Fantastic! You sir, are an absolute hero!

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I like the new chapter! And the series as well

Is the next chapter going to continue with her being that big?

(August 12, 2022, 10:57 pm)Theguyinahat I like the new chapter! And the series as well

Is the next chapter going to continue with her being that big?

Thank you! And I'll go ahead and post the fourth part so you can find out for yourself.

Part 4

"Look at the bright side" Emily said as the two pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, "now you get to spend a nice romantic weekend with your very pregnant girlfriend."

"Well it's not like we have a choice now that you've grown too pregnant for your apartment and can't get up the stairs," Jake said.

"Hey mister, just remember it was you who shoved all these babies inside of me," Emily said indignantly. "Now, if you will be so kind and please help me out of this godforsaken car."

As Jake walked over to the passenger side and began pulling her out of the car, he said, "Yeah but did you really need to eat both pizzas?"

Grunting and groaning, she replied, "Hey I'm a growing girl and eating for nine."

"Yeah for yourself and eight unborn babies, not nine full-grown adults," Jake retorted.

"Jaaakkkeeee!" Emily whined.

"I'm just kidding," he said, laughing. "To be honest, I'm really looking forward to spending some quality time with you. Especially now that there's a lot more of you.

While last comment might have annoyed any other pregnant woman, she loved it. She loved how playful and sweet he was, especially regarding their shared kink. She smiled as he kissed her on the top of the head and helped her struggle to waddle towards the hotel.

"Wow, this place is fancy," Jake said as they entered the hotel lobby.

Emily had to admit, it really was fancy. A fancy hotel filled with fancy people. Upon entering, she had noticed everyone staring at her. She couldn't blame them. No one had ever seen a woman so unbelievably pregnant as Emily. And to be fair, no one had ever actually been as pregnant as Emily. Even she could hardly believe her own size given that her belly was now large enough to carry a full-grown adult inside of her, and a big one at that. But it was more than just her size that was so disconcerting to others. Her enormous belly looked incredibly taut, like a flesh-colored balloon about to pop, adorned with angry appearing stretch marks and the ever-shifting lumps and mounds of all the squirming children inside of her. The stark contrast between her monstrously pregnant middle and her otherwise petite and slender frame didn't help either. There was no way around it, she looked obscenely, disturbingly, and grotesquely pregnant. Far beyond anything believable unless seen in person.

Overall, she loved seeing everyone's alarmed faces staring at her. It only confirmed what she already knew: she was far too pregnant. At least too pregnant for anyone other than a diehard maiesiophile like herself.

Perhaps that would change though. Despite no longer having access to the BUMP device, she already felt somewhat bigger and heavier ever since she stuffed herself with those 2 extra-large pizza. Given that all unborn babies grow the fasted towards the end of a pregnancy, she wasn't too surprised by her apparent growth, which was also compounded by the shear number of rapidly growing babies inside of her. And that was only after one meal. She could hardly imagine how much bigger she'd be by the end of this weekend if she only continued to encourage their growth inside of her. She hoped to add at least a pound or two to each baby. Oh god, will I even be able to walk by the end of this weekend, she wondered.

Thankfully, she could still walk for now, albeit barely.  The two continued their monumental task of trudging to their room, Emily taking several breaks, huffing and puffing the whole time and intermittently resting her very heavy belly on whatever raised and flat surface she could fine. After finally reaching their destination, Emily hardly noticed her wide belly nearly brushing against both sides of the narrow door frame. Upon entering, the sweaty and breathless pregnant woman immediately waddled over and collapsed onto the plush king-sized bed, resulting in awful creaking as her heavy body bounced up and down briefly.

"Aaahhhh, much better," Emily said. The tense fleshy globe rising high above her then suddenly began to shift and ripple with movement. She winced and groaned as she rubbed her active and abused womb. Each kick or jab outward caused a sharp pain at each spot, a result of her skin seemingly stretching beyond its limit.

Jake noticed her apparent discomfort and said, "Are you ok? It doesn't look like your body can take much more of this. And you have three more days to carry all these babies. They are only going to grow bigger and bigger inside of you. Especially after eating all that pizza."

"Exactly!" she said. "I can handle it. Plus the growth will be gradual. Don't worry, it'll fun. This is going to be the greatest weekend ever!"

Jake still wasn't so sure. She already looked ready to split open, seemingly incapable of containing all the occupants growing inside her womb. However, what worried him the most was her nonchalant attitude towards her unnatural pregnancy, especially with given that she was clearly nearing the edge of what was humanly possible. She seemed to be living in her own fantasy world, hoping to grow more and more pregnant without restraint or consequences.

"Pleaseeeee," Emily whined. "I know that look of yours, my little Anxious-Andy. It'll be ok. I promise. Instead of worrying so much, maybe you should focus on what you have in front of you, which is quite literally the most pregnant woman alive. Isn't that what you've always wanted? What you've always dreamed of? Isn't there something you might want to do with me, here and now, perhaps in this bed?" As she said this, she twisted her torso, shaking her engorged boobs back and forth as they jiggled uncontrollably and began leaking all over and dripping down the taut surface of her colossal belly. At the same time, she stared intently at Jake, her bedroom eyes glowing with desire as she bit her lip, knowing full well the attractive power she possessed in her absurdly gravid state.

"Oh... I'm sure we can think of something," he said, smiling as all the blood rushed away from his brain.

"Now that 's what I'm talking about!" Emily said gleefully and felt herself grow wet in anticipation. "But first, can we order some room service? I'm starving!"

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"OH GOD, YES, DON'T STOP, YES, YES, YES, RIGHT THERE, KEEP GOING, YES, YES, YES!" Emily yelled.

While spooning her, his groin pressed up against her ample and jiggling ass, she felt his thick cock probing the inner depths of her reproductive tract. Due to her growing heft and size, spooning had become one of Emily's favorite positions over the past two days, allowing Jake to do all the work while thrusting in and out of her throbbing vagina. She also loved having him so close to her, enjoying how he nibbled on her neck or wrapped his arms around to fondle her swollen boobs or caress her gravid stomach.

Over these past two days, Emily had never been more horny in her life. Despite her massive belly weighing her down, she had a seeming endless supply of sexual energy causing her to want to fuck like a rabbit all weekend long. After each session, she always found herself pawing at Jake, ready to go again even though he usually needed a moment to recharge. And when they weren't fucking, Jake's head was often between her legs, his tongue keeping her in a near perpetual state of ecstasy. Altogether, she had climaxed more times than she could count.

And now, once again, she was getting close, whimpering as she waited for the sweet release of endorphines to course throughout her body.

"Ah, ah, ah, AHHHHHHHHH!" Emily came hard, prompting Jake to unload inside of her as well.

As Emily lied there, basking in the afterglow of their love-making, Jake leaned over and kissed her on the lips and then promptly got up.

"Hey where are you going," Emily whined. "Come back, I want to cuddle."

"Oh we will babe," Jake responded. "But first I need to go take a shower. I'm covered in what I can only guess is a combination of sweat, breastmilk, and a bunch of other fluids. I feel a bit gross at the moment.

Emily yawned and said, "Fine, but don't take too long. I'm getting sleepy."

"I won't," he replied.

After a brisk 5 minute shower, he returned and shook his head in disbelief as he stared at his hopelessly pregnant girlfriend already fast asleep. She was lying on her back, her legs splayed out and her arms spread-eagled. She appeared to be reaching for something on the night stand but was apparently too heavy to reach it before passing out. He then saw what she had been reaching for: the cocoa butter.

I can help with that, he said to himself as he grabbed a large handful of the stuff. Due to the incredibly expansive surface of her octuplet-filled belly, they had already gone through several containers of the stuff and were beginning to run out. As he approached her, he noticed just how big she looked, the pale round mass towering high above her, still squirming with the wakeful movement of the all the babies jostling around inside of the sleeping mother.

Before he began, he pressed his face up against the taut surface of her belly, listening to the frequent stirrings of her litter shifting inside of her. With each baby being so superficial, he could actually hear their movements as their limbs occasionally thumped against the drum-tight interior of her uterus.

