Hey all,

Longtime lurker. Finally decided to put some thoughts down. Hope you all enjoy.

The story can be read below as well as here at my deviantart page.  


A very pregnant Katie Matthews walked in to the exam room. She was here for her 38 week check-up, and she was so done with being pregnant. She felt huge, which was to be expected while carrying triplets to full-term. She really hadn't thought she'd make it this far and was starting to lose it. Despite her huge belly filling up her entire abdomen, she hadn't "dropped" yet, and was perpetually short of breath.  On top of that, her lower ribs hurt from all the kicking from her active brood and her lower back ached all the time. There were parts of the pregnancy she enjoyed but now she had simply become too big and too uncomfortable to enjoy anything.

Dr. Robinson walked in and helped Katie struggle up onto the exam table. She dropped her maternity yoga pants below her belly to reveal a very swollen abdomen. It lacked any stretch marks, thanks to a lot of dedicated lotioning. A dark linea nigra ran down from her protuberant belly button down to the crease of her lower belly.

The doctor stretched the measuring tape from her pubic bone to the top her belly. He then prodded all over her gravid womb, feeling the different parts of the babies. Finally he squirt jelly on her belly and listened to the heart beats, which were loud and strong. The babies kicked throughout the process. "Ms. Matthews, these babies are surprisingly big, especially for being triplets" The doctor said. "If I had to guess, I'd say they are each about 5-6 lbs."

Katie barely heard any of this. She was laser focused on how close she was to giving birth. She didn't need a doctor to tell her she was as big as a whale with three gremlins packed inside her womb. She had tried everything she could think of to initiate labor. She ate spicy food, bounced on a birthing ball constantly, and had lots of vigorous sex. Recently, with each toe-curling orgasm, she would develop painful contractions that would last a minute or two. She was sure she was close, she had to be.

The doctor stuck his hand up her impending birth canal, and felt her cervix. "Nope, you are not dilated at all, not even by a fingertip," he said nonchalantly.

"What!" Katie exclaimed. "But I've tried everything! And the babies are sooo big and I am sooo uncomfortable!" She was beside herself in utter despair.

She struggled to sit up with her enormous belly in front of her. "I'm sorry Katie," the doctor started. "This is pretty common for first-time mothers, albeit not usually with triplets. Despite how well these babies have grown, I think you have quite a ways to go before they come naturally. Most importantly though, you've gotten them to full term. You've gained 50 lbs throughout this pregnancy evidenced by good-sized healthy babies. They can be safely delivered at any time. As with any multiples, I recommend scheduling a C-section. I can fit you into my schedule at the hospital anytime this week."

Katie was still irate with the upsetting news, and took out her frustrations on the doctor. "I will never have a C-section!" Katie sneered. "No one needs to cut me open. It's so unnatural. I know I can give birth the old-fashioned way. I've got wide hips just for this. My mother said I was big too and she had no trouble giving birth to me. I know you doctors just want to take the easy way out and tear out my babies, but I will not have it!"

Another one, the doctor thought. Of course she wasn't going to listen to his advice. Although usually not with multiples, he had so many difficult patients like Katie, and had become numb to it. He knew how these things went, she would be miserable for another week or two until she went into labor, and would later be begging for a C-section. He knew it was unethical, but with particularly nasty patients, he would "forget" to offer an induction to initiate labor. It gave him some satisfaction when disrespected in these scenarios. It's not like most of these types of patients would even accept an induction. 

"Look, Ms. Matthews..." he started to say. But Katie was already starting to get off the exam table.

"I'm sorry doctor, but I've made up my mind," she said. And with that, she left the exam room.

She left the doctors office in a huff and in tears, waddling as quickly as she could. As she was leaving, she ran into her old roommate Naomi. Naomi was apparently a new nurse at the office, and noticed how upset she was.

"What's wrong Katie?" Naomi asked.

Through the tears, she said, "I'm a fucking whale and so uncomfortable! The doctor just said I'm no where near giving birth to these fuckers inside of me." She gestured to her pale pregnant belly. She had apparently forgotten to cover up in her haste to leave.

Katie continued to rant and whine. While she was doing so, Naomi painfully reminisced about living with Katie as a roommate. Katie had been quite terrible to Naomi. Naomi was a husky girl, and enjoyed eating. Katie had incessantly brought this up, making fun of her appearance and weight. Katie bullied her to no end. Katie was the beautiful bombshell who could get any guy she wanted, including one of Naomi's crushes. Naomi had been mostly able to forget about Katie since moving out, but now the painful memories bubbled back up.

Suddenly, a terrible thought occurred to her. Katie had always eaten as much as she wanted without any weight gain due to her remarkably fast metabolism. She had an uncanny ability to binge large amounts of food without any consequences. Katie had even entered and often won many hot-dog eating contests due this ability, and often bragged about it to Naomi. The unfairness of it all, the injustice, had irritated Naomi to no end. It was now time to get her revenge.

"Katie, the doctors won't tell you about this, but there's another way you can jumpstart labor," Naomi said. "I've seen it work especially well in women like you. Let me ask, is there any room left in your belly?"

"Hah! No I'm all baby," Katie said. With that, she pushed down on the top of her belly to show how little give there was.

"Exactly," Naomi said. "So if you were to fill up your belly up with something else, like food, the babies would have no where else to go but down and out. You would need to eat a large amount of food in a short period of time, and it may take a few tries, but I'm sure with your determination you could get labor started in no time."

"Hmmm," Katie thought out loud. "As you know Naomi, I was a competitive eater not that long ago. You may not have been able handle your food like me, but I was the best, the GOAT. No one could eat more than me. If that's all it takes, I'll give birth in no time. Who would've thought I would get such good advice from the likes of you."

Hook, line, and sinker, Naomi thought. It had never felt so good to be insulted by Katie. She couldn't help but smirk at this exchange.

With that, the two departed, with Katie slowly making her way to her car. She pondered what Naomi had said. It made a lot of sense to her. Her belly was all baby. There was no room left in the inn. While she was quite upset leaving the exam room, there was now sliver of hope. On her way home, she ordered three large meat-lovers pizzas.

After a nice long shower, she got dressed in one of her prepregnancy shirts, leaving most of her midriff exposed. The pizza arrived not long after. The delivery boy eyed her oddly as he handed her three large pizzas without anyone else in the house or cars in the driveway. Katie didn't care, she was on a mission.

