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toomuchbirth · 17 days ago

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Just, absolutely stunning in every way. So many elements I absolutely adore. Shameful affair pregnancies are just so painfully good.

Folly of the Unfaithful

TW: Cheating

Vera's hands pressed into the walls of the hotel shower bracing against the force of Liam's thrusts. Her huge, taut belly swayed beneath her, flecking drops of water off with its movement. She shouldn't be doing this; she was sure she was close to popping and her husband could be in their hotel room waiting for her now.

But this felt so good, so right. The bursts of pleasure she felt relieved the pain in her hips and satiated the ache she had in her underbelly. The only issue was that the cock doing it to her was her husband's cousin's.

Liam gripped her throbbing belly tightly, forcing his way deeper into her. Guilt tightened her chest. She told him to stop doing that when she'd gotten pregnant. There was no way for her to tell safely or secretly if the baby within her was his or her husband's and yet that simple touch signaled to her that he was claiming it. Like he somehow knew it was him that made her belly swell. He wasn't though, he couldn't be.

Vera’s knees pinched together, her moans grew louder in the room ceramic tile. Liam thrusted into her deep, moving his grip toward her tightly filled breasts that were aching for release. Vera's mind began drowning in the sea of her own overtaxed senses. The buildup of pressure within her, pain and pleasure in every place possible, made her back dip. Her over taut belly clenched at the sides around her baby until her body shook with explosive tremors of pleasure, fluid flushed from both her tits and pussy dripped to the shower floor.

“God, your so -ugh- fucking messy,” Liam groaned as he slowly exited her throbbing sex.

Coming down from these moments was the worst in her state. With the pleasure gone, she was left in the shower panting, with a contracting belly hardened by the aftershocks of her orgasm and the regret of even putting herself in this position. They hurt so much more now, but she had confidence that her waters haven't broken. She, quickly as she could, righted herself.

Vera thoroughly cleaned herself out before quickly dressing in her clothes. Liam, leaning on the doorway to the bathroom, just watched as she struggled to clean out his cum while fighting contortion of her stomach with a slight sneer.

Not bothering to put on his own clothes, he led the heavily pregnant woman out of his hotel room.

“I'll see you at the reunion tomorrow,” Liam winked before closing the door to his room.

An elevator ride up and a long walk brought her to husband's room, which was thankfully empty.

Vera awkwardly dropped onto her bed, hand still steadfast on her belly. The baby was low, head down it seemed, from how solid it felt on her pelvis, waiting for its chance to come out and ruin her life with the possible truth. She shed her clothes and put on a gown and didn't bother with a set of underwear; it was too much work to bend and get them out of her luggage.

Marcus and Liam were both potentially the father of this big and active baby. And because of that truth, Vera did everything she could to hide it. Lying to Marcus about doctors appointments she never went to, forged ultrasound scans - the ones pinned to their fridge were pulled off the internet, lying about not caring about the gender, begging for a home birth just so she wouldn't get exposed by a doctor.

The lies brought her this far but it wouldn't solve the issue of the most damning physical evidence. Liam’s mother always bragged about her children's hair, saying ‘yup, all three of them came out with a head full of red hair, just like their dad!’ like it was a trophy when the topic of babies came up.

Vera was both thorough and planless. What WOULD she do if the baby came out with the prolific hair of Liam's family? She decided it was better not to think about it if she didn't want to go insane.

The door to the hotel swung open and her husband tiredly sauntered in with the slight scent of cigar smoke wafting over her. His eyes wandered over her body, drinking in every curve formed by her advanced pregnancy. Vera could feel the lust radiating from his vision.

Yet, he made no approach.

Marcus dropped on the bed next to her, exhausted from socializing and catching up with family. Vera wasn't keen on doing another round of sex but she wished he fed the look in his eyes just this once.

But his reluctance, and constant absence for work, was why Liam existed in the first place.

When the two went to sleep, exhausted from their activities, a trickle of fluid moistened Vera's thighs.

The family lake house was extravagant and homely. Hours away from civilization, it maintained a natural beauty from its log made frame; only touched by the sun, wildlife, and the few human owners of the land. It was the perfect place for a family reunion.

