Looking for a rapid pregnancy story from an author called Sleight Blue.

It featured a blonde woman getting abducted by a sun worshiping tribe whose leader pushes a strange magical mixture into her pussy before he takes her and impregnates her.  She's then confined to this cell and fed bowls of water as she physically heats up and goes through nine months of pregnancy in one night. I can't find it anywhere, but remember the title as "Jungle" something. Any and all help would be appreciated!

Bump.

Jungle Child
by SilEightBlue

Tabitha settled into her recently setup tent. She was in an outreach program that provided immunization, food and clean water to tribal villages in the Amazon rainforest. After the recent trek to this location, she was wiped out. She zipped up her tent and stripped down to her underwear. Her curvatious body could have only been designed by a god. She spent a lot of time growing up keeping in shape. Taking great care, she maintained her skin’s health over the years to achieve a silken smooth peach flesh. She checked how she looked, quickly, in a pocket mirror. Her shoulder length, sunset blond hair was a little dingy from the day, but her emerald eyes peered deeply into the reflection.
As she though about how the 23 years of her life brought her to where he was today, she changed into a fresh pair of shorts and a fresh, clean shirt. Feeling refreshed, she exited the tent. Upon leaving, she noticed one of her friends talking with a native. Her grasp of the language was not very good as she had only been in the troupe for four months, picking up bits and pieces of the language (and its variants) over that time. She tried to capture what she could. Something about a “great position,” “man of tribe,” and “don’t bother.” The native made his peace and left.
“What was that about?” Tabitha asked.
“He said that the tribal leader of a village near by doesn’t want our assistance. If we keep away from them… not much more than a mile or two south of here, they won’t bother us.” Her friend replied.
“What, they don’t want help?”
“No, he said that the leader keeps his people healthy by shaman medicine and some such. But whatever.”
Just outside of their camp however, a tribal hunter of the group they were speaking of, watched them silently. Once his eyes looked upon Tabitha, he was entranced. He was supposed to be gathering food for the celebration that night, but he was simply bewitched.
“Hey, Tabitha! Come and help us out here!” a voice from the camp shouted.
The hunter froze, his eyes became wide. “Tabi Ithia?” he murmured to himself.
In shock, he broke into a full sprint back to his village. He had come too close to something he should not be near.
Tabitha helped with the cleanup of the evening meal. Packing the last few things away for the night, she retired to her tent. The warm and humid nights were uncomfortable, but she managed to get to sleep.

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It was just as the air began to cool and as the night began to fully set, that the mood became tense.
A quick scratching noise was made and Tabitha started to awake. But no sooner than she was awake, she was put in to unconciousness by a sweet smell pressed against her face.
"Dark." The darkness was the first thing that she thought of as she regained conciousness.
"Commotion...wha...whats going on" she thought. She could hear the sound of a crowd. Where was she?
The ground felt dry beneath her feet. She rolled on to her belly and pressed herself upright. After finally getting up, she tried to look around at where she was.
Unfortunately, nothing could be made out clearly, some cracks of light peered in through some narrow cracks in the walls. She looked infront of her, it looked like a door made of branches and mud was there. She walked over to it. There wasn't any handle or anything she was expecting. Not being able to think of anything else, she tried pushing on the mess. It wouldn't budge, and as she played with it, the noise of a crowd fell to a silent hush. The cracks of light became warm and glowed a sweet orange as torches were placed just outside of her entrapment. It illuminated her surrounding, she was in a hut that was made of stone, pieces of wood, grass and mud. Not the kind of place she remembered being in.
The barrier to her holding cell rattled and was pulled to the side. A tribe member bearing golden jewelery and elaborate face paint entered.
Tabitha was frightened about what was going on, in a weak voice she asked as best she could, "Where am I?"
The tribesman replied, but she could only make out "old tribe man." He then extended his hand out to her, in the palm of his hand was something that looked
like a spring-roll. She stood there puzzled. He motioned his hand towards her, gesturing that she take it. Hesitant and uninterested, she took the roll from his hand.
He spoke again, something like, "Eat. Better hunger no. Tomorrow sun great."
She didn't know what to do. It didn't smell bad, but she really wasn't hungry. As she thought, the old tribesman got short with her. "Eat, now!"
She closed her eyes, praying that she could go home, and bit down on the food. It wasn't bad tasting, but it tasted incredibly fatty. After three bites, it was gone. Upon her eating the last bite, the tribesman left. She chased after him, but the barricade was swiftly put in front of her. A guard stood there, holding it in place.
"If this is poison, please make it kill me quickly god."
A moment later, she heard the shuffling of feet outside. The barricade was moved aside, as four men entered her cell. She stumbled to the back of the small room, fearing what might come. Two younger girls followed behind the men.
