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Wedding Bells

––Thank you so much –– Claire said to her hairdresser. Her hair was beautifully pulled into a low bun, in a perfectly messy way. Her makeup was already done too. The only thing missing was getting into her amazing light green dress. She was getting ready in her mother–in–law's hotel suite with her and with Hope, her sister-in-law. Her husband, Hunter, was in the groom's suite, helping his brother Hank get ready for his big day.

Hank was getting married to his High School sweetheart. It was a destination wedding, so we were all staying at a resort in Cancún where the wedding would take place. The ceremony would be starting at 2:00 pm, so an hour and a half from now, and it would take place in the beach. The reception was set to be in one of the resort's ballrooms, and it promised to be a great party. Everything about the wedding sounded fantastic, except for the fact that she would have to be carrying around her eight and a half months baby in this heat. She was sweating already, despite the fact that she was still inside an air-conditioned room. Besides that, small detail, it all sounded like a dream

––Honey, before you get dressed, I brought you something that I think you will find useful–– Rita, her mother-in-law said ––. My sister got married when I was pregnant with Hunter and I don't think I would have made it through the wedding without one of these.

She handed Claire a piece of elastic skin-colored fabric –– Spanx? –– I asked surprised.

––Yes! ––She answered ––It's designed for pregnant women. If you see, the fabric around the abdomen is softer, and the legs, the ass, the hips and the back is what will be tight. It will support your belly and back while applying pressure on your hips, relieving the tension you may have. Plus, it will make your ass look fantastic.

Claire laughed at this ––God, sounds like the invention of a lifetime –– she said, rubbing her big belly. She did need the support. Looking at it, it looked like it would fit a 5 year old. It was the tiniest piece of clothing I had ever seen for a full-grown adult, let alone a pregnant one.

Rita saw the doubt on her face and giggled ––. Don't worry dear, it expands. Here, I'll help you put it on –– She placed it in the floor opening it up so the two holes for the legs were visible. Claire stepped on them both and Rita started pulling it upwards ––. You need to close your legs tight Clairie, so this thing goes up ––. She did, and after 10 minutes or so of pulling it up her legs, the damn Spanx was finally hugging her ass and hips as it should. It felt tight, but in a good way. Pulling it past the belly was an easy task because, indeed the fabric on that area was softer. They only had to pull it a little in order for her to put my arms int the straps.

––Fewff, that was hard work ––Claire laughed, cleaning a droplet of sweat from my forehead. Damn heat!

Rita laughed with her ––. I promise you, you will thank me later –– She was sure she would, she already felt relief from something holding up the weight of her unborn baby.

Plus, her ass did look amazing with the fabric ending mid tight, and since the spanx ended went around her breasts, leaving them exposed but supported, her rack looked pretty good too.

The ceremony was beautiful. She watched her husband stand right beside her brother, fulfilling his duty as best man. The bride and groom looked radiant and filled with love for each other. And the ocean flowed peacefully behind them. A few (okay, maybe more than a few) tears slipped from her eyes as they told their vows. And everyone cheered when the minister proclaimed them husband and wife.

The only thing that could have made the ceremony better is if they had used better chairs for the guests. By the end of it her back was aching. Of course, nowadays it wasn't unusual for her back to be in pain. The beauty of the third trimester.

All the family members took some pictures with the newlyweds. Hunter and Claire had a beautiful picture taken as well. Hunter grabbing her protruding stomach lovingly while they looked into each other eyes. The next shot the photographer took of them both, Hunter was smirking, and Claire was red as a tomato. Because in that moment Hunter whispered against her ear ––When I saw you in that dress, all I could think of is how I will take it off. You know what? You look so good in it that, that maybe I'll even leave it on for our first round–– And that was the magnificent moment the picture captured.

The reception started at 4:00, and it was just as pretty as everything else (Except for the damn chairs, of course). They said hi to lots of family and friends. Hunter and Claire even danced for a while, before the pain in her back told her it was better to go sit down.

She was on her way to the bathroom when Hunter's aunt found her ––Hello Claire dear! How are you doing? ––The old lady asked.

––I'm doing great, thanks! Are you having fun tonight? –– Claire asked, even though her back was killing her. Every few minutes the sharp pain would come back, but still she smiled at her.

––Yes, yes of course. How far along are you Claire? You look ready to pop! ––She asked with a smile on her face.

––Still half a month to go! ––She said.

––Oh God! I could swear you were overdue with the size of your bump ––She frowned –– You are going to have a huge baby.

––Well, I wouldn't be so surprised, look at her father's size.

––Of course, yes! And you are not short either –– She said. She was right, Claire's stomach was enormous, but what she told her was true. Hunter was a massive guy with 6"5. And Claire wasn't exactly short, so chances were they were having a very large baby. She shuddered just thinking about pushing a watermelon sized human being into the world.

Claire's trip to the bathroom was an odyssey. She was peeing herself, but of course she had to take the Spanx off first. That was hard enough, especially around the hips, but she managed to do it. The real deal was putting it back on. She had to call her mother-in-law so she could come to the rescue. Standing in the middle of the ladies room Rita helped her put it back in place (And put her dress back on again) She finally zipped her up and went back out to the party.