Throughout the pregnancy, she had eaten quite a bit. It wasn't dumb luck or a mistake her triplets had done so well in their growth. Prior to getting knocked-up, she had always eaten as much as she wanted. She had noticed her metabolism slowed slightly since recently. Everything on her was a bit softer. Her breasts had grown not just with the pregnancy, but also with the extra calories, growing from a C-cup to DD's. And throughout her life, many people had mentioned to Katie that she had excellent "child-birthing" hips, often from creepy old men. Now, her wide ass was even larger. She remained active throughout her pregnancy, so despite the extra padding, her body simply had a curvier appearance.

Once the food hit the table, she dug in. She loved eating. She loved the smell, the taste, the way food filled her up. She even enjoyed the discomfort and ache of eating too much. This time, enjoyment was not a priority. The curvy pregnant woman ate with a veracity, devouring each piece of meaty pizza. More quickly than expected, she slowed down with the last piece of the first pizza. Her stomach was horribly uncomfortable and sore. She felt quite full and had a hard time breathing. How could this be, she thought. She had eaten so much more than this in her past. The triplets simply took up too much room in her abdomen, leaving little room for her stomach to expand. She was really disappointed in herself, and started to tear up. She truly was going to be pregnant forever, she thought.

As she cradled her sore bloated belly, she started to notice an odd sensation. Her high-riding belly was starting to change shape. She continued to hold her belly, and noticed the babies shifting inside of her. They slowly but surely  moved downward, dropping lower in her abdomen and pelvis. The experience was otherworldly. She had finally dropped!

She rushed to the bathroom to see her profile in the mirror and pulled the stretchy material of her yoga pants off and under her belly. Yep, she had definitely dropped. Her belly sat much lower in her pelvis. It also took on a rounder appearance compared to the somewhat-oblong shape previously. With the extra room below her diaphragm, she could now breath much easier. She also felt much more pressure from below. One of the baby's head sat squarely in the lower portion of her pelvis, resting on her cervix. It was quite uncomfortable. Despite this new discomfort, she felt jubilant and reinvigorated.

She walked back to the table where the two other pizzas waited for her. Her waddle was even more pronounced as a baby sat low in her pelvis. She ate with reckless abandon, stuffing slice after slice of pizza into her mouth. She finished the 2nd pizza in under 5 minutes, barely noticing her growing stomach. She worked her way through the 3rd pizza, slowing down near the end. With each slice of pizza, her already swollen stomach expanded. The belly stuck out further and was much rounder, especially the upper part of her abdomen. What little room had been made with the babies dropping was now filled with food. And just like Naomi had "predicted", Katie felt an incredible amount of pressure in her lower pelvis. She was pushing the babies further and further down with an enormous amount of food.

After finishing the pizza, she went to the freezer where she found a gallon of ice cream. She took it to the couch and started slurping it down. She derived equal amounts of pleasure and pain from the onslaught of food. The ice cream slid down her throat into her packed belly, finding its way into the remaining nooks and crannies of her stretched stomach.

She eventually managed to choke down the final bite of ice cream. With it, she collapsed back onto the couch. She considered going back for more food, but didn't think she could. Her already overcrowded womb was being pushed down by a positively stuffed stomach. Her belly was heaving up and down rapidly as she lied there. The pressure on cervix was immense. The babies were uncomfortable too, as they kicked and squirmed in her belly, trying to find more room. Her belly was changing shape with each passing moment from the activity. As she laid there, she started to become sleepy as a food coma took over her. She was overwhelmed by so many sensations, both pleasurable and painful. There were audible growls and groans coming from her upper stomach as it tried to digest the sudden and large amount of food. Her hands absentmindedly rubbed her belly eventually trying to soothe the activity from the food and activity within. The gluttonous preggo eventually passed out on the couch, with her bare, pizza sauce stained belly rising high above her. Despite it's sleeping mother, the babies continued to rebel against their smaller liver quarters, kicking non-stop, warping her belly incessantly throughout much of the night.

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Katie awoke the next morning in a haze. It took a while to fully come to her senses. She felt hung-over from her binge the other day. She eventually sat up, with much more difficulty than anticipated. Her belly sat in her lap, encompassing her criss-crossed legs. It looked and felt bigger to her. As she stood up, she also felt heavier on her feet. She slowly made her way to the mirror. Unsurprisingly, her belly stuck out further than before. It was difficult to compare her belly now to yesterday as it was an entirely different shape, however it was unmistakably bigger. Her previously blemish-free stomach now sported a few faint stretch-marks. All the food she had packed into her stomach had been digested. Weirdly though, it didn't feel like much of the nutrition went to her body. The added weight felt concentrated in her belly, where her brood resided.

As she was admiring herself in the mirror, she noticed an ongoing discomfort in her belly, especially in her lower pelvis. Her belly was taut, feeling overly stretched out. Despite this, she started to smile. She had done it! She had started the process of getting these unwanted residents out of her womb. She had dropped them down, ready to be birthed. The little fuckers continued to grow, but she didn't care, as long as they got out of her, on way or another.

Great story! Especially for your first one. I followed you on Deviantart and can't wait for more parts.

Thanks! It's four parts with the first part mostly setting the stage. I added the second part to deviantart today. I'll add the other two parts eventually as I finalize each. Please let me know if anyone would like me to post the rest directly here as well.

Hey Fred, what is your deviantart?

It's right here. I'll go ahead and post the other parts here directly here as well.

Part 2

Katie stood in front of an all-you-can-eat buffet, feeling incredibly excited. She had made so much progress yesterday with only 3 measly pizzas. And now here she was, with an endless supply of food at her disposal and a healthy appetite. It was more than an appetite though, it was a single-minded determination to get these babies out of her. She loved binging and hated being so hugely pregnant. If she was successful, it would be a win-win.

Hard as it was to believe, she had grown bigger since yesterday, a consequence of her binge. She was even more uncomfortable now, with the babies residing lower and taking up more space inside of her. The increased nutrition seemed to energize them, as they kicked and rolled around inside of her all day long. The movements were excessive at times, with large mounds often forming all over her vast abdomen. Focusing on anything besides her burdensome pregnancy was nearly impossible.