"Tabi Ithia" they said.
"Great tomorrow sun you give."
She echoed, "Tabi Ithia?"
Right as she began to process what they were saying, the four men lunged for her, each grabbing an arm or leg. She let out a shout of shock.
The youngest girl spoke, "Bad skin problem sun, grand Tabi Ithia." As she said that, the other girl drew a blade and began cutting Tabitha's cloths off. Tabitha tried to wrestle her freedom from the four men holding her down, but her struggle was of no use. After a few moments, she was barren and naked. Her C cup breasts relaxed from the removal of her bra. The fright changed into absolute confusion as the two girls skittered to her crotch and began to shave her.
"What? Why are you doing?" She voiced.
The young girl held up a piece of her shredded clothing, "bad skin none now!"
She tensed with each stroke of the blade, and after a few moments, felt cold and barren at her crotch.
The two girls stood up, bowed their heads and spoke, "Great tomorrow sun! We love tomorrow sun." They left. She was so incredibly confused.
A moment after the girls had left, the same old man entered again. She noticed he was carrying something in a skin bag, and his makeup was changed. He set down beside her as she was restrained and placed a bowl on the ground. There he drew a translucent material like a thin sheet of paper and placed it in the bowl. Mixing in small amounts of fruit juices and herbs, he began to grind them into the bowl. Reaching into the bag again, he withdrew a small jar. Removing a sizable stone from his bag, he lifted the jar's lid and placed the stone in the opening.
CRACK. The sound of a shell being split. He pulled the stone out and set it aside. His fingers reached into the jar and extracted a huge beetle who’s body was just broken. Splitting it open with his fingers, he removed some of the meat and placed it in the bowl. Mixing it, he began to chant. After a few moments, he stopped mixing. The note of his chant changed and he started forming something in the bowl. She still couldn't see what he was doing, and really didn't want to know after being grossed out by the beetle. The old man voiced something in a cheerful tone, as he finished his mix. The mixture was formed into a ball the size of a walnut, wrapped in that weird paper-like substance. He coddled the ball and carried it to each of the four men holding her against her will. Each one said something she couldn't understand. When he finished, he placed himself in between her legs, and chanted again. As he chanted, he caressed her vulva with one hand while holding the pill in the other. Tabitha shuddered with his touch. Then, suddenly, he parted her vaginal lips and pressed the pill into her body. She let out a yelp as she struggled to free herself. The coolness of the pill was felt as it was pushed in to her. His finger penetrated until the pill rested at the end of her vagina. As her body began to warm the pill, she continued to twitch and struggle.
"Oh god," she thought, "all of that crap he just mixed... that bug he.. god!" she squirmed harder with the thought of the insect parts being a part of the mix.
But with this distraction, came the worst of the torture yet, as she felt a hard dick press into her. The old tribesman covered her mouth as she tried to scream and yell.
Despite his thrusting motion, he wasn't penetrating all that deeply. Maybe half the depth he could go. After a few minutes, Tabitha began to resign herself, just waiting until he finished. A few minutes thereafter, he paused then slammed into her. Penetrating all the way, the pill pressed hard against her cervix and broke, spilling its contents into her womb, mixing with his semen. She felt completely helpless as he withdrew. He removed the remnants of the pill's shell and spoke to the four men, "Tomorrow sun soon." As he left, the four men relaxed their grip, and left. They returned with four clay pots of water and then left. The barricade was put back in its place, and she lay there in the dry dirt.
Recovering, she thought, "This is just too surreal to be true."
After laying there nude for a little while, she crawled to the closest pot and drank some of the water. The light flickered from outside, gave her the only comfort she could have.

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Some time passed, and she found that she couldn't sleep. Staring into nothing, her eyes focused as the sound of a lone drum began to beat in a slow, steady rhythm. She felt a little nausiated. Leaning forward, she twitched suddenly as her vulva had become very sensetive as it rubbed the dirt. She became thirsty and crawled over to the pot of water. She was surprised to find that she finished it completely.
What felt like an hour had passed, and the drummer was accompanied by a second. The second drummer had a slightly off beat, and combined it was quite annoying.
She was getting a stomachache from the weird food the shaman made her eat. Her focus started to wander, and she felt slightly ill. She crawled to the back wall and started to turn to lean against the wall. She let out a grunt, as the motion of her body applied pressure against her stomach. On her back, she looked down at herself and noticed her once flat belly had a little bit of a fat pocket. Resting her hand on it, ... it wasn't fat. In fact, it was harder than fat, and felt tense when she pressed it.
"Ngh.. whats.. whats going on?"