Even though the party was magnificent, Claire couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. At 9:00pm her back was aching more than usual, the pain sometimes even spreading to her lower belly. She was hot and sweaty and all she wanted to do was lie down. She turned and looked to her husband, he was laughing alongside the cousins who lived on the other side of the country, they never saw each other, and everyone seemed like they were having the time of their lives. She thought she would wait another hour so she didn't seem rude and she would go back to her room. That was one of the advantages of staying at the same hotel where the wedding was going on at.

At 10:00 pm Claire grabbed Hunter's knee to grab his attention. He turned to her with a smile on her face.

––I'm heading to the room sweetie ––She said to him in a low tone.

Hunter frowned ––Why? Are you okay?

––Yeah, my back just hurts a lot, I've been standing a lot, and the fancy shoes don't help my comfort.

His frown disappeared ––Okay, let's go

––Oh, no honey! You don't have to come with me! Enjoy your family! It's your brother's wedding for God's sake ––She said sincerely. She didn't want to spoil anyone's fun.

––Are you sure baby? ––He asked

––100% You have fun

––Call me if you need anything? ––She nodded at his question. She quickly said her goodbyes around the table. And headed to say goodbye to her in- laws. Promising she would see them at breakfast tomorrow. She finally started her walk towards her room.

The thing about resorts is that sometimes they were too... big. Claire had been walking for twenty minutes when she finally reached the elevators. Once inside, she took off her shoes, allowing her feet to stretch. Another one of the back pains hit her hard. God, she needed to lay down and rest. On the walk towards the elevator, she have had 4 aches. This last one spread into her stomach, just as a few had done back in the wedding. After around 40 seconds the intensity subdued.

The elevator opened and she still had to walk through a long hallway to get to her room. she rubbed her back trying to ease another pain coming.

The moment she closed the door of the room another one followed, this time making her bend over a little, since it was spreading so much further in her lower stomach. She grunted with the pain. Could it be? No, she dismissed it, she was just exhausted form the day.

She decided to lay down on the bed, the pain in her back instantly diminishing. But now, the next pain hit her directly in the abdomen, forcing her to grab her belly. She couldn't deny it anymore. That had been a contraction. Shit, was all those back pains in the wedding been contractions as well? That would mean she had been labouring! For almost 8 hours!

She got up from the bed so she could grab her phone and let Hunter know what was happening. The moment she straightened her back a warm gush of liquid exploded out of her.

––Shit, my water–– A contraction hit her with renewed strength, making her moan ––Mmmmmmggodd ––She grabbed her belly in an attempt to relief the pain. When the contraction was over she stepped aside from the pool of liquid at her feet and decided to get the dress off so she could move better. The dressed was zipped from behind, so she had to maneuver to hold the zipper. Not even two minutes after the last one, another contraction hit her, with her still holding the zipper in her hand. The pain made her break it from the dress, and the fabric pooled at her feet.

She continued her way to the front table, where her phone was. She unlocked it and as she was opening the phone app, it died ––Oh, no no no. C'mon! –– She hit the phone against her palm uselessly.

She made her way across the room to charge her phone. She was wondering about her possibilities. She could go back to the ballroom and let Hunter know she was in labour. But that would imply getting dressed and walking for another 20 minutes on her way there only to have to get back. It sounded like a lot. Or she could wait here, labour by herself and wait for Hunter to arrive to the room. It was already 11:00 pm, so he probably wouldn't take that long, maybe a couple of hours more. She had read tons of books on pregnancy, and they said that first time mothers usually had a long labour, so Hunter would probably get in time to help her.

She decided to settle in the bed for a while, panting and moaning with her contracting body, each one stronger and deeper than the last one. She stayed there for about 45 minutes, grasping the sheets and her stomach whenever the intensity became too much. The contractions were getting closer together, only a couple of minutes between them, sometimes even less.

After a while she realized that her phone had to had battery already, so she got up from her side of the bed as she could and walked to where her phone was charging. But before she could reach it something tangled in her feet. The dress she had left on the floor made her stumble, falling on her knees. The moment she touched the floor she felt something drop against her cervix, sliding right into her birth canal. She suddenly started feeling the urge to bear down.

Without thinking a lot about it, she positioned herself in all fours and started following her body's instincts. She touched her chin to her chest and pushed as hard as she could. The pushing helped with the pain of the contractions, so Claire continued to push, happy that the pain wasn't as intense as just some moments before. But soon enough, the head was against her entrance, causing a burning sensation to surge form within her. She moaned in a way she never had before. With her hand, Claire touched her slit and felt it bulging against her tight Spanx.

DAMN IT, she had absolutely forgotten about the Spanx. Without enough time to think about what to do, another contraction pressed her belly, and without realizing it, she pushed again. The baby's head was pushed forward with this, causing the elastic fabric further. When the contraction was over, Claire stopped and took a breath. The fabric between her crotch receded, pushing her baby back inside her. Claire screamed painfully at the loss of her progress.

