finally done and feeling like she had just climaxed, she was now so relaxed, Cynthia stayed seated for a moment. She saw the empty roll of toilet paper on the dispenser so she used the shirt on the floor in front of her to wipe herself up. She struggled to undock herself from the toilet, but once upright, fashioned the used shirt into a proper diaper-like garment now that she had the time without the urgency as before.

Cynthia felt her stomach grumble as she walked down the hall towards her room. She realized that Dr. Roberts had been gone for some time now and more importantly, with her donuts! She started rubbing her wanting stomach with both hands as she walked behind the couch on the way to her room. She paused to ask herself if she wanted to have a quick snack or wait for the doctor but before she could decide she doubled over and held her belly with intensity. She made her way around to the front of the couch and quickly got off her feet. The pain pulsated through her whole body as she held her breath in.

“Bhooouuuu,” Cynthia exploded once enough of the ache left her. “Huuu, I didn’t think I was THAT hungry,” she said jokingly to herself.

While she knew that her birth was impending, she also knew that contractions can happen well before labor, so she wasn’t immediately fearful that this was game time. Cynthia tried to gather herself together to get up off the couch but as she moved her legs up she felt a strange sensation she hadn’t felt just a second ago. She tried looking at her homemade diaper but it was fully eclipsed by her round womb. She rolled herself up a little to be able to reach around her belly with her hands and felt between her legs.

“What the…,” she kept groping around.

She brought her hand back up to see what she was feeling but there was nothing to see. Perplexed and anxious together, she scooted mostly off the couch hoping to see what she had sat on. To her dismay, she found only a big wet patch and realized she hadn’t sat on anything, but rather, was the cause herself.

“Shit! My water!” she declared. “I guess this IS happening,” she sighed.

Cynthia slowly stood up and grabbed the cordless phone while she went to search for real underwear. She dialed Dr. Roberts, but heard his phone ring in the other room.

“Well crap, he’s already been gone for over an hour. How long does it take to get donuts?” she said. “And where the hell is all my underwear?” she asked rhetorically as she routed around her bedroom floor.

Still unable to find any underwear, Cynthia located the large flannel shirt the doctor had bought her and tied the arms around her waist at her left hip. With her rolled up top still performing as the support for her heavy, over-filled milk bags, Cynthia looked like some kind of Scottish, kilt-wearing stripper. She couldn’t help but to laugh when she saw herself in the mirror, however, Cynthia knew play time was over, remembering that she was, in fact, in early labor.

She didn’t know why her instincts were telling her to go back out to the couch instead of staying in her room with her big, comfortable bed but she followed them blindly. Well over a foot of heavy, swollen, tight belly led the way through the hall as Cynthia’s body followed and jiggled from the influence. She tried containing her enormous tummy but Cynthia’s feeble arms did nothing more than add to it’s mass. Now, without her amniotic sack intact, her unborn child’s head was sitting hard on her only partly opened cervix; a painful fact she was experiencing with each step toward the front room.

Cynthia backed herself down onto the couch and pivoted around her butt to a laying position. She adjusted the wrinkles out of her flannel loin cloth and thought about what she should do. Rather helpless, and not in any pain now off her feet, Cynthia reached for the remote and turned the TV on to wait for what unknown development would happen next.

Small contractions continued regularly as Cynthia took them without much discomfort; only needing a nice belly rub and some steady breathing to get through them. She soon welcomed the fact that she had not previously found any underwear, as she realized the importance of access to her maternal opening. At first thinking that she would have struggled to remove anything at this point, Cynthia remembered just how tight they would have been on her and would not have allowed her to check her own dilation progress with them on. Free from that obstacle, Cynthia, for the first time since going into labor, slid her hand down the side of her mountainous belly, passed her cropped pubic hair and felt her tender lady lips. Warm and lightly pulsating from her increased blood flow to the area, Cynthia’s labia were engorged with birthing hormones. She danced her fingertips across the top of them like she was reading braille to gauge their new elevation.

“Whoa!” she said aloud to herself. She was amazed at how they had risen and without her knowledge. This would be her first “hands on” lesson on how the body changes during labor and childbirth.

After a moment to comprehend her findings, Cynthia ventured further down as best as she could around her belly. She began parting her swollen lips and felt heat radiating onto her hand. She brought her fingers to a point and pushed her hand through her puffy vulva. She was again surprised with the sensation. Cynthia was no prude and was quite familiar with her body, or rather her pre-pregnancy body, but was used to using lube and warming herself up before fitting anything sizeable inside her. Her hand slid right in, easier than any lubed object she had ever used before. It was still very tight quarters in there but was extremely wet and slippery and made the action a breeze. She felt around to find her cervix but her reach was too far. She kicked her left leg up around the back of the couch so she could roll back on her neck more. Her butt went up in the air inch by inch as she scooted more and more until she could reach her goal. She could fit a few fingers in between her cervical opening and it was definitely more than the 2 cm. Dr. Roberts had found the day before.

“This is going quick,” Cynthia thought to herself, still with her hand taking measurements inside. “How the hell I’m I going to be able to do this on my own? Where the hell is he?!?”

Done with her self inspection, Cynthia found that her hand was stuck in the position she was in. She laughed at herself, realizing how funny she must have looked with her butt in the air and her hand stuck in her pussy. The only thing she could do was move her left leg back off the couch. As she let it go, her bottom dropped back down to the couch with some force and her hand was instantly birthed out of her.

“I hope the baby is that easy comin’ out,” she said as she settled back to her original position on the couch.

She brought her hand up to look at as she knew it was wet with birthing fluids. She examined it for a second and determined how dilated she was by the fingers she was able to put through her cervix.

“Hmm,” she thought to herself. Cynthia knew she had to hit 10 cm before pushing and that yesterday she was only at 2 cm. She decided that she was definitely over 5 cm but couldn’t be any more certain beyond that fact.

Cynthia went to clean her hand off on her flannel shirt when he was hit with a solid contraction. She clenched the shirt so hard her knuckles went white as the rest of her body was frozen in pain.

“Huuuhuuuhuuuhuu,” she panted quickly, trying to ease the pain.

She hugged around her rock hard belly with her other hand as if the gesture would help but there was nothing she could do to stop the pain. Once it left her, she went limp as she lie there sweating in the aftermath.

“Please, please come home doc,” she chanted out loud. “I can’t do this!” The one contraction had vacated any confidence she once had.

Cynthia, not having studied reproduction at any lengths only knew the basics that anyone else would know. She had all her assumptions based on a normal pregnancy but hers was anything but normal.

She tried to remember what she could of her general knowledge. “Ok, so they’ll keep coming stronger and stronger, but I should have some time in between to come down,” she thought to herself. Only moments after the last contraction and she felt her belly knot up again as she was still half-hugging it followed by a very deep burn in her groin.