The temperature of the cell was warming up. It had to be. She felt hot, as if in a sauna. She rested her head back and took a deep sigh. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Moments later, her abdomen tensed. A pressure built inside of her, bringing enough discomfort to make her spine curl as if to thrust something forward. The pressure continued, her toes curled in to the dirt as her hands frantically tried to grab something that wasn't there. Just as it peaked, the pain dulled, but the pressure remained. She graced her hands over her breasts and on to her belly. It had changed shape, from a pocket of fat, to a slow gentle curve from her pubic bone to her base of her ribs.
She scooted herself to the next pot of water. Her thirst was intense as she consumed what would be 2 gallons of water over 30 minutes. Just as she finished, a third drummer began, making the melody of the second drummer become in tune. She rested there on all fours as she listened to the tune for a few moments. Then, just as she heard the sound of a soft, gentle, woman's voice, her arms gave way.
"Agh!, NNagh.." Tabita blurted. Her belly began to grow again, becoming noticably heavier. The pressure against her was incredible as the shape pushed her away from the ground. "MMmm! MMm! Mmm mm mm" she cried as she squirmed while on her belly. She began to push herself towards the wall, as her belly continued to gain definition. The weight resting in her belly was tight. The pain subsided, but the intensity of the pressure on her frame remained.
"Oh god.. oh god no.... I'm...I'm pregnant?!" She realized what was happening, finally.
She got herself upright and looked down. Barely able to see her feet, the horizon of her belly was even to the nipples of her breasts. She stumbled to the barricade and pleaded for someone to help her. “Please, help me! Please god, anyone!” Her pleads went ignored. A slight flutter in her womb signaled her that something was about to happen.
Hastily, she got down on the ground and laid flat on her back. Before any physical feeling became known, her face tensed. She knew it was going to grow again. Her anticipation was not wasted, as her womb steadily started swelling. Sweat rolled from her body. Her belly shimmered as it was expanding. Its growth slowed but continued. More people began to sing with the beat as her womb had finally expanded as far as it could within her body’s frame and began to pour outward. Her legs thrashed and her arms flailed as her slow and steady moan paced her pregnancy. Suddenly, she felt the squirming of her unborn. She laughed a little at the thought. A baby, rapidly growing inside of her.
She rolled on to her side and crawled to the third pot of water. Despite the slow, steady expansion of her belly, her thirst was incredible. Downed in a few moments, she felt relieved from the cool water.
Her eyes went wide. Yes, every time she got thirsty, she was about to progress quickly in her pregnancy. Right near the pot, she turned over and laid on her back. She began stroking her belly, as if to plea with the baby not to rush. No such luck. Her head thrashed backwards as she felt her womb fill, her tender flesh stretching, forming a tense bulge.
“Aaah! AHHH!”, she cried.
It continued to grow, pouring outwards more and more, she bore a spherical shape.
Biting her lip to contain the intensity of her rapid pregnancy, she let out a gasp.
The head dropped into position, sending shivers throughout her body. The child moving relieved her a little. The growth slowed and tapered off. The baby wiggled inside, making her giggle at the idea. The weight was grossly uncomfortable though, and each time she tried to sit up, the hardness of what was inside resisted.
Then the drums and song outside went quiet.
“Ev…every..time they change something..something happens…”
The voices outside suddenly went wild, and the drums began a hard, wild beat.
“NGGGHAAAA” Tabitha cried, her water exploded in a gush all while a contraction hit her hard. The bubble up inside, in between her legs ached.
“AAAGH!” she screamed again as her womb throbbed and contracted.
She couldn’t do anything, her body had just developed a baby over the last few hours, and now she was in labor.
“GAAAH! AAAH” she wailed as a hard contraction hit.
As the contraction slowed, pressure built up inside. The baby was still growing.
“No, please don’t.”
Another intense contraction hit.
“NNNNrrrrghhhh Urrrnnngh” She felt both her womb opening, the sensation of her vaginal pathway leading inside changing shape and the sensation of a heavier weight pressing against her cervix.
A sudden hit of a contraction induced the loudest scream she could bear as he body induced a forced push. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAaaa”
A thick, orb began to push into her vaginal canal. She could feel the weight shifting downward and the burn of the skin being stretched.
She panted trying to catch up, and another contraction hit as the head was forced and pushed further in to her vagina, it expanded slightly “GAHH Gggg..GAHHH!”
In panicing, she added her own force to the birth as she pushed the head to crown.
She felt it press against her opening, resting it continued to grow. “If I don’t get it out, I am going to die. Come..on!”
She gasped for air and pushed hard. The orbital outline of the head stretched her perenium into a wonderful sphere. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!” she yelled as she felt the head finally push past its gate. It was halfway out. Panting she tried pushing again and her whole body shook as the head slipped out. Her legs snapped closed where she felt the firm, wet head between her thighs. Her almost born baby let out a little cry.