It was the worst place to realize you're in labor.

Vera was hunched over the sink, hands gripping the marble like she intended to break it. Her dark brown curls, just starting to become slick with sweat, clung to her neck.

“Oh god, oh my god, please not now, it's too soon,” Her hand pressed firmly on the base of her over taut belly beneath her maternity sweater.

She reached beyond the tight waistband of her jeans, into her panties to pull out the pad she put in this morning. It was soaked through to the point that the slightest touch made it squelch.

“Damn it… I shouldn't have fucked him,” Vera pulled another pad out of her purse.

It was clear from the moment she woke up in the middle of the night with moist thighs that Liam had managed to at least slightly rupture her waters last night, but she didn't take it as seriously as she should have. Vera quickly replaced the pad when the contraction subsided and wiped away the traces of sweat on her exposed skin.

She needed to control herself, at least until the end of the night. Then at least she wouldn’t be exposed to everyone in the family. As long it wasn't here, surrounded by people who would know Liam and his family of redheads.

Waddle more pronounced than before, Vera left the cabin bathroom and reentered the busy and bustling main area of Marcus' family.

Not even one step out and Marcus was by her side.

“Hun, are you sure you're ok? You looked like you were in pain?” Marcus asked while looking nervously at her bump.

“I'm fine, just had a swift kick to the bladder,” Vera smiled sheepishly at her husband.

He studied her for a second then nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Vera nodded with the fake smile and watched her husband go back into the fray of some game him and his cousins were playing.

Vera mingled with the family as they drifted to her side of the lodge, dodging questions about the discomfort on her face, straightening her back through contractions. The head of her baby lodged further in her pelvis and each second felt like she was further sitting on a rounded stone. The longer time passed, the more frequently she subconsciously shifted her hips with the pressure.

Then came an urge that creeped upon her silently and coaxed her easily. As she sat in conversation with a few cousins, she leant to one side and she pushed slightly- just enough to wear her cervix could spread around her baby. It was so relieving, so right, but that rightness was what snapped to her reality.

Ohhhhh, shiiiit! She thought, immediately ceasing the relieving action. It left her in a worse state than before, belly twisted in a brutal contraction and the head of her baby spreading open her cervix. She quickly excused herself from the conversation to go to the bathroom and struggled to heave herself up with her spasming back.

Her waddle was wider, small streams of fluid trickled down her thighs. As soon as she reached the bathroom she saw an older man shuffle into the bathroom. She cursed under her breath, the only other bathroom was on the next floor. She rushed toward and up the steps, the speed of her waddle forcing her baby lower. By the time she reached the top of stairs the skin of her crotch was pressing up against her pants.

“No! fuck no!” Vera gripped the underside of her bump as if that would make the baby recede. With one hand on the wall, she limped toward the bathroom.

“Vera? Are you alright?”

Vera turned to see her husband and his concerned stare drinking in her disheveled form.

“Is there something wrong with the baby or-”

“I'm good, Marcus, just - just lightning crotch and my fucking bladder,” Vera said with a trembling voice.

“It doesn't seem that way-”

“I promise, I'm fine!”

Vera's body betrayed her out of spite. Her stomach twisted into a coil of muscle, the lips of her pussy bulged against the seam of her pants and her soaked through pad. Eyes wide, she sputtered into a restrained howl.

“Hoooho-ohoh- No, no- AH FUCK!” She sank into a slight squat against her will, the crotch of her jeans bowled outward around the head giving it nowhere to go. Marcus rushed took Her arm in his hands, keeping her standing.

“B-babe, what's wrong!?” He looked down to see what she had felt already. “Oh shit!”

Vera failed. She couldn't disobey the demands of her body any longer, it didn't care who the father was or how embarrassing it would be.

“i-im sorry, I didn't know, I didn't know! I'm sorry Marcu- ouuuugggggghh,” Vera was sobbing, digging her nails into Marcus’ shoulders.

A train of footsteps ran up the stairs. Several members of the family. Marcus’ mother, Ruth, a few distant family members and behind the crowd, Liam. He caught her gaze with a slightly mischievous smile. Somehow, Vera felt that he was getting off to this image.