“Ooooowwwwaaaahhhwwwhhhaaa,” she cried as the pain grew and her belly got even tighter. “Ooooowwwwhhhhyyyyy?!?!?” her cry turned into a question. She didn’t understand why the contraction was so close after only just starting.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. How could she have forgotten that this whole pregnancy was abnormal? Nothing was going to follow any rhyme or reason and it seemed like she was getting a crash course in hard, active labor whether she liked it or not. She knew then that it was going to be a bumpy ride and there was little chance for her to have a hassle free labor and delivery.

Cynthia stayed heavily planted on the couch for one contraction after another, each one worse than the last, and coming more and more quickly. This barrage of pain was causing Cynthia’s body to shut down as there was no time to recover and no time to let her body open up for the baby to come out.

Cynthia wiggled in discomfort in between contractions. She rocked her hips left and right and back again but she wasn’t sure what that would even solve, she just needed to do something. She thought it might help to stand up and maybe aid the process with some gravity. She put her right foot down on the carpet and rolled to the right to get off the couch when she ran out of time.

“Aaaaawwwwwwhhhhooooooo,” she howled into the pillow as she could feel her uterus force her baby’s head into her not-fully-opened cervix. “OK, just stand up,” Cynthia said after the contraction left her.

She slowly righted herself off the couch and just sitting up, she could feel the true weight of her unborn baby on her insides. She pulled hard at the coffee table in front of her to help herself stand up. Standing was the worst she felt by far and the burning and cramping caused her to double over in agony. Dr. Roberts’ guess that the baby was maybe a bit bigger than expected was, in fact, true; a fact that this deceived, impregnated surrogate would learn the hard way over the course of this physical feat.

“Hhhhhooooooo,” Cynthia pained as she fell back down to the couch. Even if the pain wasn’t excruciating, Cynthia’s weak and trembling legs would not have been able to support her in any upright position.

Once again supine, Cynthia felt the tension mildly ebb from her cervix. She tried to manually continue it’s abatement by cupping both hand just under her belly button and yanking her tummy forward to pull her child’s head off her painful, slowly widening, birthing exit.

“Come on,” she struggled as she tried moving the baby back, but her arms, her last body part with any strength, were fading quickly as she fatigued herself with effort.

She thought it better to save any strength she might have instead of using it all for a second of partial relief. All of the commotion seemed to inspire her baby to join in and when she looked down at her large, active mound, she saw a substantial lump form an extra two inches above the rest of her belly and then drag across to the right side before disappearing but into her womb.

“Oh, little sweetheart, you’re OK,” she said naturally, in a caring mother’s tone, “We’ll get you out of here soooo...OOOOFFF!!!” Another lump appeared before she could finish. This time higher and right in the middle of her massive stomach, she was certain it was the baby’s heel. The bump started to slide up ever so slightly. Cynthia slowly brought her palm up to it and began massaging it. It paused under her hand and gently pushed back to acknowledge her presence while at the same time she could feel something stirring again at her uterine floor. Quickly, the bulge left her hand and continued up to the limits of Cynthia’s womb and started kicking so forcefully that her heavy breasts began bouncing around her chest. She almost started to laugh when she realized what exactly her child was doing but joy instantly turned to an unbearable burn.

“Hhhhhaaaaaahhhhooooooo,” she exhaled long and low. She closed her eyes and she could visualize that her large baby attempted to stretch all the way out, it’s head drilling into her sore cervix. While in her temporary catatonic state another gem of pregnancy information filled her head:

Cynthia remembered all the way back to when she was a little girl, maybe 8 or 9 years old, and the mother of one of her friends was pregnant. She remembered witnessing the whole pregnancy over the months and also recalled just how big her friend’s mother, Peggy, got. Cynthia and her friend would always touch and play with her belly and ask Peggy questions about it. Cynthia remembered being at her friend’s house the day before Peggy gave birth and how that is what everyone was obviously talking about at that time. For some reason, the phrase “you really dropped, didn’t you” stuck with her. She didn’t understand it at the time but years later she would learn that right before you give birth, your baby drops deep down and gets ready to be birthed, a phenomenon that is easily witness by most all pregnant women.

Cynthia was worried because she knew that her baby had definitely not dropped and even earlier that day had thought to herself just how high her belly was sitting on her small frame. At first she thought that it might mean the baby wasn’t ready to come out but remember she was amply dilated. But then thought of something much worse.

“If this baby is kicking my tits around with it’s feet and it’s head is plowing into my cervix, just how big is this thing?” she thought to herself and worried. This was Cynthia’s first realization that this baby was going to be quite large, foiled even more so by her petite stature.

“Ooooowwwwwwww,” she moaned. As if the realization was not enough to convince Cynthia of her difficult labor, a strong contraction caught her and shoved the baby’s head again into her traumatized cervix. She writhed in pain as the burn deepened and spread to all adjacent muscles and tendons. No progress was felt by Cynthia, just constant bombardment as she wept, grabbing at her pillow.

Again free from another contraction, Cynthia exhaled loudly and tried to comprehend if she could physically take the pain any more without passing out. While dazed from the bodily stress, she felt a contraction aftershock ripple through her body followed by a constant wave that left her uterus shaking. It only took her a second to react. Cynthia grabbed violently at her tummy then scooted her feet up to her bottom as her knees pointed up. This caused her belly to balloon up even more and start to shift back up her torso as her milk laden baby feeders were pushed over her armpits.

“Wwwwhhhoooooooo...ggggggggoddddddd,” she yelled, as her readjusting had eased whatever uncomfortable position her baby had been in. This was an amazing feeling compared to what she had just been through, and Cynthia, for the first time, was able to really catch her breath.

Still exhausted, Cynthia stretched her legs back down to the far end of the couch when she felt something again, this time in a more specific place. Her leg lengthening caused the baby to shift down and careen into the right right of her pelvis. It felt like she was getting internally pinched and her reaction was to roll to her left side to ease the baby off of it. As she did, she felt the baby creep away from her right for a split second before:

“Hhhhhnnnnngggggaaaa,” Cynthia groaned as her feet instantly shot up in reaction to the baby slamming into her cervix, forcing it open more than it had ever been in her life. Knees bent and legs spread wide around her laboring belly, Cynthia’s body desperately wanted her to push. With her legs still raising in response to the cervical irritation, Cynthia gripped tightly behind her thighs and yanked them back towards her.

“Hhhhhnnnnnyyyyaaaaa,” she yelled as she futilely tried to evacuate her babe. Her labor seemed to signal a contraction as one started once she started pushing. Even with her uterus cooperating with the effort, Cynthia was just not dilated enough to make any advance.

Feeling like the worst was over, Cynthia let go of her tired legs which came down like a spaceship crashing into the ocean, a move she would immediately regret. While previously her baby had merely slid into her cervix, Cynthia’s vigorous leg drop had shot it’s head into it much harsher than before. Her involuntary response was even faster this time as her body lifted her butt even higher in the air. Cynthia was again holding on tightly to her legs as she tried to push her baby past her cervical collar and into her birth canal. Not in control, Cynthia simply complied with her body’s demands.