She had to get out of that evil piece of clothing. Putting all of her weight on her knees, she started pulling at the straps, she slid out her arms until they were free. Before she could slide the Spanx down her huge frame, another contraction came, this one longer and stronger than any before. She fell to her side as she bore down, only able to push the bulging head a little before the confining item made it go back inside. The pressure inside her was driving her crazy, and not being able to push her baby out was more painful than anything.

She needed to birth her baby as much as she needed to breathe. Anxiety started rising up within her, worried about her baby being in her birth canal way too long. Claire managed to shift from her side to her butt. She quickly rolled the tight fit down her belly, liberating her upper body. With this, the tension around her crotch was less, so when the next push came, the head started crowning. It still couldn't go completely out, but at least it was making some progress. When the pushing stopped, it went back a little, but not completely as it had been doing. Claire smiled at this, even against the burning sensation, knowing that she was closer to meeting her child.

After a contraction was over, she tried pulling the Spanx down her hips. But the fabric was so tight it was unmovable. Plus, she had to lift her bottom from the floor and she wasn't managing to do it. Before she could think another contraction came, and the moment that one finished, a new one started.

Her legs were slightly parted with the crowning head, and she realized that if she wanted the fabric to budge she had to close them. Knowing it was the only way to get out of her tight hell, Claire closed her eyes and with her hand pushed the head of her baby back inside of her. She let out a pained shriek and closed her legs as fast as she could, so her baby didn't come out again. She planted her feet on the floor and rose her ass. She was tugging at the fabric when another contraction hit her middle, she fell right down on her ass. Suddenly something shifted inside her, a new pressure started building from the top of her stomach. It fell like her own body was placing weight against her baby so it would be born faster.

When the contraction ended, the pressure did not lessen. It took all her might, but she lifted herself again, resting her weight against the side of the bed. With her legs closed the fabric was giving in more, not a lot, but definitely more. She managed to get it past her hips and to her thighs, liberating her aching pussy. The moment her ass touched the ground her legs fell open. Not a lot because they were still being obstructed by the tight roll the Spanx had created. The roll was hurting the skin on her legs. Without meaning to, the moment her legs opened up a bit the head surged again quickly, this time going up to the brow.

Beads of sweat were covering Claire's entire body. By this point, the contractions were almost non stopping, so her body pushed again, against her will. The head emerged and a gush of liquid fell from her. She began feeling the shoulder slamming against her entrance. She bore down again, with all of the strength she had, needing this baby out in that very moment. But the baby wasn't moving. She tried opening her legs more, but she couldn't. The baby was trapped once again.

Claire tried pulling down the Spanx further down, but again, her open legs wouldn't let her do it. A tear rolled down her cheek knowing what she had to do. Once more, her hand travelled to her crotch, grabbing the top of her baby's head she pushed on the opposite direction it should be going. If getting the head out was painful, getting it all back in was excruciating. Fresh tears rolled down her face, and she couldn't stop screaming in pain.

––FUUUCK, FUCK, FUCK. SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MEEEAGHHHHHHHH –– She screamed at the top of her lungs, pain swallowing her completely. As she pushed the head back in, she felt something inside of her resisting it. I t was like there was something inside her trying to block the baby's way back in. But after the most painful seconds of her life, the head was successfully inside of her once again. She closed her legs strongly and tugged down at the torture that the Spanx had been. She managed to move it right above her knee, she could barely reach it anymore, but she was scared that if she opened her legs the baby's head would pop out again, she knew that the item was still not going to allow her to open up fully in order to let the shoulders out.

She stretched her arms as much as she could, but as much as she tried she couldn't reach it anymore. She was pushing against her closed legs in order to relief some of the pressure building against her vagina. Maybe if she stood up the fabric would fall to her feet. But, how was she going to do that? Before she could think the next contraction hit her like a train. It left her without any air in her lungs, she even began feeling dizzy. Her legs fell open once more, and she whined. But everything started to seem blurry. It was like everything was far away from her, and she couldn't care that her legs were open again. She didn't realize she was crying, and her eyes started dropping in exhaustion.

Suddenly the door of her room opened up. It was 01:20 am. Hunter's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her wife spread naked in the floor, her legs restrained by a piece of clothing and their baby's head hanging out of her lips. She was pale and looked like she was passing out.

––Honey ––He rushed at her side –– Oh God Claire, c'mon focus on me, baby.

Claire opened her eyes ––Hunter? –– She asked in a breath that turned into a moan. She grabbed her husband shoulder as the pain awakened her. Her immense belly's shape changed with the contraction.

––Yes baby, I'm here. I need you to focus on getting this baby out, okay? How long have you been like this?

––I've been pushing for around two hours. –– She said. No wonder why she was exhausted ––. I can't get the baby past the head. The Spanx won't let me. Please get it out of me –– She begged. Hunter didn't know if his wife was referring to the Spanx or the baby, but he got to work. He couldn't slide the fabric sown with her opened legs. So he grabbed one of them and bent it, so the feet was out of the hole. Once he did this, Claire was able to open up completely. He quickly slid the Spanx out of her other leg and tossed it aside.

––Okay Claire, now you can push –– He told her. She bore down and she felt the shoulders straining against her lips. Now that she was finally open she could still feel the strange weight against her baby, pushing it out of her. Her womb contracted and her lips stretched wider than they ever had –– You are doing amazing honey, You are almost done.