“Stop gawking and call a damn ambulance,” Ruth shouted at Liam and the other family members, who quickly ran back down the stairs. She rushed to her side. “Keep your breaths low and even, dear.”

Vera bore down with an unrestrained sob as Marcus’ and his mother stripped her down. They were going to see it, they were going to see red hair, she was going to be exposed. She squeezed her eyes shut, she didn't want to see their faces judge and sentence her when she dropped Liam's baby. Each inch that slipped off was another centimeter she bore down and another cry of despair. Until finally her panties came down to her mid thigh and fluid erupted out of her with the head. Then the shoulders. A huge flood of fluid hit her thighs. Then she felt emptiness.

Then loud congratulations.

“C'mon hold your son now, girl,” Ruth said.

Vera opened her eyes to see a baby with barely even a few strands of darkly colored hair. It wasn't red. A weight dropped off of her shoulders. She was safe. Her marriage was safe. Tears flowed from her eyes just from the pure release of the burden.

“He’s Beautiful, babe,” Marcus murmured into her ear.

Marcus and Ruth led her to an empty guest room to properly care for her and the baby until the ambulance arrived.

As the afterbirth contractions rolled through her, no more than a few minutes later, Vera felt something collide with her cervix. The contraction accompanying it started slow, then it became harsher and more painful. A second burst of water shoots from her puffed out opening.

“I-is that supposed to happen with a placenta?” Vera asked shakily.

Marcus’ mother didn't answer, just quickly put two fingers into her vagina. She smiled. “Well, no, but it seems like you've been holding a second grand baby for me, dear.”

Marcus’ face widened into an oddly shocked and joyous expression. “Holy shit, Vera, no wonder you were so big.”

“A twin, oh God a twin,” knowing it was his, Vera felt so much lighter, stronger. The unexpected twin didn't phase her in the least.

Vera, already having gone through the useless ordeal of fighting against labor, found pushing so much easier. The baby descended into her canal. Marcus was by her side giving her words of encouragement and warmth that she wasn't often used to with him always away at work. This was how it was supposed to be. Vera in that moment swore she'd never see Liam again. She'd cut it off for good and be done with the guilt.

Vera's stomach constricted in what could be the final contraction. She curled forward on her abdomen, face scrunched with effort. The beginning of the burn encompassed the lips of her crotch.

“That's good, dear, the baby is starting to…crown…,” Her voice trailed off.

Vera continued to bear down. Her belly compressed on both sides and low, driving down the twin she didn't expect. The burn increased to its peak.

Vera felt the grip of Marcus hand loosen in her own grasp. Marcus’ face drained of color looking between her legs. His mother's lips were drawn into a straight line. Vera’s back continued to arch in a struggle to bring out the huge head until finally… she felt her body expel the head with a flush of fluid.

There was no congratulations this time.

Marcus ripped his hand away from her and stumbled backward from the bed.

“Marcus? What's wrong? Is something wrong with the baby!?” Vera asked, panicked.

Marcus didn't answer her, he just stared between her legs with a look of disbelief that was quickly becoming rage.

Still, ignorantly confused, Vera forced herself up on her elbows and looked at her bulged out vagina.

Vera's expression immediately betrayed the truth to her husband just as much as the condemning evidence that just finished burning her; a head full of fiery red hair.

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toomuchbirth · 18 days ago

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Birth Quickie 7: Car

(Content Warning: Gaslighting, Lying, unwanted baby)

I was so lucky.

I looked at my best friend as he watched me closely, his leg bouncing, anxious. I saw the phone in his hand, and it felt so ominous. I knew what was on the screen. The timer.

The one counting down to the inevitable. I was so scared, so overwhelmed, but I also was ready to be done. One little one night stand. I could swear he had used a condom, I still didn't know how this could have happened. I hadn't wanted… this. Wanted a baby from some complete stranger swelling my belly, changing my life.

I never got used to the stares. People trying to figure out if I was really pregnant. Then realizing I was and just not looking away. Eyes roaming me. I felt so exposed, like I was naked all the time. My sexuality on display for everyone to enjoy, even if I didn't want it to be. A neon sign hanging heavily off my belly that said “will put out if drunk enough!”