She entered the restaurant hungry and ready to relieve herself of her unruly occupants. The incredible smells immediately overtook her. Her face briefly gave the appearance of an orgasm before she snapped out of it and walked up to the hostess. The hostess gave her a worried look as she looked over the triplet-filled pregnant woman. Katie had entered the establishment in nothing but a tank-top straining around her swollen breasts leaving plenty of exposed cleavage. It only covered the the upper part of her belly, leaving her distended abdomen out and uncovered. Below she wore her old volleyball spandex shorts, which was stretchy enough to cover her generous ass. Her outfit left little to the imagination. It was her only clothes that were both comfortable and still fit her.

As the hostess showed her to her seat, her cumbersome and ever-shifting belly led the way. It jostled this way and that from its active inhabitants. She was a source of many stares from the other customers.

After being shown to her table, she immediately waddled over to the buffet, grabbing three large plates of food. She sat down in a booth and noticed her outie belly button brushing the front of the table. She didn't think too hard about this and dug into the food. She ate as if she were starving, shoving everything into her mouth. The first plate was cleared within two minutes. She cleared the next two plates with equal veracity. Before the waiter could even ask if she'd like anything to drink, she quickly got up and waddled back to the buffet, grabbing more food. She grabbed large helpings of mashed potatoes, pasta, fried chicken, literally anything and everything she saw. When she felt she could no longer carry the tray from all the weight of the food, she went back to her table.

She proceeded to devour the food with little manners, eating everything with her hands. It sounded as if an animal was devouring its prey. Morsel after morsel was shoved in her mouth. In a surprising small amount of time, she finished the tray of food. More than just her belly button was now touching the front of the table due to her expanding middle. This didn't stop her as she went back for round three. Despite how quickly she had ingested all the food, she was upset with the lack of pressure or contractions, and decided to up the ante. She grabbed a communal bucket of rich, thick soup, and hauled it to her table with significant difficulty. Upon sitting down, she found it way too heavy to lift up to her lips. She therefore took one bowl at a time, slurping each bowlful down. Once the bucket had been emptied to half way, she lifted the bucket to her lips, and opened her mouth and throat, pouring it into her mouth and already packed stomach. Everyone around her watched as the entire bucket was emptied into the swollen pregnant woman. After dropping the bucket, she sat there with her mouth open, feeling ill. She felt pressure on her belly, however it felt different. It felt like something was being pressed into her bloated stomach. She looked down to see her belly deformed, painfully against the table. Despite the pain and discomfort from ingesting enough to feed a very large family, she had to keep going.

It was much harder to get out her seat this time. She attempted to suck in her belly, but this didn't help at all. She tried again and turned her torso with all her strength. Her crammed belly slowly slid against table, squeaking with the high pitched sound of considerable friction against bare skin. As she pulled her middle out from against the table, it gave way, audibly sloshing the liquid contents inside of her. She slowly inched her broad ass off the seat and stood up. As she walked back to the buffet, she could feel the weight of all the food weighing down on her uterus. One of the baby's head was being pushed down on her cervix. It felt the lowest yet. Good, she thought, she was making progress.

With a baby being pressed down so low in her pelvis, it was horribly uncomfortable to walk. However, she had to get more food. The soft serve machine caught her eye. In front of her, there was a line of children waiting to get their ice cream. As she approached, they turned as they heard the heavy footsteps of Katie as well as audible groans being emitted from stretched stomach. The kids were quickly scared off by the pregnant stuffed woman, who had uneaten food staining her angry appearing belly. Instead of grabbing a bowl, she knelt down onto her knees and maneuvered her body so that her torso was turned perpendicular to the machine and her mouth just below the nozzle. She pulled the lever and chocolate vanilla swill poured directly into her mouth. She left the ice cream flowing into her mouth for several minutes, expanding her swollen middle. As she inhaled the ice cream, her belly grew bigger, becoming heavier and heavier. The increased weight put more pressure on her already aching back. She quickly became fatigued and pulled her mouth away from the nozzle. The ice cream continued to pour out, dribbling onto her shirt and vast abdomen. The cold ice cream on her bare skin gave her goosebumps all over her tummy, causing her to shiver.

She tried to get up from the kneeling position, however it was very difficult since every time she tried to lean forward to push up with her hands, her belly would squish into the floor. She simply couldn't get up the way she usually did. She then grabbed the ledge of soft-serve machine and attempted to pull herself up. Through gritted teeth and an exaggerated groan, she slowly pulled herself up onto her feet.

Her stomach was now screaming in protest. She felt so sickly full and needed to sit down. She walked back to her booth. It was a slow arduous process, walking in her state. Leaning backward with one hand on the small of her back, she slowly waddled towards her table with her gargantuan stomach far out in front of her. Her tank top was wet and stained from the ice cream, which was now see-through with her dark nipples pressing out into the tight fabric. With each step, her enormous boobs jiggled up and down on-top of the shelf of her bloated belly.

Huffing and puffing, she made it to her table desperate to sit down.  Without thought, she plopped down, wedging herself hard into the booth. Her belly was now bifurcated by the table pressing deeply into it. Overall, she was relieved. The discomfort of being squashed against the table was ultimately less than lugging around her massive food-filled pregnant belly. She took stock of her position. She was completely filled with food, and wasn't sure she could fit any more inside of her. She also wasn't sure she could physically get out of the booth. Her belly was so massive it was enveloping the table in front of her. Much of her baby-filled uterus was now pressed below the imposing table, with three large babies crammed very low inside her abdomen and pelvis. The pressure in her loins was tremendous. She decided it was finally time and grabbed the button from her pocket. She pressed the button and immediately started moaning in pleasure.

Before arriving to the restaurant, she had shoved a remote controlled vibrator up her vagina. With the weight of all the food now pushing down on the babies, she would jumpstart her lethargic uterus with orgasmic contractions and get this process going.

The pleasure helped distract her from the discomfort of her middle. She let out moan after moan, forgetting entirely where she was. Yes, Yes, YES, she chanted as vibrations stimulated her overly-sensitive clit. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her until she could no longer take it. She screamed as she came, her belly contracting with the orgasm. The crotch of her spandex shorts was now drenched with her wetness. As her uterus contracted with the orgasm, it transitioned from pleasure to pain as a full blown contraction took over. Her belly shrank with the contraction, no longer engulfing the table as much. The contents of her womb were even more visible from the contraction, with parts of the babies clearly outlined. She let out a low guttural groan as the contraction continued to pick up in intensity and her cervix being assaulted. After about 2 minutes, the contraction let up and she was able to breath again.