In the next contraction one shoulder was out, in the following two the other. And with one last push the baby slid out of her into Hunter's expectant hands.

––It's a boy, baby. We had a boy! ––Hunter exclaimed, tears falling down his face. He placed the baby on top of the mother's chest and he leaned in to kiss her ––You are incredible honey. I'm sorry I wasn't here for the most part.

––It definitely would've made it easier ––Claire laughed. She was crying too, out of joy and pain. The contractions in her stomach were still going on, but she didn't worry, she had read that the uterus contracted until the afterbirth was delivered. A few minutes passed when something changed –– Hunter, love –– She said, panic in her voice ––. Something is not right. Check me please.

She didn't have to say it twice. In a second, Hunter was between her wife's legs. He inserted his fingers at her entrance when he felt it. Something hard and round. He smiled ––How do you feel about twins babe?

Her mouth fell open ––WHAT? ––She yelled. Soon enough a hard contraction took her body, squeezing it and torturing it ––. UUUUUUGHNNNNNN, I feel it in my birth canal.

––Yup, that's exactly where it is. I need you to push hard honey. This will be over soon. With one arm still wrapped around her baby boy, she grabbed just one of her knees and pushed as hard as her tired body allowed her. She pushed contraction after contraction, feeling the baby sliding down. She was beginning to crown when Hunter said excitedly ––I can see the head baby, you are incredible. Keep pushing!

With his hand, Hunter was controlling the progress of the baby so she wouldn't tear. With each push the baby came closer to meeting the world. After a few more contractions the head sprang out. Hunter found the cord around the neck and told her to hold off her pushes. He disentangled it and gave her the green light to keep going.

10 minutes later a cascade of fluids coming from her insides fell out of Claire, accompanying her second baby boy.

––We have another boy! ––Hunter laughed. After a while he helped her aching wife onto the bed with their sons. She breastfed them and Hunter watched fascinated. Claire didn't miss the bulge forming in her husband's pants, and she smirked, knowing that besides all the pain, she would totally do it again.

Now they rested together as the family they were. Tomorrow they would have a long explanation to give when they showed up to breakfast with two extra guests.

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Belleview Clinic

This was my ninth month in the Belleview clinic. Nine months since I've been outside. And nine months carrying my child. When I first got to the Belleview clinic was because I saw an ad on the internet about it. They offered $2,000 if you let them perform some lab tests on you. I desperately needed the money; I was about to get thrown out of my apartment for lack of payment. The ad said that the only thing they were going to do to you were blood tests, because they were running an investigation on fertility. And even though I had always been scared of needles, I needed the money, so I guess I could swallow my fears. It also specified that they needed women between 18 and 25 years old. So, I, at my 22 years old thought I had nothing to lose. I thought it would be easy money that would allow me to keep having a home. Boy, was I wrong.

The first day here a nice nurse received me. She gave me a hospital gown and told me to put it on, she led me to a nice room that had a doctor's office chair, so I sat down. After a few minutes a doctor came in, she started talking, and everything seemed normal. She was preparing a needle, I started getting dizzy from the sight, so I closed my eyes and turned my head. It was better if I didn't saw the process of the needle coming inside of me. But still, I felt it. Something willed me to turn, I don't now what it was, but as I did, I realized they were not extracting my blood, they were injecting me something. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could do anything everything faded to black.

When I woke up, I was in a small bedroom with two individual beds. The walls painted in an olive green, combining with the covers on the beds. A girl around my age was laying in the bed next to mine, she was sleep or maybe passed out just as I had been. The chamber had two doors. I got up and went to open them. Behind one of the there was a modest bathroom, with a shower, a toilet and a sink. It was provided with towels and toiletries. The other one didn't open at all. I sat back down on my bed wondering if maybe I was dreaming when my roommate woke up.

––Where am I?–– she asked.

––I have no idea –– I answered honestly.

That's how I met Izzy, the only person I have seen in the last 9 months. Soon after that day, we realized we were not getting out. Three times a day the otherwise permanently closed door would open, always revealing food and sometimes other thing we might need, like clean towels or sheets, new clothes for our growing bodies, among others. And on the other side of the door there was the smallest room (where they left the tray with the things and were we would leave the dirty plates and clothes and towels so they would return them to us clean) and another door, one that we never ever saw or could open. They fed us well and they provided everything for us to live comfortably on those conditions. We had a notepad and a pen, and we could write notes to our captors with things we needed, and most of the time they would give them to us, they would give us books, movies and games to keep us entertained among other things, we even asked for a full length mirror and a table for our room, and they gave that to us as well. But it wasn't life.

A few months in the clinic Izzy and I realized we were pregnant. Neither of us remembers when we got impregnated, but that's when it clicked. That's why we were here, the Belleview clinic was a breeding center. Probably lots of more women were in the same condition as us in the same building. But there was nothing we could do to help them or help us for that matter.

