Literally The Most Basic Hand Drawn Sketch Of A Swollen Belly Is Hotter Than 100 AI Renderings.

You love being a nun. You honor your vows of chastity so much you don’t even touch yourself. You hide your body under long robes and do penance every time your mind strays. 

You have dreams of shadowy caresses that leave you sticky and sweating, and you have to spend long hours in chapel to atone. You take to wearing a heavy chain around your waist and between your legs. 

Your belly starts swelling, and you will yourself not to notice. You pretend it isn’t happening for months. Your hips and back ache with the weight you refuse to acknowledge. Your breasts are full and tender. Your nipples rub against the rough fabric of your robes and it lights you on fire. 

You lay awake at night and feel the thing inside you moving. It kicks so hard your robes ripple. You cradle your belly and pray to God for answers. You pray for it to go away.

Eventually the shapeless black of your robes can’t save you anymore. The mother superior chastises you for being a whore. She places an iron collar around your throat to remind you of your sins. She tells you to do penance where everyone can see your punishment.

You weep and swear your virginity. You beg for help. She is unmoved. She tells you to swear on the Virgin Mother and maybe your innocence will be proved, but more likely you will be punished for claiming her holiness.

You kneel at a pew to do as you are told. Your knees are bare on the cold floor. Your hips burn as they spread under the weight of your bastard. Your belly hangs with nothing to support it. Pain rips through you as your womb tightens. She tells you that is punishment for your sins.

You pray through a haze of days. Your belly grows, and sags, and writhes. You spread your knees and rock your hips and sob. Your breasts are so tight they throb. Your robe strains against your girth. You keep your hands on the pew.

Water trickles down your legs. Your womb is nothing but agony, squeezing down on the monster inside you. It rips you open. Your bones creak. Instinct tells you to reach between your legs and ease its way. The mother superior seizes your wrists and binds them to the pew.

You scream and scream. You are a warning to the other harlots in the convent. Your whelp spreads you open. You push and strain, but there’s no one to help you or soothe you. You scream for God’s help and hear no answer. 

There is a night, and a day, and its head slips out in a gush of fluids that puddle around your knees. You sag with exhaustion, unable to keep going, pain leaving you incoherent.

Gravity does its job eventually. Inch by agonizing inch, your massive offspring squeezes out of you, changing your body forever. When you push a demon into the church, everyone will know you for the devil's bride.

How many babies in Mama's womb? 😳

Not gonna lie, getting an ultrasound and the tech gets more and more confused for any reason is *peak*

Getting an ultrasound and the tech getting more and more confused because it doesn't make sense because that's not a baby in there that's an egg. That's multiple eggs, clustering in your belly, their shells showing on the scan, and he doesn't know what to say or do because it's not possible especially with your normal husband smiling widely at the screen and how does he explain that what you're seeing is not normal? At all?

And afterwards you laugh and hold the picture tight as your husband loosens his human disguise and kisses you with sharp teeth and a tongue that can slide all the way down your throat --

Deleted the ask by accident but someone requested a gamer girl trying to hold off labor till she finishes her match

Get It Out

(Contains: major discomfort, overdue, big baby, supportive but horny husband)

I'm in my final days of growing the life you put in me 43 weeks ago. By now, there was no such thing as comfort. Everything hurt. My hips, my belly, my back, all of it. Each day I'm praying to god for consistent labor pains to take hold but they always taper off into nothing, and I'd cry every time I felt the contractions slipping away. The thought of being pregnant for one more day was pure torture. I couldn't take the constant pain and the pressure...

Oh the pressure. It drove me insane every day. The babe and my waters so deep that everything felt like it was in my ass, like I was a clogged pipe ready to burst from the pressure of the water flowing behind the big obstruction.

And I was so beyond pregnant that going out in public wasn't an option anymore what with the stares and whispers from strangers that you hated because you knew how self conscious I was about the size of my belly. Last time we went out was a week ago and I felt like an exotic animal on display. Many asked when our twins were due and their eyes went wide when we told them it was a single baby. You batted away weirdos who asked to feel my bulging stomach and caught one taking a video of me with his phone. You screamed and scared him into deleting the video before smashing his phone on the ground.