He then took the slick substance and began to spread it all over, making her already shiny belly even shinier. As he ran his fingers all over her unbelievably stretched and taut skin, he could feel the stretch marks and prominent bulging blue veins spiderwebbing across her enormous stomach. He then traced her linea nigra upwards until he reached her belly button which was now a very tense protuberance sticking disturbingly far off of her belly. As he worked his way up, he pressed into her tummy, feeling the contours of each baby pushing out from her very cramped womb, each appearing to be just below the surface. They were mostly lying motionless within her womb, seemingly coaxed into sleeping by Jake's relaxing belly message.

As he continued to work his hands all over her enormous belly, he began to notice something strange. He then stopped momentarily and held his hands very still against the side of her abdomen for a whole minute. Was that even possible, he said to himself as he felt her skin stretching beneath his fingertips, her belly apparently actively growing by the second.

Of course this wasn't too surprising to Jake. Not after everything he had witnessed over the past 2 days since they had arrived at the hotel. Throughout their time here, the only thing that had been more insatiable than her sex-drive had been her unrelenting desire to eat and grow.  Despite being so ridiculously pregnant, she had managed to stuff herself with a near constant amount of food, nourishing her already over-sized brood. The evidence of her unrestrained consumption lay littered all over the room as innumerable empty food trays were stacked up against the walls.

After finally reaching the uppermost part where her belly pushed upwards against her swollen breasts, he noticed that they were leaking and heard the familiar *drip* *drip* *drip* of milk dropping onto the ground. Her boobs were almost always leaking now. They had also grown even bigger since they had arrived, largely a result of Emily sucking on her own teats in-between each meal, prompting them to produce an ever-increasing amount of milk. She had grown at least one whole cup size since arriving here and had long since given up on wearing her now too-small nursing bra.

Not wanting her to sleep in a puddle of her own breastmilk, he pulled the breast-pump out of her luggage and pressed the conical suction cups against the tips of her breasts. He then turned on the machine and watched as her erect and puffy nipples rhythmically elongated inside the translucent suction cups. Several streams of milk poured out, quickly filling each container, ultimately requiring him to dump them several times. By the end of it, he collected well over half a gallon of breastmilk from each of her swollen udders.

During this milking session, Jake failed to notice the subtle tightening occurring within her overly-stretched womb as laboring-inducing hormones poured into her bloodstream from all the nipple stimulation and lactation.

Although the contraction was mild and short lived, it was enough to wake up all eight babies simultaneously, causing them to thrash and writhe suddenly within her enormous, well-lubricated belly. The abrupt and forceful activity immediately caught Jake's attention as he witnessed all eight babies push outward forcefully within her, her belly warping and contorting with disturbingly excessive movement. Her belly was so tight and the movement was so powerful that he could clearly see the outlines of feet pressing outwards over the surface of her belly. He then quickly began to press against each mound or lump, hoping to quell the storm of fetal movement inside of her. As all eight babies pushed outward, Jake distinctly felt her skin physically stretching beneath his hands, uncertain if it was due to a rapid growth spurt, her skin losing what little integrity it still had left, or perhaps even both. Either way, he was legitimately concerned she was about to burst open from all the violent movement and forceful expansion.

Despite this, Emily remained asleep, still far too exhausted to stir from her slumber. As the alarming intrauterine activity finally slowed down, Jake heard Emily mutter in her sleep, "Bigger. More. I want more. More babies. Bigger babies. Oh god give them to me. Bigger. I want to be bigger."

Unbelievable, he thought.

She was definitely  bigger now, even at a glance. As such, he was quite worried for her. Worried that, by the end of this long weekend, she would go too far. Perhaps she already had gone too far. Ever since getting knocked-up again, she had seemed like a woman possessed. Like she was no longer in control, enslaved to the intoxicating pregnancy hormones being pumped into her by this monstrous pregnancy. At least she couldn't transfer any more babies into her already too-full womb, which he believed she would have certainly done had they stayed back at the Telenatal facility.

As he continued to watch the more gentle symphony of movement inside Emily, he began to yawn, realizing just how tired he was as well. It had been a busy day between the marathon sex sessions and also from having to help her get in and out of bed for all the frequent bathroom breaks. And he figured tomorrow wouldn't be any less exhausting.

He therefore decided to snuggle up to his overly pregnant girlfriend and get some sleep. In order to roll her over to her side, he grabbed her mountainous baby-filled belly and pulled it towards him, making sure her expansive stomach rested entirely on top of him. Her distended abdomen was now so big that it encompassed his entire torso, squishing into him and rested partially on the bed beyond his body. Despite the enormity and weight pressing down on him, it felt oddly comforting as he felt all the squirming and shifting of her children against his torso. It almost felt like he himself was wrapped up inside her womb. As he fantasized about Emily carrying him inside of her, he quickly fell into a very deep and pleasant sleep.

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Late on the final day of their stay, a very pregnant and very miserable Emily lie in bed, waiting impatiently for Jake to return with more cocoa butter after finally running out.

Uuuuugggggghhhhhh, Emily thought. Oh god... everything hurts...

Ever since waking up in quite a bit of discomfort having grown even bigger and heavier overnight, she had indulged in the only two things she could still do that still brought her comfort: eat and fuck. And so, despite her boyfriend's protest, despite her increasing immobility, despite the worsening discomfort, she had continued to eat, fuck, and grow all day long. Even during their very frequent love-making sessions, she continued to eat. As her lower lips were stuffed with Jake's probing cock, her upper lips were also stuffed, continuing her 3-day-long feasting. And as she grew bigger, so did her discomfort, leading her to eat and fuck even more.

As her litter grew bigger and bigger, her belly throbbed even more in pain, her uterus and skin stretching far too quickly to accommodate all the rapid growth. The discomfort grew nearly unbearable whenever any her overfed octuplets kicked or prodded outwards, which seemed to be constant now. Even little movements caused her to wince. However, it was the intrauterine frenzies that had nearly brought her to tears. During one particularly terrifying episode, she had witnessed one baby push sickeningly far out as nearly half its head budged visibly outwards from the surface of her painfully taut middle. Afraid it might actually burst out of her, she had pushed back against the very large mound. Ever since then, she had starting doing this with any other large bulge, if only to reduce the pain. Unfortunately, she had grown so expansive that she was unable to reach a majority of her misshapen middle.

More recently, she had started noticing many of these frenzies were preceded by a tugging-like sensation around her womb. During these episodes, she also found herself rubbing her back. Had she not been in so much pain and discomfort at baseline, she might have recognized that she was having regular contractions for the better part of the day.

And it was more than just her grotesquely pregnant middle that ached so terribly. Despite nursing on herself and frequently sucking each incredibly swollen breast dry, her tits still felt quite sore all the time. Even after she drained them, they always filled right back up, often with an even greater volume of milk than before. They also ached from forcefully swaying back and forth during sex. In addition, she felt her back might actually snap as it arched forward from carrying around her impossibly heavy middle. And her pussy felt quite raw from all the unending friction of their near constant love-making.

And then there was the fact that she was officially bed bound, now too heavy to walk on her own volition. Without Jake, she was completely immobile, relegated to lying on her side with her horribly distended belly jutting far out and resting on the bed. She had grown so heavy now that she couldn't even turn to the other side without Jake physically flipping her over, which was a necessity whenever one side of her belly became too sore. And the frequent bathroom breaks had become nearly impossible as each sojourn required careful coordination and immense effort from both of them in order to get her to the restroom before she pissed herself. Overall, being this pregnant had become such a massive chore. She felt like nothing more than a giant human incubator, unable to do anything besides gestate the ever-growing babies inside of her. Initially, this possibility had sounded like heaven on earth. However, now that she knew the reality of the situation, she wasn't so sure.

"Where the fuck is he?" Emily wondered. She really needed a good belly rub and soon. It was one of the few things that reduced the throbbing in her severely overtaxed womb. It also brought the added benefit of soothing her rambunctious brood.

As she continued to wait for Jake, immobilized in bed, struggling to cope with all the overwhelming sensations, she decided to resort to her last remaining comfort, specifically, nursing on herself. At first, she had been suckling on her swollen milk-filled udders for the added nourishment in order to grow even bigger. However, more recently she had fed off herself in order to release the "love" hormone into her bloodstream which made her feel warm and fuzzy and helped take her mind off everything.