It had been nine months since our first day here, so both Izzy and I were in full term of our pregnancy. I woke up that day feeling cramps in my lower belly. I was very aware that the baby could come any day now, so I was keeping track of the pains. Right now, it's 8:15 in the morning, breakfast is usually served at 8:30, so I'm considering writing a note informing about the cramps I'm having so I can leave it there when the door opens.

Izzy got out of the shower like 10 minutes ago and she hasn't gotten out of the bathroom yet. I needed to pee. I got up from my bed and wobbled towards the bathroom door. I knocked before saying–– What's taking you so long Iz?

The door flew open and I found a naked Izzy with a panicked look on her face ––Ali I think I will have my baby today.

––What? You are in labor? –– I asked her in surprise ––I think I'm in labor too.

––Oh god Ally, what are we going to do?

––We have to let them know. They have to help us.

Izzy nodded and followed me out into our bedroom.

––Do you mind if I don't put clothes on? I feel so hot I don't think I can handle them –– She said with her huge belly popping out of them.

––Sure, I might follow you in a bit, but I still can handle them.

I went to get our notepad and wrote in my neat handwriting. We are probably both in labor, we need help, please. At 8:30 sharp the door opened, two plates of waffles waiting for us. I took them and placed them in the table, before the door closed, I placed the note on the tray, hoping someone would come.

We ate quietly. I noticed Izzy wincing every once in a while. My stomach was tensing up with 10 minute breaks in between, and the contraction was lasting about 30 seconds.

––How are you feeling? –– I asked her.

––It hurts, but it is not unmanageable. My contractions are about 8 minutes apart. Yours?

––Around ten, and they are lasting about 30 seconds.

––Yeah, mine too.

Around 11:00 am the door opened. It usually never opened at that time, so I went to check it out. There was a basket filled with things. Lots of towels, new sheets, two white onesies, a pair of scissors, and a note that read Good luck. I felt rage grow inside of me. Was this their help? Was this all we were getting?

Izzy was standing behind of me, analyzing our package ––Seems like we are doing this on our own –– She said.

––I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. HOW ARE WE–– I interrupted myself because liquid started running down my legs. In that moment a stronger pain hit me like a truck and I had to grab onto Izzy's shoulder for support ––Oh God, my water broke. Fuck fuck fuck.

––Okay calm down, breathe –– Izzy said and a contraction hit her too, grabbing now onto me ––We are doing this, we are doing this together okay?

I just nodded.

––Let me get out of my wet clothes. How long do you think until we have them?

––I have no idea –– Izzy replied.

4:00 pm and I was panting in pain, 10 hours of labor and I could feel the moment approaching. Izzy's water broke about 20 minutes ago and she was also in agony.

––Ali –– She moaned in pain –– I can feel the baby against my cervix, the moment is getting close.

Just as if Izzy had said magic words, I felt my baby getting lower and its way against my cervix.

––Alright, seems like we are doing this now –– I said, set on bringing these babies into the world ––. This I what we are going to do. Sit right here –– I brought her to my bed, holding her back –– Sit in the middle and face the headboard –– She followed my instructions wincing –– Yeah, exactly like that. And now... –– I climbed on top of the bed sitting right in front of her, both of us in our naked glory –– Move closer to me, we have to be close if we want this to work –– A contraction interrupted me, stealing my breath. Once it was gone I helped Izzy move closer.

––Are you sure this will work? –– She asked

––It hast to –– And it did had to because we couldn't deliver our babies on our own ––Now open your legs wide and put one above mine and I will put one above your other one. This way we will have access to the other.

We did that and now we sat facing each other, in the middle of my bed, with our legs intertwined and with our groins at an arm's length. Our bellies were barely separated, but they still allowed for us to see each other's vaginas and their progress.

––I feel the head against me Ali, could you feel me up and check it? –– Izzy asked me, her face filled with pain.

––Of course, of course –– I said. I slipped my fingers inside her hole, reaching upwards, finally I felt something hairy ––Yeah, I can fill it, the head is right there.

She smiled, knowing this would be over sooner than later –– Do you want me to check you?

––Yes, please –– Izzy's hand roamed over my bulging pussy, and in between all the pain I felt a wave of pleasure. I moaned and felt her finger slide into me just as my belly tensed up, so I moaned again, this time painfully.

––I feel... something–– Izzy said, her hand still inside me –– Ali...–– she looked at me with panic in her eyes –– I think your baby is breech, I think I touched its butt. Fuck Ali, this is going to be harder than I thought, but you can do it, I know you can.

Suddenly I started feeling this urge to push, the pressure of my baby building inside of me––. Oh god, Izzy –– I said pushing a little –– It's cominggghhh.

She answered me with a scream of her own, grabbing her belly and pushing too. The pain was so intense, and I could feel the baby drop onto my birth canal.

Izzy and I were both pushing and panting, neither of us making much progress. This technique of each one doing her own thing in front of each other wasn't working.

––Listen to me –– I said grabbing the back of her neck and bringing her face closer to mine –– You need my help and I need yours, okay? We will get nowhere on our own. I can see your baby bulging against your entrance, mine is still a little higher up, so this is what we will do –– She nodded in response –– I will help you deliver the head, and then while we wait for the baby to turn you will help me make progress. Once your baby is fully turned I will go back to helping you, and once your baby is born we will focus on mine. Is that okay?