While the head was out, the body was still inside her vagina. She had to rest. The baby began to grow a little fast, but she couldn’t push more. The body twitched as it tried to get the room it needed. She shuddered in response. A contraction hit and forced her body into another involuntary push. With the size of the baby now, it was becoming harder to get the shoulder out, but her body wouldn’t stop. She felt her entire crotch wrap around the body. It felt almost as if it were stretched past her body’s own limits.
A contraction on top of the contraction hit, “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa!” she screamed, the girth of the body stretched her and induced its own final expulsion.
When she recovered her breath, she looked down to see a little boy resting between her legs. She crawled up upon the empty pots and relaxed. Her womb deflated, and the pressure relieved, the baby boy looked to be the size of a four month old.
The barricade opened and the shaman entered the room. “You, sun well.”
She couldn’t do anything, she was absolutely wiped out. The two girls from before, helped her deliver the placenta, and then cleaned her up.
She was carried outside, while the Shaman took the child. The sun was starting to rise. A familiar sweet smell graced her face and she lost consciousness again.
She awoke in her tent, looking at the opening to it, she saw where it was slashed. Her vagina was still tender from the event. But that was it, she was going home.

That's the one! Thank you! I was totally misspelling the the name of the author!

(August 8, 2022, 1:54 am)pregwyrm That's the one! Thank you! I was totally misspelling the the name of the author!

I have a few other of his stories if you need them.

There's more? Then sure!

I had difficulty tracking down just the one from memory. I underestimated just how many stories and authors seem to disappear when sites go down.
It took me by surprise just how easily it was to forget the proper spelling of the author's name, and how difficult it was to try using a search for that particular story.

Sahwanie's Magical Pregnancy Charm/Ashley's Special Wear

By SilEightBlu

“You're just not adventurous Ashley,” said a voice.
Ashley's green eyes wandered to the person in the passenger seat of her Jetta. She gave her friend Jamie an evil look and returned her attention to the road.
Ashley responded, “Whatever. I don't have a need to do crazy things.”
Jamie responded, “Its doing those crazy things on impulse that makes life fun. You should do something wild at least once.”
Ashley pointed to an estate sale just up ahead. “How does this place look?”
The two girls parked and got out of the car. Ashley's long flowing brown hair rustled in the light breeze illuminated by the sunlight as she walked towards the various trinkets and goods strewn about. Jamie had wandered off and Ashley was free to browse at her leisure. As she paced the hastily assembled isles of cloths, she spotted a few bits of wear that were of interest to her and picked them up. In doing so a small, flat box was revealed. It was carved, decorated and engraved in native-American style. She picked it up as well, enjoying the artistry of the work. Jamie had returned with a few prints. Ashley paid for her goods and the two returned to the car.
“As I was saying,” Jamie continued,”sometimes you should take a risk from the usual and see if it's something fun. The rest of us are going camping in Montana for a week with Emily's boyfriend tomorrow. You really should come.”
“I have work on Monday, which I..”
“Can't skip out on. I will miss out on class, blah blah.” Jamie interrupted. “Ok, I give up and I've said my peace Ashley. Now lets go get lunch, I'm hungry and feel like Quiznos.”
A short while later, Ashley had returned home. She threw her day's haul on the couch and collapsed on the love-seat, releasing a sigh of stress. Before dealing with her new purchases, she began her routine. Unloading the dishes, neatening the living room and so on. It was when she moved to put away the box she noticed the wooden binding that indicated a hinge. Looking on the opposite side, she fumbled with the contraption trying to find the secret to opening it. After a few moments, she found the concealed latches and opened the box.
Inside the lid, a handwritten piece of paper was secured in the creased fold, while on the other side a small charm rested in insulating yellow silk. She looked at the charm, studying it carefully. It was hand made and had some detail to it. Its crude carvings looked to be a face with a baby below. It looked as if the face were looking down at the child.
“Odd,” she said aloud. She pulled the piece of paper from the side. Her eyes squinted and donned a confused look as she tried to read the name printed as the first word.
“...something.. fertility charm.” Below the title, the writing continued, “Given as a gift by the local indians, when this charm is affixed to the missus' undergarnments it guarantees conception. It has helped my family become what it is, blessings to you and your own when you use this. Extended wear while she is with child speeds her time and makes sure the child is healthy! Be cautious however and only use it after relations, otherwise the born child will not be yours!”
Her face pinched in confused disbelief. “Old gimmiks of the 1800s,” she thought. She closed the lid and motioned to put it away. Before she turned it into an ornament, she hesitated. “Okay, adventurous.” She removed the charm and slid the side of her sweats down enough to expose her underwear. She affixed the charm to her underwear and put away the box. “This is silly, but it shows that adventure is overrated.”
