Nikki always knew what she liked.
She always thought that she was some sort of outcast. The things that would make her blood burn and her stomach feel funny weren't the same as the rest of the girls in her friend group wanted.
She didn't like the movie's bad boy or the strong hero. She liked the bad girl, the femme fatale that would get the hero on his knees and make him beg.
Growing up and with the helping hand of the Internet, and many visits to dark and already forgotten forums and sites, she was able to put a name to her tastes: she liked to dominate men. Nikki was a dominatrix in nature.
Chains, leather, handcuffs and latex. That was all she needed to feel fulfilled. Oh, and a man to overpower and humilliate.
Becoming a full-time dominatrix was exactly her idea of ideal life and she got it.
She would dress up in her expensive latex suit, lift the zip in the back and Nikki was gone. Mistress would appear on the stage ready to put on a show.
When she discovered she was pregnant, Nikki didn't even hesitate, not even one second on keeping doing what she loved the most. She saw it as an opportunity to empower, to learn to love and take advantage of this new facet of her own body.
It was scary at first, like everything new, but after a while, she went from despising to loving every single change.
The way her entire body swelled, her belly becoming bigger each month, her breasts growing full with milk, the embodiment of fertility in her aching chest and the new sensitivity over all her body.
And against what she thought, her clients loved it. Men and women, young and old. She even got a whole new bunch of clients.
Some days, however, she regretted her choice of profession.
"Fuck...! Oh my!" Nikki groaned, her back arching as her fingers gripped at the sheets.
Some days, however, she regretted her choice of profession. Today, because her baby was crowning between her legs and she was stuck inside her very expensive latex suit.
In the bedroom, Mister was in total control of everything. Nobody talked, breather or screamed without her permission, her position was always on top of the chain. But today, roles were reversed.
It was Mistress who was whimpering on the bed, theet gritted and hands, gripping at the sheets with pained moans.
"Oh, God! Come on!" Nikki whined, clenching her jaw. "Shit!"
She tried to ignore it in the morning as she got ready, it was just some cramps and an aching back. Nothing new. Nothing that would get her to cancel her session with her client today.
She denied how low her belly was hanging as she stared at herself in the mirror. She ignored the way the latex suit seemed to be tighter than ever today, rubbing in the wrong ways against her breasts and her most sensitive areas and everywhere.
God, she even denied how low the baby felt and how much pressure she was feeling. She was so sure that she could totally, absolutely finish the session and just then go to the hospital or something.
And now...
Her hands desperately tried to reach for her back, looking for the zip of the suit to get it out, but all she could focus on was the burning sensation between her legs and all the pressure.
"Ughn... help me!" she screamed through gritted teeth, tilting her head to look at her slave.
Johnathan or Johnny, she couldn't be bothered remembering his name right now, shook his head vigorously and tried to free himself from the cuffs that kept him tied to the pole in the middle of the room.
He really wanted to help his mistress, but he didn't even know where the keys were at!
"Mh-hmph-ph" Johnny grumbled through the gag ball "Hmm!?"
Mistress had left the keys somewhere totally out of his reach, as agreed for the game, but now the only thing Johnny could do was let out desperate sounds, muffled by the gag ball, and whine about the erections on his trousers.
"Ohmygodohmygod" Nikki could feel the head slowly spreading her open.
She was stuck, like a beached whale, literally. She couldn't turn around and all she could think of was pushing, pushing, pushing.
But the suit was so tight, right against her naked skin —because hours ago it was a good idea to go completely naked under the suit, — and it was keeping the head in place. Unable to go anywhere and stuck in that semi-crown.
She knew she should try to get the thing off, but when another contraction took over her, all she could think of doing was pushing.
With a low moan, she gave in to her body's impulses, throwing her head back and pushing.
Johnny let out a high-pitched noise, watching how his mistress squirmed on the bed while he struggled to free himself.
In his pants, his cock twitched at the view.
"Mh-ph, yhm vhmt hmm mlim mhm", the man grumbled through the gag.
Mistress, you look very hot like that was a close translation, but Nikki barely registered his babbling.
With a cry, one of Nikki's hands went down, trying to reach over her gravid belly to feel the bulge growing between her legs. She could barely make it through the contracting mount of flesh, trying and failing miserably to grip at any piece of fabric she could.
It was useless, she thought, but she couldn't help but surrender to the urge to push. She couldn't help but push, even if the head was going nowhere.
"Fu...fuck!" Nikki whimpered, her head falling to her chest as she pushed with another contraction.
For a moment, the head moved, but as soon as it happened, it slid back inside.
Nikki was laying there, with a head half crowning between her legs, her huge belly trapped under all that thick material and her hands unable to do anything.
She breathed, moaning and trying to find a moment of clarity between all that discomfort.
"Ughn! Fuck...!" with gritted teeth, Nikki took a deep breath, letting it go in one big exhale, putting all her energy into trying to get up.
Birth fluids dripped down her legs, soaking the mattress as she managed to sit down, her legs spread wide and her gravid belly hanging between her thighs.
It was uncomfortable, and once again, she had to bite her cheek to ignore the urge to push. There was nowhere the head could go.
Johnny babbled something more, shaking himself like crazy, but Nikki didn't focus on him.
With a groan, she stood up, her knees almost buckling underneath her and her shaky legs. Nikki breathed, almost falling to a squat but giving into a miserable walk towards the full-body mirror on the other side of the room.
With the head crowning between her legs, she had to silence the scream of her body telling her to just squat down and push, because she couldn't.
It seemed like kilometres until she found her reflection staring at her. Nikki turned around to see the back of her suit, guiding her fingers to grip the zip and pulling it down.
As it reached the end, a loud scream escaped Nikki's lips. "It's fucking coming!" she grunted, closing her eyes shut with a gasp.
Nikki moaned as she tried to get the thing off her body, the latex sticking to her skin and God, she needed to push so bad. She didn't realize the moment she managed to rip it out, letting the suit hang from her knees and giving in.
She was pushing. The only moment she realized was when the head popped out of her with a gush, giving her a single moment of relief.
It lasted little because once again she needed to push, her baby eager to be finally able to come out. This time, her knees buckled underneath her and she squatted down, pushing with all her might.
The shoulders came out easily, and the baby didn't give her a moment of peace because the urge to push was coming all at once, not letting Nikki catch a breath.
With another gush, the baby was out. Nikki gasped, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Hmpffhm! Hmph!" on the floor, Johnny grunted.
There was a wet patch in his underwear too.
"Ihms?" He grumbled, probably something like keys.