Everyone in the restaurant was staring at this spectacle. In the booth, an already overly pregnant woman was now stuffed beyond belief with food and squeezed painfully into a cramped booth. Her belly was the biggest anyone had ever seen in real life. She could only take small shallow breaths, her middle unable to expand outward. The customers closest to her could hear the audible groans of her straining belly.

Shortly after the contraction let up, Katie suddenly jumped from surprise and pain. The outermost unborn child forcibly kicked the table from inside her, shoving hard against it. Silverware rattled from the powerful kick. The oversized fetus attempted to move and wiggle inside her, but between the food from above, the table, its siblings, and a stubborn cervix, there was simply no room to move. It continued to kick at the table, as it struggled inside her. It was as if it were a child annoyingly kicking the back of an airplane seat. The effect was jarring to Katie, as she was repeatedly pushed back into the seat by her little one inside of her.

She became irritated as another 10 minutes past without another contraction. She pressed the button again. Warmed up from the prior vibrations, she reached an orgasm even more quickly. She again had an intense contraction that lasted a few minutes. Again nothing after that. She repeated this process for 2 additional times, each with the same unfruitful result.

She was exhausted from all the eating, walking, orgasms, and contractions. Her eyes were becoming glazed over as she slowly began to fall asleep in the booth. 15 minutes after her last orgasm, her eyelids closed shut, and she began snoring loudly. Many of the patrons walked past her, mesmerized by what they saw in front of them. Despite the sleeping mother, her unborn children could be seen moving about in Katie's cramped womb, with the occasional sound of clinking of silverware on the table from the forceful kicks.

As the night went on, the employees of the restaurant were discussing what to do next as were they closing. They didn't want to wake the far-too-pregnant patron, however they wanted to go home. After much deliberation, they decided to leave her there, sleeping alone in the restaurant.

At the now infamous booth, the occupants in Katie's womb continued to feast on the abundance of nutrients streaming through Katie's bloodstream. They continued to grow larger and larger.

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One of the employees of the restaurant stared at the snoring figuring in front of him. Katie was exactly where he left her, disturbingly pregnant, sleeping, and wedged in the booth. There was uneaten food and stains covering much of her front. Her pregnant belly was completely squashed against the table. It looked quite painful. All of a sudden there was a THUMP THUMP THUMP coming from the table. Her belly started changing shape as one of  fetuses inside her start moving and kicking. The rest of her belly contorted with movement as the other two fetuses woke up. With one big kick, Katie was shoved back into the booth, waking her up.

As Katie opened her eyes, she saw a young man staring at her uncomfortably. "Shit, I fell asleep," she said. "Fuck and I'm still pregnant." She tried to move and get out of the booth, but quickly realized she was stuck. She twisted as hard as she could, straining to move, but she didn't budge. Not even by an inch. She was completely wedged into the booth, her large belly squashed between her and the table. She had digested the food overnight and her brood had grown considerably. The squishy food inside of her had been replaced by the growing hard masses of her gestating children inside her womb. She felt as if she would split in half from the pressure of the table pressing into her midsection. She was ultimately in too much discomfort to be embarrassed from this precarious situation. She was utterly and completely stuck and felt hopeless.

She had to get out somehow, she couldn't sit here forever. Her little demons would only continuing growing. After some thought, Katie devised a plan. "Hey you," she pointed at the employee in front of her, "could you help me out and grab some oil from the kitchen?" she asked. He quickly ran back and brought the oil to the stuck patron. "I hate to ask this, but I am just too big and too pregnant to get out of this booth by myself. Could you pour the oil over my belly and lube me up?" Awkwardly, he nodded in affirmation. Katie eyed a tightness around his groin and smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought. 

He generously poured the oil all over her belly. He rubbed it in thoroughly, exploring her expansive abdomen. Tightly squeezed against the table, her belly was horribly misshapen with mounds and lumps indicating her babies visibly squeezed into oddly cramped positions. As he lubricated her, he'd press into her belly, feeling everything inside. From the contours of her crowded womb, to the individual limbs and parts  of her sizable triplets, he explored her every aspect of her swollen abdomen. With a powerful yet deliberate touch, he pressed his hands deeply into her expansive uterus, attempting to push her constricted children into different positions in order to unwedge her. The whole experience was very strange, yet somehow pleasurable. Despite the immense pressure applied by the table as well as this young man, it was a wonderful experience. If anything, she really enjoyed the dedicated attention provided to her and her aching belly. He clearly was enjoying this as well, as his pants grew even tighter.

After far more than adequate lubrication, Katie again tried to move. She twisted her torso this was and that. She grunted and panted. She tried standing straight up. She also pressed on different parts of her stuck middle. However, her belly would not budge.  It glistened from all the oil and and now sweat.

Katie was vexed. She was so stuck and so uncomfortable. And despite all of the prodding on her belly and added pressure, she still somehow didn't have any contractions.

"Wait! Contractions!" Katie shrieked. She remembered her belly shrank briefly with each contraction last night. Maybe she would be able to unwedge herself that way. She tried pressing the button for her remote control vibrator, but nothing happened. Shit, she thought. It must have ran out of batteries. She then tried to reach under her massive belly, but her burgeoning middle completely obstructed her hand from reaching her clit. Katie thought for a moment then looked up at the employee staring at her. He was handsome, she thought, he would do quite nicely.

"Hey big boy, want a second try at getting me out of this booth," Katie said in a slow and sultry voice. "I need your help. If you can induce a contraction, I think I can squeeze out of here. And there's only one way I know how to have a contraction. Trust me, it'll be fun" She winked and then glanced downward at her groin hidden below the boulder in front of her, hopping he'd catch her meaning. He gulped hard, then again nodded in affirmation. He squatted down and moved under the table.

Her gigantic belly looking even more impressive from below. It sat on the bench, spreading her thick thighs far apart and pushing down into the seat. New stretch marks had formed all over the lower half of her belly and a dark linea nigra ran up to her belly button which was crushed against the table. He wasn't sure how he would get to the prize hiding behind her lower swell. He decided to try and push her belly upwards. He took both hands, and pushed hard up into her underbelly. OOMMPPHH, Katie yelped. She  was taken aback by the assault from below. Much to Katie's surprise, her belly slid upwards. This action had somehow managed to wedge her even more in the booth, increasing the painful pressure she felt against the table. Thankfully, her awaiting crotch was now in front of the young man's view.