By now, I'm certain that if we went outside people would call an ambulance without even asking if I was in labor. On our last outing, we were asked multiple times if we needed a ride to the hospital, which I declined with growing annoyance each time. I just couldn't do it anymore. And even if I wanted to, the pelvic pain was too much for me to walk more than fifteen feet.

In fact, there were many things that your cumbersome load made severely uncomfortable. I couldn't sit, couldn't stand, couldn't lay down, couldn't do anything with the head of your fat baby nested deep down on my screaming cervix. It was so low, I'd reach down every now and again expecting to feel the bulge of the head as it sat there and felt nothing but my sensitive pussy. One time, I asked for your help to get out the tub and gasped shakily as I felt the head fall with gravity and the pressure went from 0 to 10 as the water was no longer keeping the full weight of the child off my hips. I screamed that it was coming out and when you reached down in panic, you didn't feel anything at all even though I felt like the head was close to dangling between my legs.

My waters were the verge of bursting. The leakage started a week ago. What was once tiny droplets here and there evolved into small trickles that filled pads and wet my pants. Your cock would weep at the sight of those dark blotches on the sweatpants I'd stolen from you, as mine were now too small and uncomfortable to wear. I had a towel with me and set it down wherever I decided to settle in order to soak up any fluid that spilled from my opening. My sack was fighting –and losing– tooth and nail to hold together.

You wanted to see just how big I could get knowing this is the largest I'll ever be with a single babe, so sex was limited to me jerking and sucking you off so I wouldn't pop on your huge dick. I'd reached a rare stage of post-term pregnancy, and you devoured every second of it. Seeing the way you burdened me to the point of constant pain and discomfort turned you on. You'd develop a tent in your pants every time I'd cry and shout when lightning bolts of pain shot from my weakening cervix through the rest of my belly. Sometimes it would be followed by a contraction that made the mound go square. They were the worst and increased in frequency day after day. I'd stop whatever I was doing, clutch my belly, and breathe deep. There were times when the pain would peak and it was so intense that I couldn't help but grunt and holler. If anyone else heard me they'd probably think I was laboring hard. You'd jerk yourself off while I waited for the pain to pass with wet, exhausted eyes begging you to DO something.

Today, you could tell it was time. While I wasn't in full blown labor, I was past my limit and far too pregnant to move at all. It felt as if my pelvis would snap in half if I did. The head was so low and pressing so hard on my cervix that I'd feel a spontaneous urge to push with the Braxton Hicks that took hold. I knew I shouldn't push outside of labor but it felt so good when I did. Too good. Those tiny pushes were the only source of relief I could currently find, as you rubbing my back and belly did nothing to ease the pains now.

I'd only slept for a few hours in the past three days and couldn't keep anything down besides water and juice. Any food I ate came back up when a contraction hit. I looked like a zombie and you knew I needed to drop soon or I wouldn't have the strength to push the baby out. Letting me go any further felt cruel even though you were confident that I'd have the baby on my own if not tonight then definitely in the morning. Then again, you thought the same every day since I hit 41 weeks. Every day you'd see my plight and think 'this is it' but labor never came.

And here I was in our bed with a big absorbent mat under my ass that was slightly damp with the waters that were fit to gush out of me at any given moment. I sobbed hard as I had been struggling so bad with the baby since this morning. I only wore one of your giant t-shirts. My pussy was fully exposed as I pulled my leg up with a hand behind my knee.

This had to be the hardest you'd ever been. You made contact with my exhausted, pained eyes as I sobbed, unable to go any further. I didn't need to beg for you to know exactly what I was asking you to do but I did anyway.

"Get it out." My voice shook and cracked as you walked slowly to my side of the bed, taking in the sight of me, thinking about how this was the most beautiful you'd seen me since our wedding day.

"I need it out. Please." I cried as you dropped your pants and crawled over to me. Your cock was heavy and hot as you watched a small gush of fluid escape my opening. While it wasn't extremely obvious, you noticed the way my pussy bulged out around what you assumed was the head. Anybody else probably wouldn't notice, but you'd seen me enough times to know it looked a bit bigger than usual.

Yeah. It's time. You thought as you lined yourself up with my opening. I didn't want this. I was in enough pain without you rocking my body and slamming into my hips, but I needed it. I needed you inside me now more than ever before and you were beyond happy to help. And I needed to feel something other than the struggle your baby was putting me through. I was so lost in my own despair that I didn't realise you were on top of me until you began to kiss and suck my neck.