With both hands, she grabbed one of her heavy breasts and raised it to her mouth, licking a drop of the white substance off of her erect and dark-brown nipple. She then wrapped her lips around her areola and pulled the soft flesh into her mouth and began sucking hard, pulling the thick creamy fluid into her mouth. Ugh, it tastes so good, she thought.

However, as she continued to rhythmically suck on herself, she noticed a tightening sensation develop in her belly and back. She immediately released her breast, letting it flop down hard onto her belly as she clutched at her painful stomach. As she felt her uterine muscles constricting and her back aching, for the first time today she began to worry that this might be an actual contraction. Thankfully, it only lasted for about 30 seconds before it subsided.

Wow that felt awful, Emily thought. If that is what a real contraction feels like, I don't want any part of it. She also noticed an increasing pressure down deep in the lower parts of her pelvis. For a brief moment, she contemplated whether or night she might be in labor before ultimiately dismissing the idea. She figured it was probably just a Braxton Hick's and even if it was the very beginning of labor, she figured she'd be transferring the babies back long before it progressed into anything more serious.

Unfortunately, shortly after the contraction subsided, she again began to grimace as her belly erupted with the unforgiving activity of the octuplets flailing around inside of her. It was another "womb-quake" as had started calling it, and it was the worst one yet. And much like with the prior episodes of unbridled intrauterine movement, Emily felt her skin stretch even further outwards from all the forceful kicking and prodding. After several minutes of this unsettling event, her belly finally stopped stretching and moving.

Uuggghhhh, I give, Emily thought. This is too much. I am definitely too pregnant. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

Just then, the door opened as Jake walked in.

"Ready for the last belly rub of the weekend?" Jake said.

"Oh you have no idea," she responded.

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Emily quickly fell asleep following the final belly rub of their Labor Day holiday, entirely unaware that she had been in labor all day long.

Despite her comprehensive understanding of pregnancy, she had been blinded by her lust and greed for more and remained entirely ignorant to the fact that she had unintentionally done everything in her power to jumpstart labor. Each frequent and regular orgasm she had sustained had provoked a uterine contraction. Labor-inducing hormones had also coursed through her bloodstream all weekend long from nursing on herself so much. In addition to the frequent and provoked contractions, her cervix had been bathed in a sea of Jake's semen, the prostaglandins softening the plug that kept her unborn babies so firmly stuck inside of her. As such, despite starting this weekend with a completely closed-up her cervix, this did not last long. As her uterus regularly squeezed around her massive litter, the lowest baby was pushed downward against her softening cervix. Her dilating cervix then induced even more contractions which grew in frequency and intensity. If she hadn't been in so much pain at baseline, she might have noticed what had been unfolding far sooner. As such, it wasn't until the very end that the pain of the contractions superseded the pain of her absurdly pregnant state.

By the time she fell asleep on Labor Day, she was 5 cm dilated and nearing active labor. And the contractions only continued to build throughout the night. Despite this, the over-sexed and over-fed pregnant woman was far too exhausted to stir from her slumber despite the increasing discomfort. Little did she know, she would soon begin pushing her far-too-big babies out of her in the very near future.

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Around 3 am the day after Labor Day, Emily awoke in a cold sweat, clutching her contracting belly. 

"Jake, Jake, wake-up," Emily said, clearly frightened. "I think something is wrong. I think I am having..." but she couldn't get the last word out. She began to groan as an intense contraction ripped through her uterus.

Jake jumped out of bed and placed his hand on her rock hard pregnant middle, immediately recognizing what this meant. After a whole minute of this agony, Emily stopped groaning as her contraction finally subsided.

"We need to go!" Emily said. As she attempted to get out of bed, she said, "I can't believe I let this happen. If my water breaks, that's it, I won't be able to transfer the babies back. I'll be forced to give birth. And worst of all, I'll get fired. Jake I can't give this up, it's everything I've ever wanted." Emily's voice began to crack as tears welled in her eyes.

"It's ok, Emily," Jake said reassuringly. "Let's get you back and hooked up to the BUMP device before anything bad happens."

Despite the urgency of the situation, Emily once again found herself struggling to move as she could barely shift her heavy body more than an inch. As she remained immobilized in bed, a crazy thought ran through her head: without Jake's help she would have remained stuck and forced to squeeze the babies out right there in bed. Thankfully, her savior came to her rescue and slowly helped scoot her over to the edge of the bed. He then grabbed the lower swell of her gigantic belly and helped her stand up. While still holding onto the squirming load in front of her, he led the way while walking backwards. With his help, she was able to remain upright and slowly waddle to the door, each step now quite painful and difficult, especially as she could feel the baby's head fully engaged within the bucket of her pelvis.

Upon reaching the doorway, a horrible realization struck Emily. She had not left this room since they had arrived there more than three days ago. And that was many many meals ago. Before she even attempted to walk through the threshold, she could tell the door frame was far too narrow for her new girth. Still, she didn't have a choice, it was either try to leave or squeeze her litter out right there. As such, she walked forwards and attempted to push through the opening. Almost immediately she felt the door frame rub up against her wide midsection. As she continued shoving forwards, she felt the frame dig painfully into her stomach long before reaching the widest part. As she pushed harder and harder, she found herself completely wedged inside the threshold. No amount of pushing or shoving could her squeeze out.

"Fuck, I'm too big," she said. "Oh god, here it comes, another contraction!"

Still wedged in the door frame, she began groaning as she felt her uterus clench up around her octuplets. With Jake just outside the room, he used this opportunity to try and pull her forwards, hoping the contraction would reduce her size just enough to squeeze her through. Unfortunately, the skin of her belly had become slick with sweat, making it difficult to grasp. Jake then dropped to his knees and crawled beneath her low hanging belly and between her legs. He then got behind her and pushed with all his might. Very slowly, she inched forward, resulting in a horrible high-pitched squeaking from the immense friction between her skin and the metal doorframe. Emily began screaming as she felt the lowest baby shoved even harder downwards from all the pressure from the doorframe as well as the contraction. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she felt her belly pop free from the doorway, stumbling forwards. Thankfully, Jake grabbed her by the hips as she began to tip over, buffering her fall. She gently landed onto her middle and rolled on-top of it, her legs flailing helplessly in the air.

Once again, Jake helped her back onto her feet and assumed the position in front of her, her heavy ever-shifting belly in his arms. The two looked as if they were carrying an awkward piece of furniture between them. Upon entering the elevator, Jake found himself squished against her belly and the wall as she was barely able to squeeze inside the tiny metal box. As they continued their arduous journey to the car, the front desk personnel watched in abject horror as the already far-too-pregnant woman looked even bigger than before. While still in the lobby, Emily suddenly began groaning and panting as she was struck by another contraction. Jake watched as her uterus clenched up around all eight babies who now appeared shrink-wrapped inside of her contracting middle. After what felt like an eternity, he felt her uterine muscles relax.

"Ma'am, are you ok?" the bellhop asked. "Can I call you an ambulance?"

"No thank you, we are headed to the hospital now," Emily lied. The two then hurried as quickly as they could out of the hotel and towards their car.

They quickly discovered that getting her inside the car was almost as difficult as squeezing her out of the hotel room. Despite shoving the passenger seat all the way back, she was barely been able to maneuver her awkwardly shaped and very heavy body inside the car. After finally squeezing inside, she found her belly jammed painfully against the dashboard and shoved up against the windshield. In this position, her squished middle pushed her engorged breasts upwards, nearly burying her face within her own cleavage. Additionally, the gear stick was also buried against her wide belly, forcing Jake to shove her expansive side over in order to get the car in gear. 

As they sped off, Emily felt a near unbearable external pressure against her squished middle and was afraid the added outward pressure might break her water. She also felt the lowest baby plop down against her cervix with each bump in the road. Additionally, her enormous and squished belly spread her legs wide apart, leaving her in a very sub-optimal position to slow down labor. Thankfully, the hotel wasn't too far from the Telenatal building. However, during that short drive, Emily had four intense contractions, each worse than the last. Her sweaty clothes clung to her as beads of sweat poured down her laboring middle. With each contraction, her belly shrank ever so slightly, squeezing the first baby further and further down into her pelvis. Her shirt was soaked not only with her sweat but also with the milk poured out of her swollen and frantically jiggling breasts.