After finishing her Saturday house-cleaning, Ashley kept to her usual of making herself dinner and watching the shows from her PVR. Cleaning up, she turned the temperature down a few degrees. “Its kind of warm in here for once.” She thought to herself. Slipping into her bed covers, she read for a short time and set to sleep.
The mid-morning air was cool and refreshing. She could see the children's play area while she followed the park's paths. It was busier today than normal, but it was also a nice day out and the perfect temperature to be outside. As she made her return on the path, a little boy ran up to her and said, “come please. We need a big person to play.” Slightly confused, she went along with him and there a dozen other kids were wrestling about.
“Okay, what do I need to do?” she asked. The other kids collected closer together. The little boy responded, “pick whos it!”
Ashley smiled realizing their game of tag. She pointed out her finger and wandered over the kids. “I think...” she said as they looked with anticipation. “You're it!” she shouted at a little blond haired girl. The girl walked up to Ashley, smiled and asked, “I'm it?”
“Yup! You're it.”
The girl opened her arms and hugged Ashley. “Okay,” said the girl. The girl tightened her hug and began to sink into Ashley. In a state of shock, Ashley fell over and the girl vanished into her.
“AH!” she yelled as she woke from her slumber. “Oh crap that was messed up.” She looked at her clock and then did a double-take. It read 2pm. “Did the power go out?” she wondered. Picking up her cell phone, it too read 2 pm. “Thats not right.” She powered off the phone, turned it back on and waited for it to register the time again. “2 pm? I slept for ... 12...3..2..17 hours?”
Crawling out of bed, she lumbered to her dresser and gathered the clean cloths for the day. She then staggered to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Waking from her sleeping grog, she undressed herself and climbed into the shower. She leaned against the wall, letting the welcomed warm water massage her back. She turned around and arched back, putting warmth on her chest. A disgusting feeling welled in her throat, and she shot out of the shower to relive her dinner experience. Fine a moment ago, and ill the next she realized that her sleepy state had masked her feeling. As she waited for the next, imminent, wave to commence she thought about what was spoiled in the previous night's dinner. Just as it came to the tip of her tongue another bout purged. “Fuck this,” she thought. “it's too late at this point to do anything and I feel shitty.” She flushed and crawled around putting her night cloths back on. The sickness subsided when she laid down. She returned to reading her book, forgetting the dream she had just awakened from.
After switching to watch TV, she finally felt up to eating something light. Finishing her meal, she looked at the time. It was 7pm. She decided to take a bath and soak to restore her health for the coming work-day. She started the water and began to strip, she gazed into her mirror looking at her own eyes. Neither dim nor ill looking, her eyes simply expressed fatigue. Sighing loudly, she slipped into the tub and melted into the water. Her plentiful breasts buoyantly relaxed in the water radiating their wonderful shape. Once the water reached the proper fill line, she leaned forward and turned off the water. Something didn't feel right though. She looked down at her normally slender form and noticed a gentle bump protruding forth. She inhaled and sucked it in and it followed, she poked at it and it wasn't as soft as it had been. She laid back into the tub and thought for a moment.
She shot up, with her eyes wide and she looked again. “Fuck.”
Shooting through her front door with a bag full of small boxes she had just bought from the store, Ashley quickly consumed a tall glass of water from the kitchen. Jetting to the bathroom, she exhumed a box and studied its script. An hour later, “Fuck, this is a joke.” The sound of another box being annihilated lead to another disappointment after a short time.
“I'm fucking pregnant,” she admitted while holding her head in her hands.
She dug out the box and opened it up. The letter was changed. Now instead of a simple sales pitch, it additionally read, “Once the missus is with child, every 8 hours she is wearing the fertility charm will speed her pregnancy by 1 month.” She stopped to calculate how long she wore it. She put it on around 5 pm the night before, it was 7pm when she took it off. 26 hours. She looked down. Three months?
She needed a plan. She had to work tomorrow, and pretty much every day of the week was planned out.
As long as she kept the charm off of her, she would be fine. Since it was for real, next weekend would be the best opportunity to solve the problem. Then how would she look in her present clothing?
Her most loose fitting and unrevealing cloths were scattered about her room. She tried and paired her outfits for the next five days. She organized her selected ware into her drawers and sat on her bed rubbing her gentle bump. She could call in for an abortion, but that would best wait until Tuesday.
Keeping herself from any possibility of having the charm in contact with her, she stripped naked and went to bed.
Her workday passed without incident, the closest anyone got to noticing were those who wondered why she wore so much considering the temperature. The following morning before class, she called the clinic. “We're unable to schedule you for an examination and consultation for two weeks,” she was told. “Okay, let me think about it and I'll call you back to schedule,” she replied before hanging up the phone.