"Oh, baby boy," you whispered in that heavy southern drawl that made me weak in the knees and was part of the reason why I was so painfully knocked up, "You wanna give birth for me?"

A large, warm thumb pressed against my enlarged, swollen clit and rubbed in slow circles. I gasped loud as a shockwave of pleasure ran through my entire body while you continued to whisper in my ear between kisses. "You gonna push for me, papa?"

Your cock was now putting pressure against my opening and you could see how hungry I was for it. Even though I was positive I'd pop with clit stimulation alone, I craved the feeling of you filling my hole and stretching me with your girth. You chuckled as I tried to shift myself down but the baby was too fat and low for me to do much. You pushed inside my opening that was slick with birth fluids and my own arousal. To your surprise, I reached behind your neck and yanked you down for the most passionate kiss we'd had since the baby was made.

A contraction was what broke it. I threw my head back on my pillow and moaned as you breathed away the urge to pound me fast and hard as my pussy clenched tight around your thick cock. You started with slow thrusts and grunted with each one as you got a rhythm going. Your thumb pressed harder on my clit and I stared at you with more love and admiration than you'd ever seen before. You smiled and leaned in for one more kiss before sitting up again.

"Let's get that baby out."

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Big Boss

((Contains: Gender neutral carrier, labor inducing sex, public birth, slight humiliation and clothing birth))

I ignored the dull throbbing in my back and abdomen as my boss drilled into me, cock wide and heavy. My belly that usually swing with his violent thrusts was now still and solid as he slammed into my baby-cradling hips. I smelled the celebratory alcohol that was heavy on his breath while he leaned in and began to pump in and out of my bruised hole at a breakneck pace.

At this point in my overdue pregnancy, I could barely keep up. I breathed deeply to cope with the pelvic pain that multiplied when he invaded my pussy. I was so late and begged to be induced over a week ago but he denied my desire for birth and my time off request when I began to feel like I could lay down and push at any moment. I followed his every command despite my desperation, and he relished the control he had over me in my most vulnerable moments.

It was made abundantly clear that I'd give in to everything he wanted or else there would he consequences. Not physical, but financial.

Things hadn't always been this way. My boss was a humble and kind man when the company first started. The team was close knit and felt more like a family than anything I'd experienced at other jobs. It was a delight to work here until we went viral and blew up overnight. The public excitement for our projects meant money. More than any of us had ever seen in our lives. Soon enough, my boss was worth billions and the wealth spread to the rest of the team.

We'd been so happy but the more we grew, the more changes I saw in my boss. I knew he always had a crush on me, one I did not return in the slightest but we remained good friends even outside of work. He made his advances more obvious and frequent. I began to grow concerned, as there was no HR department for me to report to if anything happened. He was HR.

The day came where I was called into his office while preparing to head home and the way he looked at me as soon as I entered told me everything I needed to know. It was like a large, starving dog staring down a cut of fresh beef. I dreaded what was to come but was more surprised when he spoke.

"You know, I really appreciate the work you do around here. This company owes you a lot."

"Thank you, sir." I said while trying to hide the quiver in my voice.

"I think you could be so much more. And work is getting a bit hectic up here at the top. Would you be interested in a... promotion of sorts? CFO, perhaps?"

CFO? That can't be... It would triple my net worth and it would only grow from there. I'd be set for life after working a single year but as excited as the proposal made me, I was skeptical at the same time. There had to be a catch. There were other men here who were far more qualified than I was to be his second in command.

"That would be lovely but... what would the requirements be?"

He dropped his head and chuckled before looking back up at me with those piercing eyes. "Remember that talk we had a while back at the New Year's party?"

I narrowed my eyes, genuinely stumped as to what he was referencing.

Then it hit me.

Instead of telling the truth, I continued to play dumb. I truly prayed this wasn't going where I thought he was taking it. "I'm afraid I don't."

He must've caught my bluff because he stood from his desk and walked up to me with languid steps. "C'mon. You really don't remember? That thing about me wanting to be a dad and the babies?"

My heart was in my ears. This couldn't be happening.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember much from that night and we were drunk and–" I went silent when he held up large hand, looking annoyed.