But my friend was there for me through it all. He was so sweet and kind. Waiting on my hand and foot. Getting me my craving foods, holding me when I had a panic attack or broke down. I don't know what I would have done without him, his love and support. He was never even weird about it, only briefly touching my belly when I told him to, to feel a kick or just how firm it was.

“Mmm… I think it's another one…” I said, wincing. It was getting stronger. I knew they were getting closer. But I couldn't bear the countdown. I trusted my friend to tell me when it was time to go. We agreed we’d wait until contractions were down to seven or so minutes apart. Last time I’d checked I was down to fifteen, but I knew I’d progressed since then.

I breathed. In through my nose, out through my mouth. It was starting to feel really intense. The pressure inside spiking as-

“Oh!” I felt a deep internal pop, something letting loose. I felt fluid running out of me. Before I knew it I was sitting in a puddle of my waters, the contractions ending.

Carefully, I stood up. “Do we, uhm… have time for me to take a shower?” My bestie looked at his phone. He was quiet a moment, considering, a few different expressions crossing his face. The. “Yea! Yea, that should be ok. Plenty of time. I'll sit right by the door to keep timing contractions.”

The warm water felt so nice on my straining body. I could feel the tension easing a bit. It was so nice to just brace myself against the wall, letting the weight of my belly hang down… breathing steadily, meditatively…

My focus was broken by a spike of pressure, a cramp strong enough that I gasped, gritted my teeth. I held my belly and it was rock hard, squeezing down so much. I could feel the stranger’s baby inside me, the cushioning of the fluid gone, its body pressing against me inside.

“I heard!” My friend called from outside the door. I rocked my hips back and forth, holding my bump, trying to make myself stay calm. It didn't matter how I felt about it, panicking wasn’t going to help anybody.

Finally, it released. I blinked back tears and asked “How close?” A beat of quiet, then “You still have plenty of time!”

I nodded, relieved. The water just felt so good. Even when the cramps came, squeezing so harshly, the pressure getting worse and worse down low, making me groan and pant, the heat drumming over me made it easier to bear.

I lost track of time. Riding through each interaction, knowing how close I was to finally getting this baby out of my body, to starting to get my life back, it helped take the edge off how much this hurt, how scared I was of giving birth. I was so looking forward to the epidural numbing me to the worst of it, if this is how bad it was getting before our cutoff point.

Every time, I checked in with my friend. Each time, he said we had plenty of time, that the contractions were plenty far apart, that I shouldn't rush, let my body take its time. His voice was strained, but I couldn't blame him. He was hearing his close friend panting and grunting and moaning her way into deeper and deeper labor with a baby he knew I didn't want. Of course he was anxious and worried.

I finally climbed out of the shower, only for another powerful cramp to drive the head against my cervix, hard. I groaned, whimpered at the sheer force of the sensation. “How close was that one?!” I asked, blinking back tears. It had to be almost time to go. It HAD to, everything felt so low, so intense.

“It’s still building up! I know it's a lot, but you have to stay calm. Going into labor takes time. I shook my head. “No way… how long was I in the shower for?! If felt like they were getting so close in there…” again, quiet for a moment, then “Oh, a while. I can't remember exactly when you went in, but it's been, like, an hour. At least.”

That felt off… I felt like I’d gone about as fast as I could between contractions… but I guess I was wrong? It was so hard to remember now, everything just felt like-

“NGH! Ah, a-another… Hooo, it's bad it’s bad, so much pressure, I feel so open… Hard to… talk… Wait, I… could swear the last one…” my friend opened the door. Stroked my back gently, tenderly, and my body responded, leaning into him. So many frantic thoughts melted away. “It’s ok…” he said, voice low, gentle, reassuring. “It's so easy to lose track and panic of how far apart contractions are. Just breathe. You’ve got me here for a reason, right? You’re gonna be ok. We’ll make sure you get to the hospital in time.”