To do an abortion would be tricky. She didn't have enough spare funds to afford it without difficulty, nor would it be beneficial to be caught by the local crazies and have her picture posted everywhere. Her next best bet might be to go out of state for the procedure. If nothing else, she had 2 more “months,” to think about it. A plan formed: Friday after work, go to the bookstore and buy a few books on the whole mess. She would then know enough to have figured everything out. Set in her mind, she proceeded through the remainder of her workdays.
The weight of the books gave a dull thud as she dropped them onto the coffee table. The ache of her feet left her weary. Turning on the light in her living room, she collapsed onto her couch. Peeling off each of her shoes, relief followed as she rubbed them. Taking a breath, she sorted out the various books she had purchased. She reached down and picked up the first book which declared itself as the most basic of must-know information.
Flipping through the pages, she viewed illustrated stages of pregnancy and growth of the fetus. Feint memories from school health class came from time to time. The book was perhaps too basic, but it gave her a starting point. A decision had to be made: Use the charm and be done by Monday, or go ahead and abort. The book she had just read mentioned a few select challenges to getting an out-of-state abortion, so risking the local solution may be the better option upon going that route. Setting down the book, she went to her bedroom and put the charm back on her panties. She could burn 8 hours of waiting this way and still have a buffer.
Returning to her sofa, she looked at the time, 7pm. She picked up the next book which detailed pregnancy more. After reading from the third month section onward, she became jaded by the book as it mostly discussed the infant's growth and development inside. The mother was discussed to the extent of health issues and general concerns which she was already experiencing. What she was looking for is the long-term effects of having the baby. Frustrated she skipped to the last trimester section and hunted for the holy grail of knowledge she sought. The section finished off with the signs of labor and the general events of birth. It expressed that birth is experienced differently for every woman, though most births are not as severe as depicted in movies. “Damn it, this industry is worthless.”
In disbelief, she withdrew the DVD she had bought and put it on. Blowing past the main menu, she went straight to the 2nd trimester and watched intently. When she reached the birth section, her attention focused deeply. The mother to be seemed to be extremely uncomfortable during the contractions. Her labor partner kept her paced for breathing techniques and she seemed to be just fine as they wore off. The narrator came on that after 10 hours of labor, she passed into active pushing. Her face pinched as she pushed but relaxed quickly. Responding to her partner's question about the pain, she smiled and said it wasn't as bad as labor. Looking at the clock and timing her delivery, she gave birth to her baby in about 5 minutes of pushing, only showing stages of delivery as the head seen inside, the head once delivered, and the expulsion of the body. The film continued through the mother's recovery. “I'll probably need to call in sick for Monday, but I should be fine otherwise.” With resolve, she determined she'll go this route as the given information hadn't been all that negative. She would carry and birth the child and turn it over to the local firehouse since they had a no questions asked policy.
Just to be sure to the highest degree, she read the last book. Better than the first two, it outlined in much greater detail all the stages, phases and states she would be in. It loosely described the feelings she would experience from labor to the actual delivery, as well as potential pitfalls and problems. The majority of issues were relating to the baby, which she was not quite so concerned with. The damned charm promised a healthy kid so why worry. As long as she didn't rush, her own physical health wasn't at stake. She stripped to all but her panties, the charm held firmly in place, and crawled into bed.
The sun peered through the blinds, lining her face with warmth as she slowly began to wake. She actually felt quite well. Neither tired nor hyper. A calm state of being. She stretched her arms out and collapsed them. She moved her hands down, instinctively, finding a soft but defined bulge below the sheets. A soft smile washed over her face. The smile did not last long once she realized what she felt. She rolled flat on her back and looked down. Below the bumps in the sheets where her breasts were covered was a smooth and round shape protruding from her. Her eyes wandered to the clock on her nightstand. 12 noon. She counted the hours again. “Seven to seven, twelve, plus five, 17 add 26 from days before and that was... 43 hours. 43 divided by 8...over 5 months pregnant now. Jesus, I can't go back now.”
She rolled out of bed and was taken aback by the new awkwardness of her belly. Sitting up, she came to lose terms with her situation and smirked. “Adventure sure enough.” Getting her sweats on was a new exercise, not being able to see straight down anymore required a little more thought to putting on her clothing. Once finished, she went and made herself a feast of a breakfast. After the last bite was consumed, the scope of her consumption was apparent. “I'm a pig,” she mumbled. She cleaned her dishes and did the usual chores, though it took more of her energy than normal. The mass inside made her work awkward. Looking at the time, it was 2pm. She looked down and said, “3 more hours and you're six months done...” she paused. Her bulge had taken on a more round form and the bottom of her sweatshirt now exposed her gentle peach flesh at the base of her belly. Yet that wasn't what made her stop. In a hurry she pulled her sweatshirt over her belly as her face made a light contortion. From within, a tiny bump pressed outward. Speechless she watched and wiggled as her unborn kicked. She pressed where a moment ago it had kicked. It kicked back. A radiant red color flushed her face as the child tumbled inside of her. It settled down after an hour, but she was struck for some time after.
