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birthedstars · 18 days

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A Legends Baby

“Ash, dude…You had to have been high or something,” Liam looked at Ash skeptically.

“I'm telling you, it was Bigfoot. The guy had to be almost eight feet tall, hung like a horse by the way, and had feet big as a Hobbits,” Ash threw up his hands for example.

“You expecting me to believe Bigfoot piped you on the ski trip AND no one else seemed to notice? No fucking shot,” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, it happened. What? Did you want me to take a selfie while he was fucking me?

“Yes. If it was THE Bigfoot, I would have!”

Ash crossed his arms and went back to his room. “Fine, don’t believe me.”

~3 months later~

“Fuck, why am I gaining so much weight,” Ash struggled to button his pants.

Over the past few weeks Ash had been gaining weight. Particularly around his lower abdomen. His belly button has gotten slightly shallower.

Ash suddenly felt nauseous. In an instant he's bent over the toilet bowl, hurling last night's burrito into the water.

Liam dropped a pregnancy test on the table.

Ash blinked.

“I'm not pregnant,” Ash said.

“Oh, so you took a test already?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.

“No…”

“Uh huh. You're Bigfoot’s or some super lumberjacks baby daddy, I'm telling you,” Liam said.

“So you believe me now?” Ash laughed and shook his head. “Bigfoot is not even the same species as us, He couldn't get any regular human pregnant.”

Liam shrugged and walked out the bathroom. “Fine, remember me when you get a deal for ‘I didn't know I was pregnant’ episode.”

~7 months later~

Ash closed his apartment door and nearly fell to his knees. So much pain, so much pressure, drowned him as soon as he got away from prying eyes. He clung to the wall, face scrunched and sweat on His brow. Ash's gait was wide as if he was preparing to squat.

For the past few hours, the pressure and routine tightening of his belly had gotten so much worse than the days prior. Brief discomfort has become aggravating pain. The work day had been bad enough with all of the comments about his appearance and the sweltering summer heat.

He tossed off his sweatshirt to reveal the cause of his pain.

His stomach was huge, round, and taut. His belly button disappeared into the skin of it, replaced by stretch marks only slightly hidden by hair. It hung low, only being cradled by his palm. The waistband of his drenched sweat pants curved dramatically beneath it. He stumbled forward into the apartment, his gait wide and waddle slow.

“Fuck, this can't be real. Please no,” Ash grunted and held his tightening belly. “Just need to rest…”

He still denied the obvious conclusion, even after 7 months. There was no way, despite contractions, huge belly, and fluid as evidence.

At least the apartment was empty, so he could save some dignity. Liam was away on a vacation out of state. No help or snarky commentary from him was going to come.

Ash gripped the frame of his bedroom door. His mouth and eyes widened as a heavy weight dropped into the cradle of his open cervix. Something was dropping into his pussy. His eyes widened as he realized the shape of it was round, hard. He wanted to just get to his bed, lie on his back, and close his legs tight.

A strong contraction crashed into him in response to that thought. Ash cried out, digging his nails into the door frame. His stomach twisted. The instinct to bear down overwhelmed him. The huge object surged forward as he pushed unconsciously. It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees.

His vagina quickly filled tightly with what he was creating for weeks. Ash's toes curled in his shoes in pain. He couldn't walk to his bed with his hips so splayed out.

Ash's pussy bulged around the solid round object. The burn nearly drove him to tears, but then the contraction stopped. He dry heaved and looked down at the pool of fluid dripping from the bowled out crotch of his sweats.

The same pussy Bigfoot had cum in 10 months ago was now spread wide and bulging through his sweatpants. Ash trembled as he slowly accepted the truth he'd been denying.

Ash untied the drawstring and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He reached over his belly, towards his crotch, knowing and fearing exactly what he'd find. His fingers immediately felt the wet, hairy head of a baby between his fingers.

Ash clasped his other hand over his mouth as he felt the huge head spreading his pussy under his palm. His whole body trembled in disbelief.

He should have listened to Liam. He was pregnant and giving birth. His stomach and back seized, sending Ash into another chorus of crying. His pussy spread wide into a painful circle around the hair head.

“Fucking! Get out!” Ash screamed as he slid further down the doorway into a squat. His belly, hung between his thighs, seized in on itself. The pressure and power behind his push drove the baby forward and spurts of fluid gushing out onto the wood floor.

His body lurched as the head and shoulders rocketed out of his pussy with a rough gush of fluid.

He gasped in relief, but continued to push regardless. The body didn't budge and offered Ash nothing but a severe pain in his cervix.

Ash stood up painfully with a deep ragged breath, head and shoulders between his thighs. Why didn't he just fucking listen to Liam. He just had to have Bigfoot's cock, couldn't just snap a fuzzy pic of him and run like normal people.

Another contraction came, he pushed. Nothing happened. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get the baby to descend any lower. Something was stopping the baby from moving lower. The pain was already infuriating.

Desperate, Ash carefully wrapped his hands around the body. His belly began tightening and his back started to lock up. With an almighty roar, Ash pushed and pulled. His body twisted, the muscles in his body rippled as whatever was making the baby stuck started to give. Ash could feel something big come out of his cervix and into his canal. He bit his lip, tugging Bigfoot's baby out of his pussy centimeter by centimeter.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed out.

He threw his head back as his pussy rapidly spread apart . The burn hit him hard and then left as quickly as it came. Ash's body finally released its grip on the baby, his stomach deflating instantly as his child slid out of him. Ash's legs gave out beneath him, leaving him to fall against the wall.

Ash tiredly stared down at the heavy baby in his hands. It had his dark black hair as a mane on its head. But what really caught Ash's attention were what was at the end of the kids legs. The hairy, already crying baby had larger than normal feet. Because of course it did. This is Bigfoot's Kid after all.

“Never fucking without a pill again…” Ash murmured, slumped against the wall.

#🧇!Anon #mpreg #birth fiction #labor fiction #maiesiophilia #birth kink #labor kink #preg kink #birth fic #labor fic #request #monster pregnancy #difficult birth

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birthedstars · 2 months

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Is there a plan for what stories are happening next?

Not particularly no, its whatever idea I happen to vibe with at the moment.

#ask box

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birthedstars · 2 months

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The Least Favored Concubine

You have the smallest room. No one regards You. You have no access or pull for the ever busy palace doctors to take care of you. None of the other concubines associate with you much beyond the courteous greetings; they have their own pregnancies and politics to worry about.

The only thing abundant here is you. Your hips are wide, ass is full, and your tits are tight against Your low cut sleeping gown. This isn't your natural form though, it's the form that was given to You by the Emperor when he pumped his seed into you. A seed that has taken months to grow.

Your belly has swollen massively with life. Twins, You think. None of the court doctors have ever had time to confirm with all of the highly ranked and favored concubines hooking their ears. Its massive, evenly rounded shape is framed by the silk of your gown. Your stomach is riddled with stretch marks, crowned with a poked out navel sensitive to even the softest touch and so tight around Your babies that even the slightest movement changes its shape.

Your bump is low, as is the head of your first child and your bag of fluids. Your thighs are slick with only thin trickles of water. Your waters are struggling to hold together but it won't be long.

Awkwardly plodding around your room with a massive head preparing to jam open your cervix doesn't make you regret the moment you had with the Emperor. The way he claimed your body as his sends tremors through you to this day. The way his hand gripped the spot below your navel when it was not yet filled. The way his cock filled you tight to the point you could feel it tremble and grow with anticipation. The warmth you felt when his cum poured into you.

If you walked into court with twins, surely the Emperor would acknowledge your presence once more.

Your belly twists, stopping you in your tracks and forcing a moan out of you. Your stance lowers into a squat. Your massive bump contorts harder with time and causes your damaged waters to leak more than before. The pressure drives the Emperor's gift low.

Your fingers dig into your knees. You bite your lip hard as your body coaxes open the path for the Emperor's heir. The pressure wraps around your middle and back. Your inner opening squeezes against the film protecting you from the Emperor's gift.

A thunderclap of pain shoots from your crotch. Your water bag breaks onto your thighs and the wooden floor. For a moment, you experience relief in the release. But then the full weight of a baby dropped into the cradle of your cervix. Shocks of pain make you convulse and lose balance. You hang on to a nearby dresser for support during the contraction. You still don't feel the urge to push, but you can feel the head even more now.

Even as the contraction releases, it feels as though the baby could fall through your cervix at any moment. You breathe in and out with a slight tremble in your voice.

You waddle to your bed and awkwardly heft your labor body on to it. laying down doesn’t make your bump look any smaller. You rub large, soothing circles around the hot skin of it. Soon, soon your babies will be out and the Emperor will notice you.

Time has passed. You're not entirely sure how much. Your life at this moment is consumed by a cycle of debilitating pain and desperate breathing. The contractions are on top of each other and at their maximum intensity. Your stomach is contorted around the womb of your babies. But what's worse is that you feel something truly massive forcing your hips wide and making your cervix cry out to you in pain.

It's coming, the first baby is coming.

The primal urge to bear down jumps on you suddenly. You take a bit of cloth off your night stand and bite down. You draw your legs back, framing your sweat covered belly. You grip your thighs tightly…and push.

Your entire body quakes when you give in to the first urge. The pain in your hole makes you scream into the rag. Your misshapen belly shrinks, the head pulls open the way to your canal. Your eyes bulge out when your hips strain to contain your first baby. Your body quakes against the alien feeling.

The contraction ceases and you're left with the feeling of a huge stone keeping your legs spread. You massage your hips and underbelly, but it's no use. The pressure is maddening to the point you consider pushing without contractions. You drag in heaps of air before your back tightens and your midriff hardens.

Again and again, streaks of contractions crash into your laboring body. Each one pushes the baby only slightly into your canal. Hours pass at a crawl and your progress shows none of it.

Your pussy is full with your baby. You can't even attempt to close your legs or move your hips without sending pain through you.

You begin to feel your pussy contour around the head. The crowning phase. You've heard others in the concubines court speak of this phase. They all call it torture.

You bear down, the lips of your pussy squirt out a bit of fluid. A slight teardrop slit opens and the base of your pussy bowls outward with the head. You scream into your rag and clench your fists around your sheets. The Emperor may have bred your fertile body too well.

The baby is massive. So big in fact that you're not sure you're having twins anymore. A twin baby would be much easier, faster than this. It's too big to have possibly been sharing space with another babe. Another contraction comes, you push. The small slit of a crown opens. Once the contraction and your force ebbs away, the slit closes once again.

Another cycle begins. The head continues to recede after each push. Exhaustion is setting in. You remember how it felt to have the baby sit heavily in your hips when you'd stand.

You tiredly get off your back. You get on your knees and instantly feel an increase in pressure. You raise yourself up and grip the headboard with white knuckles, gravity forces your pussy open around the massive head. You cry out, your back arches, your fattened lips bulge wider than ever before. The weight of your baby is causing it to move itself out of you.

But you're not prepared. Your pussy, not given time to stretch beyond a small slit, blazes around the crown. Your hand shoots to the growing crown attempting to slow the progress. Then your body contracts and betrayed by your instincts you push with it. All your body knows is that you need to get the Emperor's heir out. You push against your hands restraint, fluids sputtering around your fingers.

Your mouth opens wide in an airy scream and your eyes roll back as the myriad of sensations overwhelm you.

A huge pop and gush of fluids hits your bed. Your body shakes at the sudden release of pressure but you know it's not over. The shoulders. You try to control yourself, but it's been too long. The lips of your pussy spread open around broad shoulders. Your counter pressure is useless against your body and gravity. The burn turns into bolts of pain as your pussy threatens to tear.

Your entire body seizes. The shoulders pop out. Your belly deflates completely into an empty rounded mound. The body of your massive baby hits the bed between your legs. You pant and reach down to pick up the Emperor's large gift. The touch of its parent quickens it and the room echoes with its strong whimpers. The stinging and throbbing in your crotch doesn't subside. It's likely you've torn, even if only a bit.

You ease yourself down to the bed with your baby in your hands and bunch up the sheets to your stinging crotch. Right now, you can only think about how you need to get ready for court and take your place as the Emperor's favorite.

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All of the court goes silent when they see you walk painfully in. The Emperor gawks in awe. The other concubines stare in disbelief. You are as cleaned up as someone who has just given birth a mere dozen hours ago could be. Your cleavage leaves little to the imagination with the depth of the neckline and your midriff is still round enough to poke through your clothes. But you maintain the farce that you've easily birthed a thirteen pound baby by yourself.

You actually look quite beautiful, but everyone looks at the massive, energetically cooing baby in your arms. The Emperor grins at you widely and lustfully. It was unsubtle. At that moment the power shifts, and everyone knows you'll be his favorite now.

#birth fiction #birth kink #labor fiction #maiesiophilia #labor kink #preg kink #birth fic #labor fic #reader insert #difficult birth #18+ content #nsfw

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birthedstars · 2 months

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this video 🫠🫠

oh to be kissed through contractions like that… the both of us enjoying what’s happening to my body, the baby you pumped in me getting out and causing me a lot of pain… but the kissing makes it better, and I’m still thinking about how you were just pumping in to me five minutes ago to get the baby out!! 🥵🥵

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birthedstars · 2 months

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Madeleine's Duty

They're calling again, Mads,” Jules turned over the phone. Sixteen missed calls blinked on it.

“Ignore them,” Madeleine held the base of her overtaxed stomach. Her back and abdomen constricted tightly.

It had only been a few hours since labor started. Madeleine's forehead and dark curly hair were already shining with sweat.

She cursed her family with every contraction and every lightning strike of pain that went through her crotch. All she was to them was a baby carrier for her sister.

Her sister was the perfect golden child. She'd gotten everything she wanted and all she had to do was ask. Her sister found out that not only were her eggs non-viable, but carrying a child was out of the question. When she learned her body was less than perfect, the entire family rallied to find a solution. And that solution was Madeleine. Slightly wider hips, sturdier health, and her genetics would let her sister imagine it was her own baby. Her and the family were adamant that Madeleine be inseminated with her Brother in-laws sperm.

She denied of course, but her parents quickly leveraged their finances and said that they would stop paying for her last semester of college if she didn't do it pregnant. With the threat of her education being ended hanging over her head, she agreed.

So now here she was. 39 weeks pregnant. Out of state at her best friend's dorm about to give birth to this big baby. Madeleine did this more out of spite than practicality. There was no way she was going to be locked into stirrups as a doctor and her family watched her struggle with birth. She was so tight and full, the head of the kid rested right in her pelvis just waiting for it to open more.

“You're still early on Mads, you can still back out,” Jules came up behind her friend and rubbed her back. “This is dangerous.”

Jules, the only support system she had outside of her Uncle who'd done a lot to separate himself from the family, was basically her lifeline through all this. Her Wolf Cut black hair draped to her shoulders amber eyes that always seemed to look sharply at anything. She was a bit rough at times, but Mads trusted her more than anyone.

“l don't want to give them the fucking satisfaction of seeing me have their kid,” Mads spat as the contraction released.

Jules' shoulders sank, then sighed. “Fine, but if it gets out of hand I'm calling an ambulance, ok?”

Mads nodded, continuing to rotate her hips through the soreness. Her campus sweatshirt began to cling to her bump like a layer cling wrap.

“C'mon we need to get this off of you. You can’t overheat,” Jules tugged at Madeleine's sweatshirt.

Madeleine pulled off her hoodie, exposing her bump to the cool air of the apartment. Even without a contraction, her stomach was a solid, tight ball. It somehow remained completely smooth and unmarked by anything except the dark line that ran through her poked out belly button.

Jules comforted Mads throughout the process. She was an OBGYN and midwife in training and Mads’ best friend, but Mads found it increasingly difficult to separate the care shown through duty and friendship and…other feelings.

“God, the pressure…it's so fucking bad!” Mads whimpered as she pulled off her shirt.

“Just focus on your breathing. It's normal and I'm not going to lie to you by saying it gets better,” Jules said sternly, pulling down Mad's leggings.

A thin stream of fluid trickled from Madeleine's puffy slit. It coated her thighs, and the leggings.

“Fuck, its really happening…” Mads trembled, suddenly feeling the weight of reality. Her bump rippled with movement.

Jules shook her head and tossed the pants aside. “Well, I guess we're really doing this.”

Hours of contractions and no progress was an apt description of Madeleine's experience since her waters broke. Jules walked her around the apartment until her belly contorted and Mads found it hard to move. Madeleine could only grip her friends arms as she whimpered and trembled against the pressure and pain.