As they entered the parking lot at Telenatal, a primal urge began to overtake Emily as another contraction grew. Horrifyingly, she felt the need to push. She knew it wouldn't be long before her legs were soaked with the amniotic fluid from her ruptured waters. She tried closing her legs, but her distended middle kept them wide apart. She nearly succumbed to the urge just as the contraction finally subsided.

"Jake we need to get into the Nursery NOW," Emily said. "I'm feel like I'm about to start pushing." Emily knew it was clearly a race against time now. One more contraction would likely spell her doom, especially if she was unable to refrain from pushing.

Jake quickly helped her out of her seat as best as he could by pushing against the side of her belly and physically shoving her out of the car. It was far from elegant as Emily awkwardly slid out of the car and onto her ass, but it did get the job done quickly. Even before she could get to her feet, her belly began shaking uncontrollably now that her litter had room to move again. Grunting and groaning, unable to wait for her middle to stop shifting, she got back up on her feet with Jake's help and rushed into the Nursery, hoping the ticking-time bomb inside of her did not go off before it was too late.

At her workstation, she began inputting the reverse-BUMP protocol. After completing the appropriate commands in the computer, Jake helped her waddle to the BUMP device where she grabbed the phallic-shaped cord. Just as she was about to shove it up her vagina, another contraction hit her. Almost immediately, she felt the urge to push now that the first baby's head had fully dilated her cervix. As the contraction intensified, her legs gave way and she began to squat, entirely unable to hold back. She let out a blood-curdling scream as she began to push, praying that her water didn't break.

She continued to bare down for what seemed like an eternity. After the longest minute of her life, the contraction finally began to subside, her amniotic sac remaining intact for now. Without wasting any time, she immediately shoved the thick cord all the way up into her impending birth canal, careful not to rupture the amniotic sac that was starting to bulge out of her cervix. She then locked the pelvic girdle in place, activating the BUMP device. She heard the transfer machine begin to turn on, preparing to teleport the first baby out of her. She then felt her abdomen begin to tighten as another contraction began to build.

Beep beep beep. Just as she started pushing, she felt the pressure within her slowly decrease and her belly begin to shrink. The reduced pressure halted the building contraction and urge to push. After 30 seconds, the first baby was successfully transferred out of her and back to a gestational pod.

This process repeated 7 more times until Emily's womb was once again empty. After the BUMP device unlocked, Emily quickly pulled the cord out of her would-be birth canal,  dropped to her knees, and began to sob, overwhelmed with emotion. She had nearly given birth. To well-fed, far-too-big octuplets nonetheless. Had that occurred, she would have lost everything. As she continued to bawl, Jake brought her into his arms. The two embraced for what seemed like forever, unable to cope with what nearly occurred.

Never again, she vowed. Never again will I ever become too pregnant.

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Much later on, while remembering that fateful weekend, Emily decided to look over the associated transfer logs to see just how pregnant she had grown over the Labor Day weekend. On Friday, a total of 69 lbs of babies had been transferred into her womb, each baby roughly 8-9 lbs. Upon returning early Tuesday morning, she transferred out 90 lbs of babies. This meant that over the span of 3 days, each baby had gained well over 2 lbs before being transferred back to the womb pods and then their original mothers. And while Emily didn't get the chance to witness their reactions, there were many a bewildered and over-burdened mothers who once again carried their now bigger and heavier babies.

One woman had even come forward to file a formal complaint, stating that the baby she now carried was far too big and that she must have accidentally received someone else's baby. The overly encumbered mother was appeased after seeing that the genetic signature of her baby matched her own genetic signature and simply chalked it up to being spoiled over the extended weekend without having to carry the enormous child inside of her. She would later give birth to a 12 lb baby in a horribly protracted birth that she swore nearly split her in half.

How on earth did I miss this story the first time round?!

Well done. Excellent work and much how I like my pregnancy fetish stories to be! 

I appreciate you posting it here and of course, all the time you would have spent writing it.

(August 14, 2022, 12:56 pm)Belly Button How on earth did I miss this story the first time round?!

Well done. Excellent work and much how I like my pregnancy fetish stories to be! 

I appreciate you posting it here and of course, all the time you would have spent writing it.

Thank you! It's been a fun story to write!

Final

Too pregnant. Prior to that fateful night, it simply hadn't seemed possible. As she became more and more pregnant, adding an ever-increasing amount of babies inside her womb, she always found herself wanting more. Even after becoming immobilized, she knew deep down she would have kept going, growing endlessly pregnant. And then Labor Day happened, shattering her previously unflappable belief that she could never actually become too pregnant. Her carelessness and greed for ever-increasing gravidity had nearly cost her everything, which she vowed to never again let happen. It simply wasn't worth the risk.

As such, Emily had quickly settled into a routine at Telenatal. Each Friday, she would shove the tip of the BackUp Manual Pregnancy (BUMP) device into her empty womb and transfer a "modest" amount of babies inside of her. The total number ranged anywhere from a single baby to the occasional quintuplets. And after each fun-filled weekend, she'd return her borrowed brood to their original mothers on Monday, as scheduled. The remaining week was spent impatiently waiting for the next Fertile Friday while allowing her body to recover from the temporary pregnancy and sudden cessation of pregnancy hormones. She also donated all the breastmilk she was producing to the local hospital.

The months flew by for the intermittently pregnant gestational engineer. And while Emily was generally happy with her routine, no matter how hard she tried, she never felt truly satisfied. The same intrusive thought played over and over in her head: more. More pregnant. Enormously pregnant. Disturbingly pregnant. Once again, she wanted to be too pregnant. Now looking back through rose-tinted glasses, she missed how her massive belly squirmed and jostled from all the excessive movement of her unnaturally large litter. She even sorta missed being immobilized by her impossibly heavy belly. She wanted to once again function purely as an enormous incubator for all the gestating children barely contained within her petite body.  And she had only carried eight babies. What would it be like with ten? Or twelve!

She knew better than to entertain this idea seriously. Octuplets had proven too much for her. She had likely been only one contraction away from breaking her water after inadvertently letting herself reach the active phase of labor. Her body simply wasn't built to be anywhere near that pregnant. Even in the very rare cases where women had successfully carried octuplet pregnancies naturally, they too were unable to carry their excessive litter for very long before ultimately giving birth very prematurely. And in Emily's case, her overdue and above-average octuplets had induced labor within a solitary weekend.

Even still, childbirth was a relatively mild possibility when compared to some of the more dire consequences of being so unnaturally pregnant. Even during her near-disastrous octuplet pregnancy, Emily had noticed several disconcerting signs that her body was nearing its limit. What would have happened had she pushed past that limit? She knew human anatomy was remarkably flexible and adaptable, but at what point would it break?

She had a recurring nightmare ever since she had nearly given birth. In it, she found herself once again bound and restrained in the Nursery with the BUMP device locked between her legs. As the dream progressed, despite her protest, she would grow more and more pregnant  as countless babies were pumped into her increasingly overstuffed womb. She eventually would become so pregnant that she would eventually pop and burst open. With each nightmare, she'd wake up right at that horrific moment.

Despite the macabre implications, it was at that elusive moment just before waking up that she knew she had always wanted to reach so desperately. It represented the point at which one was truly as pregnant as humanly possible. Unfortunately, given that the only definable way to become that pregnant was to go too far, she had no intention of becoming the first woman to literally pop from becoming too pregnant.

However, little did she know, she would soon get the chance to finally, once-and-for-all, become too pregnant.

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This is impossible, she thought to herself as she looked in horror at the flashing red alert on her computer screen. As she started in disbelief, the lecture on mechanical failure of the womb pods came rushing back to her:

Only a minority of gestational engineers will ever need to activate the BUMP device. Each pod has several built-in safety features and redundancies. Additionally, each facility has multiple back-up generators in case of power outage. In the unlikely scenario of failure, protocol dictates the gestational engineer to transfer the fetus into her own womb then expeditiously fix the pod and then return the baby back to the pod. While the possibility of a single pod failing is uncommon, the failure of multiple pods is virtually unheard of. The worst recorded breakdown involved 5 pods failing simultaneously, and that was during the infancy of Telenatal when all the kinks had not yet been worked out.