Wanting her focus elsewhere, she set a playlist of movies to watch and laid down on her sofa. The distraction worked until a loud noise exploded from the speakers, her unborn kicked her hard in reacting. Turning down the volume, she removed titles that might cause more of an uproar. “Six months now.” She shook her head. “Twenty-four hours from now this will be almost finished.”
The phone rang. Looking at the caller ID it was Jamie. “Shit!” Ashley thought, “if she comes here I'm screwed.” Nervously, she picked up the call. Chatting briefly, she was given an update about the trip and its general enjoyment but wouldn't be back tomorrow due to her boyfriend taking her to some place along the way. Relieved, she ended the call and looked down at her six-month belly. “You're not even out and you're already trouble.” Returning to her movie play-list, Ashley soon started to nod off.
It was dark out when she awoke. In a groggy state known to her a few times, she rolled out of her warm spot on the sofa and drank numerous glasses of water. Her feet ached with each step and her belly felt exceptionally heavy. As she lumbered towards her bedroom, she rested her hands on her belly and rubbed it round. “You're a lot bigger,” she said calmly. Cautiously, she felt for her bed and tried sitting but lost her balance as she dropped onto her bed.
With a burden, she set herself upright and turned on the light. The brightness hurt her eyes, but she kept them open enough to see her state. “You're almost done in there right?” Her eyes wishfully gazed to the clock hoping to find that most precious hour when the event will be over. 6 am. She removed her top and scuttled her sweat-pants off before sweeping her legs under the covers. As she laid down, the weight of her baby centered and her uterus gave a soft, uniform roundness. “Six months at five, an hour over twelve, seven and a half months.” she uttered.
After some time of laying down, she found that she was unable to sleep. Setting herself somewhat upright, she used the firmness of her belly as a book rest while she read. She used the toilet right in accordance to what the books said, the activity of the kid was just as they said too. Lifting the book up, her belly button had begun to protrude, again just as the book had said. “Before labor really starts, this kid should 'drop' into position,” she read. “Sometime around 5pm,” she thought, “I should feel some contractions and it'll happen.” She began to recite and practice the breathing techniques described to get her through the labor and birth. The importance of where the kid's head was kept coming up. She poked around as the books told her to do. Through discomfort and effort, she figured out where the kid's head was. “You're already pointing the right way, so please just stay there.”
Four hours later, her belly had changed from a gentle round shape to an obvious and identifiable shape. The baby had been active off and on and she played with it. She began to practice giving birth. She first positioned herself in the most common spread eagle pose. She imagined the dull burning sensation as the head descended into her vagina, and steadily coming to its crown point. The head was the hard part. She timed it, pretending to push over a period of five minutes. Imagining her opening gently stretching around the head, she made the fake fidget pretending to feel the head slide out. Delivering the body quickly came thereafter.
She next rolled over and tried to set herself up on all fours. “I feel like a mule doing this.” But just to be sure, she went through the drills. Here, she imagined the additional work of holding the baby in her canal so to fight gravity. This was a failed experiment.
She tried the squat style but couldn't keep her balance.
“The normal way is going to be it.” She spoke aloud.
Three pm. Eight and a half months displayed her womb well outside of its original state. Large and hard, her baby was now the highest bulk of her nurturing sack. Her motion, now heavily burdened, felt as if she was stuffed full of wadded damp towels. She took each moment slowly, with everything she had read over the previous days. A sudden gasp escaped as she felt the child's head descend into her pelvic cavity, nearing the end to its speedy process. “Just need contractions now.” She affirmed.
Clockwork would be one way to describe it. The moment of 5pm her womb was at the height of its expansion, sized never before seen to her eyes. The baby inside completed awaited the last job of its mother. And on the moment, the first contraction began. She felt a steady but dull ache in her back, she bore the fullness of her baby inside. One last check, she poked. Its head was ready to go. She removed the charm and her panties. It was time to finish this.
Then why, at 10pm, hadn't it been born? Her face pinched hard as beads of sweat collected. “This is another big one,” she said to herself. Breathing, breathing, breathing, she counted the seconds until it dispersed and then indexed herself. “Three cm. Goddamnit.” She paced to the special box that started this all and looked at the note. A final clue read, “When the missus needs her marital contribution to speed, have her place the charm inside herself to lure the blessing forward.” She decided to setup her digital recorded to capture her birth. Using its output to the TV, she could see the progress.