Liberated from the urge to push, Cynthia dare not put her legs down again in fear of being forced into an even worse pain. She stayed there with her butt in the air, legs parted, hands anchored, displaying her swollen sex to the entire empty room. Able to cope with the position she was in, Cynthia, using only one hand, untied the flannel shirt from her waist side to alleviate some pressure. She returned her hand to the back of her thigh. The pain dissipated and Cynthia, amazingly slow, lowered her legs back down to the couch.

While the pain was temporarily gone, she could feel that her baby stayed right where it had burrowed from the last pushing session. The bloated pressure was unrelenting and gave her the feeling like she had to use the bathroom. Cynthia’s eyes began tearing up as she realized that with each contraction she would be subjected to this mandatory posture enforced by her maternally instinctive body.

Only getting closer together, Cynthia endured another contraction. She tried to focus on being in control of her body and breathing calmly but the instinct was too much for her to overpower. Her legs popped up swiftly and her hips locked them into place once fully above her, as if to say “hold on, it’s happening again!”

Cynthia bored down hard and pushed through the contraction, now actually sensing a little bit of progress as she felt her cervix start to stretch around her baby’s head instead of being assaulted by it. It was not a comfortable experience but the progress was welcomed by Cynthia.

“Hhhhhmmmmmm,” she hummed as she pushed. “Hhhhhhaaaaaaa...aaaaaaahhhhhhh,” she exhaled and inhaled quickly while continuing to push. “Yaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh….”

“CYNTHIA!!!” Dr. Roberts shouted out as the front door busted open. He saw the struggling mother right in front of him as he walked into his house. “Cynthia!! It’s happening?!?!” he exclaimed, shocked to see that he had missed the onset of her labor.

Cynthia hardly opened her eyes to see the doctor but was unable to stop her pushing to verbally recognize his arrival to the birthing show. Dr. Roberts was aroused at the display being put on by Cynthia. He rushed to the arm of the couch and stared at the spectacle. He would later write in detail about the display in his journal:

After falling asleep at the donut shop for an hour or so, I rushed home to see what had
feared the most; Cynthia was in labor. As I opened the door, the tiny girl was clearly in
the middle of a difficult contraction as she hardly noticed me. The first thing I saw was
her feet wiggling in the air but then my attention was quickly drawn to her birthing area.
She had picked her bottom up well above the couch as she pulled her whole body
back to squeeze the large baby from her womb. With her butt raised so high up, the view...it was...amazing. While I had technically seen her vagina before, it was nothing like this...only in a professional way. Her labia had yet to open so I knew the baby was not too close to being born, but those lips had changed considerably since I had last seen them yesterday. Red and puffy, sticky with birthing fluids, she could have been mistaken for the aroused one in the room. I could see sweat forming all around her vulva and it was beading up and rolling down, getting lost in her butt crack. I then brought my attention up. Her belly was nothing of the size I remembered hours before; this was a whole new beast. I could see that her position was accentuating the volume of it but I would have bet my house on the fact that she was carrying overdue twins in that tummy. I tried to make eye contact with her after getting a comprehensive view of her working assets but she still had her eyes closed tightly and her face was cringed. I took that as a sign to continue my examination. Her butt cheeks clenched tight as she pushed hard. I saw her start to shake and then heard air escape from her tightly closed mouth.

“Pppppppppfffffffffffff,” Cynthia was really starting to strain.

“Cynthia, breathe,” the doctor said calmly. “You’re going to pass out,” he added.

“Ppppppfffffaaaaaa!!!!!” Cynthia finally let go of her breath and with it her butt plopped down and her body went limp.

“I’m so sorry Cynthia, I don’t know what to say,” the doctor tried to apologize.

“Huuu...huuuu...huuu...where...were….you?....” she panted.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep at the donut shop. I’m sorry!” he pleaded. “Are you ok?”

“Does it look...huuu...like I’m ok?....I’m trying to...huuuu...push this thing out,” she explained.

“How far apart are the contractions?” Dr. Roberts asked.

“Apart?” she asked rhetorically. “They’re not!”

Dr. Roberts had only been in the house for less than a minute in total. He had just seen the last contraction so he was surprise when Cynthia only had a few short responses to his questions before she was back in the throes of labor.

“Hhhyyyuuuunnnnnnngggg!!!!!!” Cynthia strained as the need to push caused her legs to fly up.

“Whoa!” Dr. Roberts shouted as he was almost kicked in the face with Cynthia’s left leg as it got into position. “Another one already?!”

He now realized what Cynthia was saying about he contractions and also knew what she had been going through in his absence. He could see Cynthia pushing intensely while she sprung her crotch not a foot from his face.

“1...2...3...4…,” Dr Roberts started to count to ten for Cynthia as she pushed. “10! Ok Cyn, give me a big, deep breath.”

“Ffffyyyyuuuuuu…..aaaahhhhhhh,” she followed his directions and refilled her lungs.

“Good, now another ten count,” he instructed.

Having the doctor coach Cynthia during her labor helped her not exert herself too much as she had been on her own. Cynthia was now not so exhausted after each contraction, although, they were still coming just as frequent, if not more.

Tired but calm she said, “Every time a contraction forces it down into my cervix, I can’t help it, they pop up.”

“What’s that, honey? What pops up?” he said, having previously forgotten almost getting kicked in the face.

“When it hits my cervix, it makes my legs spread wide open and raise over my body. I can’t control it. It’s like my baby is hitting a ‘put-your-vag-in-the-air’ button in my cervix or birth canal or vagina or whatever you wanna call it, IT’S UNCOMFORTABLE!!” Cynthia screamed.

Dr. Roberts grabbed some pillows and waited with them in hand. Cynthia’s moan signaled to the doctor that another one was about to begin. Next he saw her belly tighten up as her uterus contracted. Right after he saw it flex like an over pumped beach ball and of equal size he saw her legs spread open and jump high up in the air like she had just described. He quickly shoved the pillows under Cynthia’s butt and back so she did not have to strain her spine anymore.

Cynthia’s bottom half was now at a steep incline and when the contraction ended and she stopped pushing, her body didn’t retreat back down to the couch under her as it had before when she let her body go limp.

“Is that better?” the doctor asked his test subject.

“Yeah but it doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” she said, although, at this point she wasn’t really concerned with what he saw of her, she was just happy to not be forced into kicking her legs up at the whim of her unborn child.

Still not having much information about where Cynthia was in her labor, Dr. Roberts suggested, “I should check to see how far along you are.”

“YES! Please!” Cynthia was never so desperate to have someone feel her cervix.

The doctor, now knowing he had very little time between contractions, promptly got some gloves and returned to Cynthia’s gape.

“Sorry,” he said as he tried to enter her gently. “Hmmm,” he sounded under his breath as his hand tried to guide itself through her sore passage.