Regardless, during this lecture, Emily and her co-trainees had been instructed on what to do during every imaginable possibility, including catastrophic failure of all fifteen pods. If such an event were to ever occur, protocol dictated transfer of no more than five fetuses into their wombs. While five was an uncomfortable prospect for the gestational engineers in-training, they were reassured that it was a safe amount for a short period of time. However, they were warned that any more than five could be potentially dangerous to both the host and the clients' babies. Even still, every reassurance had been made that failures were infrequent and limited, and that global failure would almost certainly never happen.

And yet, flashing on the screen of Emily's workstation read: CATASTROPHIC FAILURE IN PODS 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15. PRESS TO ACTIVATE BACKUP MANUAL PREGNANCY PROTOCOL.

Fuck, this is not good, she thought. She knew her window of time to act was quite small as the unborn babies in each pod could survive for no more than 30 minutes without the warmth and nutrients their artificial wombs provided. But what am I going to do?  She couldn't fathom letting even a single child die. But fifteen babies!?! Eight had already proven too much for her, therefore double would certainly be as well. Maybe I could transfer eight again, that was doable at least for a short period of time. Gah, but that would still leave several babies left behind. What am I going to do?

As she remained paralyzed in indecision, she was struck by an epiphany. Of course she would take them all. She had been preparing for this moment her entire life. There was no one better qualified or capable of pushing the limits of human fecundity. It was her destiny. She would either succeed or well... she then suppressed the thought.

Highly motivated now, she quickly messaged Telenatal headquarters about the catastrophic failure at her facility and then texted Jake: "Something horrible happened at work and I am about to do something very stupid. Although I may not make it, I just want you to know that I love you SO much."

She then took a deep breath and quickly got to work. Thankfully, the BUMP device remained operational despite the widespread failure of the womb pods. On the screen, she clicked on every pod, instructing the computer to transfer every single baby in the Nursery into her currently empty womb. She silenced the resulting alerts, already knowing this was against protocol. She then pressed the "CONFIRM" button.

After taking another deep breath, she undressed and walked over to the BUMP device. She grabbed the thick receiving cord, lubricated it, and shoved it up her vagina like she had done so many times before. After one final shove, pushing the tip past her cervix, she then latched and locked the pelvic girdle in place, sealing her fate. The girdle would not unlock again until every single baby was transferred into her.

As she heard the click of the girdle, an odd sense of peace washed over her. A sort of calm before the storm, she thought. Just then, the machine began to wake as she felt the cord vibrate between her legs and then heard the three beeps indicating the first transfer was beginning.

Pressure built within her lower abdomen, a sensation she knew all too well. Still, it was never a pleasant experience having her uterus and skin forcefully stretched in a mere matter of seconds. Afterwards, she once again looked and felt pregnant with one full-term baby. She cradled her round, normal appearing pregnant middle, feeling the little one squirm within her. It took nearly a minute for the machine to warm up again and recalibrate for the next transfer. While waiting, she felt a kick beneath her palm, confirming in her mind that she had made the right decision.

She soon felt the cord again begin to vibrate. Beep beep beep. More pressure. As her hands felt her skin stretch from her expanding uterus, she knew that each subsequent transfer would be more painful and unpleasant than the the last. Still, she felt ready for this.

This process continued. Triplets. Quads. Quints. Sextuplets.

It was a grueling process. One at a time, baby after baby entered her womb with the BUMP device stuck between her legs. With each transfer, she felt her belly grow uncomfortably larger and larger. Having never undergone such a rapid expansion before, she struggled to adjust to her ever-expanding state, unable to even catch her breath before another baby would ascend into her increasingly cramped womb.

After the 7th transfer, doubt officially began to creep into her mind. The sharp pains she felt once-upon-a-time had returned. Even though this was the second time she had been this big, she still felt enormous and very heavily encumbered as her legs shook and were barely able to keep her upright. She had forgotten just uncomfortable it was to be packed so full of babies with her expansive belly feeling incredibly tight around her achingly swollen uterus. And yet, she wasn't even half way there. How will eight more babies fit inside of me?

Despite her concern, the transfer machine kept marching alone, the BUMP device transferring baby after baby into her.

During the eighth transfer, her legs finally buckled at the knees. She dropped into a kneeling position with her huge belly resting on the floor in front of her. She could feel the weight of her heavily laden womb squishing against the hard and flat surface of the ground. She then felt her belly expand once again as the ninth baby ascended into her womb. While gritting her teeth and grunting from all the excruciating expansion, she couldn't help be feel like these transfers were taking longer than 30 seconds despite knowing better.

In order to maintain her position, she was forced to lean backwards as her belly continued to expand. After finally making it through the ninth transfer, she looked down at her belly, having officially surpassed her prior record. It looked massive, taking on a very globular shape and jutting far out from her small torso. She rubbed her hands all over her painfully taut and shiny skin and could feel her womb just below her hands, separated now by very little tissue. She found herself outlining the silhouettes of each fetus and could feel their tiny movements and as they continued squirming inside of her. It was hard to focus on anything other than her belly throbbing in pain, the discomfort becoming nearly unbearable as sharp pains radiated all over her disturbingly distended middle. Even still, it continued to get worse as the tenth baby began its ascent into her. Overwhelmed with fear, tears began to well up in her eyes as she clutched her ever-growing middle.

As she continued to expand outward, her skin was starting to feel like a rubber band being pulled too tightly and about to snap. She watched as stretch marks developed at an alarming rate and saw the spiderwebbing blue veins popping out all over of her incredibly thin skin. She also felt herself being pulled into a squatting position now that kneeling was too awkward and uncomfortable. And with so much weight resting on the ground, the spot where her belly rested was becoming quite sore.

And then it began. The most horrifying aspect of this whole process. The noise. She barely registered it at first as the eleventh baby was forced into her protesting womb, already too overwhelmed by the all the tactile and visual changes occurring.

However, once her belly began to expand from the twelfth transfer, it became impossible to ignore. It sounded a bit like a creaking sound. Kind of like a rope being pulled too tightly and nearing its breaking point. Then, with the thirteenth transfer, she distinctly heard a ripping-like quality as it grew more audible despite her loud moaning and groaning. At first she was confused, especially after noticing that her skin was no longer stretching beneath her hands. And yet, she could clearly see that her belly was continuing to expand outward. The horrifying realization then struck her. With absolutely no elasticity left, her skin had finally been stretched as far as it would allow, her belly now only capable of expanding exclusively at her stretch marks which were growing larger and wider. Her skin was now quite literally coming apart at the seams.

Emily began to panic and grew frantic as she attempted to reach the cord stuck between her legs which was pumping baby after baby into her near bursting womb. No matter how hard she tugged at the cord, it held firmly in place with the receiving tip of the BUMP device still buried inside her womb. Emily then tried to stand up and reach her workstation, a final Hail Mary to cancel the remaining transfers and prevent what seemed like inevitable tragedy. However, she quickly discovered that she was utterly and completely immobilized, far too heavy to move even an inch. It was hopeless. Whether she remained intact or not, the BUMP device would continue to transfer the rest of the babies inside of her no matter what she did.

As her belly expanded for a fourteenth time. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and waited while attempting to ignore the insufferable pain, tearing sounds, and impending sense of doom.

After 30 seconds, her belly finally stopped growing.

Alright, maybe I can do this, just one more baby, she told herself.

As the fifteenth and final transfer began and her belly began to expand far more rapidly than ever before, she quickly realized what was happening.

"Oh fuck, the twin pod!" she said.

Beep, beep, beep.

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"Please be ok, please be ok," he repeated over and over.

Jake had never been more scared in his life. He kept rereading Emily's text over and over as he raced towards the Telenatal facility.

He had been working at the time and hadn't read her text until a whole hour had passed. After reading her vague yet very alarming message, he had immediately left work to go find her. He had tried calling her many times on his way there, and yet she never picked up.