I nodded. Breathed, as the contractions faded. My friend kept rubbing my back, and I guess I say there longer than I thought, because before I knew it my belly was getting hard, firm, and I was groaning out “they feel so close now! They feel so close, oh god it hurts so bad!”

The poor guy was breathing really heavy. It must have been so hard to see me in this sorry state. I appreciated his bravery, how calm and collected he was.

“Ok… tell you what. It's still a little early. But we can go to the hospital now, just to be safe. You get dressed, I’ll get the bag we packed, ok?” I nodded, as the contraction ended. “O-ok… thank you… for being here with me.” My friend nodded at me, smiling warmly, then left the bathroom.

Getting dressed was easier said than done. I must have been moving really slowly, because it felt like the contractions were getting unbearably close. I pulled on my panties, contraction. I pulled up my clean sweats, contraction. I pulled a shirt over my body, contraction. Each feeling stronger than the last, each leaving me feeling more vulnerable, more overwhelmed, more desperate to have this done. It felt like the baby could just fall out of me now, though I knew it wouldn't be so easy.

But each time, a chipper voice, along with fabric rustling, came from outside “no worries yet! Contractions are holding pretty steady!” It didn’t FEEL steady, it felt like this little accident could come any second. But I trusted him. I had to.

I waddled out of the bathroom, leaning on a wall. I could barely close my legs, my body was begging for me to be open, to settle in and let this bastard come, but I knew I probably had hours to go still. My friend was digging through the closet. “I’m having a hard time finding it. Just go wait in the car, I’ll be out in a sec!”

Slowly, gingerly, I made my way to the door. I had to stop once on the way there, feeling the pressure throb down, the pain driving the breath out of me. “Fuck fuck… is it supposed to hurt this much this early?! It's just so… so intense…” I vaugely heard “It can be, yea! Trust me, you’ll know when it's serious!”

Blinking back tears, I muttered, “it feels serious now… I don't know what more serious would feel like…” but the contraction ended. I got out the door, and before I could get into the passenger seat, I braced myself against the car, whimpering through another cramp. They had to be seven minutes now, right?! They had to be… this couldn't possibly be too early, am I moving that slow?

I climbed into the car, holding my belly. My leg kept bouncing, I was full of nervous energy, the pressure was echoing out through my arms, my legs. Every inch of me centered on this baby I never meant to have. I hadn't ever felt more pregnant, more burdened and helpless.

The labor pains didn't stop. Each time, I felt the head more solidly in my cervix. I tried to time them myself, but my count was all wrong. The numbers got all jumbled as the cramp came over me, and by the time I finished groaning and panting through it, I couldn't remember where I’d ended at. But I don't think I’d gotten much further than a count of one hundred between them. That had to be wrong though. That's so close, too close, like about to start actively having this baby any second now close.

Another. And release. “Where is he… how hard is it to find this bag?!” I growled, breathing heavily, sweat soaking into my clothes. I just felt so warm, so overwhelmed. “I can't do this… it feels like my butt is about to split open… it's just too much! NGGGHHH!!!”

Again. Squeezing down mercilessly. I hadn't even hit one hundred that time, I think? Maybe? Pressure was echoing all through my lower half, I could barely think…

The car door opened. The bag got tossed in the back, and my friend got into the driver's seat. “How’s it coming? You ok?” He asked, and he was blushing, smiling at me, breathing hard. He must have been going so fast.

“C-contractions… lotta contractions…” I managed to force out. My eyes didn't want to focus, and his voice sounded strange, far away. My body was all focusing in. It didn't want to have to deal with anything else unless I forced it to. Unfortunately for it, I needed to force it to.

“How many?” He asked, voice trembling. Fuck. I hadn't been counting. “uhm… like… s-seven? Or six? Something… it's so hard to remember now. It's just… mngh… whatever number… here is… another!”

My roommate watched me. “How bad is it?” He asked, and I managed to grunt “I can't do it! I can’t have this baby it's too big, too much! So much pressure! In my back, my… my everything! Just pressure!” He bit his lip. “Very bad then… very bad… poor thing…”

As the contractions ended, I looked up at him. “H-how… close… are they? S-seven minutes? Yet?” I panted, struggling to do anything but gulp in air. He nodded slowly. “Yea. You still have hours to go, so don't worry. Just… keep me updated on how everything feels, ok? No matter how big or small.”