“Oooofffff,” Cynthia let out as the doctor’s hand together with her unborn baby were a little too much for her dainty little puss to accommodate.

“You’re done, you’re easily over 10 cm dilated. But…” he trailed off.

“But what?” she asked in fear.

“Well, like I said before, this baby looks a little bit big so you might need to hit 11 cm before you can effectively push and make progress down your birth canal.

“What the fuck?!? How could you do this to me?” she yelled at the doctor like a cliche wife to her husband in the hospital, except Cynthia had earned the right to ask that question.

She had already gotten over the deceit with Dr. Roberts, so she wasn’t really getting mad at him now about this, she was just frustrated to hear that not only was she not done, but that it was going to be harder on her than most other mothers.

“You’re making really good progress though. You could only have been laboring for less than two hours now and you’ve come so far,” he tried consoling her.

She didn’t have time to argue, she was about to be busy with another contraction. Now propped up with the pillows, Cynthia only had to grab her thighs that were waving in the air above her head. The doctor continued his counting but then noticed, even with her new set up, that Cynthia was losing power and she needed it now more than ever to fight against gravity and push her baby up her canal and out.

Dr. Roberts placed his hands on Cynthia’s thighs, right under hers, and started taking over the job for her. She let go and started wiping her face and body to remove the itchy sweat while she continued pushing. The doctor stayed hovering over her laboring body as he counted. Cynthia enjoyed the arm rest and tried to recharge as best as she could.

“Hhhheeeeeeeeeooooooo,” Cynthia squealed as she imagined what she felt was the widest part of her baby’s head squeezing open her cervix as it began to enter her birth canal proper. She was in the home ‘stretch’.

She was surprised at how sensitive her maternal organs were to tell her such information and so accurately too. Cynthia had assumed right, her baby was finally done dilating her and was making it’s way forward. She could not deliver it in one contraction, however, she would not be that lucky.

“Hhhhuuuuuuufffffff,” Cynthia was getting better at sensing when her contractions would be over. Once the dust settled from it though she was able to fully realize just what progress she had made.

“It’s coming down….huuuu...huuuuu,” she told her birthing partner, still trying to catch her breath.

Cynthia’s cervix no longer caused a sharp pain but now a deep burn as it was permanently stuck open with her baby’s head. Not only was that a new feeling but she felt like she was filling up between her legs, the pressure was building as the head crept though. She instinctually started feeling her vulva, thinking she would feel the head bulge but it was all internal.

“That’s good,” Dr. Roberts said, knowing that she was advancing well enough.

The baby started to wiggle around causing Cynthia to cramp almost everywhere and then it kicked her in the spine to top it off. It wouldn’t stop moving as it struggled to birth itself. She felt it rotate inside of her as it’s shoulder scraped the walls of her womb.

“OOOHHH!” Cynthia shrieked as the baby shot forward a few inches, much faster than any other time. She was surprised at first but then felt the aftermath of the reconfiguration, again, filling between her legs as she determined it to be a mass much greater than one she could pass.

“It’s too big!” she said as the head stretched her vaginal walls. “I can’t! It’s stuck!” she continued to say to Dr. Roberts.

“It’s ok, Cyn, you can do it, your insides are opening up beautifully, just as to be expected. You are strong, you are capable, you can do this!” he tried to inspire her.

“No there is a problem, it’s too much,” she added.

“All first time mothers say that, Cynthia, and they all gave birth without problems, you can do this!” he said.

Knowing a contraction would happen at any time, Cynthia just started pushing on her own, followed by Dr. Roberts help and coaching. She pushed and pushed as she squeezed the head from her womb into her canal.

“That’s it!” he shouted. “You’re opening!” he announced. Cynthia stopped out of reaction. “NO! NO! Keep going!” he demanded, she obeyed.

Dr. Roberts, with the best and only seat in the house, watched up close as Cynthia’s throbbing labia ever so slowly started to part open and show the gigantic baby that was causing all this trouble. She did not relent until the doctor, having forgotten to count, dismissed her effort. The baby didn’t retreat.

“Here, you can see for yourself,” the doctor said as he jumped up and returned with a mirror he held above her vagina for Cynthia to see her status.

“Oh my god,” she said in a soft, cute voice as she saw her pussy lips yawn on their own and a darkness behind them that she could not yet make out.

The bump she once felt for but could not find was now there and very apparent. As before, she brought her hands to her vagina and using the mirror Dr. Roberts was holding, escorted them around to feel the prominent bulge between her legs. One of her fingers slipped in and hit the hard skull her baby. It was close. She began crying, now realizing just how close this baby was to being born. She was not crying from fear or anything negative, Cynthia was just emotional from the fact that this was the first time she considered this baby hers.

No sooner did she feel the effects of her baby pushing her open when Cynthia experienced a full body contraction, not just her uterus. She locked her elbows around her knees and bared down. The motion was so fluid that she made it look like was a professional birther using her muscle memory to pop out another of her brood.

The harder she pushed the more she opened as her baby made it’s way out of her. Dr. Roberts stopped helping her physically and just held the mirror as she labored. He loved being able to just enjoy the scene as it unfolded before him.

“Ggggggggeeeeeee,” Cynthia squawked as she felt her vagina fully accept the baby within. She continued.

“It’s coming!” this time Dr. Roberts announced, spurring Cynthia to give it even more.

Cynthia’s labia separated promptly and what was once a dark sliver between them was now a large growing circle. Her lips, once puffy and protecting her birth canal, were pulled tightly open, now framing it’s occupant’s head.

“You’re starting to crown!” Dr. Roberts was getting very excited.

Cynthia looked up into the mirror to see for herself but just kept her concentration on delivering this big baby. Once spent, she rested briefly and checked herself out again.

“Oh! It’s really coming!” she said. “It’s blonde?!” she questioned, knowing herself to be a brunette, but also realizing she did not know who the father was at all. “IT’S BIG!” she secondly reported after noticing the hair.

Cynthia hadn’t ever purposefully sat down to watch birthing videos but over the course of one’s life, you pick things up. She had seen a birth before and pictures too, but hadn’t remembered seeing anything like this. She was crowned pretty well and assumed a regular baby would be free from it’s mother at this point but such was not the case for Cynthia. She tried to deduce what was left based on what was visible but with an abnormally large baby, but there was just no way to know for sure.

“How much is left?” she began to worry some.

“You’re close, but I don’t know for certain,” the doctor replied. “You’ll have to push it out,” he said jokingly.

And while Cynthia knew it was a joke, she followed his directions anyway.

“Hhhhhmmmmmmfffff,” she stressed.

“Good girl, it’s getting bigger, it’s coming out,” Dr. Roberts filled her in.

Cynthia felt her vagina open and fill, open and fill, as the baby inched forward.

“THAT’S IT. YOU’RE FULLY CROWNED!!!” the doctor was happy to say.