It wasn't until nearly two hours after Emily had texted Jake that he finally arrived at the Telenatal facility.

Before even reaching the lab, he knew something was very wrong as he heard several low and despairing groans. As he entered the Nursery, he saw Emily and gasped.

Standing on the far end of the room where the BUMP device lay, he saw the most terrifyingly massive and utterly grotesque pregnant belly he had ever seen attached to his ailing girlfriend. Her obscenely expansive middle rested on the ground and rose up to her chest while also jutting ridiculously far out in front of her. As a result, Emily stood bent over the tense yet misshapen ball of flesh that was her pregnant belly. 

He immediately rushed over to her and said, "Emily, holy fuck, are you ok?"

Uuuuggggggghhhhhhhh, she moaned, seemingly unaware of his presence.

He looked over her massive form and began gingerly touching her skin, afraid any pressure might be too much for her. Stretch marks spanned the entire length of her belly, some as wide as his hand. They didn't look quite like normal stretch marks, more like tears in her skin. It almost looked like she was quite literally about to split open, as if any movement or added pressure would be too much for her, causing her desperately thin skin to pull apart. And if that wasn't enough, her clearly herniated belly button stuck out by nearly a foot, inflating and deflating with each breath. The tense pale bulge pushing in and out on front of her enormous swell looked somewhat like a balloon about to pop.

Overall, her skin had become so thin that he could make out all the individual masses of the children stuffed inside of her as well as their specific orientation. He felt them slowly move and squirm beneath his fingertips, noticing that they appeared relatively docile and inactive. He wondered if this was a result of them being packed so tightly within her womb.

He then noticed a strange quivering underneath his hands, almost as if her uterus was attempting to contract. He noticed that different parts of her uterus were tightening unevenly and in a disorganized fashion. Her massive middle didn't feel nearly as rock hard as it had on that one night when Emily had nearly given birth.

After the haphazard contraction dissipated, he saw a large mound form on the side of her belly, prompting Emily to whimper. Then more ripples and waves shot across her taut belly as the innumerable babies began shifting and kicking forcefully within her. Emily began to cry out as the movement grew in intensity, her pale and expansive belly contorting and warping with seemingly inhuman movement as her litter violently kicked and prodded outwards. They almost looked like they were attempting to burst right out of her. He then heard an eerie stretching sound emanate from her belly as he watched her belly grow outwards right in front of him.

After 2 brutal minutes of this nightmare, the movement within her subsided. Emily seemed to snap out of her haze as she noticed Jake for the first time.

"Jake, ugh, thank god you are here," she said. "oh god... it's... it's not looking good."

"What happened?" he asked.

"Catastrophic failure," she said. "All fifteen pods. I'm sorry. I couldn't... I couldn't let any of them die."

"Fifteen babies!" Jake said in utter shock.

"Sixteen," she corrected him. "Sixteen large and overdue babies. I'm pretty sure there's at least 120 lbs of unborn babies inside my womb, making me officially more baby than woman."

Jake was in awe. After collecting himself, he said, "It's going to be ok. We're going to get you through this. We just gotta figure out how to send them back to their pods."

"That's the problem, we can't," she said. "I would need to discover what caused the womb pods to fail in the first place. Then I'd need to make the necessary repairs. And as you can see, I'm in no position to do any of that. I'm in no position do anything other than struggle to remain in one piece."

"So what can we do?" he asked. "How do we get them out of you?"

There was a long pause, followed by, "I'm afraid there remains only one option... I have to give birth. I have to give birth to all sixteen babies."

Jake looked at her in horror, then said, "There has to be another way?"

"There isn't," she replied. "But it gets worse. As you probably noticed, I seem to be having contractions already. However, as far as I can tell, they aren't productive contractions. My uterus has been stretched too much and cannot contract in an organized or natural way. On top of this, each contraction induces the babies to go wild inside of me, pushing my skin out further and further, which I'm afraid is beginning to tear apart. Jake, if I don't get these babies out of me like, right now, I'm quite certain they will literally burst out of me at like any moment."

"So what do we do?" he asked.

"I... I don't know..." she said, clearly terrified. As if on queue, another ineffectual contraction built within her colossal belly. She began to grimace and clutch what little she could, bracing for the inevitable. Much like with the prior contraction, her uterus again attempted to expel its contents fruitlessly. This was followed by every baby forcefully kicking and thrashing inside of her, prompting her belly to expand outward ever so slightly, again accompanied by that awful ripping sound.

Throughout this contraction, Jake decided to proactively evaluate Emily's progress so far. It was evident that her water hadn't broken so he therefore decided to check on her cervix. While she was bent over and propped up by the squirming fleshy boulder in front of her, he walked behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her swollen pussy. He shoved his hand into vaginal opening, slowly pressing inwards until the tips of his fingers met the end. He'd never felt Emily's cervix before and was unsure what to expect. Ultimately, what he felt was a relatively firm knob at the very top of her vaginal canal. Any separation or bulge which might have represented a dilated cervix was notably absent. Just as the womb-quake began settling down, Jake removed his hand from inside Emily.

"Emily, I don't how say this... but... I'm afraid you might be right, I don't think the contractions are working at all," he said hesitantly.

Emily immediately broke down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face, dripping onto her ample bosom, and running to the tip of one of her nipples. The odd sensation made her shiver as she wiped the tears from her breasts. She then noticed something else on her hand: milk.

"That's it!" she said suddenly. Her obstetric training came rushing back to her and said, "Nipple stimulation induces oxytocin. OB doctors use its sister chemical, pitocin, to induce labor. I think it's partially what put me into labor before.  Maybe it'll make my contractions stronger."

"It's worth a shot," Jake said. Emily immediately brought her hands around her right breast and began squeezing while Jake did the same with her left breast. With so much milk backed-up within her swollen and aching breasts, each squeeze sent breastmilk shooting out far across the room.

Almost immediately afterwards, Emily felt a tightening within her enormous belly as it visibly shrank inwards around her litter. The contraction felt far more painful this time. She also felt the unborn babies attempt their in-utero earthquake and was pleasantly surprised to see that they unable to overcome the tight uterine constrictions.

"Jake! Jake! I think it's working!" Emily said, now hopeful for the first time since getting so dangerously knocked-up. "Oh god, but this really fucking hurts now."

Despite the pain, the two continued to rhythmically squeeze and pull on her swollen breasts, milking her like a massively pregnant heifer. Thankfully, the sensation wasn't altogether unpleasant. In fact, all the nipple stimulation was causing her clit to tingle as she grew wet between her legs. On top of this, she continued to have regular, effective, and painful contractions. She could feel the first baby being pushed down lower into her pelvis, fully engaging and preparing for its journey through her birth canal.

Unfortunately, after 20 minutes of manual milking, they were only able to squeeze out a few drops at a time. Her body was now covered in the white substance with her belly resting in a puddle of her own breastmilk. Before she could even think about what to do next, she felt Jake's mouth close around her partially drained tit. He began sucking on her dark areola, pulling even more of the thick creamy fluid into his mouth. Much like before, she continued having productive contractions as he continued to nurse on her. After draining the first breast, he moved on to the second, draining it as well.

Afterwards, Jake again shoved his hand into Emily's vagina and felt her cervix. This time, it felt much softer. He even noticed some separation around his probing fingers and would have estimated that the ring deep inside of her was about 3 fingers in diameter. 

"We're making progress," he said, "but we still have a ways to go."

As he pulled his hand out of her, she moaned in pleasure from his hand rubbing against the upper portion of her vagina and unintentionally hitting her G-spot. Despite her alarming predicament, she felt incredibly horny with all the copious pregnancy hormones coursing through her system. And already warmed up from all the nipple stimulation, she felt an overwhelming urge to remain filled and stretched from below. Perhaps we can induce a few more contractions the old fashioned way, Emily thought.

"Jake, this is going to sound crazy, but... I want you fuck me," she said. "Over and over again. If we can jumpstart my uterus with several orgasmic contractions then maybe my body will finally be able to give birth naturally."