Madeleine's big belly hung low and the pressure behind her cervix was intense. Her gait was wide with each waddling step.

Walking didn't seem to make the process any easier or faster.

“Let's try the birth ball,” Madeleine tried scooting to the ball in the corner of the room, only stopped by a vicious tightening in her core.

“Careful, Mads,” Jules supported her laboring friend and ushered her over to the ball through the contraction.

“Thank you so much,” Madeleine said softly. “I don't know what I'd have done without you.”

Jules turned, scratching the back of her neck - a nervous tick of hers. “Yeah, well, your dumbass would have tried to do this anyway. Better I'm here for it.”

That was the original plan; birthing alone in her tiny apartment bathroom. Madeleine quickly realized she'd have given in to calling an ambulance hours ago if Jules weren't here. With Jules help, Madeleine lowered her heavy form on the ball.

Madeleine rotated her hips slowly. The head wedged deeper in her pelvis, but her labor was still slow progressing. She was growing frustratingly more uncomfortable, more eager to just get this baby out of her.

Jules massaged her lower back when contractions occurred. The counter pressure helped a bit, but Mads’ whimpers filled the space all the same.

Another three hours passed. Positions shifting from walking, hands and knees on the floor, the ball, even squatting. nothing seemed to speed up the labor.

After the latest contraction, Jules bent between Madeleine's legs. She placed a doppler at the base of her belly and inserted her fingers up into Madeleine's laboring canal. Both women always seemed to avoid looking at each other when this happened.

“Only 7 centimeters. Christ.” Jules Shook her head. “Doppler is acting spotty, but the baby is still strong, so that's good.”

In total, Madeleine had been in labor for almost two days. Mounting pressure, discomfort, and pain made every waking moment insufferable.

“There's gotta be something we can do! It's so much pressure,” Madeleine groaned, a hint of desperation in her voice.

Jules pursed her lips, considering the options.

“Well…nipple stimulation is a good way to jump start contractions, so we can try that?” Jules rose from between Madeleine's legs.

Madeleine instantly blushed. “I-I, uh, sure! Whatever we need to do to get this baby out of me.”

Jules led Madeleine back to the bed and let her lay down. Jules sidled up to the edge, and took one of Madeleine's nipples between her fingers.

Madeleine immediately felt a slight blanket of pleasure cover her body. Her cheeks burned a bright red. Jules’ straight face softened just as she saw Madeleine's reaction to the stimulation. Madeleine felt genuine relief for the first time after days of labor and weeks of uncomfortably carrying this giant baby on her frame.

Madeleine opened her eyes and looked at Jules. Her face was beat red, looking at Madeleine's heaving body. Madeleine's heart fluttered a bit just staring at her. Jules moved her gaze up Madeleine's body in quiet examination.

Their eyes eventually linked together. They both looked at each other for a century. Madeleine's soft moans seemed to pull Jules closer. A contraction, early compared to the others and more painful, grips Mads’ belly. She lets out a soft hiss and grabs its taut surface. Suddenly, Jules’ free hand rubs around Madeleine's belly button. Sparks of stimulation course through her stomach, adding to the eager pulse between her legs.

Jules’ face inched closer to Madeleine's. “Does it feel … good?”

“Mmh, yes,” Madeleine moaned.

Spontaneously, Jules leaned in and pressed her lips into Madeleine's.

Madeleine melted into the unexpected kiss. No words were spoken between them from that point forward. Jules' hands remained on the stiff and undulating womb and the engorged teat.

The pressure grew and the contractions intensified to new strengths as Jules quickened her twisting. The pressure in her pussy was joined with a pulse in her clit that taunted her.

At some point, amidst the pair's indulgence,

Madeleine dilated fully. The head dropped into her canal. Her bump, despite being on her back, shifted down toward her opening. Madeleine began moaning into the pain warmly. Her heart swelled as her best friend continued to ease her pain with affectionate kisses and sensual grazes.

“I should check you,” Jules murmured against her lips, feeling the belly seize.

Madeleine grabbed Jules’ hand. “No, keep going. I'll-I'll tell you when I'm ready. I can feel it getting closer.” Jules obliged.

Madeleine’s legs unconsciously drew back the longer they went. Her stomach tightened as she bore down with the pressure. Her canal filled slowly with the baby. Hard than soft, her belly shifted and her surrogate baby forced her hips wide.

She was so lost in the pleasure, she hadn't realized how close the baby was to crowning. It started with tiny sparks of pain, then it slowly ignited. Madeleine winced each time the head moved forward. Her pussy bulged and the tight, swollen lips began to stretch around the baby

Madeleine broke out of the loving trance she was in and reached her hand down to her crotch. Her palm immediately met the tented bulge of her pussy.

“It's coming- oooohhh- I can feel it coming, Jules,” Madeleine's face scrunched up, the severe ring of fire could no longer be ignored. “God, it's crowning! It burns!”

The pleasure was washed away by the growing sear and the feeling that her pussy was being pulled to its limit.

“It’s so big!” Madeleine's back arched.

Jules switched into midwife mode, leaving Madeleine with the pure feelings of labor.

“Hey, hey, controlled breathing! Short, even pushes!” Jules commanded.

Madeleine balled up the sheets in her hands and let out staccato breaths. The head continued to pull her pussy outward and her mountainous belly twisted with splitting contraction after contraction.

Jules put her hands around the huge crown, trying to coax her friend's pussy around the head.

“Careful, Mads!”

Madeleine ignored her friend, curled in on herself. The desperation to get the baby out overwhelmed caution. With legs bent back and her chin between Her swollen breasts, she bore down on the baby. Her pussy pull

A screech and pop followed.

“Shit!” Jules exclaimed.

The head burst into Jules’ hands. Madeleine's body vigorously shook. The shoulder bore through Madeleine's worn out pussy. A roar of pain and determination boomed from Madeleine's throat.

“Holy shit, Mads…” Jules looked down at the baby in her hands.

Madeleine looked over her only slightly deflated belly. The baby was already squirming and whimpering as Jules performed her cleaning procedures.

“I did it…I gave birth,” Madeleine panted.

Jules smiled and laughed tiredly. “You sure did. You fucking scared me there at the end.”

Madeleine smiled sheepishly. She was exhausted and did her best to relax as Jules handled the cleanup.

Madeleine laid back on the bed until she felt comfortable to sit up. Contractions were still coming and going, but she assumed it was the placenta.

But the pressure was getting worse again though. Her softer, still swollen belly, tightened more as she let time pass. Jules had already made sure the baby was in good health and began packing things up so they could get the baby to a hospital for a proper check.

Maybe she just needed to get off her back.

Madeleine slowly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. As soon as she tried to stand the pain in her hips and pussy shot through her.

“Hey, careful. You just gave birth, don't try to stand,” Jules steadied Madeleine's body.

The pain in her bottom half transformed into something eerily familiar.

“Jules…something doesn't feel right,” Madeleine rubbed her still swollen belly. The uncomfortable pressure was returning with the contractions.

Jules went through a list of checks to make sure Madeleine was ok. Blood pressure, temperature, no bleeding in the canal, all was clean. Until Jules pulled out the doppler.

“Mads…did you ever go to an ultrasound appointment,” Jules asked, shifting the sonar around the contracting underbelly.

“Ngh-Yeah, but they wouldn't let me-oooohhh ow ow- see the pictures,” Mads held onto the side of the bed. “Jules, what's wrong?!”

Jules pursed her lips for a second, setting aside the doppler. “There is a second baby Mads. I thought the school gave me a shit doppler but no.”

“No,” Mads shook her head frantically as her cervix began to spread. “They said it was just one baby. Just one. Just-”

The intense urge to push took her immediately. Madeleine's belly seized with all the force of a birthing contraction. Water burst between her legs. Another baby cascaded down her canal. Her family lied to her.

Madeleine dropped roughly into a squat, that she wouldn't have managed to hold up without Jules help

“I can't do it again!” she shrieked as her body shook and her canal spread again.

“You're strong as hell, Madeleine! You're gonna push this one out too,” Jules yelled.

The baby, just as big as its twin, fell through the canal paved by its sibling. That didn't make the contractions any easier or the situation any less mind bending. Jules was saying words of encouragement one after the other, but Madeleine couldn't hear them. Her belly twisted every other minute, forcing her to give birth.

She pushed with desperation against Jules' caution. Madeleine needed it out. Need it to be over. The pressure and pain gone. Her sister's burden out of her fucking body

Madeleine's back arched again. Her labor worn pussy began bulging, straining against the head. The ring of fire only made her more desperate. She bore down on the huge head.

Madeleine heard Jules yell something like ‘stop’. A hand pressed itself on the crown, stopping progress. But, Madeleine just pushed harder. Her mouth wide and cheeks tear stained, she felt something snap around the crown and then felt the pressure fall away.

Madeleine felt out of the squat on her ass. In her delirium she saw Jules swearing through her lips, a phone in one hand and a bloodied towel in another, and the second baby moving on the towel beneath her.

A few days passed. Madeleine got treated properly for her tear, thankfully minor. Both her and Jules were scolded by the hospital staff and Jules dorm RA. Her sisters twins

Madeleine left the twins with her Uncle, who promised not to say a word about Madeleine's whereabouts. It was only when Jules pulled out of the lot thay Madeleine felt genuine relief that she didn't have to deal with her family anymore. But, she couldn’t help but thoughtlessly rub her swollen, empty belly. As she looked out of the window, at the town passing by, she silently hoped those twins had a good life.

#birth fiction #birth kink #labor fiction #maiesiophilia #labor kink #preg kink #fpreg #birth fic #labor fic #twin birth #twin pregnancy #18+ content #nsfw

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birthedstars · 3 months

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Juniper bundled the sheets into her palms. When she was younger, she was so into dating guys heads taller than her. It was almost kink with how turned on she was by big men dicking her down. Now she wished she'd settled for someone closer to her rather short height and dainty figure.

Juniper was dressed down to her bra and panties. Her overgrown, taut belly twisted with contractions. Basically hanging off her body, her bump was crisscrossed with veins and stretchmarks. Even as the contraction eased, her stomach looked like it was ready to burst. She was impossibly huge for her size.

Juniper planned on having a midwife help her, but fate had other plans. Night before, midwife called saying her car was totaled.

The baby daddy, Junipers FWB, heard Juniper tell him he didn't have to be involved and took it seriously. Aside from some takeout, a few prenatal items, and a few sneaky links here and there, he was hands off. Juniper stared at her texts to him.

[Juniper]"Im in labor..."

[Chis]"K."

[Juniper]"can you take me to the hospital? midwifes car got totaled and your baby is fckn killing me"

［Chris]"Nah, cant. Sorry."

[Chris]"Gl 😁👍"

[Juniper] "for fucks sake Chris,pick me up!"

That last text was sent five hours ago, unread. Juniper hated hospitals but at this rate she wasn't sure she'd have a choice.

Her stomach twisted. The boulder-like head of her FWB's baby forced open her cervix. Bolts of pain struck her back, underbelly and birth canal. Junipers body quaked in response, her mouth releasing a howl of suffering.

Juniper bore down with the pressure, completely driven by instinct and a want to be released from this hell. She instantly felt her pussy canal stretch to its limit just to contour to huge shape of the head.

"Fuck! So fucking big," Juniper's back arched high; the pain in her belly and lower body blazing like a wildfire.

The wave broke. Juniper heaved when the contraction ended and she was left the feeling of 99th percentile baby wedged between her hips.

Juniper's had hope though. The baby was huge, yes. But it was moving. Maybe she could still do this at home.

Three hours later, Junipers pussy was pushed out in an incredible bulge. Her whole body shook and tightened hard, desperate for birth. The head wouldn't move and her lips screamed a warning at her. "Push more and you'll tear."

Currently shrieking through a contraction that threatened to break her. Juniper snatched her phone - on its last percents of charge - she finally called for an ambulance.

Her fingers dug into the underside of her belly. The ringer went for a few beats. Fluid squirted around the her tight crowning pussy. She bit her lip in resistance against the inevitable.

"Cmon, cmon, cmon," tears spilled from her eyes, the charge on her phone ticking down and down.

"911, whats your emergency!"

"Im having my baby! It's too fucking big, im going to tear! Oh god im going to tear," Juniper screamed into the phone.

"Ok, ma'am, just give us your address and we'll have help on the way," The operator said.

Juniper managed to whimper out the info.

"Alright, just try not to push until help arrives, until then sta-" The operator's voice cut off as her phone died.

"I-i can't..." Juniper held her throbbing, red blushed belly. Her body wanted the baby out now. Juniper dragged all of her pillows close to her and stacked them. The only way was to force herself to stop.

Juniper sat her bulging pussy on the stack of pillows. She wept at her own arrogance in thinking she could take Chris' baby or birth it as she resisted the pressure to push.

By the time paramedics arrived, Junipers wailing could be heard through the door. They lifted Juniper off her ruined pillows. Her legs were permanently spread and pussy was stuck in a red ring around the consequence of her need for a big cock attached to a giant of a man.

having a big tall and strong partner with a huge dick is all fun and games until you have to push out their baby

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birthedstars · 4 months

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Mavis bit her lip as the King circled his finger around the growing crown of her royal bastard. Her servants dress only covered her huge laboring bump. Her hands and knees quaked beneath her to keep her prostrated before the throne. Her covered belly glanced against the tile of the throne room.

"I think this might be the biggest child I've sired," The young King laughed. "Her pussy is just barely holding on!"

A few of the court nobles chuckled. Both amusingly and to massage the Kings ego. Only a few looked at Mavis with concern and the King's display with digust. They would never help her for the sake of their own lands. A few servants lined the sides of the throne room. Cupbearer, Stablemaster, Taste tester; all showing a distinctly swelling abdomen benath their clothes.

Mavis twisted on the ground as she gave in to another contraction

"Please, my King, let me give birth. The pain, is too much,"Mavis whimpered.

The King ignored her with a snicker, then pulled the dress over the huge belly constricting his servant. He rested his hand on the warm and stretch mark ridden belly.

"I think I'll decide that," The King pressed his other hand onto the nearly crowned head of his bastard.

Mavis' entire body shook, her voice cracked and echoed a shriek that none of the nobles had heard from a laboring woman before. Her back arched and her legs scrambled uselessly to get away. Mavis gripped the king's arm in an attempt to stop him, but it was for nothing. His hand buried the child back to just a sliver and a slight bulge.

"I didn't get to see this part, so you're going to entertain me with it," The King went back to rubbing her swollen pussy and looking at it with awe.

Mavis' breasts heaved, swallowing gulps of air. The contraction was gone and now her massive baby was fully back into her canal.

The King kept her like that. She'd nearly crowned her baby ten times over the course of the day. It wasn't until the King released the nobility that he removed his hand.

Mavis, tired and worn, pushed with little might. Her stiff belly constricting every other minute die little to help get the baby to crowning.

"Come now, finish it. Its been long enough, " The King looked at her bored. "You can push harder."

Mavis curled in on herself and bore down on her giant baby. Her lips bulged at first, grew to slit, then finally a perfect circl of crown. The burn made her cry out in pain. The head wasn't moving with her push. It was stuck.

Several contractions pass with no progress. Her legs and arms couldn’t hold her up anymore and she eventually fell on her side. The King shook his head with disappointment.

"Bah, I'll come back later. Lord Erbert's daughter might still be here if i make haste," The King got up and left the throne room.

"You fucking bastard," Mavis croaked, too low to hear.

Just as he leaves, another contraction hits Mavis. She puts all her rage into a push and the throne room becomes a symphony of her noise. In a minute, it ends with a pop and the splatter of fluid.

It wouldn't be till morning that the other pregnant servants find a nearly unconscious Mavis with a torn pussy and a huge baby on her chest.

royal court where the servants all get bred by the horny monarch and forced to keep going about their duties all throughout pregnancy and birth. but one day the monarch picks one unlucky one to come before the throne, kneel, and present their pained stretched hole. the monarch takes their time admiring it and playing with it and applying pressure with each contraction so that the crowning head doesn't come out any further. they spend the rest of the day like that, with their servant birthing just for them <3

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birthedstars · 5 months

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“The Duchy”

Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.

“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.

Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.

The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"

He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.

“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.

“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.

Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.

“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.

Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.

Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.

Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.

“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.

The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.

“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.

Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.

In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.

“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.

The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.

Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.

Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.

Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.

Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.

Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.

“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.

As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.

Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.

In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.

Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.

The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.

The crowd shouted in celebration.

Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.

“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.

Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.

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birthedstars · 5 months

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Birthing For Her Art

Laura was a young artist. In one of the very cliche definitions of the title. Eccentric to a fault, genuine about her craft and contained a hint, maybe even a heaping spoonful, of insanity to balance it all out.

Angela and Eric had very little idea what they were getting into when they signed up for Laura's art project. The project was supposed to show passion in the various stages of pregnancy. The euphoria in breeding, the elation of seeing the growing bump and the intensity of birth.

They'd merely assumed they'd be the breeding stage and there would be other subjects for the other stages, but they hadn't read the entire project summary before signing on. The pair heard creampies for pay and didn't give it a second thought. They were in it the whole way through.

"Ok, what…position do you want us in," Angela asked, still covering her breasts.

Laura was still meticulously arranging her pencils and brushes. She diverted her attention to the pair. Angela was about as tall as Eric, lean figure- her size all but guaranteed that she'd be showing early on. Eric was a large man, and through her research, Laura had concluded that everyone in his family was huge- even the women.

"A bit of foreplay. Allow yourselves to get into the natural flow of things; act as if I'm not even here," Laura said.

The pair looked at each other nervously and began to kiss. It was an awkward display that slowly led to them getting into motion. Eric's cock began to tent and Angela's pussy moistened as their kissing

Angela lowered herself slowly on Eric's erect cock. The both of them let out an airy moan in unison as their warm and ready flesh met each other. Angela eased herself up and down smoothly.

Laura immediately got to sketching them in motion. Several references of their faces, the way Eric's cock began to glisten with Angela's fluids, and the way Angela's hardened nipples bounced made their way onto Laura's pad.

Laura spent the time meticulously detailing their bodies as they shifted from riding, lying on their side, doggy style and finally missionary. The entire experience from her point of view was objective. She couldn’t say she derived any pleasure from it aside from making progress on her latest work.

"Cum in me, babe. Give me your fucking load," Angela moaned into Eric's shoulder.

"Holy shiiit," Eric growled in response.

Right now, Angela's arms were wrapped around Eric's neck and her legs around his waist. He held her in his arms as he fervently rammed his throbbing dick into her eager pussy already dripping with precum.

Both cried out in finality as Eric decisively thrusted deep into Angela; Laura made sure to quickly sketch it in detail. Eric made sure to keep Angela's pussy plugged with his cock and Angela kept her legs locked on him.

Within the next few weeks, Angela confirmed that she was pregnant. Laura could hardly contain her excitement for her project's progress.

Every trimester Angela and Eric would come to Laura's studio for just modeling. The pair took it well, Eric cradled Angela's growing bump while Angela made every attempt at showing it off when she could along with her swelling breasts and widening hips. Even outside of the studio she wore skimpier attire.

Then Angela's due date arrived and so did the time for the final piece.

Eric and Angela both arrived at Laura's studio in summer wear. Angela's shirt rode up to the top of her belly and shorts unbuttoned beneath her bump.

At 40 weeks pregnant, Angela was absurdly round. Despite her height, her belly looked like a tight, solid sphere. It was perfectly unmarked aside from the dark line down the middle. Her bump definitely had a slight droop to it now, she was more than ready to pop.

Both drinks were spiked with a special aphrodisiac. In a few minutes, neither of them would be able to resist each other's touch.

Angela's however, was also mixed with a bit of labor-inducing concoction that Laura managed to get online. If everything went accordingly and if Angela's dropped belly was anything to go by, Laura would be able to capture everything she needed for the third trimester scene as well as the birth. Her art project would be perfected.

The summer heat led them to downing the drinks in quick fashion. Then they got quick to work.

Laura sketched the pair in several poses. Typical maternity pictures with them admiring the belly and each other. The latter became more intimate as time progressed. First kissing, then Angela's breasts became exposed, then Eric had a visible tent in his shorts.

The two descended into the depths of their own pleasure. Eric ate Angela out until her bump constricted. Angela sucked his cock to the point he was trembling. The aphrodisiac made it so that just penetration made them cry out.

Laura's eyes were glued on Angela's bump. It was glossed with sweat at this point and rolling with contractions and bated breaths. Her belly button poked out and the roundness of it swayed with each thrust. Laura felt a twinge in her privates as she watched Angela's belly go from swinging to tightening. It was a pulse of pleasure she hadn't felt before. She didn't take any of the aphrodisiac…or at least she thought she hadn't. With her free hand, she slowly migrated her hand to between her legs and began rubbing the fabric against her clit.

“Goood, fuck me harder, Eric!” Angela cried out while on all fours.

Eric just thrusted deeper while holding both her firm tits in his hands. Angela's stomach constricted hard as she howled out in pleasure. Her whole body shook and her toes curled. Eric groaned loudly until he pushed his cock in as deep as he could. Angela's waters burst and that didn’t stop either of them. Eric continued to ram into her throbbing pussy with spurts of fluid coming out with each thrust.

“I-I think it's time Ange, maybe we should stop,” Eric said, still slowly thrusting in her.

“N-no f-fuck my ass, need you in me. It feels so fucking good,” Angela begged. “Let me ride your cock.”

Eric accepted quickly and laid on his back. Angela nearly pounced on his cock to ride him reverse cowgirl style.

‘So much pressure!” Angela moaned, holding her belly.

“Your so fucking tight, holy shit!” Eric shouted. “It feels so good!”

The two of them were almost possessed by pleasure. Angela's belly was in a nearly constant state of contraction and Eric's stamina seemed endless.

Another splatter of water echoed in the room. Laura looked directly at her pussy to see it begin to tremble and bulge. Maybe she'd given them too much of the aphrodisiac. Angela's face was constantly etched with ecstasy as the tear drop appeared. She didn't once hesitate as she bounced her ass on Eric's cock.

Eric was the same, his eyes unfocused and his fingers trained on twisting Angela's engorged tits until they spilled milk over her labor hardened belly. He couldn't see the slowly growing crown in his position.

"Babe, harder! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna c-cum!" Angela yoweled. Her tight belly seized, the baby's head pulling her pussy out into a wide circle at an incredible pace.

"Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good Ange!" Eric thrusted his hips up into Angela even harder. Angela reacted with a sensual cry, not even feeling the ring of fire that should be pressing itself on her pussy.

Laura quickly sketched the pair at this moment while edging herself to cum. The crown wide as can be, fluid squirting around the head, both parents' faces permanently drawn in euphoria. It was perfect. This scene would be perfect. God, she wanted to be in that position.

Eric's thrust hit harder and his groans rose. "Im fucking cumming!"

"Oh, oh, oh-Goooood!" Angela's hand sprung to her tight belly as it seized through her orgasm. Her body shook with the sensation of her ass being filled and her pussy spreading wider. Eric buried the entirety of his cock into her and howled out his release. The entire baby explodes out with a gush of fluid between their legs.

Both of them, still wading in ecstasy, looked surprised that there was a squirming and crying mess of a baby between them. Laura gripped the side of her sketch table as she came down from her own orgasm.

Laura was lucky she recorded the whole thing for later reference, she wasn't completely sure she caught everything while pleasuring herself.

Afterwards, Laura drove the pair to the hospital and dealt with rather awkward looks from the nurses as Angela was carted into a room with cum still slightly spilling out of her. Laura congratulated them both, paid them handsomely and went on her way. She also had new project in mind that she needed to get started on as soon as possible.

A few months later, the night of the art exhibition, Laura proudly showed off her art pieces of Eric and Angela as well as a sneak peak at her new muse. The exhibition was a huge success. But, everyone was in awe at the sight of Laura. The fabric of her dress was drawn tightly around her stomach- growing a pair for the next exhibit's main draw.

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birthedstars · 6 months

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The Chosen

Pregnancy was tradition and expectation for the people of Mila. It was both a privilege and a sacrifice that not many people had the fortune to endure. And you are one of the lucky few to be chosen for this trial.

Pregnancy was only possible through the ritual; Sex was without consequence and shame for the people on this island. For the day, you and many other couples would spend their time ensuring you would be filled with seed in the Temple. Each couple is given a separate room blessed by Mila so that you may conceive this year's generation of children.

Beneath the eyes of Mila, you and your partner sign your womb away to be a vessel for life. Your legs lock behind their thrusting hips and your pussy clenches on their eager cock. You ride, grinding your cunt against their hips as their hands feel your flat stomach; excitedly anticipating it swelling beneath their hands every day. Your partner bends you over and pumps his messy, cum covered cock into you as you beg for him to breed you again.

Hours of ensuring that seed would in fact be sown.

By the end of the day, you and several others are exhausted. Laying naked in the grasp of your lovers with loads of their cum leaking between your legs. The next day, your journey began.

There was no need to wait weeks or days for confirmation, no one ever left the ritual barren. You and the others are given several sets of clothes that make it so that your belly is never covered. You and your partner receive matching white, painted sigils; A small one on their wrist and a larger one on your belly. It marks you both as blessed by the goddess and when the time comes let your partner know when your labor begins.

It's not long before you and the others start to feel the sickness and the changes. Within weeks, you being the first of them, your bellies begin to show signs of growth beneath your navel. The outfits you all wore made sure everyone could observe the new life being nurtured. Your partner couldn’t keep your hands off of the firm, small bump or your tender nipples. Your body

The months progressed speedily. The time occupied with events that were a first for you. You felt your baby kick. You witnessed your breasts slowly fill out and leak clear fluid. You experienced what it was like to have your partners cock force your belly to bounce with their passionate fucking. It was all so good. But the time with it was limited by nature.

Nine months later, the chosen are seen with full term bellies. Some low, some high. Some small and firm and some large and soft.

Your belly is massive in comparison to the other chosen. Your bump was elongated like an arrow and naturally hung lower than most bumps. Your stretch marks pulled from the base of your belly up its sides. Your belly button is a tight little nob split by a dark line of skin. You are simply the picture of fertility; the ideal.

It was hard for anyone to keep their hands off of it or praise you for your efforts.

Your stride is a waddle and your pelvis aches with the weight of your baby; every one of the chosen had that trait now that they were full term. Swaying bare bellies and full breasts on display so that all could witness their Goddesses bounty.

You walk through the town square until a low moan meets your ears.

You slowly waddle to the sound of heaving. One of the older, experienced chosen were on their hands and knees with a large puddle of fluid beneath them. The paint on their belly shimmered slightly. You can't help, no one could, it would sully the ritual of birth. Suddenly, their partner breaks out of one the houses in a full sprint toward their laboring partner. They were the only ones allowed to assist.

Their husband immediately begins massaging their low back and uttering what vaguely sounded like support beneath her heavy moans.

You see the woman's small belly tighten. Her pussy begins to bulge outward. The man brings his hands to the woman's pussy and begins to massage it lightly. The head progresses steadily, sliding out with even streams of fluid. The woman handles the shoulders with equal ease, letting their child fall into its fathers hands.

As the baby cried, the onlookers shouted their praises and well wishes for the couple. Every birth and subsequent healthy cry was

The chosen began laboring one after the other after that point. Each day a couple would bring in a healthy child to be acknowledged by the village.

You are the last. Everyday you thought you'd enter labor was another day you spent resting or waddling through the forest. Which is what you are doing now. Your belly has grown slightly lopsided in the last week with the increase of test contractions and much more firm.

You find yourself wandering far from the main village and stumbling upon a marsh. The waters were clear, the greenery vibrant. Trees extended upward from a tangle of roots sat in the water. You take a few steps into the shallow water, slowly waddling into the sun lit grove.

It was beautiful, but every moment you spent in that area was every moment your body inched closer to birth. The spasms are consistent and the pressure has very much increased. You're certain you're in labor and today is the day.

You're quite far away from your partner in the village. It would take time for them to find you, but It's said that once the time came, you would be drawn to the place to give birth. This might be your place. Your sandaled feet scoot in shallow water and you feel the pressure in the base of your belly steadily strengthen. Something tells you that this is right.

You pace in the area taking in the surroundings. Allowing the hastening contractions to wash over you even though the pain was becoming much more intense. You feel yourself slowly opening up with each spasm and the weight of your belly slowly dropping further. You shed your bra and let your filled tits hang, twisting them a bit to bring on more contractions.

Eventually, a pain strong enough to stop you in your tracks and grip onto the trunk of a nearby tree hits. Your knees bend and your voice rises from a breathy pant to a loud moan. Your water still remains intact, but your baby is getting ready to descend regardless. You slowly drop to your hands and knees. Your belly hangs beneath you as you rock on all fours. The rigid sphere moves through water as you move. Your breaths and moans steady as your body works to open you wider. Before long, a distinctly solid sphere begins to push on your inner opening.

Then you feel it. Something inside telling you to bear down- to give birth. The white paint on your belly shimmers. A strong contraction hits you and you give in to the urge and bear down. A labored version of your voice echoes off the water and through the trees. Your swollen belly constricts. A pop comes from inside you and a splattering from something hitting the water meets your ears.

You look down and see the water beneath you grow cloudy. The contraction persists and the head of your baby opens your swollen canal. But the contraction ends just as you feel the beginning of the head exit.

Each time you bear down you feel only slight progress. Your hips spread tightly around the head. Your breaths are still controlled and even. You shift from your hands and knees to your back leant up against the tree.

Your big stomach heaves with your breaths and squeezes tightly against your womb every other minute. Your baby is filling you know, just behind your pussy lips ready to be born. You grip the roots of the tree and push hard, making your crotch swell outward.

Just then, you see your partner rush out into the marsh, and run to your side. They're amazed at how far you've gotten.

"You're doing so well," Your partner plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead and rubs your stiff belly.

You can only moan a response with the hard contractions holding you.

The head is big. Slowly and agonizingly pulling your lips wide. Your partner twists a nipple with one hand and massages your pussy with the other. Then the teardrop begins to grow.

Your partner stops twisting your tits and puts their hands around the growing crown.

You whimper as your swollen pussy bulges and the burn encompasses you. You are so close. So close to giving birth to the first of hopefully many of you and your lover's children.

Your back arcs as a contraction peaks and your pussy reaches the limit of its stretching. Your body jerks and a loud gasp escapes your throat. The head pops out into your partner's hands. The contraction continues, the baby rotates in your canal and the shoulders surge forward. Your big baby slides out of you and into the hands of your partner.

Your belly slightly shrinks as fluid spills out into the marsh. You pant as your partner rubs your newborn to life. The baby squirms and a sharp cry pierces the air and makes your tits ache. Your partner passes the babe to you while he gets to tying the cord.

It takes some calming but your baby, a girl, eventually quiets and takes to suckling on your breast. This year's breeding trial was over, now all you had to do was go home.

After waiting a bit, you and your partner slowly walk back to the village. They support your weight as you hold your newborn and bare through placenta contractions. They start slightly weak but grow in time. And in speed.

Then a hard contraction hits you. It doesn't feel like The familiar feeling of a baby's head entering your canal encompasses your lower half. You feel your waters break again and splash into the water. You hold your belly with one hand as it seizes. A second baby was wrestling to get out of your still big stomach.

You and your partner can take pride in being breeding twins. But for right now, you have to give birth to another of Mila's bounty. As you bear down with your partner between your legs and your second baby already making your pussy bulge, you can't help but eagerly await the next time you're chosen.

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birthedstars · 7 months

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Victim of the Labyrinth

The forest echoed with a single woman's screams. Her fingers dug into the shoulders of the hero Theseus and another young man from the Labyrinth. The dirty, soiled dress she wore couldn’t cover the gargantuan load she carried nor the source of her suffering.

Her stomach, beneath a tainted gown, was covered with blood red streaks of stretch marks. It carried low and heavy on her, as if the skin could tear and fall off her at any moment. Between her legs, the battered lips of her pussy were stretched to white, beyond their limit. The head wasn't circular though, it was more rectangular, not suited for the canal of a human. Everyone who followed behind her could see it looked like the head of a calf with small bumps for horns.

Within each of Phaedra's screams held a desperate plea for Hera to help her. To let her survive. It felt as though they fell on deaf ears every time she felt the huge body of the Minotaur's baby crawl through her. The risk she took seducing the Minotaur to allow a few of them to escape made it so that Theseus was even here, but the pain coursing through her stretched thin belly was convincing her it was hardly worth it. She never predicted that the Minotaur could even impregnate her.

The trio, along with the other former prisoners burst into the camp.