“Fuck it, I just want this – geh – to be over,” she bellowed as she turned on the record mode.
She retrieved the charm and set herself up for the delivery. She placed it at her opening and felt a welcoming sensation surge up her canal. Nearly orgasmic, she steadily pressed it into herself. Closer and closer, it was if it became a drug as the sensation increased. Her legs shivered as she climaxed. A sensation of relief washed over her completely. Recovering from the experience, she pushed further and shot her legs wide and grabbed the rails of her bed's headboard. “AaaaahhhHHHH!”
“Ah! AH! ah ah ah AHHHHHHHH!” she wailed. She sped through her labor, feeling it all.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn, ah ah .. Ah....AHHHHHHHHH” she screamed as she raised her hips into the air and collapsed back down with her legs kicking. A warm gush of water poured from within, ejecting the charm.
“Nu-ah, nu-ah, ah..ah....ah....AHHHHHHHH” She indexed herself at its height... “almo..ah AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH!”
A new sensation came over her as she caught a breath. It was time to push, she spread her legs to expose her area as wide as she could.
Her breasts, swollen and anticipating the new young to feed relaxed to her sides. Her belly, holding its gracious and wonderful roundness was done growing her child. Her cervix, open and willing.
She began to push. “Ngh!” From within, it felt like a unripe, hard melon was pushing her womb into her pubic region. “NGH!” she grunted. She kept her push, the head began to move away from its home and into her vagina. Her eyes sharply opened, feeling the massive head move induced a hot burning sensation. “Gah!” she blurted out, still pushing. It got larger and larger still, feeling its weight shift lower she stopped for a breath.
Her eyes blinked as her face pinched. The head started to retreat. “Push, push..” she murmured. She caught it just before it went back in fully. This was far more vivid a burn than was described. “Ngh!”she grunted again as she pushed. Nothing happened without a contraction. She held it there, rubbing her belly, searching for relief. Not long after, she felt another contraction well within her. “Ahhnngh” she began pushing again. More of the baby's head descended, her vagina burned more than before. She reached down, praying to feel a crowned head. It was half way there. Two minutes after the last contraction had ended, the strongest one yet hit. “OWWWWWWWWW!! AH AH AH AH AHHHHHHH” she wailed as she pushed, the head moved forward and finally crowned.
Tired and shimmering with sweat, Ashley continued to rub her body. The foreign object in her vaginal pathway soon to be expelled gave her courage to continue. “Nnnnnnghh!” she groaned as the head pressed outward. “Closer- closer-- closer!” she told herself. “Geh!” she bellowed as she let go of the push and the head retreated to the first crowning position.
“Don't rush... don't rush,” she reminded herself. Her opening was irritated. She caressed around it. “ah, Ah, AH AAAAHHHNNNGHH!” she cried as a contraction convinced her to push again. “AaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaaAAAAaaAAAA” she wailed as her opening stretched to a teardrop shape and then embraced the round shape of the coming baby's head. Her vagina burned like a ring of fire. “I can't! I CANT! ANGH!” she cried while struggling to hold the push. Fighting her dazed state, she looked at the TV which was recording her progress. The outline of head pressed outwards from her. Clumsily she traced around the outline of the baby's head as it pressed her flesh outwardly. “Oh god its too big. Its too big..” she cried as she retreated. “Ngh ngh,” she whined as it sank back inside once again. Another contraction came and she simply let it happen. The head stayed inside as she vigiorously rubbed her body. Rolling back and forth, she couldn't shake it out. “You're so close please just come out,” she begged.
Fulfilling her wish, her body struck her with the most severe contraction yet. With fury she pushed instinctually. The head once again pushed forth, and again her opening taking on its roundness. This time though, she felt something slowly slide. Speeding up.. speeding up...
“AaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaa," the head began to pass and her tender flesh yielded to the hard object. "Ahgh!” she gasped as the head slipped out.
The work of getting this far had taken its toll on her. She rested for a few moments. Rubbing the soft wet head between her legs she tried to regain her energy so she could finish the job.
She captured another breath and continued. Seconds were days, minutes were years. “Aaah” she continued to cry. Moments later the infant gushed out of her. Ashley broke down in tears. Taking a moment, she recuperated herself.
Early in the morning she dropped off the child to the service, saying good bye. When she returned home, she tiresomely cleaned up the evidence and put away that damned charm.
When she next saw Jamie, she asked, “so what was the extra day for?” Jamie hinted at fun extracurricular activities. “So you like taking crazy chances?” she passed Jamie the cursed box, “here is something entertaining for you that I got at a garage-sale while you were away.”