Jake found himself very overwhelmed by this prospect. His girlfriend was at the precipice of something very terrible happening, causing his anxiety to flare up as he realized that this task may be the most important task of his entire life. Emily's life literally depended on it. And yet, much like Emily, he realized he'd been preparing for this moment his entire life. He knew he had to fuck his impossibly pregnant girlfriend, giving her as many orgasms as he could muster until she was fully dilated and finally ready to push the babies out. And while he hated to admit it, he found her overly pregnant state incredibly arrousing. Given that she was visibly more pregnant than he could have ever dreamt of or believed possible, he knew his biggest challenge would come from not cumming. He therefore decided not to dive in right away but would instead get his hands wet.

He therefore once again pulled her ass cheeks apart and exposed her vaginal opening. He balled up his hand into a fist and slowly shoved it entirely inside of her, watching as her lower lips devoured his probing limb.

Mmmmmmmmm, Emily let out.  She let her mind wander as Jake then began to shove his fist in and out of her like a a massive pregnant puppet. It felt incredible to have a part of Jake pushing so deeply inside of her, stretching and rubbing against her sensitive reproductive tract.

However, soon after they began, she felt her uterine muscles begin to contract. Unfortunately, it was mild and short-lived, resulting in her belly once again quivering and quaking from all the unborn babies excessive shifting and kicking inside of her. The fetal activity grew in intensity as her belly warped and shook more violently than ever before. Even from behind, Jake could see the contours of her belly wildly changing shape from all the incredible intrauterine activity. After the storm inside of her eventually calmed down, he noticed the tears in her skin looked even wider and angrier now. Despite the progress they had made thus far, they both knew Emily's precarious predicament was only growing more dire by the second and that they were rapidly running out of time.

As such, while still wrist-deep inside of her, Jake continued pushing his hand in and out. He could tell she was getting close as her breathing became more jagged and her moaning more frequent. He also noticed the tell-tale sign of her body intermittently twitching. She was getting very close indeed.

"OH FUCK YES YES YES!" Emily yelled as she finally climaxed around Jake's probing limb. With double the pregnancy hormones coursing through her bloodstream, it was undeniably the strongest orgasm she had ever felt before. Shortly after, she felt her whole body clench up as an equally intense contraction squeezed around her enormous litter. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched at her rock hard belly. Still deep inside the laboring woman, Jake felt her pelvic muscles tighten around his hand then felt her cervix spread wider as she was slowly opened up from the inside by the baby's head pushing downward.

Good, he thought to himself, it was working. Not wanting to waste a second, he quickly pulled his trousers off and said, "Emily, brace yourself, I'm going to have to roll you forwards a little bit."

"Roll me forwards?" she asked. She then felt him grab and push hard against her firm ass. As he did this, she felt the immense weight in front of her shift and roll forwards like a massive baby-filled water balloon and found herself briefly bobbing up and down on top of her own belly. With her feet now entirely off the ground, she was initially afraid that the added weight of her own body would prove too much, however she noticed it only caused more pressure to build deep down in her lower pelvis. It also provided a welcome relief to the sore spot where the vast weight of her belly had been resting.

"AAAHHHH FUUCCKKKKKK!" She screamed as she suddenly felt her swollen pussy penetrated by Jake's manhood. It felt incredible as his hard cock filled the entirety of her throbbing vagina. With each thrust, she felt herself rhythmically shifting back and forth on top of her belly. She also felt the protuberant cone of her belly button intermittently brushing against the ground as she rolled back and forth. As they continued to fuck while she was stranded on top of her enormous baby-filled middle, she couldn't help but feel wonderfully out of control and helpless like she had so many months ago. As a result, she came much more quickly this time, screaming out in pleasure.

Behind her, Jake concentrated on the task at hand. Under less frightening circumstances, this would have been his ultimate dream, making love his girlfriend who was so pregnant she was quite literally about to pop. However, given the reality of the situation, he maintained an ice-cold focus as he shoved his dick in an out of her with only one thought: don't cum. He needed to perform at his very best and give her as many orgasms as he could. However, he found himself in a constant state of near-climax and knew if he lost focus for even a moment, it would all be over.

Emily came and came and came, completely lost in never-ending ecstasy. She barely even noticed the resulting frequent and intense contractions as every fiber of her being flared with pleasure. Her eyes remained closed as she whipped her head back with each orgasm, screaming ever higher in pitch.

It was working. Jake could feel it, literally. As he repeatedly shoved his cock deep inside of her birth canal, he could feel the bulge of the first baby's amniotic sac spreading her cervix wider and wider with each contraction. It wouldn't be long now, he hoped.

As their pregnant love-making continued, both of them began to notice her belly changing shape more and more. All the jostling and rhythmic movement was causing an ever-increasing amount of activity within her, causing her belly to contort and warp in seemingly unbelievable ways. Previously buried underneath the pleasure, Emily could now feel the immense pain building as her belly expanded from all the violent movement. The worst of it was located at the inherent weak spot at the front of her belly where one baby was pushing its head out against her herniated belly button. Had she been able to see the front of her belly, she would have witnessed the baby's entire head bulging and pressing outward sickeningly far.

This is it, she said to herself. This is the moment she had been so afraid of but had also wanted to so desperately reach. She was quite literally as pregnant as humanely possible. She could feel her skin giving way and her uterus beginning to pull apart. Soon it would all be over. Soon, she would officially become too pregnant to contain all these babies inside of her. In less than a minute, perhaps maybe even in a few seconds, she would finally push past her limit and burst open. She savored this bittersweet moment, knowing it would probably be her last.

Between each thrust, Emily then said jaggedly, "Jake... I think... this... is it... I think... I'm about to... pop..."

The mental image of Emily splitting open completely broke his focus. He couldn't hold back any longer and said, "EMILY, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" He grasped her hips and dove even deeper into her, shooting his seed and filling her hole while jack-hammering into her. He shoved his cock as hard as he could against the internal bulge inside of her, hoping to pop the stubborn amniotic sac bulging out.

She felt his hot spunk shoot inside of her and immediately orgasmed as well, leading to another contraction. The babies continued to thrash about inside of her causing enormous mounds and lumps to form all over tightening middle. Still lost in the incredible orgasmic contraction while waiting for her final moment to arrive, she felt a familiar sensation developing deep within her mountainous belly. As the contraction picked up in intensity and while she was finally fully dilated, she felt the need to to bare down and push, which she did with all her might, hoping her babies were finally ready to emerge from within her barely intact womb. While she pushed, Jake continued to thrust inside of her as he felt his cock meeting even greater resistance against the amniotic sac pushing even further past her dilated cervix.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Emily yelled.

*POP*

Suddenly, an incredibly powerful jet of fluid shot of Emily's vaginal opening. The force of her water breaking was so great that it instantly pushed Jake's probing member out out of her cunt and shoved him back onto his ass. Gallons and gallons of amniotic fluid poured out of Emily, spraying and soaking Jake with all of her broken water. She felt her belly deflate slightly as the copious amount of fluid left her womb. It took a whole minute before the stream finally slowed down to a trickle between her legs. As a result, the floor was now covered in a large puddle which had evidently washed away all the breastmilk.

After her uterus finally unclenched and she stopped pushing, she said. "Jake! Jake! We did it! I can't believe it. I might actually make it through this after all."

Jake walked over to his still alive and very pregnant girlfriend and kissed her deeply. As they continued to kiss passionately, Emily suddenly pulled away as an intense pain developed around her expansive middle and she once again felt the need to push.

"Oh god, now comes the hard part," Emily said.

"You got this," Jake said.

"Easy for you to say," Emily grunted as she started to push. "You don't have to squeeze sixteen watermelon-sized babies out of your vagina. Popping might have actually been preferable."

"Fair enough," Jake admitted.

This contraction was the most painful one yet. Oh how she wished she was in a hospital and hooked up to an epidural. It was torture baring down, squeezing such a massive object through such a small hole. She was petite with a proportionately sized pelvis. She was therefore afraid that these above-average babies who were intended to exit women far bigger than herself might be too big for her to push out. However, there was absolutely no way of transporting her to the hospital where a C-section could be performed. She wasn't even sure a C-section would be possible while she was in such a high-pressure state. Regardless, she was stuck inside this room, relegated to pushing sixteen large and overdue babies out of her worryingly small birth canal.