––Yeah, I think that will work–– Izzy said.

I put all my will into not pushing with the next contraction, the effort of not doing it was producing so much pain within me, but I needed to focus on Izzy ––Okay Izzy, now push.

She did. She was pushing and I could see her baby beginning to crown, slowly but it was getting there.

––God, it. Burns. It burns so bad –– Izzy screamed in between pushes. My contractions were still coming, coming one on top of the other. Please wait baby, please please.

––I know Iz, but you have to push, come on.

She pushed harder, more hair was visible with each of her efforts. The head was getting to the widest point and she screamed ––AGHNNNNHHHHHHHHH. God, it burns Ali. SO MUCH –– She said as she pushed further. I couldn't even answer her because I was using all my efforts in not pushing. Another push and the head was slipping again.

––It's almost out Iz, you are at the eyebrows. You can do it! –– I tried telling her reassuringly. She was doing a great job. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to her for support, she placed her forehead on mine and with the biggest push of her life, the head was out ––. Oh my god Izzy! It's out! –– I reached out to try to feel the cord, but it was nowhere to be found.

––Good ––. She cleaned the sweat from her forehead ––. Your turn. Come on Ali. Before it turns.

She didn't have to say it twice. My contractions weren't even stopping at this point. I felt the baby pushing against my entrance. So, I did, I pushed with all I had ––Nggggghhhhhhh –– I felt the baby stretching me, it wasn't moving a lot, but at least there was progress.

After 5 minutes of pushing, I looked down on Izzy and her baby was all turned out ––. Izzy –– I panted –– Your baby, your turn.

––Are you sure? –– she looked red from the effort, so I just nodded. My friend needed to get her baby out now.

I stopped pushing and shifted my position so I could reach her, and with that, all my effort was futile, my baby slid back in, removing the progress I made ––OHH nonono, baby no –– I said, pain striking me.

––Oh, Ali, I'm sorry ––Izzy said through her pain

––Don't worry about me right now, let's focus on your baby –– I said, even though the pain was killing me. The baby had slid back in, but it was trying to push their way out once more. I tried closing my legs a little so I could stop their progress ––Push with all you have Izzy

She pushed, an ear-piercing scream coming from her mouth –– Grab onto me if you need to but keep pushing –– I said. Her hand immediately found my shoulders, her nails were digging into my skin, but not even that could subdue the pain on my groin. My efforts of keeping the baby inside of me were not being that effective. I could feel the bulge forming and opening me up.

Izzy dropped her head back in defeat –– I can't do this anymore, I'm too tired, it hurts too much –– She said.

A contraction surged through me in that moment and I grabbed her chin hard, making her look at me ––Listen to me Izzy, you can do this –– I winced in pain ––You have to do this, I need you to do this, okay? My baby is tearing me apart and I need you to be done so you can be there for me –– I held her stare –– SO DON'T TELL ME YOU CAN'T BECAUSE YOU WILL –– I screamed at her in the middle of the strongest contraction I've had.

She nodded ––Yes, sorry Ali, I know. Imma do this and then it will be your turn, okay?

––Okay –– I answered –– PUSH!

She bore down and finally, the shoulders slid out of her. I was grabbing the baby for support and to be ready to catch it. With one more push a baby boy was in my arms. In that moment a wave of liquid drowned us both. Izzy looked at me apologetically ––I'm sorry about this mess.

––I literally couldn't care less about it––. Grabbing the scissors I cut the cord and held the boy to his mother–– You had a boy Izzy–– I said with a smile on my face. The smile didn't last long though, because a renovated wave of pain started within me ––. NGHHHHAAAAAH–– It was as if my body knew that it was my turn, because the baby started stretching my lips mercilessly.

––Okay, okay. Time for you Ali –– She deposited her baby in between our legs while she attended me ––Alright, push.

I never could have imagined the power my body had. With all my strength I started pushing. My contractions weren't stopping, and neither was I. This baby had to be out NOW! In a few pushes the bottom of my baby was out, his feet still hanging inside of me.

––The feet are hurting me –– I yelled.

––I know sweetie, try pushing them out ––Izzy said. I pushed again for a couple minutes but the feet wouldn't come out ––. Alright I'll try to maneuver them out of you, okay? –– I nodded. I could feel Izzy's fingers working my lips bigger. She grabbed one of the baby's knees and pushed it forward, and she slipped one of the legs out of me. I breathed out with the relief that provided me with ––. Alright, now the other one –– She did the same thing but somehow the second foot didn't slip as easily. It got trapped and I yelled in pain. Izzy stretched the piece of skin the foot was caught in and it released ––Okay, feet are out of the way, you can continue to push–– She said.

I fisted the soaked sheets underneath me and pulled them closer to me as I followed the urge my body had of bearing down. The rest of the body flowed quickly outside of me and now only the head was missing. Izzy grabbed the baby from underneath and lifted it a little bit.

––OOOOOOWWWW GOD. Take it out already –– I screamed. The pain growing by the second if that's even possible.

––He will be out with your next push if you give it your all. Come on Ali, you're almost there.