"Miss, your shorts are still on, how do you want me to... you know," he asked.

"Surprise me," she gritted through her discomfort.

She then felt him grab the fabric around her groin then rip a hole near her hole. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. That was so hot. So far, she was very impressed by his forcefulness. She felt the vibrator still inside of her shift in and out of her now wet pussy. It felt so good to have someone do the dirty work for her. He would stop briefly at times, teasing her. She then felt the vibrator removed followed by his head shoved hard against the lower part of her belly. She then gasped as his tongue entered her swollen pussy. He deftly licked her clit with unexpected aptitude. He prodded his tongue inside of her, probing her vagina and finding her G-spot. She grabbed at her seat as he went down on her, making her pant and moan. Despite her stuck middle, she attempted to rock her hips in pleasure. Wave after wave overtook her. She was in heaven. She wasn't sure the last time someone had done this to her. Maybe the night she was knocked-up, she thought.

"OH, OH, OH" she panted. Her belly heaved with each deep breath. She was so wet. "OH MY GOD YES KEEP GOING, OH MY GOD I'M ABOUT TO CUM. YES! YES! YES!" she screamed. As she came she squirt a deluge of fluids hard on the man's face. He coughed, surprised by her orgasmic fluids. He was afraid he'd broken her water with how much she came.

Above him, the overly pregnant woman quickly transitioned from unbelievable pleasure to intense pain as a contraction took over. She felt her belly contract, with the uterine muscles squeezing as tightly as they could. The effect did cause her swollen belly to shrink somewhat. The pain was immense, causing her to almost forget her task. However, she gritted her teeth, forcefully twisted her torso, and slid her belly away from the table.

Through the pain, she awkwardly shuffled slowly out of the booth. It was harder than expected, as her belly was also quite wide, and brushed the back of the seat and the front of the table. Just as her contraction was letting up, she pulled herself out of the booth and stood up.

"Oh goodness," she exhaled. She had made it out more-or-less in one piece. She stretched, arching her back and sticking her belly out, enjoying her newfound freedom. Her belly stuck out even further as she stretched. A large red mark was clearly visible spanning across where the table pressed into her. That felt fucking good, she thought. She looked over to see her intrepid savior, gawking at her, drenched in her juices from the head down. Katie felt sorry for him. She then noticed his massive erection and smirked, thinking of a way to repay him.

"How much time until this place opens up?" she asked breathily.

"About 30 minutes," he stammered.

"Mmmmmmm, good, that leaves plenty of time to take care of that," she stated and pointed at his impressive erection. She then turned back to the booth and bent over, resting her hands on the booth. Her belly had grown so large it hung far off her torso only about a foot from touching the touching the floor. After turning away from him, she almost immediately felt him grab her ample hips. He proceeded to rip off the rest of her tattered shorts. Without hesitation, he plunged himself into her. She was already warmed up from the prior session, and went wild with pleasure. He filled her up, shoving his shaft in and out of her. He held her by her wide child-bearing hips as he made his way with her. "OH FUCK!" she grunted as he continued to thrust into her. He then reached under her shirt and grabbed her aching tits, which were jiggling wildly from the fucking. He squeezed, kneading her large mammaries. Her breasts were so sore and engorged, begging for relief. With his deft hands, he continued to fondle and grab her swollen tits. She suddenly felt an odd sensation, a sort of relief. She looked down as she was being fucked, her breasts violently shaking back and forth, squirting out milk from her erect nipples. She was lactating. It felt good, as he continued to milk her while ramming her from behind. She was truly a pregnant heifer, filled with babies and her udders milked. The primal image somehow sent her closer to climaxing. "OH GOD FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK ME LIKE THE ANIMAL I AM!" she screamed. He then dropped his hands and grasped as much of her belly as he could, pulling him even deeper inside of her. He was fucking her harder and harder, grabbing as much her taut belly as possible. It was ultimately too much for her, and she came all over him. She screamed in pleasure, orgasming for the second time that day. It was a glorious feeling to be fucked like animal, hugely pregnant, desperately ready to give birth.

The euphoria again transitioned into intense pain and pressure as a contraction built up. He was nearing his limit as he felt her uterine muscles tighten under his grasp. Her pelvic muscles clenched around him. With his manhood being engulfed tightly by her swollen pussy, he came in her, filling her with his seed. It would have been incredibly satisfying to Katie if she weren't in immense pain from the contraction. He pulled out of her and she collapsed forward on her belly.

When the contraction finally let up, Katie came back to reality. With her hormones and lust satiated, she pushed herself up back into a standing position. She was an oily, food-stained, half-dressed mess. Her shorts lay on the ground nearby. She needed to get out of here quickly. Without even acknowledging the employee, she started walking to the door to leave. It was a struggle with her newfound heft and altered center of gravity. The babies also somehow felt even lower, as if they were going to fall right out her in the restaurant. She felt good after being unwedged and thoroughly fucked, however she was still obscenely pregnant. And she was bigger than ever.

She would need to reassess her current predicament. She didn't want to think about her little monster growing even more, squirming heavily inside of her. She had to get these babies out of her.  She had to think of something to end this horrific pregnancy, she just had to. She simply couldn't fathom getting more and more pregnant.

Whenever I read the titled for this thread, it keeps going through my head as "Pregnant, Stuffed, and Gassy". Ngl, the thought of a stuffed pregnant belly sounds rather nice. : )

I can't wait for the next part

Part 2 was really good. I cant wait to see how much longer she stays pregnant, how much bigger she gets and what else she gets into.

Part 3 - It'll likely be 5 parts now

The tension in the room was palpable. Dr. Robinson looked at Katie in silence, waiting for Katie to say something. 

Katie's triplet-filled womb sat heavily on her lap, her belly still shiny from the gel from the exam. It was Katie's due date and she was here for her 40 week check-up. She remained very pregnant despite many attempts at going into labor. Plan after plan had failed. First the initial pizza night, followed by the buffet. Since then, she had tried other desperate schemes, including wrapping a belt tightly around her belly while she binged on a week's worth of food. Like with every other plan, she ended up with a lot of pain, bigger babies, but no labor.

