I’m looking for a story I read a while ago where a woman thought she was participating in a clinical trial but was actually impregnated. The doctor gave her drugs that slowed the baby’s growth by half until the very end where it caught up all at once. It was too late to abort so she accepted a deal to be studied and get paid because she really needs the money.

Never mind I found it.

(June 15, 2021, 7:20 pm)Mangaboos Never mind I found it.

What was it called?, if you don't mind me asking

Trials and Tribulations by cuyo666

Trials and Tribulations
by Cuyo

“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 cannot 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 had her sign the paperwork from the real trial to make it look official. He discussed at length the side effects but only focused 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 week’s 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 is 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 its 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 its 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 it is 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 month’s 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 halfway 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 every day 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 its 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 were 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. Coincidently 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 its 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 its 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 herself 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 rockhard 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 lay 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 its abatement by cupping both hands 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 also 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 its feet and its 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 the 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 its 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 its 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 its 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, whereas 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 its mouth and finally its 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. Its 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.