A crowd had already gathered to observe the return of the hero who would slay the Minotaur. They had begun shouting Theseus' name once they'd recognized him and were promptly ignored.

"Hang on, Phaedra, we're almost there!" The young man said.

An audible pop came from Phaedra crotch, drowned by her screams. Her pussy nearly tore around the now crowned bull head. Drops of blood and water trailed beneath her.

Theseus and the young man rushed her out of sight of the crowd as quickly as they could. If the villagers found out what was being born, they would kill her before the huge child had the chance to.

Screaming and crying all the way, Phaedra was dragged to the village doctor. Upon entering, they looked upon a full clinic of sick and hurt prisoners of the Labyrinth from another group.

The doctor was young, only just taking the place of the former doctor who had passed. Despite that, her demeanor was hardly amateurish. She moved between beds swiftly before seeing the struggling Phaedra. She only took a quick glance at her twisted bump and her straining pussy before throwing out orders.

"Take her down stairs! I'll attend to her as soon as I can!" The doctor shouted.

The pair of men obeyed and ushered the struggling young woman down.

It was a fairly deep basement under the earth, away from prying eyes and could muffle the greater bouts of suffering Phaedra would have to endure.

Phaedra was left to writhe in pain for hours on the cot. She couldn’t stand, the baby had damaged her pelvis. She couldn’t move without a foot thrusting into a rib, bladder or finely stretched skin of her belly. She escaped one prison of the Labyrinth only to be put into the prison of the birthing bed.

After Pheadra was as settled as she could possibly be, Theseus left to help get the other survivors situated and ease the crowds of their desire to see the great hero.

"What's your name?" Phaedra asked between breaths.

"Nikos, just Nikos," the young man said, pouring another swig of water into her mouth.

"Thank you, Nikos, for staying with me," Phaedra's brow furrowed at the end, her stomach went rigid and the half crowned head quivered within tight confines of her pussy.

Nikos stayed by her side. Relieving her breasts of milk every time the pressure grew too great. He held her hand when spasms returned.

Phaedra could do nothing but grip Nikos' hand and shriek desperate pleas to Hera as her huge, unnatural stomach twisted and the shoulders of her Minotaur baby tore open her pussy

The Doctor finally came down to the basement.

"Ok, let's see what we have here," The Doctor immediately got between the struggling woman's legs and flipped the gown over the tower of a belly. "By the gods."

Phaedra's stomach had a distinct shine amongst the discoloration of her skin. Branches of veins and stretch marks covered her shifting bump. The Minotaur baby stretched her labia into a thin and fraying circle, most of its shoulders were out, still struggling to make an appearance.

"Please just get it out of me Doctor," Phaedra's head rolled back and forth on the bed as her belly started to harden.

"Ok, Nikos, I need to press on the top of her belly. Strong and firm when I que you," the Doctor instructed. "I'll pull on the head. Brace yourself, Phardra."

Nikos hesitantly put both hands on Phardra's hot and sweaty belly. Phaedra tried to control her breathing. Then, the doctor pulled.

"Now!"

Nikos pressed hard on Phaedra's belly and Pheadra pushed as hard as she could. The shoulders only slide forward a little, pulling Phaedra's pussy with it.

For an hour, the trio worked to get the baby out. It only left them tired and exhausted. Phaedra especially was on her last legs of energy. Her breathing shallow, pushes weak, the Doctor had very little choices but to continue without her help. Contraction or no contraction.

"You need to push, Nikos. You need to press down harder than before!" The Doctor commanded.

Phaedra's consciousness was dipping, but she heard that.

"Wait, n-no-"

She was soon shocked back to life by Nikos' giant push on her sore belly. The baby was sent careening through her ravaged pussy. Her entire body jerked, her back arched and belly constricted.

Her hips and canal had been kept full for nearly a day at this point and had finally adjusted to the shape of the Minotaur baby. Her legs were splayed out beyond what was normal for a birth, but that was a cost to be assessed and hopefully fixed later.

"Stop! You're hurting me! No more, no more, no more!" She clawed at Nikos' arms as he pressed.

Nikos didn't allow Phaedra's thrashing and begging to stop his efforts. Nor did it stop the doctor from digging her hands into Phaedra's tightly packed pussy and pulling at the baby's shoulders with all she could.

"S-stop! It hurts, it hurts too much!" She shrieked.

The baby slowly succumbed to every effort. The doctor's dragged the baby out of Phaedra's ravaged and now gaping wide pussy. A torrent of water came with it and Phaedra's belly shrank only a little.

Phaedra drank in heaps of air, her body still shaking from the effort.

She looked from behind her still massive bump to see the Doctor holding an absurdly large Minotaur baby. Luckily, it didn't have cloven feet like its father, but it still had its head. The trio had no clue what to do with the baby but all that mattered was that Phaedra rested and that the placenta was delivered safely.

Phaedra was just happy the ordeal was over.

When dawn broke, 3 hours after the placenta was delivered, Phaedra was weakly crying out for the doctor. Her body was still exhausted, but she was regaining a bit of strength.

"Something isn't-UGHHH, right!" Phaedra yelled.

The Doctor pressed on the underside of her bump. She examined her bump for a bit, then their brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?!" Phaedra cried out.

"I hear more than one heartbeat…two more besides your own, I believe," The Doctor said solemnly.

Phaedra couldn't believe what she had heard. But her body made sure to drive the truth into her skull. Her overtaxed stomach seized harder, her hips stung, her cervix ached, and her back constricted. She felt the familiar block of a head drive downward. Then her waters broke.

"NOOOOO NOT AGAIN!" Phaedra's eyes went wide. She clawed at Nikos' strong arms as her legs were forced wide and she was once again making her pussy full with a child of the Minotaur.

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What Were Left Behind

"We have two more in labor!" A nurse yelled over a cacophony of labored howls while clutching their own distended mound. An older woman breathing steadily and a very lightly dressed young woman crying while holding a supremely large belly stood next to the nurse.

"I'll be there-ngh, in a moment!" You shout back as you press your arm firmly into a woman's abdomen. Your own stomach constricts viciously as seconds pass.

"I-I don't want it! Don't make me have it!" The woman shrieked beneath you. The shoulders of her child spread her pussy wide.

You ignore her and press harder. You need to clear some beds out and you couldn't wait for this woman to give in to her body or lose consciousness. The baby needed to be birthed now or else. You jam your elbow in harder.

The woman shrieked as the baby erupted from her pussy into the hands of one of the nurses. The woman fell into a heap, her crying intensifying as the cries of her baby entered her ears. The nurse tried to put the baby in the mothers hands but the act was met with stern and frantic rejection.

You instruct the nurse to clean them up and get them out of the bed as soon as possible. You take one step back from the bed and are met with the feeling of water dripping down your legs. Your time is coming soon too.

You look out amongst the rows of birth beds. Women young and old filled them, struggling against the trial of birth.

You were in the same struggle the other women here were in. Your baby is sitting right behind your dilating cervix, waiting to be born. Your skin tight bump's underside is visible to all with how ill fitting your clothes were. It didn't help that it had dropped significantly. Each wide gaited step you take is accompanied with a downward shift in your crotch.

Ten months ago, an army made camp only a short way from the quiet town. Headed off to the battlefront to protect the king's lands and slay its enemies. It was natural that brave knights saw to it that they had some fun or felt love before heading off to the frontlines and possibly saw death.

Most of the women here were taken in by the gruff charms of the kingdom's soldiers; their promises of whisking them away to their fertile lands and giving them a life of plenty once the war was over. It didn't take much to impress the women of such a modestly sized town with nothing to its name. And in kind, it didn't take much for them to open their legs for men they thought honorable and good.

Others were grounded to the child bed due to their unluckiness in bumping into the less honorable and much more irate knights. The ones who genuinely didn’t care about what scars they left on the young maidens or entertainers of the town.

You were a part of the former. One of the field healers was handsome enough to turn your eye and smart enough to turn your heart. It was a short fling that ended like most- in the promise that he would return and you'd continue your love affair.

Eight months ago, the town lord got word that the army was wiped out in a trap. Survivors were said to be sparse to none. Leaving the town women carrying nothing but the seeds of dead men. Some prayed for their return. Some prayed for their eternal suffering. Some wept in despair. Some cried tears of joy.

Those feelings bubbled up to the surface in the packed medical hut. A few dozen women in the past few days found themselves trapped in the birthing bed. It was a terrifying sight to see for some and others were a little elated.

The nurse who'd brought in the two new birthing mothers had already collapsed with her legs spread wide and her pussy gushing fluid.

She could handle herself and the older woman she brought had several children before this point. The one you had to worry about was the dancer. She was clearly overdue, young, and not prepared. Not that you are much different.

The Dancer squirmed on the bed beneath her weighty belly, a trickle of white coming from her puffy pussy. That was certainly one way of getting labor started. You clean her up and stick a sanitized finger up her canal. Your hand is stopped halfway through.

"Fuuuuuck! It's so fucking big!" She howled. "I can't push anymore! I can't!"

"You can and will," you say, despite the urge to push creeping on you. "Hold your legs back and bear down!"

The dancer reluctantly nodded and pulled back her legs easily, framing her towering dark bump. She jammed her chin between her breasts, bearing down with all her might.

As her thighs quiver, your own legs spread and your squat deepens. A contraction embraces your body, the head of your baby descended past your cervix. Your face contorts as the pressure drives downward. Your time is running short. You keep one hand beneath your belly and another on the now bulging lips of the dancer. You close your eyes and breathe in a desperate attempt to not have your baby come down any further.

"Ouuuuughhhh! It's coming out, it hurts! My pussy hurts!," the dancer shrieked.

You open your eyes to see the skin of her pussy spreading wide. You quickly press your hand on the crown. You nor the other helpers could deal with a tear right now. There had already been one too many that didn't end well.

"Stop pushing! You need to stretch," you command the woman.

The Dancer listened and answered with a loud groan and a bucking of her hips. You hold steady against the head. The Dancer writhed beneath your touch. The burn is taking its toll but it's necessary. The head slowly slides out into your palm just as the head of your baby crawls into your canal.

The dancer shrieks as the head pops free of her pussy. The Dancer takes that as a go ahead to continue pushing and bore down even harder. The shoulder spread her pussy tightly around them. Her back arches and her thighs shake as her mouth goes wide. The huge babe slides out in a slippery mess of fluid into your hands. The dancer's entire body recoils at the release in pressure.

"It's out! A girl!" you announce, rubbing its back until it cried and squirmed. You carefully present the child to its mother.

Weeping herself, The dancer gladly took the crying baby into her arms with a smile.

"Oh, Vincent, she's beautiful, she's so beautiful," The Dancer said as she rubbed the back of her baby.

You can't help but smile slightly at her despite the bittersweetness of her words. This Vincent she called out for was very likely to be gone. Then your smile is forced to fade. The pressure and pain intensified across your body. So much so you almost drop to your knees.

You need to give birth, you need to give in. Your body demands it. But just as you begin to bear down you hear a guttural screech.

You turn to see the nurse from earlier crying out. Her stretch mark covered belly tight and red.

"I'm gonna die! It won't come out!" The nurse melted into hysterics.

You swallow hard and resist the urge once more. The head of your baby sitting right behind your lips. You slide your feet over to the nurse.

"I-I have to turn the baby," your body and mind strain to ignore the growing bulge in your trousers. "Don't- ouuugh- push."

You move the Nurse's tight belly, shifting and lifting the baby off her pelvis. You slowly rotate the baby all the while moaning and wincing through your own labor. Keeping your legs and pussy tightly shut so the baby wouldn't progress further. You grasp what you think is the baby's head and slowly direct it down toward the Nurse's cervix. As soon as you were certain all was well, you let go.

"Push!" You command the nurse. The pressure in your pelvis grew into a burn. Your job was done with Nurse, but there were still struggling mothers you needed to tend to.

However, in your pain-addled state you made a mistake. The baby was descending legs first and head up, unbeknownst to you. The nurse screamed and pushed as the burn over took you. You start with a whimper, then a breathy moan. Your pussy spreads around the head tightly. Your body is bearing down without you at this point, your nails dig into your palms as you try to continue to resist.

You open your eyes and try to stand to your feet with a hand on your bulging pussy. That's when you see your error. The nurse squirms on the ground back arched with a pair of legs hanging out of her.

"FUUUCK! MY BACK!" The nurse howled.

You grimace and slowly crawl between the nurses legs. You support the body as best you can with one hand. Your face is red and sweaty. You can feel it come. The burn peak, the sting as your pussy relinquishes the head. The big head pops out of you and into your trousers. The shoulders don't wait

"I should've told him to pull out!" The Nurse pushed up to the neck. You couldn't help but think the same. You and the rest of these women would just have to deal with it though.

Both of you cry out in unison. The arms of the nurse's baby pop out and now the base of the head begins to crown. Your own baby was struggling to tear your trousers for room, leaving the shoulders holding you painfully wide. Your hanging belly seizes, the seam of your trousers tears around the head and dampens with fluid.

"Pull it out of me! Get this fucking baby out of meeeee!" The Nurse screeched while pushing harder than before.

You pull the Nurse's baby slowly all the while huffing and crying out your own stuck little baby. The Nurse throws her head back in a primal roar and the baby shoots out of her tight pussy into your hands.

You can’t even think about proper procedure at this point. You need your baby out.

You quickly plop the newborn onto the disheveled nurse's chest and immediately roll to your back, ripping your cloth trousers off. As soon as they are gone, the baby bursts out of you in a torrent of fluid. It falls between your soaked thighs and cries out for your touch. With heaving breaths, you carefully pick up the baby.

Nine and a half months of work was squirming in your hands. A wave of exhaustion, joy, and sadness came over you looking at the active bundle. Your breasts ache as much as your pussy does right now but you still have more to tend to.

Just then, a young man runs in with a crying woman hanging off his shoulder. One baby in her arms and another clearly stuck at crowning.

"Help! She needs help!"

Just how much seed did those soldiers sow?

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The Moon Beckons

Margaret pressed her hands gently on her lover's hairy chest, her head rested close. Lowen was so warm, comforting; it was enough to make her heart stir. How had their talking in the forest and bonding over their duties to their lord led to this. Margaret never imagined it in all of the months she'd known him.

She was supposed to be a woman of virtue, but Lowen had undone her over these last few months. She'd hang on every word of his wild stories about the high class fellows he worked for once in a while. He'd listen to her woes with an open ear, offer a few trinkets as presents here and there. It was all like

"Margaret…I want to marry you,"Lowen said, the low bass of his vibrating through her.

A second passed. Then what felt like a minute. Margret sprung up from the bed and stared straight into his eyes. Not a hint of joviality danced in them like they usually did when he was being a jester.

"What did he say? Marry? Marry me?" Margaret's mind fought to catch up to what she heard. Her cheeks blushed to burning.

"I- i'm sorry, you don't have to answer me now" Lowen shifted awkwardly.

"No! No!-"

"Oh. I didn't expect-"

"No! I mean, yes of course…but."

Margaret's heart was thumping a mile a minute. She could hardly believe what was happening. All of this in only an hour. Their first kiss, the first time seeing each other bare, the first time letting him cum inside.

"Is it yes or no?" Lowen laughed nervously.

"It's a yes, but I'd like to date more before we do anything like that," Margaret moved to lay on top of him. "I…like you. Being with you would probably make me pretty happy but i just need to be sure."

Lowen smiled and sighed. "Ok, tomorrow morning. Meet me at the park, near the fountain where Old Nan feeds the birds. It'll be a real date. Deal?"

"Deal," Margaret leaned forward and pressed her lips on his own.

The two parted before the full moon rose and the next morning, Margaret dressed in the finest dress she owned.

Margaret practically pranced to the central park, ignoring the mood most of the town had draped on itself.

The mood was dower. Very few people in the park were walking happily; nervous chatting with concerned faces was the tone of the day. It was odd. The town wasn't without hardship, but never at the level to stun it in complete silence.

"A few dozen people died last night. That chatterbox Jill said that nightwatch thinks it's werewolves," the one woman said with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Really? I thought those beasts only lived up north?"

"No, no. They've been migrating. She said they found claw marks all over the place by where they found the bodies. Not safe anywhere anymore." The lady shook her head.

The conversation continued with Margaret in earshot. Her heart could have torn out of her chest. A few people died. Lowen was hardly ever late. He's fine. Claw marks and blood. He was a large man, he wouldn’t die like that.