Cynthia brought her knees down to her breasts and pointed her butt even higher with determination. She pushed her little butt hard as it wiggled in the air. Her knees began squishing her ever-milk-producing tits until they squirted their contents onto her legs. She still couldn’t see over her belly but used the mirror again to look.

“GOD!!!” she screamed after seeing how much she was crowning. She was still contracting but decided to stop pushing. Her baby stayed in place, where as before it had forced her cervix open, it was now forcing her vagina open.

“Huuu...huuu...huuuu…” Cynthia panted as she felt her body being forced wide open. “Huuuufffffffff,” she started pushing again.

Dr. Roberts watched intently as the head began to sluggishly appear though Cynthia’s labia, only a few millimeters at a time. As it emerged, her taut labia wiped free the gooey fluid stuck all over it. Cynthia moved her hands down her thighs to her butt, her fingers just out of reach of her crowning baby, to actively spread herself open more. She pulled down hard and felt her work pay off as she could feel the head keep coming out. Her labia identified when the nose had popped free, followed by it’s mouth and finally it’s chin.

“You’re almost there!” he shouted. Cynthia persisted.

“Hhhhhhnnnnnnngggggg,” her face turned cherry red. “Hhhhnnnnnnnyyyyyaaaaa!!!!! OOWWHH!! SHIT!” she had delivered the head.

“It’s head is out, you did it!” he said.

Cynthia looked into the mirror to see what she had worked so hard to dislodge from her birth canal.

“It IS so big,” she said, confirming what she had thought. The head was resting out of Cynthia’s worked vagina, and was big enough to touch both her thighs with each ear despite her legs being spread wide. Her labia rested from the stretching but still acted as a collar around the baby’s neck.

Cynthia could tell the baby’s shoulders would be strenuous to deliver as she felt them rub on her cervix. The familiar twitch that had sent her legs flying through the air was again irritated and Cynthia was once more under the control of her body. Legs already in the air, the urge now was to push rather than to get into position.

“Ppppppffffffff,” she strained. Nothing budged.

“Aaahhhhhh….pppppppfffffff,” she tried again, this time only forcing out some of her breast milk into her shirt bra.

Cynthia felt the baby move inside of her. It’s shoulder slid down and once free, the force she was applying shot the baby out a few inches; more than it had before. Dr. Roberts, his face only inches from the exiting babe was fixed on the display. Cynthia wrenched her body one final time and now her butt was aimed vertically, straight up. She was effectively birthing this baby up instead of down as she fought with gravity, but this was her body’s choice, not hers.

With only one last bit of energy left, “Hhhhhyyyyuuuunnnggggaaaaahhhhh,” Cynthia pushed her baby up, higher and higher, shoulders free, arms out, then butt, and was caught by Dr. Roberts before it could tumble down her belly and onto her face.

“It’s a boy!” Dr. Roberts shouted as Cynthia signed with exhaustion.

He handed the baby down to Cynthia, cord still attached, when she and the baby began to cry together. Cynthia felt a different urge this time and didn’t skip a beat in releasing one of her heavy breasts to put in her new baby’s mouth.

“Oh he’s so cute!” she fawned over him as he suckled. “This had all been very...unusual, but I can’t help the feeling that I was made for this,” she said.

“Made for what?” he asked.

“Made for giving birth, making babies, you know, giving life,” she explained. “I was made to be a mother!” she smiled at her baby boy.

“Well, if you were to be a willing participant, who knows what kind of scientific breakthroughs we could make together!” he said, excitedly.

“If you double down your money, I could probably double down another baby,” she said with a laugh in her voice.

…

“So how big was it?” she asked.

“A whopper! 12 lbs. 5 oz!” he said.

Jen was 25 when she married John, he was 27. They had a traditional Catholic wedding at Jen’s request with all of their families in attendance. They knew they would be happy together as long as the lived. They both worked hard at their jobs and loved all the time they had with one another. Early on in their relationship they both agreed to wait for children if that was something they ever wanted.

Three years into their marriage Jen and John talked about the idea of kids to see if either had changed their mind.

“Definitely not now,” Jen firmly said. “I just love our freedom and I feel like it will tether us down.”

“Yeah, yeah me too,” John followed up. But John was not telling the truth and Jen didn’t think to question his reply as it was what she wanted to hear.

John didn’t have the heart to tell Jen that he did want kids for fear of being at odds with her about something so serious. He could tell Jen didn’t give it another thought after their conversation. Months went by as the desire grew for John. It was too late though, he regretted not saying anything earlier to his beautiful wife and now the time had passed. It came to a head when Jen approached him after work with what she called “great news”.

“So there’s this new pill on the market and you don’t get your period at all anymore. No PMS, no period, just easy living,” Jen preached. She was so happy to not have to deal with her monthly troubles.

“That’s great,” John feigned, but again Jen was too happy to notice his true feelings.

She made an appointment to see her doctor for the new pills and he said that she was a good candidate for them. She began taking them the next day. John was devastated at the reminder of no children.

A few weeks on her new pills and John asked, “So how are they treating you?”

“Good, I can’t tell any difference except for no periods. I should have had one last week but it wasn’t there!” Jen said excitedly.

“Well how do you know if they are working or if you’re pregnant?” John inquired.

“The hormones in the pills wouldn’t allow a baby to grow, so even if I miraculously got pregnant, the pills I would take on all the subsequent days would inhibit the pregnancy,” she explained. “Don’t worry, the doctor explained it all...I CAN’T get pregnant.”

Only John wasn’t worried she would get pregnant, he was worried she never would. After their talk, John started thinking about what he asked. How would you know if the pills really were working? What if they were just placebos? It wouldn’t be until you could see your stomach balloon with child that you would suspect that something was wrong. All of these questions and his curiosity caused John to investigate Jen’s pills after she fell asleep that night.

He went up to the nightstand and grabbed her pharmacy bag and went to the front room where he could turn the light on without waking Jen. In the bag there was a regular looking birth control disk that had 28 slots in it with the days of the week repeated around it. There was also a large bottle of pills that matched the ones in the disk. All the pills were identical in size and color. It seemed that when the 28 days was up you would just refill the dispenser from the ones in the bottle. He opened the bottle to get a better look at a pill up close and it instantly reminded him of something.

When John was a young boy his mother would give him sugar pills telling him that they were medicine when she thought he was pretending to be sick. Later, after John grew up, she divulged her little secret to him and explained why the pills she gave him always looked the same. He could never forget those pills he had taken as a child, they looked exactly like the ones he was holding right now.

John was raised rather unreligiously while Jen came from a church-going family. She wasn’t as rigid as her parents but some tenets stuck with her. She had no problems with contraception, obviously, but abortion was out of the question. She never drank or did anything crazy. John knew this about her and that is why he knew his plan would work.