Each failed attempt had compounded, leaving her in an unfortunate predicament. During this visit, she had discovered she had crossed the 200 lbs mark after stepping off the scale. She had gained 25 lbs in just 2 weeks. She had started this god-awful journey at a very respectable 125 lbs. Her body had changed drastically since then. Her tits had become fatty milk-filled melons that no longer fit into her DD maternity bra. Her ass had also gained significant heft, with two heavy butt cheeks attached to her now thick thighs. Her generous ass and thighs had some shape and tone, largely from carrying around so much extra weight. The rest of her body appeared much softer, with a slightly fuller face to match. However, had she not been pregnant, it would have appeared she had only gained 20-30lbs. The majority of her new mass was centered in her belly.

Dr. Robinson had told her that her cervix had thinned out somewhat, but she had not dilated at all despite the heavy load above. Her triplets had grown bigger as well. However, she wasn't prepared to hear they had doubled in size since in the past two weeks, now about 11-12 lbs each. When standing upright, the small woman looked as if she'd tip over from being so pregnant. Even from behind, it was clear she was hugely pregnant, with the sides of her belly sticking out of her small torso. The babies had taken after its' mother, absorbing every nutrient available, resulting in rapid growth. The impression of her brood were clearly visible from outside, with the bumps and mounds of her lopsided belly outlining their internal silhouette . Her belly was no longer pristine and blemish free, with several stretch marks of varying degrees scattered across her belly.

The movements of her children inside of her were impossible to miss. The combined effect of the rapid growth of the babies with the lack of room meant everything was seen and felt. Each shift, kick, roll, and hiccup resulted in her belly drastically changing shape, occasionally to the point of bringing her to tears. She swore with one or two particularly powerful movements, Katie could audibly hear the thump of a foot kicking the wall of her abused uterus. Activity from one would often wake up the other two, instigating activity from the other two. It was a rare moment when her belly was motionless. If it weren't for her food-induced comas each night, she would not have gotten any sleep. She was the embodiment of discomfort, every waking second of the day. She simply couldn't take it anymore.

Dr. Robinson continued to stare at the obscenely pregnant woman. He was certain she would finally give in. She was enormous and visibly uncomfortable. She needed to get these babies out of her before they continued to grow even bigger. And she wouldn't be giving birth in the immediate future. Things looked bad for her something didn't change. He looked at Katie, waiting for her to ask for a C-section. He truly hoped she would.

"Is there anything else? Can I leave now?" Katie asked.

Dr. Robinson let out a deep sigh, "No that is all. Let me know if you need anything." He left the room feeling very dissatisfied.

Katie wasn't too terribly upset by the doctor's appointment. She had a foolproof plan to go into labor today. Her entire life had culminated on this day, preparing her for what she had to do. She went home to get ready.

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Today was the big day. Today was the local hot dog eating contest, and she was going to win. Not only was she going to win, she was going to squash her babies out from inside of her. She was going to eat until there was absolutely no room inside of her. There would be so much pressure inside of her that she wouldn't even need to push, they would simply fall right out of her. She was confident this would work. No amount of pain would stop her.

She was ready as she admired herself in the mirror. She wore a tiny red-white-and-blue string bikini that covered very little. The string of her bikini top was tied tightly around her considerable bust, pressing against her soft breasts with the scarce fabric barely covering her dark areolae.  She wore a matching thong, leaving the entirety of her wide and full ass exposed. From the front, it was difficult to see the triangular fabric below her expansive and pendulous belly, making her appear naked from certain angles. Her outfit was intentionally provocative. While her first priority was to go into labor, her second priority was to win. Therefore, she intended to distract her components, who would either be mesmerized or disgusted by her salacious appearance. At the very least, people would be shocked to see such a grotesquely pregnant woman eating such a large amount of food.

The scantily clad MILF-to-be arrived at the beach, where she had entered into the hotdog eating contest. On the beach stretched a long row of tables which had been decorated with obnoxious patriotic ribbons, streamers, and flags. A crowd had gathered around the tables, and the announcer was seated on a nearby lifeguard tower. The contestants slowly made their way to their respective places. Among them were the predictable sorts of contestants, including large burly men, middle-aged men with beer bellies, a few unremarkable appearing contests, and even a few thin young women. The last sort of contestants reminded Katie of herself not too long ago. Katie was by far the most striking contestant. She strutted across the beach in the most provocative way she knew how, all eyes laid on her. She knew she was a ridiculous sight to behold, and enjoyed the effect. Her pendulous round belly swayed side to side as she put one foot in front of the other. The attempt to avoid waddling was only half fruitful, as it was impossible not waddle to some extent in her currently compromised state. She sat down heavily onto the rickety chair. She was already sweating  and panting from the heat.

In front of her and her opponents sat approximately 50 hot dogs each. They would have 20 minutes to eat as many hot dogs as they could stuff into themselves. Most of the contestants were experienced and ready for the challenge. The crowd was eager and waiting, cheering and whistling.

The announcer counted "3" "2" "1" "EAT!" With that, everyone started stuffing their faces with hot dogs. With the skill of a practiced competitive eater, and the determination of an incredibly uncomfortable pregnant woman with triplets, Katie scarfed down hotdogs as fast as she could. She opened her mouth and throat, sliding each hotdog whole right down her throat and into her esophagus. Then she would dip the buns in water, devouring those as well. This went on for some time. Several of the contests were neck-and-neck with her early on.

Around the 15 minute mark, everyone had started to slow down. Everyone except Katie. She was about 40 hot dogs in, headed quickly towards 50. Her belly expanding slowly with each hot dog. The binge was having it's desired effect, applying more and more pressure to her nether-regions. It was becoming extremely uncomfortable. Her upper abdomen was also incredibly uncomfortable, with so many hot dogs stuffed inside of her so quickly. Beads of sweat were streaming down her body and belly from the heat and effort. In addition, the chair beneath her generous butt was creaking with each movement. Clearly, whoever had acquired the chairs for this event had put very little effort into it. Despite her discomfort, the heat, and her rapidly expanding belly, she kept going with the single-minded determination to stuff herself into labor.

She finished all 50 of her hot dogs with a few minutes to spare. She took a second to look around. She was unquestionably full, but she could eat more. She looked over at the nearest opponent, an obese gentleman who had given up with 20 hot dogs left on his plate. Without skipping a beat, she grabbed his plate and started working on his remaining portion. She nearly made it about halfway through before the timer went off.