Margaret waited at the fountain until the sun began to set and the watchmen ordered her home for her safety. She did the same thing the next day, and when her days off ended, she worked with an anxious and despairing heart.

The sun and moon cycled several times and Margaret never saw even a bit of sign of Lowen being around the town. Margaret tried to keep her mind occupied away from him. But that was soon made impossible.

Three weeks after Lowen disappeared. Margaret began throwing up. Her breasts became maddeningly sensitive. Her stomach began to gain a small pouch below the navel. Margaret wasn't a fool, she'd known the signs. The worst scenario for an unmarried woman at her age. She was pregnant.

Margaret also knew she had to leave. She'd be branded as some vagrant's whore if Lowen didn't return and she started to show. Her child would be marked a bastard for the rest of their life here.

Luckily Margaret had a sister, Rena, in the town next over. She was taking care of a sizable cabin their parents had left them close by. She sent word to her as soon as possible but by the time Rena had come to the town to pick Margaret up, Margraret was beginning to struggle to put on any type of blouse or dress.

"I'm sorry, Rena," Margaret said as she stepped out of the carriage and in front of the cabin.

"Stop apologizing, this is what family does," Rena dropped a ring of keys into Margaret's palms and gave her a hug. "I'll be up at least twice a month with some supplies if you need it, just take care of yourself, ok? I still don't like the idea of you being up here alone."

"I'll be fine, trust me," Margaret smiled.

With reluctant acceptance, Rena climbed back into her carriage and rode off.