The next day after work John stopped by the drugstore on his way home and got a few bottles of the placebo pills and hid them in his closet where Jen wouldn’t find them. He calculated when she would be two weeks out from ovulating and wanted to make the switch the night before she would start taking the fake pills. Again, she went to sleep before him that night. John took all of his supplies to the kitchen and carefully switched out all of Jen’s pills with the identical placebo pills, filling her bottle and disk and keeping her real pills to discard them in the trash at work.

Jen had a regular 28 day cycle that you could set your watch to and John was fully aware of it. He only had one chance to get her pregnant because if she got her period the whole scheme would be blown. With a little research, John found out what the best days to have sex with Jen were and made sure her uterus was coated with semen for all of them. He pumped load after load into her until by the fourth day, the day after she should have ovulated, she made him stop out of soreness. His job was done, he just had to wait.

It was a fourteen day countdown. Jen would either be pregnant and not know anything was happening or she would get her period and John would have hell to pay. He tried not to think of the consequences but he got more paranoid with each day that passed.

It was the end, the fourteenth day was upon them.

“Morning, honey, how are you?” John nervously asked.

“Fine, gonna hop in the shower,” Jen pleasantly stated.

John was only slightly relieved for there was the whole day ahead of them. A whole day for Jen to get her period. John fiendishly kept checking his phone every hour to see if she had texted him to complain about her period returning. Nothing.

“How was your day,” John asked as he walked in the front door.

“Great, just a lot of busy work and….” Jen trailed off.

John stopped listening when Jen didn’t mention her period returning. He was glad to have made it through the day. He knew there could be a chance of it happening tomorrow, but with today behind him, he knew his odds would only get better. Day after day, John calmed more and more until too many days had passed for Jen not to be pregnant. Weeks turned into months. John was in the clear.

…

“Uuggghh,” Jen let out standing in front of the mirror.

“What’s wrong, honey?” John asked.

“I think these birth control pills are making me gain weight. I never had a problem with them before but I’ve gained five pounds that I just can’t get off. I’ve been eating so healthy,” Jen complained.

“Well, keep up the good diet and maybe some light exercise. It’s just five pounds,” John tried to reassure her.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jen said begrudgingly.

Another month passed and Jen did not stop growing. She didn’t know it but she was in her fourth month of pregnancy.

“I can’t lose this weight, and my will power is gone. I can’t stop eating!” Jen confided in John.

“I think the weight looks good on you,” John said.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause my boobs are bigger! What about this tummy?” Jen said as she grabbed her stomach and squished it together.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, but John knew she would not stop growing for almost another five months.

Jen called her doctor to ask about the weight gain and he said that some women do experience weight fluctuations while taking these birth control pills and that sometimes it takes a number of months before your body regulates. John was thrilled to hear this news.

Jen dismissed her weight gaining for another month. She had gained twelve pounds since John switched her pills. Jen was a rather small woman, so twelve pounds was a lot for her five foot tall frame. She wasn’t the type to always focus on her body but she noticed her face was a little thickened, and her breasts were falling out of her bras. Now well into her fifth month of pregnancy, Jen examined her body more so than any time before. She undressed completely and started tugging and turning in the mirror. She cupped her boobs which by now had become enlarged and sore. Her thighs were definitely bigger and closer together than she remembered. Her tummy was bigger too but not like the rest of her body. Everywhere else that was bloated showed cellulite, but her stomach was tight and smooth, not looking at all like fat.

Jen was discouraged by her new look and booked an appointment to see her doctor about the birth control pills. She was able to get in a week later. Now nearing six months pregnant, Jen hopped up onto the table in the doctor’s office, and leaned forward onto her legs as she waited for him to enter.

The doctor came in staring at Jen’s chart before looking at her on the table. He said, “So you’re here because of your birth control?”

“Yeah, it’s…,” but Jen was cut off by the doctor.

“You’re pregnant! Why are you on birth control?” he exclaimed.

“Pregnant!” she shouted back. She turned to her side and glared at the mirror on the wall and saw the round bulge expanding off her body. “Pregnant?!” she said again.

She had never thought to attribute her weight gain to pregnancy so she never considered the obvious fact that she was indeed pregnant. As soon as she thought about it everything made sense. She saw her bulbous belly and her engorged breasts, her skin was glowing, her thighs were building up to support her soon to be heavy load, the swelling, the soreness, her appetite, everything; how could she have not added it all together.

“Are you still taking the birth control pills?” the doctor asked.

“Everyday,” she replied.
“Well, you must stop immediately if you want to have this baby. It’s amazing that they haven’t caused you any problems yet as far as I can tell. We need to run some tests,” he demanded.

“Ok,” Jen said quietly, she was shocked.

The doctor took her blood and sent it to the lab and then called for a sonogram technician.

“Now lay back and roll your shirt up. This gel will be a little cold, so bear with me,” the technician said.

“Can you see anything?” she asked.

“The heartbeat is strong and it looks like you’re around six months pregnant,” she said moving the wand across Jen’s slippery stomach.

“Six months! I’m six months along!” Jen couldn’t believe it, she felt so stupid. She kept trying to think of anything she might have done in the past months that could have harmed her baby. Nothing came to mind but she was still shaken.

Jen drove home sobbing to tell John the news. He pretended to be surprised and asked her how it could have happened but mainly he just comforted her. He was so happy that he was going to be a father. Jen was heartbroken.

Even though Jen didn’t want the pregnancy, she knew it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She could place it up for adoption if they wanted, so nothing was final, and Jen didn’t mind eating for two in the meantime. She also felt so much better about her weight gain, now having a reason for it. However, over the three months after she found out, Jen’s burgeoning belly took over her small body as her unwanted child grew large. She became depressed and angry for having to carry this burden around in her. Jen's mind was telling her she didn't want to have a baby while her body pumped her full of hormones that fattened her up in preparation for birth and convinced her that she needed this.
…

Jen was nine months pregnant now. Her belly expanded so much she could hardly walk. She could no longer see her feet and her heavy breasts used the top of her protruding belly as a shelf. She leaned back to walk around, trying to reposition her center of gravity, only further accentuating her hugely pregnant stomach as she stuck it out. In her gravid state, Jen was prone to hot flashes, so she opted to wear old tank tops and leggings. Her tops would only reach down to her popped out belly button, leaving a huge naked bulge exposed to hang below her waistband. Her body had been producing enough milk in her mammeries to cause them to overflow into her bra regularly. Her breasts were at capacity and looked like two smaller impregnated bellies sitting atop her very impregnated womb. Her body was preparing itself for motherhood as everything swelled.

John had left for work a half hour before Jen got up, as usual. She rolled her legs off the bed and slowly righted herself. Everything being uncomfortable on her tight skin, Jen took to sleeping naked for the last couple of weeks, so when she got up she put her robe on. Her stomach was so enlarged her robe would not fully close so she didn’t even bother with it, leaving her belly sticking out a foot and a half in front of her. Her firm, puffy nipples pointed straight out and caught her robe’s vertical hem from completely parting around her wide mound.