"You remember." He was telling me. And I did but I wish I hadn't.

"Is there a reason why you're bringing this up."

"You're really gonna make me say it?"

"Say what?"

"I want you to give me a baby. No. Correction. You're going to give me a baby."

I was feeling too many things at once. Frustration, fear, arousal, anger. The latter bubbled over everything and I began to snap at him for using my drunken confession of my fetish against me in such a way. "With all due respect, I'm not some incubator or a dog to be bred."

"Was I asking you?"

I closed my mouth. He's not going to say it. He won't.

"If you want to continue working at this company, you're leaving this room pregnant tonight."

And just like that, I felt the walls close in around me. Sure, I had a desire to be pregnant. The idea of being stuffed with another man's seed was riveting but I'd hoped that man would be someone I chose. Someone I loved and agreed to settle with. Not my boss who was currently dangling my future over my head.

Then the arousal took hold. My boss was a big man. Much larger than me at 6'3 and 300lbs. of fat and muscle. I'd always dreamed of carrying big. I was merely 5'1 and knew taking his seed would mean being weighed down by a huge baby in the end. And it was a fantasy of mine to carry and birth a large child as my first.

So I nodded.

He took me over his desk and the morning sickness came within weeks of him dumping fat, hot loads of cum against my cervix. He continued to fuck me insane almost every day. I enjoyed it. More than he did until I entered my final month and the pounding never slowed down.

What remained a fantasy for him was now a complete hell for me. I was constantly cramping, tired, and leaking from somewhere. One day it would be my waters, one day it would be my tits, some days it would be neither or both. The babe was big in my hips. I leaned back and swayed when I walked around the building. False labor took hold more frequently and the post-orgasm contractions were beginning to drive me insane. I was completely out of womb and his child fought against me as it grew to a size my body could no longer accommodate. There were constant bulges around my belly. He'd rub the lumps under my skin and growl at how his load was becoming too much for me to handle.

The more I cried from his baby's head bouncing on my cervix, the harder he went. Two nights before, I was confident that I was in labor after our end-of-the-day session. He ushered me into his car and we rushed to the hospital, all the while he talked about how ready he was to see me scream and bulge around the head of his child as I sobbed through violent contractions in the passenger seat.

We were both surprised to be sent home shortly after I was examined.

Even though I felt and looked like I was on the verge of childbirth, the doctors confirmed that I wasn't open enough for the baby to come, but if the sex continued (they definitely noticed his cum in my hole as they checked my dilation), I'd be laboring very soon.

As excited as this made him, I noticed he was more careful and halted the sex due to an upcoming event I was needed for.

We were announcing the launch of our latest project and presenting concepts of a few others in the works at a major tech expo that would be live streamed and viewed by millions. He wanted me to be the one to introduce our ideas and pass the mic off so he could elaborate on the subjects. He said he wanted everyone to know I was involved and give me credit for some of the things we came up with but I knew there was something else behind it.

My suspicion was confirmed as he took me in his drunken state after the pre-expo party. His breath was on my neck and in my ear as he thrusted hard. All he could talk about was how excited he was for the world to see what he'd done to me. For them to see how painful and fat with child he made me.

"And as soon as we're off stage I'm gonna fuck you." The thought made him fuck me faster. "I'll fuck you until you're begging to push."

I was manhandled from the hotel bed to the bathroom where he continued to rock in and out of me. He came for what I hoped was the last time, trembling and shaking profusely as he cradled my contracting belly with huge hands that dwarfed mine. He stayed inside my hole after he came and groaned as the contraction squeezed him. I grunted in pain and pushed on his hips as a signal for him to get out, and he did to my surprise. A bit of water followed his cock when he pulled out, but not enough for a full rupture.

We showered together and he passed out as soon as he hit the bed. I silently labored throughout the night. There were a few times when I tried to wake him and let him know the baby was on its way but he'd growl and turn away from me.

I thought for sure he'd wake up to a soaked bed with me moaning around the head of his child but my cervix and waters held overnight. I felt so weak from the lack of sleep by the morning but I had a job to do.

I was the first one in the bathroon to prepare for the day. A contraction had me bent over the sink when he finally entered and paused to admire the state he put me in. I didn't even know he was there until I felt his hardness against my ass and I gasped, pushing his hips away again with my hand.