––He? –– I asked, tears building in my eyes.

Izzy nodded smiling –– C'mon Ali. This is it.

And suddenly, my baby was out and crying. I held him up as Izzy held up hers. And we smiled at each other. Relieved from the pain, but deep inside we were scared, because we knew we would not have much time with our babies before they took them. And we also knew it wouldn't be long before they impregnated us again and we had to do this all over again.

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Friendly reminder that while our shared interest is the literal fetishization of pregnancy, the fantasy world is not reality. Pregnancy is not a gift nor a requirement to be forced upon people. Consent must be our most valued principle. Someone who does not want to be pregnant should not have to be. No matter how it happened.

We as a community owe pregnant people respect, and we as a society owe all people who can become pregnant the right of choice to prevent, terminate, or carry a pregnancy to term as they so desire. Fuck governments that say otherwise.

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Surprise at a Concert

The music was so loud that even the floor beneath her trembled. This was the way she liked it, that's why she fell in love with rock when she was barely a teenager. Now, many years later she was fulfilling her dream of being the drummer of a growing rock band called Midnight Angels, which was becoming more famous each day. Tonight was their most important gig to date, they were playing at a medium sized theatre, but for them, it was the biggest venue they had ever filled.

Everyone in the public was dancing, jumping and yelling their songs, it should have filled Karla with so much joy and excitement. And usually, it did, but that night she was feeling a little under the weather. Her stomach had been cramping most of the day, at first she had assumed her body was preparing for her next period, she had never been regular and it had been a few months since she had her last one, so it was about time it came. But after a few hours, and after the pains began getting more intense and painful she started to think it was something she ate. The night before she had sneaked out with Erick, the bandmate she had been secretly fucking for over a year, to have Thai for dinner, probably something had gone bad.

Before the concert started she approached Erick ––.Hey babe –– She whispered.

––Hey beautiful, you ready? –– He asked enthusiastically. He didn't seem sick, but she still asked him.

––I am –– She lied ––. Hey, I wanted to ask you, did dinner last night caused you any... discomfort?

He furrowed his brows ––Not really. Why? Are you sick?

––No, just with a bit of a tummy ache, but nothing serious–– She lied, again. That had been 3 hours ago.

Right now they were playing their most famous song, but Karla couldn't focus on anything but the pain forming in her insides. The moderate cramps had become so much more intense and excruciating. It felt like knifes all around her abdomen. It was a good thing that the band was obsessive with practicing, because she knew the set by muscle memory and was capable of playing it even through these awful cramps.

The pain kept on building stronger as different songs passed. A strange pressure was building up inside her, different than the previous pain. Worse. It was like one of her organs was trying to slip out of her through her vagina. FUCK. What if that was what was happening. Another cramp overcame her and she screamed, as she couldn't resist it anymore. Her scream wasn't perceived, since the music and the crowd were loud enough to conceal them. Once she realized no one could hear her, she kept on moaning and grunting through the pain. She wasn't sure if it helped, but she couldn't really stop her body from doing it.

At some point Erick turned to look at her with a concerned look, he raised his eyebrows at her, silently questioning her. She was sweating, and probably looked like a mess. She tried to smile at him, she knew what this concert meant for him, for all of them, she was not going to ruin it for them. Erick gave a slight nod and continued to sing.

Not soon enough, the last song of the set came, after this she would be able to go to the hospital. The pressure inside her was now so unbearable, she found herself pushing to relief it a little, she din't even realized it at first, it was like her body was taking control over her and was doing the necessary to lift the pain and pressure she was feeling. Suddenly, she felt something inside her shift and pass through her cervix. She closed her eyes and the worst scenario possible came to her mind. She was probably about to die. Never in her life had she felt that amount of pain. When the song ended and the applause began she felt something bulge against her cunt. She closed her legs tight, she wasn't gonna let something out of her in front of their biggest audience ever. A tear began forming in her eyes, but not even crying made her feel any better.

At the end of every concert each of the 4 members of the band stood up and gathered together in the front of the stage. Each usually said some words and then they would all leave the stage together. Karla stood from her seat behind the drums, and she felt the force of gravity push the thing inside her forward. She walked carefully, without opening her legs much and made her way to the front. She stood besides Erick. As always, they gave her the mic first, being the only female in the band had its perks.

––Thank you for an un...––A cramp made her stumble with her words. Nobody seemed to notice, only Erick's eyes focused on her with a weird expression ––...Unforgettable night. ––She couldn't say anything else, her usual long and heart-felt speeches forgotten. She gave the mic to Erick, waved a little and began walking off the stage. She couldn't stay there anymore, she had to get to her dressing room.

In the distance Erick could be heard saying ––Erm... yeah, thank you... Excuse me–– But Karla could barely hear it. As soon as she got to her dressing room she doubled over in pain. She let out a scream as she fell to the floor, her hand clutching her tight abdomen. The door of her dressing room burst open and Erick was standing there, pale as a ghost.

––Kar, what's going on? ––Erick yelled, his voice filled with worry. He kneeled besides her and she immediately found herself supporting her weight on him.