“Hhhuuuuuhhhhh,” she let out as she felt her baby reposition while walking into the bathroom. She placed her hand on the toilet tank and slowly turned herself around and lowered her butt onto the toilet seat. When she put her full weight down on the seat her legs were forced wide apart as her stomach wedged into the toilet.

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned as she felt herself get caught. She breathed in and hugged under her load to bring it up and rested it on the seat between her legs. “Aaaaah, that’s better,” she sighed.

She stroked the front of her belly in a circular motion while emptying her bladder as if her body required it to perform the act. She pulled off some toilet paper, wadded it in her hand, and attempted to gain access to her wet pussy lips. She leaned her back against the tank and with her right hand alone, strained to pick up her abdomen.

"Hhhmmmfff," Jen let out. Her stomach was too heavy to raise.

She tried flexing her stomach as she brought her knees up so her thighs could bear some of the load. She quickly fished her hand through the small opening between her legs, gave a cursory wipe of her labia and dropped the paper in the toilet before her giant boulder of a stomach blocked the passage again. Her opened hand got pinched between the underside of her tummy and her thigh while trying to exit. She instinctually tugged at her hand but her stomach’s mass was too great. She tensed her gravid womb again and leaned back enough to free her hand when she got the urge to poop. It cramped her horribly and she squirmed in discomfort as she tried to push it out.

Jen's face turned red from her efforts and as soon as she heard something splash the toilet water, her pelvis seemed to fill up again. She definitely didn't feel anything come out so she sat up off the toilet seat to see what had happened. Once on her feet, Jen could feel a liquid run down her inner legs. Unable to see her groin, she probed around with her hands and felt a last little gush pour out from her vagina into her hands. Jen brought her hand up to her nose and sniffed it.

"Hmmm," she grunted in wonderment. It was clear and odorless. "Oohhh...," it quickly registered with Jen that it was amniotic fluid, "my water...I'm gonna have this baby today," she said in a panicked voice.

Jen’s once giant, round, perky belly was sitting much lower on her as her baby’s head dropped onto her cervix, causing her to be even more immobile than before. Jen shuffled her feet across the bathroom floor into the bedroom. She sat down by her nightstand and picked up the phone to call John. She first tried his cell phone but there was no answer, then she tried his office.

“Umm hello, is John in yet?” she asked John secretary.

“No, not yet. Can I take a message?” the secretary replied.

“Yes, this is his wife and I’m having a baby,” she stated.

“Oh, well I will be sure to let him know when I see him,” she said.

Jen knew that John usually had his phone in his briefcase while driving to work and that he should be arriving there any minute, so with the return drive, he wouldn’t be longer than 40 minutes. She thought she surely wouldn’t be in much pain for at least a couple hours.

Jen stood up carefully off the bed and even though she knew she was starting labor she was still hungry and slowly made her way toward the kitchen. With each step Jen could feel the head bouncing on her cervix causing a tremendous pressure. She had gather her tummy and hike it up to her breasts just to be able to walk without pain. She put some bread in the toaster and decided to stand for not wanting to deal with the hassle of trying to get back up if she sat down.

“Hhhhhfffffff,” Jen gritted her teeth as the noise escaped her. Her left hand grabbed a cabinet handle while her right hand wrapped around her stiff belly. Her head lowered to the height of the kitchen counter and her knees bent out to the side to make room for her abundant mound to swing down. As she brought her head down, she could see her three swollen orbs grow as gravity pulled them toward the floor. Her enlarged belly was very tight and her belly button was sticking out more than she had ever seen. Jen was stuck in this position for 30 seconds until the pain stopped and her uterus relaxed. This was her first contraction.

“Hhhuuuuu….hhhhuuuuu….hhhhuuuuu,” she let out with each exhale. Jen massaged her aching belly vigorously as if to stop another contraction from happening again. She closed her eyes and put her head back while in a wide stance, taking slow, deep breaths. Once calm, Jen took the cordless phone and waddled to the front room, still rubbing her stomach, now a bit more slowly.

She approached the big recliner by the TV and plunked herself down onto it with force. She pulled the lever on the side of the chair and reclined it all the way back. Her enormously bulging stomach went from covering most of her lap to jiggling up her hips and then finally resting where it had regularly been positioned before her baby had dropped. Close to horizontal, Jen’s baby weighed down on her organs, a feeling surprisingly more pleasing than when upright. Her brimming breasts slumped around to her ribs.

“Riiiinnngg” the phone went off.

“Honey?” John said.

“Oh John, thank god,” Jen screamed.

“Marge just told me you were going into labor, I’m coming right back home,” he blurted out.

“I’ve had one contraction, but I think I’ll be ok until you get here,” she replied.

“Ok, I’m on my way,” and with that Jen hung up the phone.

Jen closed her eyes and again started caressing her unborn child’s round home. She started to cry as she thought about childbirth and what she was going to have to go through and how she didn’t want to be in this situation. She felt enslaved by nature. Jen sensed a tension build in her pelvis that quickly turned into a burn. Her hips started throbbing as the burn got deeper and deeper in her. Wanting to ease the cramp and without much freedom in the recliner, she grabbed under her legs and lifted them over the arms of the chair, letting her shins dangle off the side. Jen, with her vulva now fully exposed from the readjustment, returned to polishing her swell. Her robe was more of an under blanket with sleeves than a robe at this point.

She tensed, and with her hands already on her skin, she gripped into her flesh as a contraction hit her hard.

“Hhhmmmmffffff,” only a sliver of air could slip through her throat as she dealt with the pain. “Hhhuuuuuu….hmmmmmffff,” she keep repeating as she needed air. Jen thought she would pass out from the pain, a lack of oxygen or a combination of the two. “HHHHHAAAaaaaaa!!!” she finished with as she opened her eyes and tried to let her body recover.

Time came to a screeching halt when she looked at the phone to see when she called John and found it had only been five minutes. Tears fell down her cheek again.

“This is happening too fast,” she thought to herself. The pressure was building still in her hips. Jen tried to made room for the head plunging into her cervix by leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees. With all her might, she tugged her arms back while holding onto her knees. Her thighs dragged back another six inches across the arms of the chair as she opened herself up wider. When she reached the end of her range of motion, Jen let go of her knees and her legs just stayed up without her help.

“Hhhhuuuuuu,” Jen exhaled from the difficult task as she put her head down.

Now in a laying down squat, Jen’s feet were planted on top of the arms of the chair as her knees pointed straight up. She looked as she would if she were giving birth in a hospital, only the stirrups were missing. She appreciated the extra room inside her pelvis even if her outside was a little contorted. Unlike her mind, Jen’s body understood the pose she was in to be ideal for birthing so when the next contraction hit, a signal went down her spine and directed her to push, she couldn’t help the urge.

“Ohhhh not anoth…..,” she was cut off by the pain.