And so began Margaret's life in the cabin.

~~~~~

At first, Margaret enjoyed the spaciousness of her new home. It was enough room to set old puzzles, knit large blankets, etc. Any number of minor indoor enjoyments could be had here. For six months it was great, but these last three made her curse how much of a trek everything was in the cabin.

Margaret was swollen beyond belief. Her belly often entered the rooms before she did, her pointed navel made very sure of that. Her belly was longer than it was round, more akin to a cone than anything else and as such it dropped heavily with the increasing weight of the babe. It was miraculous that the skin of her belly was untouched by stretch marks. She'd seen pregnant women half her size sprout ones by this point. All she could see were a criss-cross of veins and even her swollen tits had those now.

With the size and weight of her belly, Margaret's back was constantly arched with at least one hand bracing it. She found her gait and waddle embarrassingly wide. Finding comfort through these last months was a struggle, but now it was impossible.

"God…please let this child have mercy on me," Margaret held her shifting belly between her palms. The muscles stiff around her belly and back did little to stop her baby's activity.

Rena was supposed to be here, but the road leading to the cabin was blocked with a mess of broken stones.

The moon was still up, not yet full. Every night, her baby grew increasingly active with each new phase of the moon; She assumed at least. Her belly would roll and undulate as long as the sun was down and Margaret had no idea why. Margaret had already developed bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Tomorrow night, the moon would be full and her baby at its most active.

"Please come out before then, I can't deal with you like this," Margaret's hand jumped as a leg kicked at it roughly.

The activity went against her contractions. Her baby forced their limbs into her tensed womb giving her the feeling like she was fit to burst. The pressure in her pelvis and her veiny tits were already bad enough on their own.

No sleep came to Margaret that night as she did what she could to work her body open with little progress.

The morning was no better unfortunately. She traded a sleeping babe for an uncomfortable heat. The midsummer days turned the cabin into a furnace. Margaret laid on her bed and shuffled around her bed nude as can be. Sweat shimmered off her swollen body.

"So much fucking pressure…" Margaret could feel the head right at her cervix along with her bulging waters.

Another contraction rolled into her. Its strength grew, and grew, and grew some more until Margaret was on her knees.

"God damn it! Fuooooogh!"

One hand shot to the side of her stomach, the pressure peaked in her cervix. A harsh gush of fluid shot out of her crotch onto the wooden floor. The big head of the baby sat right on her hips. The time was getting closer, and for a second she believed the baby would come before nightfell.

Then the full moon rose in her window.

Margaret was pinned to the floor crying and screaming. Her stomach shifted side to side roughly with movement. Her hands fruitlessly wrapped around it trying to keep it from moving.

Her back arched as another contraction twisted her belly and back into knots. Her legs splayed out to the widest they could go; the large head steadfast in her canal made it so.

The rapid squirming made it impossible for her child to descend any further than it had. And yet, her body screamed at her to push. At this rate, she'd be left like this until morning.

"I can't do this anymore…" Margaret whimpered.

A knock at the door rose over the ringing in her ears. Rena? Please be Rena. She screamed her sister's name and no answer came. Then a violent crash echoed through the house. Margaret's eyes widened, then panicked. Rena wouldn't need to break down the door. An intruder.

Heavy steps pounded in the floor downstairs and onto the steps like thunder. Margaret attempted to drag herself to the far corner of the room. Her weighty form made that far too difficult.

The room door swung open. In the entrance was a large man, shirtless and covered with a thick coat of fur. Claws for nails crowned each finger tip. Ears were furred and pointed. A monstrous form. But the face was as recognizable as the morning sun. Lowen.

A billion feelings swirled in heart as another bout of squirming and contracting assaulted her. He was alive. He was a Werewolf. He lied. He left her. A maelstrom of emotion threatened to burst out.

"Margaret! I-"

Rage came first. Margaret's hand met the side of his face in an instant.

"You left me!" She shrieked and writhed against the hold of Lowen. "You did this to me and fucking left!"

Her huge belly continued to squirm wildly beneath her hands and against contracting muscles.

Lowen looked at her stomach with wide eyes and immediately sprang up from her side. He slammed her windows shut, shuttered the blinds and closed the curtains. He bounced quickly from one to the other, sealing the room from all moonlight and the cool breeze.

Margaret instantly felt hot again, but the movement settled down until only her contraction pained her. Before she could even comment, Lowen was by her side once more.

"I'm here Margaret, you're going to be ok," Lowen said, his lover still groaning and crying.

With the movement subsiding, Margaret felt the baby descend a bit before the contraction waned to nothing but a dull throb. She looked up at her lover's face and still couldn't believe it.

"Y-your werewolf. An entire werewolf," Margaret took his form.

Lowen nodded silently.

"Does that mean the baby is also…"

"...Yes"

They sat in silence for a bit. She was having a half werewolf child. Being unwed was one thing, but her child would have been killed right out the womb had she stayed in her hometown. That is if she'd even survived long enough to give birth.

"Why…why did you leave," Margaret asked.

Lowen swallowed. His eyes locked on her, searching for some answer.

"I…I heard they were looking for a Werewolf. It wasn't me who did those things, but I couldn't risk your life with my presence," His gaze drifted toward her bare, taut belly. "I didn't want to see you suffer because of me

"If I'd known…if I'd known, I-" Lowen sealed his mouth shut as his voice cracked.

He looked a bit more beast than man right now, but Margaret could see the gentle heart she fell for beneath the fur, ears, and fangs. She carefully clutched his big hand and brought its palm toward her stretched belly.

His eyes widened at the sudden warmth.

"You're here now," Margaret brow furrowed, another contraction beginning to coil around her. "And this isn't just your fault either."

"Standing will help the baby descend, trust me," Lowen suggested.

Margaret nodded and allowed Lowen to lift her to her feet. Her bump was incredibly low now and just standing made the baby descend a little lower. Lowen supported all of her weight as she walked around the room.

Lowen started spilling his circumstances to keep her mind occupied away from the pain. It felt like she was learning about an entirely new person. His story of running from town to town when he was young made for a great distraction.

Her knees bent as she felt a new pain. A burning. The lips of her pussy started to stretch around the head.

"My mother would like you- what's wrong? Is it coming?" Lowen dropped to her level.

"I-I think it's crowning!" Margaret immediately felt the contraction jump in intensity and her throbbing pussy bulge. "Oh! Ouggghhhh- Yeah, it's definitely crowning!"

She dropped into a squat and Lowen followed her down. Lowen quickly reached his hand down to her crotch. Fully haired head was pulling her worn pussy wide. The skin already felt tight to the touch.

"Margaret, don't push. You need to let the baby stretch or else you'll tear,"

"I can't! It hurts!" Margaret was driven by desperate exhaustion at this point. Laboring for days had that effect.

Margaret immediately felt Lowen put his palm on the crowning head. With his other hand he forcefully leveled Margaret's eyes with his own.

"Just pant through it. If you tear…I don't know if I'll be able to do anything about it. So, stay strong and breathe through it. Can you do that for me?

Margaret looked into his eyes. She could feel his palms trembling but his gaze still held a commanding confidence. She whimpered and nodded, holding back the desire to push with all her will.

She stayed squatted, rocking her hips, and her arms draped over Lowen's shoulders. She breathed through the brutal contractions as her baby's head slowly opened her. Her belly squeezed as Lowen's big baby pressed her pussy wide. Margaret felt absurdly full. Every party of her body stretched to bursting, now aching for release.

Lowen kept his hand on her flaring out crotch. The head was slowly coming forward with ease. It was amazing that Margaret had even gotten pregnant after one time, but it was even more amazing that her body was adjusting to such a big baby.

"I need to push, Lowen! God, I fucking need it!" Margaret cried feeling the pressure.

Lowen could feel the head reach a full crown.

"Just a bit more, my love. Pant it out," Lowen said.

It was a tight fit, but right as the contraction began to end Margaret felt the head shoot out of her tight strung pussy. A splatter of fluid hit the floor.

"Hooooo my god! It's out! It's out!" Margaret gasped, grip tightening around Lowen's shoulders.

Margaret felt the baby turn inside her. The broad shoulders parted her pussy lips, bringing them to burning. Margaret's thighs shook and her face burned.

"Small pushes, Margaret, small pushes," Lowen said.

Margaret pushed lightly and quickly. Each brought her werewolf baby down into Lowen's hands. Margaret threw her head back as a contraction gripped her belly. She cried out, pushing harder onto her huge load. The flesh of the crotch barely held against it. Margaret thought she'd tear but instead she felt a release.

The shoulders and the rest of her baby spilled out into Lowen's waiting hands. A loud gasp came from her throat as the pressure finally subsided. Her legs gave out, leaving her to fall into the mess of fluid on the floor. Margaret's body was exhausted, the heat had made her light headed and dizzy, especially after popping out such a huge baby.

Then she heard a cry, and that delirium cleared. She looked down to see Lowen holding their child. Lowen scooted close to Margaret's side and supported her failing body with his free arm.

"It's a girl, Margaret. Look at her," Lowen whispered, bringing the baby to her chest.

Margaret raised her tired arms to hold her. She had a full head of hair and already looked like she'd have some natural heft to her.

"She's beautiful," Margaret whispered. Looking at her though, she began to think about the future and tears welled in her eyes. "How the hell can we protect her, Lowen? She's like you, I can't even open the windows when she's like this."

Lowen swallowed. "The mountains. That's where most of my family lives. They're more peaceful than the usual werewolf clan, but," Lowen pursed his lips then spoke once more. "We'd have to stay there for sometime. Are you sure you want that?"

Margaret's eyes didn't leave her crying baby. Her daughter. Things seemed so much bigger than just her and Lowen. Even if they didn't work out, she couldn’t live knowing her daughter would grow up without her or that she'd be in danger every day. Considering that, the decision was easy.

Margaret lowered her daughter to one of her leaking breasts. Her daughter immediately went to suckling.

"I do want that. I'll go with you for her," Margaret smiled. "You want to count this as a date?"

Lowen laughed. "I'm not content with that, as soon as you've recovered I'll do what I planned."

Margaret could manage a tired chuckle at that. She would have to tell Rena first, but maybe things wouldn't be so bad with a werewolf daughter and a werewolf boyfriend.

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Seasons of Birth

Virgo: Shortcut Through the Backcountry

Harper had heard it was possible to get pregnant after your first time having sex, she'd just thought it was so unlikely the risk felt worth it. She found out she was pregnant pretty early on, though she'd kept it from her boyfriend, Clay, for as long as she could. She was lucky she was so tall, and that she apparently carried in a way that made it possible for her to conceal it with the right clothes. Now at what she thought might be full-term, she spent most of her time in overalls and oversized flannels she used to conceal her swollen belly.

She hadn't wanted to leave home after graduating, but a baby wasn't in her plans either. Her boyfriend seemed in love with the idea of being a family, but they were just high school graduates. It seemed too far-fetched. In fact, being pregnant seemed far-fetched. Harper felt as though she'd held onto denial for most of her pregnancy, hoping some sort of plan would materialize between the two of them before the consequences of their one night of lovemaking appeared.

Then one day she was walking home from the library, the cramps she'd been feeling all morning intensifying until she cut across the abandoned field by her house in search of a private place to rest. There was an old pickup truck in the middle of the field, a run-down thing she and her boyfriend had been sneaking to for years. She leaned against it, feeling safe here on the secluded field, shielded from the road by the old truck surrounded by trees.

She just needed to take it easy. Harper slid her back down the side of the truck, sitting on the ground to catch her breath. She wondered how far along she was, what she should do in this situation. Somewhere deep down she'd hoped if she just ignored it she wouldn't be pregnant anymore, though she knew this was stupid and immature. The cramps across her belly left her breathless, her knees shaking every time her body tensed beneath her hands. Things were starting to become painful.

She sat on the ground, rocking in place to distract herself from the pain and instinctively covering her swollen belly as much as possible. She wiped her forehead and noticed she was sweating. Seeing no one was around anyway, she peeled off her flannel shirt and fanned herself. A sharp pain made her grip her stomach. Harper let out a shaky breath. Nothing was wrong, she'd just overdone it. She would borrow the car before going into town next time. And finally schedule an appointment with a doctor.

Before she realized it she was breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth, her breaths steady and measured. What was happening to her? She decided she ought to get home, maybe something was wrong with her. Harper braced herself before using the truck to pull herself to her feet. As she stood, a gush of fluid soaked the seat of her overalls, and a sharp pain between her legs sent her back to her knees, screaming.

The eighteen-year-old trembled as she reached down to touch her crotch. Had she peed herself? Was she that pregnant? She wondered if maybe she should call for help, but she didn't want to admit to herself what was happening. She pulled out her phone to text her boyfriend.

[Can you meet me at our spot? I don't feel well]

Clay didn't keep her waiting long for a response. [I'm on my way. Are you okay?]

Harper couldn't respond right away, as an excruciating pain was building in her back and hips. Still on her hands and knees, she rocked back and forth without thinking about why, her breathing ragged. Shaking, she texted Clay, [Something's wrong with me. I think I peed my pants…]

A tortured scream erupted from her throat as another pain washed over her, an intense pressure concentrating between her legs. No, no, this wasn't happening. She wasn't far enough along. She was too young. Her back, stomach, and thighs ached and cramped, her body acting on its own. The girl took terrified, shuddering breaths, struggling to get ahold of herself.

After a few long minutes of this, the pain finally subsided. Harper took a few more deep breaths before attempting to stand; she needed to for some reason. She braced her hand against the truck, cradling her belly to herself as she awkwardly pulled herself to her feet. Her auburn hair was soaked with sweat, hanging limply against her neck. She looked like a woman in labor, not the frightened teenager she was. She glanced around, trembling as she saw no one for miles. There was a reason she liked this shortcut, but the seclusion would now be to her detriment.

Harper gasped for air, her belly tightening between her hands. But standing up felt better, like some kind of pressure was relieved. Without thinking, she parted her knees a bit, only to realize her mistake too late. With a moan of agony, Harper felt an enormous pressure, like a watermelon was lodged in her abdomen and suddenly trying to force its way out of her ass. Whimpering, she pressed her legs together as she leaned against the abandoned truck, trying not to scream despite the excruciating pain building between her legs. What she now recognized to be a contraction was tightening its grip around her, followed by an incredible urge to push. Her phone dinged with a notification, but she was dizzy with agony.

Harper whimpered and sobbed through each pain, her legs feeling numb from the strain of pressing them together. She was having a baby, she was sure now, or at least trying not to. Don't push, don't push, please don't push, she pleaded with herself, the contractions growing closer together no matter how hard she fought them.

"OOOOOHHHHH NO!!" Harper screamed as she doubled over in pain, allowing just enough space between her legs to allow something to begin to emerge from inside her. Something hard and round squeezed against her opening, too huge to possibly come out of her. She panted desperately, fighting her body's urge to push out her baby. She wasn't ready yet. She wasn't…

Harper moaned at the top of her lungs, unable to fight it anymore, as her baby began to be born against her will. She clutched her contracting belly, hunched over, sobbing as her baby pressed against her opening with a burning sensation. She could feel her body pushing, feel the baby squeezing through her by the powerful force of her own uterus.

She screamed. She couldn't hold it back; her baby's head began to squeeze through her birth canal, crowning into her overalls. When the contraction ended, her knees buckled beneath her. She awkwardly sank to her knees, panting and moaning, before scrambling onto her back. Movement was incredibly difficult due to the baby's head bulging between her legs. She knew it must be crowning by the burning sensation that sent tears and sweat running down her face.

Harper spread her legs, desperate to relieve some of the pressure in her hips. She didn't care if she gave birth in her clothes, she just needed some relief from the agony. Another contraction caused her to scream, and she reached down to feel the baby's head bulging against the crotch of her pants. She couldn't believe something so big was inside her, coming out of somewhere so sensitive.

Suddenly panic began to set in as she finally accepted that she was giving birth right now. She had to get her overalls off…she had to get this baby out…but her hands were shaking too hard to undo the clasps. Before she could get her bearings another contraction gripped her womb like a vice, and she screamed as her body pushed, her baby straining against her underwear. Making sounds she didn't know she was capable of, Harper gripped the grass in white-knuckled fists as her body struggled to give birth.

Then a familiar face appeared in her peripheral vision. Gasping for air, she lay back after the contraction ended. Suddenly she heard her shoulder clasps being undone and felt someone gently trying to push her upright.

"You're here?" she whimpered, helping Clay get her pants off, leaving her in just a plain white t-shirt.

"Of course I did," said Clay, working fast as he spread out a slightly-worn fleece blanket on the grass and pulled first aid supplies out of his bag. "Jesus…Hang on, let's get you comfortable…"

Harper could only imagine how she must have looked. She knelt awkwardly on the grass, holding her now visibly pregnant stomach, her baby's head bulging halfway out of her vagina, her hips stiff with the weight she was holding between them. She was drenched in sweat and her legs were covered in blood and birthing fluid.

"I'm having a baby," she sobbed, terrified, "You have to help me, it's coming out and I'm scared. It hurts so bad."

"I know, babe," Clay soothed as he led her onto the little pile of blankets and towels he'd made, holding her upright on her knees and massaging her hips as their baby settled deep into her birth canal.

Harper felt fortunate, as she squeezed her boyfriend's hand. He seemed like he'd prepared for this more than she had.

"Just keep panting, Harp, okay? Don't push too hard or you'll tear."

"Oh my God this hurrrrts," she groaned as another contraction started in her lower back. The huge head was straining against her sensitive lips, stuck at its widest point.

"Breathe! Breathe….I want you to pant like in the movies, it'll stop you from pushing."

"I-I…can't…" she whispered, her voice tight with pain. It hurt too much, she had to have her baby now, had to push as hard as she could and give birth. But instead she shook with the effort of resisting the urge to push, feeling herself stretching painfully around the baby's head. "Clay, please," she whimpered, gripping his hand so tightly it was numb. "I h-have to…"

Thinking fast, Clay moved one of his hands down to the baby's head, holding it in place.

"Push against my hand. It'll help give you time to stretch and keep you from tearing."

He barely got the words out of his mouth before she was screaming, pushing as hard as she could. She could feel her body moving the baby down, felt her body adjusting painfully with every movement.

"Ohhhhh, please, I just want to get it out," Harper whimpered, panting. Her face contorted as she pushed again, screaming and squatting as best as she could while on her knees. When the contraction subsided, she begged, "Let me lay down, I don't think I can push this way."

Clay assisted his girlfriend in lying on the blanket, eyeing the bulge between her legs. Her stomach rose and fell beneath her white t-shirt, now damp with sweat. Trembling, he helped her spread her legs, holding them apart while she writhed with another contraction.

Harper suddenly panted hard, sensing an incoming tidal wave she was helpless to stop. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she gripped the sides of her rock-hard belly and bore down.

"I can't fight it! I can't stop p-pushi–AAAARRRRGGGHHH!"

The pain was indescribable, her entire body tense and focused on this one task. She was only barely aware of Clay trying to direct her, her body working on its own in a process it obviously knew better than they did. She didn't even care about controlling her volume; she was giving birth, and right now she needed to scream out her baby as loud and as hard as she could.

"The head is out!" cried Clay from somewhere between her soaked thighs. She lay on her back, her legs held apart by her boyfriend, who was staring in awe at the baby's face now fully emerged from her vagina, facing upwards. He wanted to reach down and touch it, but feared she might close her legs if he moved his hands. All he could do was stare, his bloody hands holding apart her knees, as the baby's head rotated slightly on its own. His girlfriend's body was incredible, pushing out an entire baby on its own.

"I can't hold it back anymore," moaned Harper. "Claaaaay, it's coming out! It's COMING OUT!"

Howling, she writhed in agony as her body expelled her baby's shoulders in a single huge push.

"You're doing great, it's almost here!" Clay gasped, watching breathlessly as the rest of his baby slipped wetly from her vagina and landed on the blanket in a puddle of amniotic fluid.

The euphoria of having just given birth made Harper bury her face in her hands, sobbing deliriously. Clay made quick work cleaning up the baby with the water he'd brought, letting his girlfriend catch her breath. When she'd stopped crying for a few minutes, he patiently handed her a water bottle and held up their newborn daughter, who was wrapped in Harper's flannel shirt.

"It's a little girl, Harp," said Clay contentedly.

Harper, still lying on the blanket in nothing but a t-shirt, waiting to deliver the placenta, gazed up at him and the tiny life they'd made. It was incredible to think this had been the result of one night of sex almost a year ago. Seeing how cute their daughter was, she decided she wouldn't change a thing.

"She's beautiful," Harper said quietly. "I know I said I wasn't looking to settle down yet, but…" she shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed for some reason despite the ordeal they'd just endured together. "I don't know many boys who could handle this situation as well as you did…do you wanna get married after all?"

Clay laughed as he gazed down at the sleepy, flannel-swaddled baby. "Harp, is that your way of proposing to me? After all that?"

Harper scowled. "Then don't, see if I care. And let me see my baby." She extended greedy arms towards the infant, maternal instincts overriding all her previous fears. Her boyfriend grinned, kissing her forehead as he handed her their newborn.

"Well, my answer is yes."

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Seasons of Birth

Cancer: Swimming in the Moonlight