––Erick–– She said panting. She was pretty sure these were her last moments on this planet, she had to say it, she had been keeping it for months now, always trying to keep it cool, trying not to let her true feelings show, living them in secret–– I love you. I'm so in love with you and I don't want, I can't, keep it anymore UGHNNNNNNN–– She grabbed his shirt and fisted it.

––Honey, Kar, tell me what's wrong baby ––He said, grabbing her tighter.

––I think I'm dying –– She simply said and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Erick grabbed her face and looked for her eyes ––WHAT? No, of course you are not dying. I'm taking you to the hospital. You are not dying on me, you hear me? –– He stood up and helped her up too.

When she was on her feet, the bulge against her vagina grew, and suddenly a gush of water came out of her. ––AGHHHHHHH–– She screamed ––. SOMETHING IS COMING OUT OF ME–– Karla's hand reached for the place between her legs, and she could feel something making it's way out.

Erick took her to the sofa quickly and got rid of her wet pants and panties. She threw her head back in pain. A slight coat of sweat covered her whole body, and her legs were covered in bodily fluids. He parted her legs to investigate, and she felt his hands roaming over her swollen lips.

––Kar?––He said confused, but a slight smile was forming in his lips. He couldn't be happy about her imminent death, could he? ––You are not dying honey ––He rubbed her stomach as he said it.

––Erick, an organ is coming out of me, tell me how I'm supposed to survive tHATTTTHHGHH–– Another cramp, they were coming right on top of the other now.

––That is definitely not an organ –– He said, touching her pussy again –– That's a baby. You are having our baby.

––WHAT? –– It was her time to scream in confusion. A BABY? She was pregnant? How did that happen? Of course she knew HOW it happened, but she couldn't know how she didn't realize it happened. She had had alcohol during the last months, plenty. And she wasn't careful as a pregnant woman should be. Was her baby going to be okay?

––We are having a baby honey, I need you to push okay? The head is almost crowning, but I need you to push so we can get it out –– He said, immediately grasping the concept of his parenthood. Karla on the other hand was still very much confused, but nevertheless, she bore down with the next contraction that hit her, more on instinct that on understanding of the situation, but it seemed that her body did understand what it had to do.

She felt the thing, the baby, stretching her entrance without mercy. The widest part of the head was now parting her slit, every inch of her skin being pulled tighter than she could ever imagine.

––I can't do this! –– Karla yelled ––I'm not prepared. I CAAAAN'T! Erick, I can't

––Push Kar, come on. PUSH! It's almost out, almost out

A big push that strained all her energy paired with an ear piercing scream later and the head emerged. The lips of her vagina felt the smallest amount of relief as they closed on the neck. Karla threw her head back.

––Good job Kar, the head's out. The hard part is over.

––Hardly think its OVER–– She said as the next pain surged and the shoulders slammed against her bruised skin. Throughout the next contraction she pushed, moving their kid little by little.

––WAIT!–– Erick said suddenly –– I forgot to check for the cord, don't push –– His hand travelled to the base of the baby's neck and he found the cord there. His fingers started working quickly in disentangling it. But the following contraction came harder than the previous ones. Involuntarily, Karla pushed, causing the child to move forward. Erick's hand quickly stopped the motion of the baby ––. I said don't push Karla ––. He said strongly ––. The cord is around the neck, and until it is not you are going to have to hold it.

She simply nodded, knowing he was right. His hands returned to working the cord and he looked lovingly at her ––I'm sorry babe, I know it hurts, but you need to hold it if we want the baby to be okay, okay?

––I know–– She whispered with a fresh round of tears. She did wanted that baby to be okay, even if she knew nothing about it. Karla knew she had to protect it and she also knew she would do whatever it took to do it.

After what felt like an eternity, blessed words finally left Erick's lips ––You can push now honey.

And she did. Karla gave that push all her might, and in that contraction she managed to let both shoulders free ––. OH MY GAAAWD –– She screamed as the rest of her baby was expelled from her body. Fluid flooded the couch beneath her.

Erick caught their baby in his arms and in between tears he said ––We have a baby girl Kar. In her exhaustion she managed to smile. Erick passed her their baby and stood up. He sat beside her in the couch and with one of his hands caressed her cheek ––. I was to damn scared to answer, but I love you too Kar. You know that, right?

––I do –– She whispered and he closed the distance between them, kissing the hell out of her.

The door of the dressing room opened up again with two angry bandmates ––Why the hell did you both leave the scenario like th... –– Greg's mouth hung open as he took in the scene in front of him. Erick and Kar hugging and crying, Karla sweating, her legs open and her lady parts exposed and a baby crying in her chest ––What the fuck?

––We have lots of updates for you guys, but lets just say Kar won't be the only female member of the band anymore –– Erick said smiling at her.

Greg and Tony stayed in front of them, immobile with surprise. Karla giggled at their faces.

––Now now –– Erick stood up and walked towards them ––Enough looking at my girl's vag. Give me and my family some time alone, okay? ––He rushed them to the door.

––Family? –– Tony asked, opening his eyes even more if it was possible –– The baby is yours?!?

––As I said, lots of updates.

I hope you enjoyed this. Something I wrote for fun :) Hope y'all have a nice day

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