With her legs already halfway up, she lifted her feet off the chair, pulled her thighs around her huge mound and began bearing down all that she could. Her chin dug into her chest as she held her breath in. She kept pushing through the contraction. She desperately wanted this child out of her. Jen continued in this manner for another couple contractions until she noticed that her legs were not coming to rest in the same position they once had. As her body flowered, her legs were being forced wider, inch by inch, until only her tippy toes could touch the arm of the recliner.

Another contraction hit her and as she started to push she could feel a mass unlike anything else begin to fill her birth canal.

“Aaaaawwwwwooooohhhhhhh,” she howled as she felt like she was going to be ripped open from the inside out. “Heee heee hoooo….heee heeee hooo,” she panted. “I can’t...take this...too big...it’s too big…it burns...too much,” she cried as the head lodged into her canal.

Her body, unwilling to relent, forced Jen to push harder and harder with each contraction against her will. Nearing the end of a contraction, Jen felt a great shift as she could feel her vagina crowd with what had to be the head.

“Ppppaaaaahhhhh,” she breathed out as she stopped pushing. Wanting to know anything, she tried a few different routes to reach her sore pussy until she found the best reach around the side. Using her neatly trimmed pubic bush as a guide, Jen fingered down until she felt a significant bulge. Starting at her clitoris, it expended out every centimeter she drew her finger down, further extending beyond her reach. She ran her finger back up the middle of her slit and could tell her labia were still touching, as well as being puffy and tender.

Just then the front door slammed open and John rushed in to her side.

“Are you ok, honey?” he asked in a concerned tone.

Hardly able to speak, Jen panted, “Yeah, labor is progressing, can’t move.”

“Oh honey, we are going to have a baby. I’ve been waiting nine months for this,” and as soon as John said it he knew he shouldn’t have.

“Nine months?...only found out three months ago,” Jen stared at him wide eyed.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I meant,” he corrected himself.

“You’re acting funny...why?” she struggle to get out.

Unable to lie to his wife anymore, John admitted, “Well, I switched your birth control pills...I knew you were pregnant the whole time. I wanted to get you pregnant. I wanted to impregnate you. I wanted to watch your belly grow huge with child. I wanted to watch your breasts fill with milk. I wanted to watch you give birth. I love you…”

“You did this? No, I can’t, I don’t want it. Please...how...how could you?” she cried.

“Ssshhh, honey, you need to give birth to our child now. We will talk after. And by the looks of it we can talk soon,” John said as he peered between her legs and saw his soon to be born child’s head pushing out of his wife’s birth canal.

He then saw her belly tighten as she went for her legs. “Push, push now,” he instructed. John walked behind Jen and reached over her. She was already pulling her legs when John grabbed onto them as well and forced them back even further. As much as Jen was confused and upset with John, she couldn’t deny that he was helping her through the contraction.

“Oooohhhh gggooddddd…..it burns,” Jen yelled.

John peaked over her and looked down past her heaving womb. “You are stretching nicely, now keep pushing,” he said calmly.

Jen could feel her labia creep open wider with each second that passed. She stopped pushing as her contraction tapered off and she felt the head retreat back into her.

“Hhhuuuuu.....nooo….come out….come out!” Jen pleaded, not wanting this to take any longer than it had to.

“I think I will come up front now,” John declared. “I want to see this a little better,” he added.

“Nooo...haaa….heeee….I need….your help...heee...heee,” Jen panted.

“I think it would be better for you to do it on your own. It will be more rewarding for you. Plus I’ll be right here,” John said in a monotone voice.

“No...too big...can’t push...heee….heee,” said Jen.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Jen was almost right. The baby’s head was really pushing the limits of what Jen’s body could pass through her birth canal. It was the biggest baby someone of her size could deliver vaginally; any bigger and she would have needed a c-section.
“Yes you can, women’s bodies are quite amazing, they can do a lot. Now breath slow and when the next contraction comes, do what women do best and try to push this baby out,” he said.

Jen was starting to not even recognize the man she married. He was acting like a psychopath. He was sadistic.

“Why are you...heeee….heeee...doing this...heee...to me…,” she cried, but before he could answer, she was crippled with pain.

John pushed the bottom of her feet to help Jen grab her legs as she obliged her body’s need to push. John watched as her labia opened again, slowly at first, with the first push of her contraction. Jen quickly breathed out and back in and resumed her labor.

“Good, good, honey,” John coached. “You’re opening up. I can see the head. You’re crowning beautifully. Three inches. C’mon, keep going. Three and a half, push harder. You can do it...four!”

Jen could feel her vulva tighten with each push. It burned more and more as the baby inched out of her, but she had nothing left to give for this contraction. She quit and untensed herself as the head slid back in. She started feeling around again and the felt gooey hair of her child’s head poking out. Her whole vulva was too tender to touch so she stopped probing and just wiped her brow.

“You’re doing great, honey, but let’s try a little harder next time,” John stated.

Jen couldn’t talk at all now. She had nothing to say anyway. She just panted in silence waiting for the next contraction. When it came, it came strong. It caused her to lean far forward, wrapping herself around her gigantic belly, as her legs and torso approached each other.

“You’re almost at 4 and a half inches. Your labia are rounded out completely. Looks like you have at least another half inch or so,” said John. “The girth of this head is amazing. Five inches! There’s more...keep going, honey, keep going. PUSH!! It’s starting to finish,” he added.

“FUCK YOU!!.....FUUUCCCKKKK,” Jen screamed loudly.

“Keep pushing! Almost there. Almost six inches across! You’re still stretching. This seems impossible!!” John proclaimed as he saw her vagina pull paper tight, swelling out immensely from the head behind it. And with that, the head shot out from eyes to neck in a split second.

“Hhhhhaaaaaaa,” Jen let out in relief. “My god,” she said trembling. The effort made her overly filled breasts erupt with milk from her nipples, showering her laboring belly with a white mist. They continued to leak nonstop for the rest of the birth.

“The head is completely out, you did it,” John said.

Again, Jen felt down to her crotch and stroked the head of her baby now sticking out of her. She felt the blood return to the whole of her vulva and welcomed the feeling of her relaxed labia around her baby’s neck. With her hand still on her baby’s, she could feel it begin to rotate as it’s shoulders forced open her birth canal.

“Hhhhoooouuuuuhhhhhhh,” she winced. Each movement caused her breasts to flow more milk until it ran down her ribs, soaking her robe below.

This time she grabbed her belly and push down with her hands while her legs were still up in the air supporting themselves. She pushed and pushed, feeling the body squeeze through her vagina. And with one final push, the baby shot the rest of the way out of her onto the recliner. She fell back in exhaustion, now finally able to bring her legs fully down.

“Why...why did you do this?” she was barely able to say.

“I married you so you could make babies. And now you’re done with the first one!” John said.

“I want a divorce,” Jen moaned before passing out.

Thank You. Always loved your stories on your Tumblr page.

Are you also the author of 'Rewards and Consequences', 'War Babies', and 'Royal Bastards'? I haven't seen those stories around in a while.