It wasn't even close. Katie had managed to eat 59 hot dogs in 20 minutes, with the next closest individual at 34. She truly had eaten as if she were eating for four. This small, barely clothed, outrageously pregnant woman had trounced the competition. Over the microphone, the announcer pronounced Katie the winner. The crowd went wild over the spectacle.

Katie had barely registered the end of the competition. She continued to eat more and more hot dogs. The crowd circled in on Katie as she kept going. After she finished the other 20 hot dogs, she grabbed the other plate next to her which contained roughly another 30 hot dogs. One after another, hotdogs disappeared down Katie's throat, into her tight, straining belly. She became heavier and heavier with her belly swelling outward. Katie looked to be in a trance as she stuffed herself silly. She finally started to slow down around the century mark.

As she finished that plate, she contemplated eating more. On one hand she still wasn't in labor. On the other hand, she didn't think she could fit another hotdog into her. She looked and felt utterly sick. She was filled to the brim. There was incredible pressure from below, outward, and upward. Her entire lower torso was filled with either baby or food.

No, she thought, she still wasn't in labor, she had to eat more. She then moved to find more hotdogs and shifted her considerable weight forwards but immediately sat back when she realized standing wouldn't be so easy. The small shift in weight proved too much for the chair, which promptly broke and collapsed underneath her. She fell in a spectacular fashion, landing on her ass and back. The effect caused her pendulous milk-filled tits to pop out of her tiny bikini top, exposing herself for all to see. Her enormous breasts continued to jiggle up and down several times before coming to rest. Her belly followed suit, with her large triplets visibly bouncing up and down in her belly.

Katie was in a state of shock from the sudden collapse. Her already aching, sweaty body had just been assaulted by the sudden unexpected force of gravity. It snapped her out of her feeding frenzy and back to reality. The crowd rushed over to her, with a circle of heads peering down at her swollen body.

The crowd let out a collective gasp at what they saw. Her colossal belly was no longer obscured by the table, and now towered over her. Everyone had seen just how big she was before sitting down, but now her stomach looked impossibly large. It was hard to believe a human could be so pregnant and so stuffed. Lying in the sand, she  looked like a beached whale. A few muscular men attempted to pick up the embarrassed pregnant woman, however she was unable to stand up so quickly after the fall and food intake. With significant effort, they placed her on the table where she had just scarfed down an unbelievable amount of food.

The effect of Katie lying on the table was that of a stuffed pig at a Hawaiian Luau. Her bare pink breasts fell slightly to each side of her torso, with her large dark nipples sticking out in the air. The violent movement had induced milk let-down, with a few drops of white milk dribbling out of each nipple. Her enormous pale-pink belly rose high above her.  Her belly heaved up and down in the air with each breath, quivering and quaking intermittently. There was a subtle flattening about 1/3 from the top of her belly, where her food-filled stomach was pressing against her expansive uterus. The stretch marks had only grown in intensity, a result of her skin forcibly stretched so rapidly. Her belly button stuck straight up into the air, protruding from her stomach considerably.

With the fall, the residents inside her womb had been abruptly awoken. They were not pleased by their increasingly cramped living quarters. They thrashed about, kicking and prodding every which way, with lumps visibly scattered across her abdomen. At one point, one of the oversized triplets stretched itself outward, violently causing a large mound to form on the side of her misshapen belly. Her belly seared with pain as her little ones brutalized her overly-stretched uterus and nearby organs. With the weight of stomach on her uterus, the baby in the lowest position had its head pushed down further into her cervix. The pain was more than she had ever experienced in her life, and she moaned and whimpered incessantly. Much to her displeasure, she was not having any contractions. Her hands massaged her bloated abdomen, attempting to quell her active inhabitants. Audible sounds could be heard from her overtaxed abdomen, although it was unclear if it was from attempted digestion or from the straining of her belly. She started hiccuping, which jostled her overtaxed belly even more every few seconds.

The scene was that out of an alien horror movie, with the beautiful damsel-in-distress being assaulted from the inside by foreign invaders trying to escape. However, in this case, everything was of Katie's own doing. The crowd watched the scene in abhorrent curiosity. A few worried individuals asked her if she was ok and if they should call an ambulance. She overheard a little girl ask her mother if the poor pregnant lady would burst open. After a few minutes lying there, she eventually tried to get to her feet. It was a monumental task as she slowly pushed herself up, trying to fight past the heavy boulder in front of her. Once she finally sat up, she moved her legs over to the ledge of the table. Her belly pushed her legs wide apart. She slowly moved off the table and onto her feet, the gravity of plopping onto the sand sent further shockwaves through her gravid abdomen, as it bounced up and down. The lowest baby's head also bounced hard on her cervix, causing her to double-over from the pain. She eventually stood up and started walking towards the winner's podium. The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief, followed by loud cheering for the bloated winner. She took one heavy step after another, no longer capable of strutting across the sand. With a baby now so low in her pelvis, her waddle was especially pronounced. She leaned back with one hand on the small of her back as she walked. She was in significant discomfort with the source of her pain out in front for all to see. Katie had won, but at a significant cost.

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Crammed into her car, Katie felt like a clown in a clown car. She barely fit despite the seat being pushed all the way back. Her short little arms could barely reach the steering wheel in this position. She wouldn't be able to drive herself much longer.

Each small bump in the road painfully bounced her belly up and down. In between each bump, she replayed the prior events in her head, feeling mixed emotions. She was happy to have won the hotdog eating contest, and doubly happy about the prize money. However, she was heartbroken her plan to initiate labor had failed. On top of all this, she was even more uncomfortable now, with a gigantic and painful belly.

Still, she planned to make the most of this. She figured she had thoroughly attacked the situation from the top, and now it was time to attack from the bottom.

She was headed to Derek's place. Derek was an old booty call. He was special in that he had the largest dick Katie had ever seen or experienced. She didn't often call on Derek, as she always felt bruised internally from each encounter. Now though, he was exactly what Katie needed.

Katie knocked on Derek's door. When he opened the door, he was not prepared for what stood before him. *BUUUURRRRPPP* Katie belted. She stood huffing and puffing, sweat sticking to her body, along with her barely-there bikini. She cradled the most enormous belly Derek had ever seen. With an attempt at appearing seductive, Katie purred "I need you, *hiccup* Derek. I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck these babies out of me."