I nodded. I was so glad he was here. It was such a relief. “It’s… pressing… I feel so open now. All the way open, I don't… know how much more the baby needs…” The cat started, and we pulled out of the driveway. “It needs so much.” He said, and his words were husky, intense. “So much from you. It needs you to be so brave and strong for it. You're doing so good.”

The words hurt and helped all at once. The movement of the car impacting my body. I felt it ramping up. “Another… another coming!” “Good… good, just like that… sooo close now… so close…” his voice had a tone to it… low… needy… but I didn't have time to think about it. My leg bounced hard, as I tried to breathe, wet whimpers escaping from me. “Nghhh… the pressure… it's… different… scary… wanna… I don't know…” I grunted, a harsh, gutteral sound.

My whole body felt so tense. It knew something important was happening. Wanted me to give into something… my friend all but moaned “Your body knows what it needs… listen to it. Don't fight it, this is natural.”

I did as he said the moment he said it. I hadn't realized I was tensing up, fighting what my body needed. The sensation clarified into a low, low pressure inside, throbbing through me. It needed out. Like I needed to use the bathroom or something. At this point, if I had an accident, I had an accident. I gave in utterly. Letting my muscles give into the pressure. Urging it down.

My eyes went wide. It was moving. “Moving! Down! Birth canal!” I managed, before my body gave over completely to an uncontrolled push. “Ngh yesss… good good… push, push for me… good, just like that… let his bastard come out of you… don't fight it…”

I didn't. I couldn't. It hurt so badly, but I let it come. “Thought I had… time!” I forced between my teeth as I bore down. “How is it… coming so fast?” I tried to say more, but I couldn't. A head was filling me up. His baby was really coming, I couldn't stop pushing even though I desperately wanted to.

The contraction ebbed away, and I fell back, panting. “It's so hard… I can't do this, I can't have some strangers baby… how far away is the hospital? I don't want to feel this thing come out of me!” My friend shook his head. “Far. And there might be traffic.

We hit a red light, and he looked at me. His eyes trailing over me. “You’re really having it… right now… it's coming here in the car… you look so amazing…” I felt frustration rising. “Thanks, I guess? Look at the road, not me! I don't want to do this here in the passenger seat, I… urgh… N-need to… get to… the hospital! Oh GOOODDD!!! My leg began to bounce rapidly again as I gripped the sides of the seat. I told myself not to push, told myself not to give in, but it was useless. I needed to. I couldn't stop myself, I bore down with absolutely everything I had.

My body rewarded me, after a few moments, with the feeling of my crotch starting to bulge. There was a horrific pressure just behind my lips. “Can’t… stop it… don't wanna… have it here… need to get epidural… how f-far?” I panted, as the contractions ended. It ached so badly down there. I had never felt more full in my life, vividly aware of how low the baby was, on the cusp of starting to come out of me.

God. I was having a baby. I was giving birth. This was really happening, right here and now. I could feel a baby inside my vagina, opening my body, coming out. My body was just forcing me to do this thing that seemed so impossible, but that so many other women through history had done.

The enormity of it, the inevitability, crashed into me, made me start crying. This was really happening. It didn't matter how I felt about it, if I wanted it. I could feel that I was going to push on the next contraction. I could feel that this baby coming was inevitable, and getting closer by the second, as it had been doing since that one night stand gone wrong. As it had been doing since I’d been born. Everything I’d ever done leading me to this moment. Here. Now.

My friend was looking at me again. Eyes wide, almost like he could see my thoughts, awestruck by the state I was in, how powerful yet violating what was happening to me was. “You’re so amazing…” he all but whispered. “How far down is it?”

Swallowing, tears running down my face, I managed “I can… feel it bulging… I think it's gonna come out really soon…” and he bit his lip. “It feels so intense, doesn't it? Hurting so bad?” I nodded, panting, and as I did, I saw the rest of his body. I could see the erection tenting his pants. But that… he didn't….