It had been almost two hours since her husband had left the sanctuary of their sailboat to go look for help. Mia swayed on her feet, cradling her heavily pregnant belly and taking deep, steadying breaths. She’d been having contractions since yesterday, her water finally breaking as they reached port. She’d stood up from the bed, the boat rocking gently beneath her feet, till a stream of water trickled between her legs. She’d bit back another cry of pain; even in the low light, she could see how pale her husband was. No doubt he was regretting not settling somewhere for the last few months of her pregnancy, but she’d insisted on continuing on their trip; they’d need to stay put once the baby arrived until it started walking anyway, so she wanted them to enjoy as much time at sea as possible. The two of them had sailed up and down the coast, adventuring and seeing the sights as her belly grew and filled with life. But labor had finally struck, and although she could still feel she had more time, her husband didn’t want to be out on the open sea after dark with her in such delicate condition. Mia let her husband steer the boat to the nearest island, seemingly calmer than he was over the impending ordeal.

Perhaps reality just hadn’t hit her yet. In her plain cotton nightdress, her belly resembled the full moon hanging in the sky, which she watched through the thin windows at the top of the cabin.

Mia hissed through her teeth as a contraction clenched around her middle, and she sank into a slight squat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure in her hips. Compared to the last 12 hours or so of labor, things had started progressing rapidly since her water had broken and her husband had gone off to find help. Was he lost? Had he run into trouble? She frowned, wishing he’d just stayed put like she’d asked.

“Hmmmm-hah,” Mia moaned softly, holding her belly and rocking on her feet as though dancing in the patches of moonlight. She moved her body in time to the gentle swaying of the boat as it bobbed on the water. Her baby was sinking deep into her belly, the pressure and weight lodged in her pelvis like a bowling ball. She could feel her hips broadening painfully, the way her uterus clamped and shifted her baby down with every contraction. Keep breathing, she thought to herself, feeling worried for possibly the first time since they’d berthed.

Mia sighed loudly, snatching up a blanket from the bed and wrapping it around herself like a shawl, and slowly waddled up the narrow steps to the upper deck. The cool, coastal wind made her nightgown and blanket shawl billow around her, catching some of the moonlight. Another contraction gave her pause, her massive belly tightening beneath her fingertips. This one was long and hard, and she found herself grunting softly by the end of it. She swallowed. She was getting close now, and her husband was still missing.

Focusing on the cool night air, Mia straightened up as the contraction faded. She felt heavy and clumsy; she wouldn't be out long, just long enough to get some fresh air and see if anyone was around.

The salty, misty air was a cool balm against her face. Mia swayed with the boat as she gazed up at the stars and full moon; it was eye-wateringly bright tonight. She stayed close to the middle of the boat, where she could grab something to steady herself if she lost her balance. The docks around her were filled with boats, but there was no one in sight. It must've been the middle of the night; she hadn't realized how long she'd been in labor.

“Mmmrrgghh!” Mia grunted, grabbing the railing and panting at the now agonizing pressure building between her hips. Her baby was hanging low now, pressing against her cervix. She gasped as another trickle of fluid ran down her leg, announcing her baby’s sudden descent into her birth canal. Now there wasn’t any time at all. It was happening; she was about to give birth alone.

Panting, Mia wobbled her way back below deck, holding up the front of her night dress and praying she didn’t trip down those tiny narrow stairs. Every step threatened a sudden birth, or so it felt to her, and it was all she could do to get back on the bed and scoot herself back, moaning all the while. The pain and pressure was building, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold back this baby. Another contraction made her spread her legs, her hands resting on her straining womb.

“Ohhh, please not yet,” Mia moaned in vain, leaning back as her face contorted in pain. “Not yet, not yet!”

But it was already starting, the head pressing against her opening until something had to give and her lips began to open as she screamed. The pressure was extreme, something so large and heavy trying to squeeze through something so small and delicate. But it was time; her body had decided now was the time to give birth and, helpless to stop it, Mia groaned at the top of her lungs as she gave in and pushed. Compared to labor, pushing felt exquisite, productive and cathartic. She released, lying back and catching her breath. In between contractions, she stroked her tummy and caught her breath. It felt as though her baby was taking up all the room in her pelvis.

Another contraction washed over Mia, and she arched her back with the effort, moaning and clenching her sheets in her fists. she struggled helplessly, her legs were spread wide. Suddenly she hunched forward to help herself bear down, pushing loud and long. This continued for a few more contractions: Mia would catch her breath, a contraction would drag her like a wave, and she’d push with all her might until she couldn’t. It felt like ages, and her baby was barely progressing. Soon, she started growing tired and tried to just rest in between contractions. As she was getting closer, however, her contractions did also, washing over her one on top of another.

“H-help,” she groaned as another contraction took over, contorting her body as she tried to birth. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her back and hips were aching, not to mention her vagina. Light-headed and exhausted, she hitched up her night dress and reached down, feeling her baby’s head straining just behind her lips, not quite fully crowned. By this point, the swaying on the water combined with the agony she was in was making her nauseous, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to keep doing this. The strain against her perineum was incredible, the huge head seemingly about to spit her open.

Then another contraction, another scream, another push. Mia grabbed the backs of her knees to make room for her baby. Finally, she could feel the head just start to pass through her opening, bulging against her vagina as she screamed through the push. As the contraction subsided, she lay back on the stack of pillows behind her to catch her breath, watching her stomach heave with her breath like a great white orb beneath her nightdress. By now, the front was damp with sweat and milk, her body straining with the effort to expel her baby and give birth. Another contraction swept through her before she was ready, clenching deep from her lower back and the top of her uterus.

Arching her back and pulling back her thighs with sweaty hands, Mia screamed in agony, "Somebody help me!" She succumbed to the urge to push, grunting from the effort and unable to form words. She couldn't see what was going on, but it felt like she was being split in half, the baby's head squeezing out of her body until she reached down and felt it pop into her hands. Gasping for air, she gently caressed her baby's head, marvelling in spite of the pain at how incredible it felt holding her baby as it was only halfway into the world like this. For the first time since she'd realized she'd be doing this alone, she actually felt like she could.

Panting, Mia steeled herself for her next contraction, watching her belly heave between her spread thighs. Letting out a shaky noise, she felt the baby rotate inside her and began to push again. It was happening; she was giving birth, she could feel herself giving birth!

"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, getting the baby out in one last long push. Immediately he began to scream healthily, to her relief.

After a few moments of catching her breath, Mia sat up and picked up her baby, grabbing a nearby blanket and cleaning off his face. She shrugged one of the sleeves off her nightgown, to expose her breast, leaning back and resting her new baby on her still-huge stomach to nurse.

"Mia?" came her husband's concerned voice down the steps, cutting through her thoughts.

"Down here, dear," she called, smiling sheepishly at her husband's shocked expression as he came below deck with a young man she presumed was a doctor of some kind.

"Oh, honey…" her husband said, rushing to her side and staring down in wonder at their new baby. "He's beautiful."

"Would it be alright if I checked you?" asked the young man who had followed her husband. "I'm a student from the nearby clinic. I'm so sorry we took so long, there was an emergency."

"Better late than never," said the new mother, snuggled against her husband staring down at the new life they'd created. Her brow furrowed suddenly at the pressure in her uterus. "Is the placenta supposed to hurt so much?"

"Erm, no…" said the medical student, leaning in to inspect more closely as he pulled on a pair of gloves. Mia passed the baby over to her husband, sensing a familiar pressure.

"Ethan, take him," she instructed, her breathing growing deeper as she realized what was happening. She winced, gripping the sheets in shaking fists. "I think I'm having another baby!"

Her husband looked paler than he already had as he held his newborn son and watched helplessly as his wife drew her knees back and groaned through another contraction.

"Alright ma'am, just focus on your breathing…that's it…"

"Aahhh!" Mia screamed as her body began to push again. This time she had help though, and felt reassured gripping Ethan's hand in hers as her second baby's head began to emerge from her body.

"Good push, try and relax as much as possible."

Mia panted, tears in the corner of her eyes as she felt the familiar burn of the ring of fire. Her second baby was almost here, pressing through her opening quicker than the first.

"You're doing beautifully, Mia," Ethan soothed as she moaned in pain. "Hang in there, the baby's coming."

Mia gripped her husband's hand like a vice as a huge contraction built up inside her. She pushed through the pain, her baby sliding out of her suddenly in a rush of fluid.

"It's another boy!" she heard somewhere from between her legs, but she was dizzy and exhausted.

"Twin boys," she gasped, gazing lovingly at her husband holding their other son. "I guess we'll have to settle down here for a while."

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Seasons of Birth

Gemini: And They Were Roommates

The positive pregnancy test stared up at Megyn from the edge of the bathroom sink. She sighed into the palm of her hand, feeling numb in body and thought. She hadn't had a steady boyfriend for the last four months, going on the odd date or hookup a couple times a month. She was so careful, she always used protection…she sighed again, closing her eyes. Except for that one time. She was drunk and sad about her ex or something and the tipsy guy she met at the bar was too cute to pass up. 'Fuck a baby into me!' she remembered moaning drunkenly, with toe-curling embarrassment. Maybe he'd mistaken her kinky pillow talk for sincerity…maybe they'd just both been too drunk to remember a condom. How embarrassing.

"Meg!" Eleanor called from the other side of the bathroom door, her sharp knocking jolting Megyn from her thoughts. "You okay in there?"

They'd been best friends since high school, and last year Meg had moved in with El and her fiance, Max. The situation had proven to be better than expected; Meg worked in an office, Max at a hospital, and Eleanor worked part time which enabled her to clean the house and cook for everyone. The three were usually together if they weren't working, they did movies and game nights and…and….all of that was going to change.

Meg opened the door, opened her mouth to speak, but when nothing came out all she could do was burst into tears.

Eleanor's eyes widened and she stepped into the bathroom with her weeping friend, maternally wrapping her in her arms and stroking her head.

"Oh my God, what's wrong??" asked El in shock.

Megyn couldn't stop crying into her friend's shoulder, so she pointed at the sink. There was a long silence, in which Eleanor scanned the sink to see what the hell could have upset her so much, then a gasp.

"Oh shit!" was all El could say for a moment.

Meg was sniffly and trying to dry the tears that kept falling. "I…I'm usually so careful…what am I going to do? I have a career, and…and…"

"It'll be fine; look, I'm here most of the time anyway so I would totally be down to do childcare and we can baby-proof the house," El suggested helpfully, looking thoughtful.

In the kitchen, a clattering was heard, along with the blender. Eleanor grimaced as though she just remembered her fiance was there, noisily making his way down the hall.

"Where's Meg, I want to tell her!" he insisted as he stumbled into the bathroom. "Meg, we're having margaritas! We've got NEWS!"

El pinched the bridge of her nose. "Sweetie, she can't drink either, it's just you tonight."

Meg froze and looked up at Eleanor. She'd said 'either', as in neither of them could drink tonight, so…El looked sheepish and covered her mouth, bursting into a fit of giggles.

Megyn covered her mouth in surprise. "Wait, you too?!"

El laughed, tears of bliss in her eyes. "I just found out last week. I told Max," she gestured to her fiance, who had stuck a straw into the blender he'd carried with him and was sipping on margarita while he watched the scene unfold before him, "earlier today, he was really, really excited as you can tell."

"So…it's not just…we're both…" Meg sat on the lid of the toilet, reeling, and possibly a bit dizzy from her condition.

"We're all having babies!" Max screamed, nearly spilling the blender as he threw his arms around the girls.

"Who's 'we'?" Eleanor snorted at him, leaning in so they could all group hug. It was all very touching until she looked around and asked, "Why are we all still in the bathroom?"

The months went by fast. Meg and El compared notes as their bodies changed, recording everything from what they were craving to how much they'd thrown up that day to how many inches they'd gained around their middles. Max quickly set to work baby-proofing the house and converting their shared game room into a nursery, thrilled at the prospect of not one, but two new babies in the house. They dog-eared pregnancy and parenting books for each other, sharing as much knowledge as possible among themselves. One night, about six months into her pregnancy, Eleanor admitted she was scared of giving birth. So, they all sat in the living room around Max's laptop watching birth videos, taking notes and talking about what worked and what didn't. That night they wrote up birth plans together, and made playlists to listen to while they were in labor.

As their due dates drew nearer and the nursery was finished, Max started working more hours in preparation for the new arrivals. Meg and El decided to take their maternity leaves at the same time, so they could help each other while they adjusted to motherhood.

While Max was at work one afternoon, the power went out. Eleanor was off for the day, nesting. Her swollen abdomen protruded beneath her old t-shirt as the vacuum suddenly switched off. Sighing, she began to wind up the cord, maneuvering awkwardly around her full-term belly.

Megyn waddled through the front door, a supportive hand on her aching back. She dropped her purse and keys on the kitchen counter with an exhausted sigh. She glanced over at the stove and microwave and noticed neither of their displays were on.

"What's up with the appliances?"

"Power just went out," El replied grumpily. "Probably just the thunderstorm. I hope Max doesn't have a hard time getting home…"

Meg was rummaging through the fridge and had already kicked her shoes off her swollen feet. "He'll be fine, the storm will most likely pass before he gets off tonight. Ugh, where's the damn Nutella…"

There was a heavy splash on the kitchen floor, and El called out from the cleaning closet, "I'm not mopping the floor again! What'd you even spill?"

Meg didn't respond. Eleanor made her way to the kitchen, thinking of ice cream and peanut butter…and maybe a couple slices of buttered toast. But when she reached the kitchen, she saw Meg was frozen in place, a puddle at her feet.

"I, uh…didn't spill anything," Megyn said quietly.

Eleanor stared in shock. "Oh my God, your water just broke."

Megyn's hands went to her back, her body tense. "I thought I was having Braxton-Hicks all day." She looked up at her friend anxiously and said, "What should I do?"

"Okay, don't panic," instructed El, who looked close to panicking herself. "Are you feeling okay? How close together are the contractions?"

"They're pretty sporadic still…" She took in a shaky breath, one hand moving to her belly, the other resting on the counter.

El threw a few dish towels on the floor and swept them around haphazardly.

"Go take a shower and relax," said Eleanor helpfully. "There's still time before we have to go to the hospital."

"O-okay," Megyn responded in a daze. She waddled down the hall to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and peeled off her pencil skirt and blouse. She left the door open to let in what light she could, since the lights weren't working. When the water was hot enough, she stepped in and let it run down her back, sighing. She gasped as another contraction clamped down on her uterus, stronger than she'd felt all day. She blew out a slow breath, squatting to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling in her hips and back.

After her shower, Megyn threw on a roomy shirt and some underwear before heading to the living room. She has another contraction while getting dressed, and another on her way down the hall. She kept breathing, steadying herself.

"How're you doing?" Eleanor asked from the couch. Meg sank onto the birth ball, the gentle rocking easing some of the pain.

"They're definitely ramping up now, it's really starting to hurt," she said, her breathing growing labored. She rubbed her swollen belly soothingly.

El winced sympathetically, unconsciously stroking her own tummy. "Did the shower help at least?"

"A little. I might fill the bath later…" She trailed off and closed her eyes as another contraction washed over her. This was happening too fast for her liking.

"Just…breathe and relax," El soothed, scooting closer and holding her hand. They squeezed each other's hands.

"Are you okay?" Meg asked, furrowing her brow and opening her eyes, the pain fading.

Eleanor bit her lip. "Don't freak out, but…I started feeling contractions earlier today, too."

Meg groaned, feeling stressed again. "Seriously? We need to get to the hospital."

"I don't think either of us should drive, and I doubt we'll get an Uber in this weather. Let's just wait for Max to get home."

"That's not for another six hours!" Meg protested, nearly falling off the birth ball.

"Yeah, and labor for first time moms can last like days, we probably won't even give birth till tomorrow."

Megyn sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. The pain and pressure was starting to become stronger. She wished she could turn on her labor and birth playlist, but her phone had died at work. She winced at another contraction gripping her middle, squeezing Eleanor's hand.

"They're getting worse," she sighed as she came down, her breathing labored. "I think my tablet should still be charged from this morning, want to watch something?"

El brought out her own birth ball and they passed three hours watching stand-up comedy on Meg's tablet. They'd messaged Max to let him know he'd probably have to drive them to the hospital when he got home, but he hadn't responded yet. Their labors progressed quicker than expected, and the pain grew intense. Megyn could tell that Eleanor was getting anxious as it got dark, so in between contractions she got up and lit some candles.

A tortured moan drifted from the couch, so Meg returned to investigate.

"It really hurts," whimpered El, a sheen of light sweat on her forehead. She was kneeling on the floor, hunched over the couch. Meg waddled over to her and put her hands on her friend's hips to apply counter pressure.

"This help?"

El nodded, breathing heavily as she buried her face in her arms. The pressure in Meg's pelvis was getting intense too.

"Hey, Meg? I read about, um, clitoral stimulation during labor and–"

"Get on the couch," Meg instructed.

El shakily did as she was told, reeling from the hard contraction that was ebbing and unsteady on her feet with the extra weight in front. She sat back, slipping off her shorts, and Meg began fingering her. Eleanor melted into the touch, sighing.

"Take your panties off too," she said to Megyn, who was rubbing her clitoris with her thumb while she fingered her. "We can take turns."

Meg took a moment to oblige, breathing heavily as her own contraction tightened her uterus.

El shifted herself off the couch, approaching Megyn and helping her lie back on the floor, then rasping her tongue over her clitoris. Meg, startled by the pleasure, cried out. But the pleasure was counteracting the pain, to her relief. Eleanor fingered her as she licked.

"Oh...f-fuck," Megyn moaned as she came suddenly, clamping a hand over her mouth to keep from being too loud. "Damn, that was fast."

El lay down next to her on the living room floor, the pair of heavily pregnant women catching their breaths.

"I wonder how far I'm dilated," Meg wondered after several minutes. She noticed El getting tense, so she moved down and put her face between her thighs. El whimpered ecstatically, rocking her hips and trying not to focus on how much pain she was enduring as well. She rubbed her tight, heaving belly and massaged her achy breasts. Then she came too, writhing and crying out in pain and pleasure.

"Let me…" She took a few more breaths and tried again. "I could check you and see, I guess? Max gave me a pretty basic rundown."

Meg shrugged. "May as well," she relented, lying on her back and opening her knees.

Eleanor got up with some difficulty and washed her hands in the kitchen. When she returned tenderly reached inside Megyn's vagina and felt around with her fingers. "Oh, wow, that feels weird…um…"

"Could you just estimate, without the commentary?"

"Don't get huffy with me," El complained. "And it feels like you're pretty close actually."

"Like how close?"

"You've got to be at least six centimeters."

"Shit."

Eleanor went to wash her hands, stopping on the way back to groan through another contraction. She had to be closer than Megyn to giving birth, by the sounds she was making. The situation was looking dire as Max still hadn't responded, and the storm outside had picked up again, making the chance of getting a ride slim. So much for those birth plans.

"We could take a bath, see if that slows things down? Or at least alleviates the pain?" El paused. "We should get some blankets and towels out just in case."

Megyn nodded, and got to her feet with her friend's help. With both of them being so pregnant, it was pretty difficult to move around. Add in labor pain, and every action seemed to take monumental effort. But they managed to gather some towels and the first aid kit before drawing a lukewarm bath and slipping into it across from each other. They mostly chatted quietly in between contractions for the next hour, lit by nothing but a few scented candles El seemed to hoard.

"I hope Max doesn't mind," Megyn wondered aloud, refering to the sexual touching. It wasn't the first time they'd done so either; their libidos had both skyrocketed during pregnancy. Meg still didn't have a boyfriend and Max worked long hours, so they vented the frustration together quite a bit over the past few months.

"He'd understand, and besides he already knows about all the other times." Meg looked at El wide-eyed, so she added, "he's my fiance! Of course I told him. Besides, I think he already knew."

"Oh…well then how'd he take it?"

"He thought it was hot, of course," Eleanor giggled. Her laughter was cut short by another contraction, and she doubled over in agony, panting for breath.

"Breathe, El," her friend comforted her while rubbing her back. "Just breathe through it."

The contraction lasted a bit longer than the others, but it eventually passed.

"Ugh, this feels claustrophobic," muttered El. "I'm getting out."

"I will too, I want to lie down," Meg admitted. They assisted each other getting out as well as they could manage, their hugely pregnant bellies taking up too much space to easily maneuver. When Eleanor finally got to her feet, she gasped softly and looked down as a heavy gush of fluid announced her water breaking.

"Oh my God…"

"Come on," Meg coaxed, "let's move to one of the beds. Don't freak out, it's just your water breaking like mine did a while ago now."

Eleanor nodded silently, looking pale, although it was difficult to tell by candlelight. The two gravid, laboring women left the bathroom, holding hands to keep steady.

El took them to her and Max's bed, grabbing a thick sheet from their closet and spreading it across the bed. Then she put down some towels and set the extras nearby, and made sure there was drinking water.

Megyn was struck by another contraction, this one making her double over in pain.

"Ohhhh God," she moaned, the pressure in her back reaching an intensity she didn't think possible.

"Come on, Meg, let's lay down and get some rest before Max gets home," El pleaded as she lay on her side. Megyn nodded silently, though at this point she doubted he'd be here before her baby, and once her contraction had passed she climbed into bed, facing the opposite way so that they were looking at each other's vaginas. They looked like a pregnant yin yang symbol, laboring together on the bed.

The two were less talkative now that their labors were progressing so fast. El was desperately checking her phone, despite it also almost being out of battery.