So many sounds were coming from this poor woman. She was constantly burping and hiccuping, and her belly was letting out intermittent groans. Her face was also contorted, attempting to appear sultry but unable to hide her discomfort. Derek was genuinely worried for her, could she have sex in her condition, he thought. Could she even fit anything else inside of her? However, before he could protest, Katie pushed her enormous belly into him, walking into his apartment. She pulled off her top, revealing her dark erect nipples. She pulled him into his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. With significant effort and a whole lot of groaning, she awkwardly made her way on top of him.

She was a sight to behold. She looked like she'd pop at any minute. Her belly was taut but also in constant motion. Her pendulous breasts swayed in the open, ready to be grabbed. Her pussy was visibly wet with anticipation. Despite his prior concerns, his manhood perked up at the site of this beautiful woman. Katie smiled at his now visible excitement. He was huge, with at least an 11 inch dick. She slid off her thong, and slowly directed his shaft inside of her awaiting pussy. UUUGGGGHHHH, she moaned. She was so fucking horny, and needed this desperately.

Once he was inside of her, she rested her too-heavy belly on his torso. Her belly pressed into him, resting all its weight on him. He felt as if she would crush him. Her underbelly encompassed most of his torso, with the front of her belly directly in his face and her knobby belly button sticking out above him. From his perspective, he could see just how misshapen and abused her belly really had become. Dark red stretch marks extended vertically from below he belly up across most of her distended abdomen. Scattered blue veins were visible below her overly stretched skin. A dark line ran up the middle of her belly to her belly button. Her belly button stuck out by an inch, clearly herniated from rapid growth and expansion. A litany of haphazard firm mounds distorted the spherical shape of her belly. The mounds would shift from all the squirming inside of her. With her belly resting on his torso, Derek felt just how big each fetus was inside her womb. In addition to the sight of his swollen lover, Katie's scent was striking as she exuded an odd mixture of sweat, sex, and pheromones. Frequent violent belches added another unpleasant smell. Intense digestive sounds emitted from her overtaxed abdomen. On top of all that, his dick was enveloped by her warm wet pussy, which felt amazing. All of his senses were utterly and completely overwhelmed.

With the lower part of her belly as the pivot point, she bounced up and down on his shaft, her belly too heavy to lift off his torso while on top of him. He was huge! She could only manage to get half of his manhood inside of her, occasionally painfully ramming her stubborn cervix. With each stroke, she slowly worked her way into a frenzy.

"HOLY FUCK", she screamed as she neared closer and closer. Her legs were numb from the effort of bouncing on top of him, but she hardly noticed as primal pleasures took over. With a few final hard strokes, she finally orgasmed

"OH OH OOOOOOHHH!" She was in heaven as waves of pleasure, augmented by all the hormone rushing through her blood stream, washed over her. Her bliss was cut short by a tightening within. Her back suddenly ached and her abdomen became rock hard. With her belly resting on top of Derek, he felt her uterine muscles contract and squeeze tightly. Katie had stopped moving as she suffered through the worst contraction she had experienced yet. Despite the pain, she was thrilled, her plan was coming together, she just hoped she had the courage to proceed with the rest of it.

The intense contraction lasted for about a minute, with Derek looking confused but still hard inside of her. As the contraction started to subside, Katie took a deep breath, and with all her weight, spread her legs wide apart and shoved her pelvis onto Derek, burying his dick entirely inside of her. Derek's huge cock penetrated Katie unlike any woman had ever been penetrated before. The contraction had served to dilate Katie's cervix just enough to allow Derek's enormous shaft to push through the newly formed opening, dilating her further. She cried out from the unbelievable pain. She suffered the most intense contraction, a result of the assault on her cervix.

Derek was initially in shock from what had just happened, but only briefly. He was immediately overtaken with the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced. Never in his life had he found a woman who could envelope him entirely, who he could fuck so completely. Despite Katie's apparent discomfort, he forcefully rolled her onto her back, still inside of her, and continued to fuck her roughly. He would pull himself nearly out of her, and then would shove his dick all the way into her, sheathing his shaft into her like a sword. As Katie experienced an intense unending contraction, Derek continued to pound into her, dilating her more and more. He rapidly reached his climax, and came harder than ever before. As he pulled himself out of her, a flood of fluids poured out of Katie, although not amniotic fluids. Katie's contraction continued, tears streaming down her face. Her uterus continued to squeeze around her sizable brood.

With post-coitus clarity, the whole scene made Derek feel awful and ashamed. After about another minute, the internal onslaught ebbed, and Katie was finally able to unclench herself. She felt ill. She was still sick from all the food crammed inside of her. And now her cervix had been forcibly widened by something other than a baby. The contraction had pushed the baby deeper than ever before into her pelvis.  It was simultaneously one of the best and worst sexual experiences she had ever experienced.

He helped her up onto her feet and grabbed her a drink. After finally catching her breath, another contraction hit her hard. It had been less than 5 minutes since the first. Despite the pain, Katie was euphoric. Her plan was working, she was going into labor. The pain was immense, forcing her to double-over. With eyes and fists clenched, she grunted through the awful contraction. The baby felt so low in her pelvis that she thought she would have to start pushing right there in Derek's apartment. However, the contraction subsided after about 2 minutes.

Derek grabbed some clothes and rushed Katie to the car to go to the hospital. She decided to sit in the back seat, lying on her back with her legs bent and her belly rising high above her, intermittently contracting. Dereck sped towards the hospital, with each bump jostling her belly and breasts. Her tits popped out of her top again after one hard bump, jiggling nonstop from the car ride. She didn't care, she was focused on the heavy mass bouncing up and down on top of her, feeling as if it would crush her insides. Contraction after contraction hit her, further leading to immense discomfort. However, the contractions were beginning to lessen in intensity and became further and further apart. The lowest baby's head no longer felt so low in her pelvis.  By the time they reached the hospital, her contractions were non-existent. She broke down in a flood of tears. So much effort and pain had gone into this plan, and it only left her with a ridiculously distended stomach and significant internal bruising.

She ultimately decided against going inside of the hospital. There was no point. They would just make her feel bad about everything and ultimately force her into a C-section. She hadn't worked this hard and gone through so much pain just to end up having a C-section. It didn't cross her mind that she may no longer be able to push these babies out. They had grown an unbelievable amount over the past 2 weeks from all the feeding. After Derek dropped her off at her place, she promptly collapsed into her bed and fell into a deep sleep.