He started driving again, constantly glancing at me. “You don't want it to come here, huh? Natural. Desperate. Out of control and overwhelming… gods. Give a biiig push next one… Don't hold back… let it come out, no matter how bad you don't want it to…”

I could already feel the tension building. “No-no, I… the hospital-” “We’re not making it to the hospital.” He said, as he kept going. “It's too low, we have too far. It's coming. We’re gonna do this, just you and me.”

Shaking my head, I pleaded “You have to go faster, have to NGGGHHH!!!” Another agonized grunt exploded from me, the contraction so painful. I couldn't fight it. I pushed with all my might, giving in completely.

I could feel it. I could feel myself crowning. It burned so bad, the head opening me so wide. I could feel my panties pressing back against it. I knew my sweatpants were bulging, and my friend looked down at me. The man I trusted with everything, trusted to help me have this baby, let out a moan. “Fffuckkk I see it… I see it crowning… your panties are stretching around it… It was so worth it, you’re so beautiful right now… his baby is coming, push for me babe, push push push…”

The words drove into me and I obeyed, even as I sobbed a guttural “NNNOOO!!!” It just kept coming. My lips were pulled wider around it as the guy I trusted panted “yes… yes… big push…” while staring at me, only glancing at the road. I stopped, contraction ended, exhausted.

It was so hard… so unfair… I shouldn't have to do this, I’m meant to be numb and drugged up and doing this while barely aware of it. Not here, feeling every tiny bit of it, desperate and scared…

He reached over. Cupped my crotch, another sound of barely suppressed sexuality escaping him. “Ohhh I feel the head… it's almost here… you’re such a good mommy, letting your baby come… it was so worth it, its even better than I hoped…”

“What… was worth it…” I asked, barely able to think about anything but the burning between my legs, the pressure inside me. “Lying about your labor.” He answered, smiling. “You were ready to go when your waters broke… before, even… but you never questioned it… let me convince you, even as contractions were five minutes apart, then less, less…

“I lied about the bag too, I knew where it was already. I wanted this, exactly this to happen. I was so excited when I got back. They were two to one minute apart then. I knew we were never making it… knew you were gonna open your legs for me and push your little bastard out of you, just like this… unmedicated, unassisted, natural and perfect and completely out of your control, just how it should be…”

I was horrified. Disgusted. I hadn't known. I didn't even know this kind of stuff turned him on! “You’re… you’re a… MNPH!!!” He smiled, rubbed my belly. “It doesn't matter what I am… because you’re a mommy. And you’re having your baby. You can't stop it… push for me. Push it out, let it come… birth it right into your panties…”

The head strained against the fabric. I tried not to push, but it was useless. He was right. I couldn't make it stop. I have to read the jerk who knocked me up, had to give my former friend everything he wanted. I had to give birth right now, as he watched and indulged. I even saw his hand slip under his pants, he was touching himself to this.

Meanwhile, under my pants, things were progressing. The head slipped fully out of me, I could feel my underwear pull itself down my hips, the force of the baby too strong to be stopped or denied. I wasn't done yet, though.

I thought the contractions would end after the fluids had burst out of me, soaking everything between my legs and the car seat. But no. The baby rotated inside me as I continued to push, wailing in reluctant agony, completely prepared for how much this would hurt. The shoulders bulged forward, a bit at a time, held in place by my panties and sweatpants…

Then I got lucky. The wetness inside and my bearing down made the head shift to the side. One shoulder popped free, then the other. The whole thing slid into the leg of my shorts, a noticeable wet bulge in the fabric that immediately began to move, as I sagged back, exhausted, ashamed, feeling used.

I didn't pick it up. I couldn't bring myself to, even as my chest aches and began to leak while the baby cried, still attached to me through the cord.

The man I trusted with this terrifying process grunted, leaned over the wheel, clearly orgasming even as he kept driving. I finally looked around, realizing we’d be at the hospital soon. If he’d driven faster, or we’d left sooner…

But we didn’t. This was his plan. Had probably been since I told him I was pregnant. I couldn't stop it. From the moment I agreed to sleep with that stranger, this was going to be how it ended up.

Fate wouldn't be denied…

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