Meg could feel her baby moving down towards her cervix, but tried to relax as much as possible. It was going to be soon now, she could tell. El let out another cry of pain, gripping her belly in agony.

"Ohhhhh I'm getting really close," Eleanor moaned, on the verge of tears. "Fuck, this hurts my back."

"Just breathe, El," Meg sighed, reaching out a hand for her to grip. She could feel her friend's fingernails pressing into her palm.

"Ah, ah! I can't!" El whimpered. "I think the baby's coming…"

"Just relax, okay? I'll check–"

But Meg was cut short by El screaming in pain, grunting from the pressure building in her cervix. Eleanor lay on her side, holding her stomach and curling in on herself.

"I can't yet…he's not here…" she sobbed. "I can't have this baby yet!"

Megyn closed her eyes and panted through a contraction of her own, gripping El's hand. Her own baby was progressing much faster than she'd like.

"It's going to be okay, he's coming home soon."

"No, you don't understand, I…AAAHHHH!" El screamed, pressing her legs together.

"El, just focus on your breathing, okay?" Meg soothed, feeling her own baby take up all the space in her pelvis. She lifted one of her legs as she lay on her side and tried to feel if anything was coming out yet. She wasn't pushing just yet, but she could feel the head beginning to bulge behind her lips.

Eleanor was crying at this point, from fear or pain it wasn't clear. She was panting heavily, trying in vain to control her breathing or body. Meg reached down towards El's engorged vagina.

"Can I check you?" Meg asked. "It looks like it really hurts."

"I can't," El gasped, still weeping, "If I move my legs it's going to come out."

Meg's eyes widened. "Do you feel like you have to push?"

"I…I'm trying…n-not to…"

"El, let me see. Please."

Reluctantly, Eleanor finally parted her legs slightly, let enough to let Meg reach over and inspect her vagina. She was shocked by how dilated she was, and realized she could feel the very top of the baby's head.

"El, honey, I need you to push."

El shook her head, "I can't, I'm so scared, Meg."

"I'm right here, and honestly I'm going to have to push soon too. It's happening now, you deliver mine and I'll deliver yours." Meg's breath caught in her throat as another powerful contraction held her in its grip. El glanced over at Meg's vagina, noticing her friend was just starting to feel the urge to push herself.

"I can't…I'm scared," El cried, another contraction choosing for her. She screamed and finally lifted her leg, reaching down to feel the bulge forming between her hips. "Oh God, oh God, it's so big…"

Meg reached down and massaged El's vagina, marveling at how full it felt, how the baby's head pressed just behind its lips. She hissed through her teeth in pain, her body starting to push on its own.

"El, you have to breathe and relax. On the next contraction you have to push out your baby, okay?"

El nodded silently, too exhausted to fight it anymore. Hardly any time passed before another contraction was upon her, and she held apart her legs and pushed, grunting with effort.

Meg panted heavily and started pushing herself, watching El's progress as El watched Meg's.

"Y-you're crowning," Megyn sighed after releasing the push, reaching up to her friend to apply counter pressure.

"So are you," El replied shakily.

They pushed like this for at least thirty minutes, each facing the other's vagina, applying pressure and massaging the tender surrounding flesh to help deliver each other's babies.

Meg pushed again, startled by how fast the head was coming. She felt her opening stretch, then keep stretching, a burning sensation forming between her legs.

"Don't go too fast or you'll tear," El warned, holding the baby's head in place to allow Megyn to stretch more gradually. Megyn nodded, panting to keep from pushing too hard. By this point the two were covered in sweat, each head bulging out of its mother.

When her contraction ended, another of El's began. She screamed as the head suddenly popped out of her.

"I've got you, El, just keep breathing," Meg ordered breathily as she struggled to birth her child.

The two pushed together, each in awe watching the other give birth. Megyn finally pushed again, birthing the head, and felt it rotate.

"Oh! Catch it, it's coming!" El moaned at the top of her lungs. "The baby's coming!"

She wasn't wrong, because on the next push the rest of it slid out of her into Megyn's waiting hands. Meg sighed in relief, grabbing the nearest towel and cleaning off the baby as well as she could before her own labor took over and she was pushing again.

Megyn cried out as she birthed the shoulders, trying to catch her breath but unable to stop pushing until her own baby was born.

For a couple minutes they caught their breath and cleaned off their babies; Megyn had a son, and Eleanor a little girl.

Max would be home within the hour, and while he'd be tired after his 12-hour shift, he'd be more than happy to help the new mothers settle in for the long night ahead.

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Seasons of Birth

Leo: The King’s Ball

Evelyn was worn out these days, what with the prince's upcoming coronation and subsequent celebrations; the entire palace was working overtime in preparation for feasts, banquets, and, above all, the coronation ball. She'd been busily cleaning and polishing with the rest of the maids for weeks, eagerly waiting for all these events to be over with so she could go on leave. See, Evelyn was heavily pregnant and nearing her time. With all the running around she was doing, she could only hope she'd make it to the end.

There was another reason she wanted to be present and for things to run smoothly: the man being crowned king at the end of the week was the father of her baby. She and the prince had been having a secret affair for a little over a year, ducking into closets and hallways for ravenous lovemaking when they could find the time to spare. When she'd realized nine months ago that she was with child, she'd panicked at first, mortified at having to tell not only her royal lover but her employer. But Prince Ari, smitten, didn't seem to even mind. In fact, he appeared delighted, setting aside time to see her whenever he could.

Perhaps it was only because she was carrying his first child, but he seemed to adore her new curves with a hunger she'd never seen in a man before. Whenever they were alone, his hands would immediately gravitate to her growing middle, touching and cupping and pressing until they were both throbbing with need. Then he'd pull her dress above her hips and fuck her until they were spent, trembling and sweating and trying to get back into their clothes before they could get caught. Sometimes, on the rare occasions they would hide in his room, Evelyn would leave her dress off in order to let his hands roam over her swollen belly, feeling their child kick and move. After enough of this, he'd be hard again and thrusting into her, nibbling at her aching breasts until they were both moaning with release once more.

On the day of Prince Ari's coronation, Evelyn was finally ready to go on leave. She waddled back to her sleeping quarters after her morning shift, satisfied with her work the last few weeks. Ari was being crowned king down the road at the cathedral, and she was off-duty as of this afternoon. Now for a bath and a long nap.

"Evelyn, wait!" called Miss Bea, the head housekeeper. "I need you to serve at the ball tonight."

Evelyn sagged, exhausted. "Isn't there anyone else…?"

Miss Bea shook her head, wringing her hands and looking at her sympathetically. "I'm afraid it's all hands on deck. We have a much bigger turnout than expected, and Lottie badly sprained her ankle this morning, not to mention the handful of servants sick with that flu going around…I know you're supposed to be on leave, but I promise it would just be until after the ball."

The maid sighed deeply, resting her palms on the small of her back, which caused her enormous belly to poke forward. She had really been looking forward to that nap.

"I want double pay," she haggled, rubbing her middle pointedly.

Miss Bea let out a small laugh. "I can do time and a half and two extra breaks."

Evelyn shrugged. "Deal. Let me wash up and I'll be right down for the uniform." She looked down at herself, just barely holding back a laugh. "Do you even have one that'll fit me?"

Her boss snorted and grinned. "Don't worry, I'll make one work. I'll get a snack together for you too. Thank you, Evie, you're the best. A lot of the other girls could learn a thing from your work ethic."

Evelyn smiled tiredly. "Sure thing. I'll see you later."

Later, the pregnant woman had emerged from her room in a simple dress she'd be able to change out of easily. On special occasions, formal uniforms were cleaned and pressed for pickup near the laundry room. Evelyn made her way there, waddling as she rubbed her aching back. She wondered if she'd get a chance to see Prince Ari again before she gave birth. With how many engagements she heard he had planned, she'd be lucky if she saw him by next week.

King Ari, now, Evelyn reminded herself as she reached the back of the uniform pickup line. She rubbed her distended belly, swaying in place to distract herself from her aching knees and stomach pains. She'd been told about these by her midwife, pains in the last few weeks of pregnancy to prepare the body for labor pains. She'd been feeling them for weeks now, but they'd become stronger as she'd been washing up earlier, causing cramps around her back and middle. She shuffled through the line and accepted a parcel of clothes, smiling stiffly before waddling along to get changed with the others.

Evelyn filed into the room set aside for the maids to change in, ignoring the stares as she pulled off her simple dress. Her globular breasts were bigger than they looked under her clothes, swollen and heavy with milk. Her womb was round and laced with stretch marks, hanging low as though to announce to everyone around her how close she was to bearing her child. She quickly pulled on the black dress and mustard yellow apron, thankful the clean lines made the uniform look less ridiculous on her than she'd hoped. Although it felt very snug around her chest and middle, and the hem came almost up to her knees, she could walk and move her arms just fine, and that's all she needed to do for the next 7 hours. She frowned and adjusted the apron to hide the way the buttons strained around her belly. It would have to do.

When Evelyn reached the kitchen with the rest of her squadron of serving girls, the party was already underway. As she fell into another line, this time to pick up trays of drinks and appetizers, her back twinged sharply. Letting out a helpless sigh, she glanced at the clock on the far wall. A little after 3 o'clock, already less than 7 hours to go. She just had to make it through this shift, then she could rest. She accepted a tray of appetizers, adjusted her apron one last time, and stepped out into the main ballroom.

Nobles in glittering regalia flocked to servers for refreshments, and within minutes Evelyn was retreating to the kitchen for another tray.

Walking at this stage in her pregnancy was uncomfortable at best, as her small frame struggled to carry the full-term baby. Usually these days she used her belly as a sort of shelf to rest the tray upon, but tonight her child was so active she feared something would get knocked over. She struggled to keep a straight face in front of the nobles as she held up her tray, as her baby was kicking her in the ribs and her back pains were getting more intense by the hour. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was in labor, but the idea was too unsettling to entertain for long.

As she was carrying a tray of drinks to the floor, she caught sight of Ari and smiled at him sheepishly. He met her gaze and flushed pink when he saw her. She bit her lip, thinking she must look obscene the way her dress stretched tightly across her chest and distended stomach. Excusing himself from the group he'd been chatting with, he made his way to her and took his time selecting a drink.

"How are you feeling? I can't believe they made you work tonight," Ari said, looking down at her in concern. Evelyn tried not to let him see the discomfort she was in but it was impossible: her face was flushed with the effort of walking around all night, sweat dampening her uniform and making her hair stick to the sides of her head.

"Oh, I'm fine," she lied, her middle tightening again as it had been all night. "Really, you shouldn't hover around me too long, what if someone notices?"

He gave her a skeptical look, but before he could say anything else he was dragged away elsewhere by some friends of his. Evelyn sighed in relief. No need for the king to be hovering around a heavily pregnant serving girl.

"So the rumors are true: they're so short-staffed they even let you work tonight," came the voice of Princess Liona, Ari's younger sister.

Evelyn closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself before turning to face the princess with a pleasant look on her face.

"Would you like a drink, your highness?" she said in a practiced manner. Liona pursed her lips in disapproval as she took a champagne flute.

"You know you look ridiculous chasing after my brother in your state, don't you?" the princess continued. She'd suspected something going on between her brother and the maid for months now, although she seemed to entirely misread the situation. This suited Evelyn fine, as she didn't know what would happen if the father of her child was revealed to be King Ari.

"Pardon me, your highness, I need to go replenish my tray…" said Evelyn in an attempt to escape the uncomfortable situation. But then Liona did the unthinkable, taking one last sip of her champagne before letting the glass slip between her fingers. It fell to the floor with a noisy clatter, breaking in half at the stem. It wasn't loud enough to bring the party to a halt, but enough to cause a scene in the immediate area.

"Excuse me, could you pick that up?" Liona asked regally. Evelyn looked at the princess then down at the glass.

"Of course, your highness," she sighed before approaching the broken glass on the floor. Balancing the tray of remaining drinks on one arm, she bowed her knees and tried to squat to pick it up as gracefully as she could manage. In her condition, the entire display looked awkward and a little ridiculous. The serving girl's face was burning under the gaze of all the nearby nobles staring at her attempt to reach the glass without falling down.

Then another unthinkable thing happened: without warning, a gush of fluid burst from between Evelyn's legs, pooling at her feet with the spilled champagne. Shocked, the serving girl dropped the tray she was carrying, spilling the rest of the champagne glasses onto the floor. Liona failed to stifle a laugh; it seemed she hadn't noticed her waters breaking, only the spilled drinks. Taking steadying breaths, Evelyn squatted and placed the broken glasses on the tray as quickly as she could. She thought her time wasn't until the end of the week, now it seemed like she'd be a mother by the end of the night. She was so mortified that her ears were ringing, and she hoped no one else noticed her waters breaking. A young gentleman was kind enough to lend her an arm to help her up, as she would have struggled greatly without help.

As she made her way back to the kitchen, she felt her baby sinking deep into her hips, making her pregnant waddle even more pronounced. The laboring serving girl glanced at the clock again as she set the tray of broken glasses down on one the kitchen counters. It was only 7, she still had a few hours left.

Suddenly the embarrassment caught up to her, and Evelyn burst into tears, trying to ignore the concerned glances of the rest of the serving staff as they bustled past, busy with their own tasks.

"Oh Evie, I heard what happened," came the sympathetic voice of Miss Bea, who thrust a handkerchief into Evelyn's hands. "Spilling that tray…don't worry, I have someone else mopping up the champagne. These things happen."

"Thank you, Bea," the maid sniffled.

"I've moved you to washroom duty. Just hand out towels and direct the ladies back to the ballroom till the end of your shift, alright? Easy peasy."

Evelyn nodded, still tearful, but comforted by the easy task. Washroom duty was generally boring except for the chatter that could be overheard, but boring was precisely what Evelyn wanted right now. She might even be able to sit down. Then once her shift was over she could go back to her room and send someone out to fetch her midwife…

The maid pulled herself together, washed her face quickly, and made her way to the ladies washroom. Inside, there was a row of sinks across from the luxurious private stalls, and near the door was seating for ladies waiting for their companions. Evelyn gratefully pulled her favorite chair over by the table where the towels and sanitary napkins were arranged. The labor pains were becoming so painful that they gave her pause, and she struggled to keep a straight face. Not long now, she only had a few more hours.

Once she was able to sit down, she felt she might make it through the night. Wanting to look busy, she folded towels and rearranged the fancy toiletries on the table, silently focusing on her breathing as she labored. The ladies coming and going gossiped as they went about their business. She overheard the story of how the hugely pregnant maid spilled a tray of drinks repeated multiple times. A few ladies stopped to chat with her, many having had children themselves. The older ladies asked her when she was due and a few even asked if they could feel her belly, which swelled forward temptingly. Evelyn relished the attention on her unborn child, wondering what these noble ladies would think if they knew she was in labor at this moment, or that she was carrying the king's baby.

As the end of her shift neared, Evelyn could feel her body preparing to give birth. The sweat on her forehead and dampening of her dress could be explained by hormones and the warm room. But her pains were growing closer together, her back and hips aching. She could barely speak through the pains now, pressing her knees together and feeling her child press downward with every cramp. It was becoming obvious something was wrong to anyone passing by, but the maid merely made excuses and went about her business, thankful the ladies were sympathetic to her condition and insisted she stay sitting. The clock on the table nearby told her she only had to suffer for one more hour.

So she did, sitting as primly as possible, in actuality too afraid to move for fear of hastening her labor in any way. Sweat was soaking her hair and dress by now, her body trembling with the effort of holding in her child. By now Evelyn knew she'd be giving birth as soon as her shift ended, she just needed to think of a safe place fast enough. There was a guest room just down the hall that wasn't being used; it had been a favorite hiding place for her and the prince, maybe even where her baby had been conceived, come to think of it. It had clean linens and was spacious enough to dampen any noise…she just needed to last till 10 o'clock. When no one was looking, she panted through her labor pains like her midwife had told her, gripping the arms of the chair and pressing her legs together. The pain was becoming unbearable, and the minutes only seemed to tick by. Thankfully the night was wearing on and a large portion of the guests had gone home. Those that remained were getting too drunk to pay her any mind. Evelyn could feel her baby pressing against her opening, preparing to be born, and she desperately hoped she wouldn't have her baby here in the ladies' room while she was working. She passed the time planning her escape. As soon as her relief showed up at 10 she'd make a beeline down the hall to the guest room. She hoped she could waddle with her knees together in a way that wasn't too conspicuous.

Ten o'clock came and went. Evelyn stared at the clock, panting and using a towel to dab at her neck and forehead. She felt enormous, swollen, and soaked with sweat. Please, her relief had to show up soon. She couldn't give birth here, it was too embarrassing. The maid squirmed in her seat, feeling a strange sensation down there. It took her a moment to realize due to the way she was sitting that her body was trying to push, easing her baby into position to be born. Evelyn swallowed and took a sip of water from the cup another maid had brought her earlier. She couldn't give in yet, she had to get to the guest room.

Ten minutes late, the night shift maid appeared and shooed the pregnant woman away. Evelyn was near tears with relief, hastily waddling away as fast as she could manage. Moving was difficult now, her baby was sitting so low in her hips, but she somehow made it to the guest room unnoticed.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her she sank to the floor, whimpering in agony. Her baby was coming very soon, she wasn't sure she could even make it to the bed. Gasping for air, she quickly undid her apron and the buttons of her dress, relieving some of the pressure on her womb and breasts.

"Darling? Are you alright?" came Ari's voice. He approached her from where he'd been sitting on the extravagantly-made bed. It seemed like he'd been waiting for her.

"A-Ari," Evelyn cried. "The baby's coming." She winced where she knelt as a pain gripped her like a vice, and for the first time since her labor started she gave in, clutched her belly, and pushed. "Ohhh, help me, please!"

The new king wasted no time, crossing the room and scooping the laboring maid into his arms before carrying her to the bed. He set her down gently, helping her out of her uncomfortable dress while she labored.

"I can't believe they made you work tonight after you were supposed to be on maternity leave," he muttered as he grabbed a nearby article of clothing. It was a soft night dress, finer than anything she owned. "And I can't believe you kept working and didn't tell anyone you were in labor this whole time!"

Evelyn panted in between pains, pulling the comfortable garment over her head, and moved back onto the bed to get comfortable. She looked down at the night dress questioningly.

"I overheard some ladies talking about the pregnant girl in the washroom. I thought after work you might want to come here to rest so I was planning on going to find you…I had no idea you were planning on having our baby here tonight," explained Ari, removing his shoes and climbing onto the massive bed with her. He shifted to hide how much he enjoyed seeing her like this, huge with child and even experiencing labor pains. Even about to give birth, he found her irresistibly beautiful.

Evelyn was wholly focused on the pressure building behind her opening, her gravid belly heaving with every breath. Panting, she bore down and pushed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes at the burning sensation in her tenderest areas. Ari positioned himself between her legs as he had many times before, only instead of pleasure she was in unimaginable pain. He parted her sweaty thighs and stared in shock for a long moment. Between her legs a huge bulge was forming, the head of the baby pressing against her bottom. His love was gasping for air so he took her hand.

"You have to breathe," he soothed, pressing his other hand against her bottom to apply pressure, hoping to help her in some way. He smiled and reassured, "It's right there. We're going to meet our baby soon."

The maid was barely listening to him now, only aware of his hand in hers and the incredible urge to push and give birth to her baby. Biting onto a pillow to not scream, she pushed hard, feeling her body opening. Ari stared in wonder at the slit forming between her legs, bulging out towards him until his baby's head was fully emerged. The king cradled it in his hand, using the other to move his lover's hand towards it to feel their baby. The maid smiled, tears streaming from her eyes as she felt the baby's head between her legs. Then her face contorted as another contraction took over and she was pushing again, the baby rotating and slowly sliding out of her. The pain was excruciating now, but she knew it was almost over.

"Here are the shoulders…" coached Ari, holding onto the heavy child to keep it from slipping. Evelyn moaned into a pillow as her body pushed of its own accord, desperate to birth her huge baby. She could feel every inch sliding out of her, bit by bit, and she squeezed her lover's hand like a vice with every spasm and contraction.

"Ohh it hurts so much," Evelyn wept. "Please, get it out!"

"Almost here," he soothed breathlessly, focused entirely on the area between her legs now. "Keep going, he's almost here!" With one last groan she pushed with all her strength, expelling the rest of her baby in a torrent of fluid.

For a few moments the couple was silent, sitting in shock at what had just happened. Then the baby started crying, and as though a spell had been broken Evelyn began weeping and reaching for it.

"It's a girl, we have a daughter," Ari murmured, passing the baby to the new mother. She held the wriggling infant to her chest, tears of joy running down her face as she gazed at the king. "You were incredible, Evelyn, I…I love you."

"And I you!" Evelyn laughed exhaustedly. "I hope you know I'd carry a dozen more children for you if you asked."

Ari grinned, getting up and walking to the bedside table. He picked up a small box that had been sitting on it. Evelyn had obviously been too busy to notice.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that," said the king, delighted. "Because you're the only woman I want to bear my children. Evelyn Pine, will you marry me and be my queen?"

The maid stared at the modest ring in stunned silence for a moment before reaching out to kiss her lover's hand, smiling blissfully.

"Of course I will. Yes, yes I will."

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