Contraction after contraction wracked her body. Sweat poured down her massive swell as she pushed as hard as she could. The pain was becoming unbearable as the first baby slowly inched through her birth canal. She lost track of everything, focused solely on squeezing these babies out of her. Just as she felt couldn't take it anymore, something touched her nether region as she felt a very pleasant sensation radiate from her clit.

"Hey what's going on back there," Emily said.

"Don't worry about it," Jake said. "Just focus on the pleasure and vibrations between your legs."

During her contractions, Jake had a hard time watching her painful laboring. He had heard about orgasmic birth and wondered if it might work on Emily. He therefore decided to go upstairs and find her vibrator. Afterwards, he had brought the tip of the vibrating device to the top of her vaginal opening and pressed it against the hood of her clit.

As she focused on the vibrations, she found the contractions to be far less awful. It was impossible to entirely quell the pain, but the pleasant sensations definitely helped take the edge off things. After several minutes, she found herself close to climaxing. While pushing, she felt a release radiate from her clit as pleasure once again spread over her enormously swollen body. Lost in the wonderful sensations, she bore down even harder and pushed. Just as the contraction let up, Jake noticed the first baby's head finally beginning to poke out behind her vaginal lips.

"Emily, you're doing great," Jake said. "You're nearly there. Just a few more pushes."

He continued to press the vibrator between her legs. With each push, a little more of the head became visible as her opening began to bulge outward.

"AAAHHHHH IT HURTS SO BAD," Emily said.

"Focus on the vibrations Emily, you can do this," Jake said.

Emily spread her legs as wide as she could and once again began to push. She focused on the pleasure and again found herself about to climax. At the apex of the contraction, she again orgasmed, her body shuddering from the intense mixture of pleasure and pain. Grunting and groaning and pushing, she felt the baby's head pop past her hole. With one final grunt, Emily pushed the first baby completely out of her as Jake caught the emerging child.

Suddenly, the doors to the facility burst open as a paramedic rushed in. He was responding to Jake's call who had dialed 911 after he had noticed Emily crowning. He figured he could help deliver the babies but once they came out that they would need more professional care.

As the paramedic walked in, he stopped and stared in awe. He'd never seen anything like this in his life. He'd delivered dozens of babies in the field. He'd even helped a woman give birth to triplets once. But nothing, nothing ever came to close to this.

"Dispatch," he spoke into the radio attached to his shoulder, "We're going to need back up. A lot of backup."

As the paramedic walked up to the laboring woman, Jake handed the first baby to the paramedic and said, "I got this. What I need from you is to take care of each baby as I hand them to you."

He initially wanted to ask just how many were in there but figured he'd soon find out. He then began to evaluate the first child and found that it appeared healthy in every measurable way, other than perhaps being a bit on the larger side.

After having finally given birth to the first child, Emily felt an immense sense of relief. All she had to do now was repeat this process fifteen more times. And while this was far from a pleasant prospect, it was much better than believing that she was about to split open.

As the next contraction came and went, she felt the second child squeeze through her birth canal somewhat more quickly. It was truly an odd feeling having a such massive object wedged inside of what had once been her love tunnel. Thankfully, she was still revved up from the prior orgasms and continued her orgasmic pushing as Jake kept pressing the vibrator against her clit. In a matter of 15 minutes and 6 contractions later, the second child was already beginning to emerge from her vaginal opening. Jake saw her lower lips spreading wide apart as each grunt and push caused more of the baby to push out of her. Once again, the baby's head popped out just as she starting orgasming. Jake then handed the second child to the paramedic.

Despite the rapid emergence of this second child, the next proved far more difficult. After continuing to push for another 30 minutes without any part of the baby visible behind her vaginal opening, Emily realized that the first two children were probably from the twin pod and were likely smaller than all the other singletons still stuck inside of her.

"Jake, I'm not sure I can do this." Emily said. "I think the next one is stuck. I'm too small to give birth to all of these big babies."

Jake then walked over to his ailing girlfriend and said, "Emily you are the strongest woman I have ever met. There's not another person in the world who could have made it this far after getting knocked-up with sixteen babies. You pushed the first two out, I know you can push the rest of them out as well."

Feeling somewhat better, she began pushing even harder. She then felt the baby's head suddenly shift downwards. As she continued pushing, she felt it finally descending ever so slowly down her birth canal.

The process was long and arduous. It took another 30 minutes for the third baby to begin crowning. Sweat was pouring over Emily as she spread her legs and pushed with all her might. Jake watched as more and more of her opening spread to allow the passage of the child. Its head took up the entire space between her legs as she crowned around the widest part of the head. Everyone watching the horrific scene was afraid the sensitive tissue would soon tear. Emily began screaming as she felt the "ring of fire" and pushed even harder. Suddenly, the baby's head emerged followed by the rest of its body.

"Oh god, I did it," Emily said, tears once again streaming down her face.

"You did!" Jake exclaimed. At that point, both of them knew Emily would be ok. It would take an incredible amount of effort pushing the rest of the babies out, but at least they knew it was possible now.

As such, Emily continued to push baby after baby out from between her legs. As her birth canal became increasingly stretched out with the birth of each child, it became easier and easier to push them out. By the end of it, it only took a few brief pushes before each baby would emerge from between her legs.

Finally, the last and final baby was pulled out and handed to one of the paramedics. Immediately afterwards, the now empty gestational engineer passed out, utterly exhausted from the marathon birthing session.

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Epilogue

After giving birth, Emily and all sixteen babies were transported to a nearby hospital where they all received a clean bill of health. Shortly after, news broke of how Emily, the gestational engineer, singled-handedly saved the lives of sixteen babies by impregnating herself and giving birth to them all. Her story ultimately went viral across the country, leaving everyone in disbelief that such a feat was even possible.

Before Emily even left the hospital, she received more gifts than she could fit inside her hospital room. While there, all fifteen mothers came and thanked her for saving their children. A few of them had even confessed to naming their newborn daughters after her.

Soon after leaving the hospital, Emily was approached by Telenatal leadership. They had an interesting proposition for the now famous gestational engineer. Ever since news broke of her story, Telenatal began receiving requests from their wealthiest clients asking specifically if she was available to carry their children. They also wanted to know if she would be willing to give birth to them.

Despite the incredible amount of money being offer, she was apprehensive at first. Having just given birth under very traumatic circumstances, she wasn't thrilled about doing it again anytime soon. And yet, she ultimately didn't have much of a choice. Her body had been permanently stretched out after carrying such a massive pregnancy. If anything, her body now seemed better adapted to carrying enormous pregnancies. Plus, the idea that she could now remain openly pregnant repeatedly was incredibly enticing. She also figured that giving birth again would be far easier now that she had already done so. And with Jake's help, she figured giving birth orgasmically wasn't all that bad. In fact, the masochist in her kinda enjoyed it. 

Emily ultimately agreed and became Telenatal's first "Late-Term Gestational Carrier". In this new position, several babies were transferred into Emily's womb, instantly impregnating her like she had done to herself so many times before. She would then carry the pregnancy until she naturally went into labor and gave birth. After each pregnancy, she would take a week or two to recover before once again transferring the next batch of babies inside of her. She initially  carried anywhere from 6 to 10 babies at any one time. She would also go into labor only a few days after getting knocked-up. However, as her body grew accustomed to carrying such an enormous fetal load within her increasingly experienced womb, she was able to hold onto each pregnancy for longer and longer. And the recovery time also grew shorter and shorter until she was eventually able to give birth then immediately transfer the next batch of babies into her already stretched out womb. In effect, she was able to remain enormously pregnant perpetually. This also gave her the ability to slowly increase the amount of babies she carried with each pregnancy. As her reproductive tract adapted to the ever-increasing amount of babies she carried, she was eventually able to carry as many as 28 babies. And while she was truly nothing more than a massive human incubator during these incredible pregnancies, she was more happy than ever before. Never again did she ever feel "too pregnant".

Emily ultimately carried and gave birth to thousands of babies throughout her childbearing years. She even gave birth to a few of her own with Jake. And during this whole time, he remained by her side, both as her husband as well as her official caretaker.

Very good story!! I think you did a really good job satisfying everyones kinks with it.