"Please." I begged, unable to take any more sex with the head of his child so low and ready to be born. "Please, I can't."

"Relax. Don't have time for it anyway and I can't have this one coming out before the presentation."

I was slow to get ready and needed help getting into my outfit. I cursed every god there was for the store not having elastic waist slacks in stock when I went shopping for something to present in. The pants I got were slightly too small and the belt I wore cut into my lower belly, adding to the pressure.

We were in the elevator on our way down to the conference hall when I yelped and clutched my belly. He glanced at me without moving his head and asked in annoyance. "What's wrong with you?"

"I've-I've been having birth pains since last night." I was trying so hard to sound like I wasn't blaming him but he smirked and chuckled to my surprise.

"Was it that good?" He laughed even harder but I couldn't fathom joking at the moment. The pain grew and a new feeling came with it. The urge to push. My boss must have seen it on my face and the way I grasped the crotch of my pants. "We'll be done in no time. Then we can go to the bathroom and you can scream it out in the toilet for all I care."

The elevator dinged and he started walking out before I could finish my plea for a replacement. He was severely underestimating everything I felt and paid no attention to the condition I was in. The entirety of his mind was on this expo. Everything else would come after.

He paused just as he stepped into the lobby and let me lead. I knew he just wanted to watch me waddle and grunt through waves of other people, my ripeness and discomfort on full display for everyone to see. People looked and pointed at me with concerned expressions. I was embarrassed walking around in such a state but my boss loved the looks I got. He nodded and smiled at everyone who stopped to observe my gravidness.

I thought we'd never make it to the back stage room but we did. My feet and back were screaming as I stood there badly hunched over my oddly shaped belly, desperately looking around for a place to rest. Someone must have noticed because a younger man ran over to me with a cushioned chair and gestured for me to take a seat. I thanked him as I began to lower myself down but the head shifted when my legs spread and I grunted loudly while clutching my rock-solid belly. I lifted it to move the weight of the baby off my poor hips as I squatted down further onto the chair.

It felt so good to finally be able to sit and just let my belly hang. I sat there contracting and squirming for the better part of an hour before I was called for final touch ups before I went on stage. It took ages for me to haul my overly pregnant body off the chair and waddle to the proper station.

My boss made his frustrating with how long it was taking me to walk known but I ignored him as a lightning bolt of pain shot through my body. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, nearly giving in to my body's demand to force the baby out. One hand clutched my crotch while the other frantically rubbed at my back and belly for any bit of relief I could get. My legs shook violently as I kept myself from falling to the floor. I rolled my hips as best as I could and began whispering as I breathed deep.

"Whooooa. Hooooo, baby hold on. Hold on for me, please. Hooooooo. Hoooooooo. Ohhhhhhh the head."

When asked if I was okay by one of the interns, I opened my mouth to tell her I needed to give birth but my boss beat me to it. "Hey, they're fine. Worry about your job."

The intern frowned. "Let me get you some water."

"I said they're fine! And there's no time, they should be on stage already." I was not fine and would, in fact, kill for a cup of cold water.

I tried one last time in vain to tell him how close I was, and that it was urgent. "The baby's really coming. The head... I'm gonna pu–"

"Alright, go! We'll deal with it later."

An older woman was the one who prepped my ear piece. She looked down at me with a sympathetic frown as she adjusted it so I could hear any commands I was given from my boss. I could tell she'd been through this before by the way she began to coach me through the contraction I was suffering. "Breathe. Just breathe and go slow. Try to hold that baby in, you just gotta be up there for ten minutes."

I didn't feel like I had ten minutes in me. This baby was coming NOW. I didn't even register her whispering to another worker next to me because I was so lost in the fog of childbirth.

As soon as it ended, it was time.

My boss gave my ass a pinch and I jumped before walking out on stage. Thousands clapped and cheered when they saw me. For a split second, I was distracted from the fact that I was in full blown active labor and smiled as I began my intro. Throughout the entirety of the presentation so far, I was on autopilot. I had practiced this in my sleep and it was rehearsed several times at the office.

And then something in me snapped. I jumped and let out a small gasp when I felt the sharpest pain in my cervix. I stared off into space and blinked rapidly as I felt my body push in earnest without me. I paused for a few seconds longer than I wanted to and I heard my boss's voice through the earpiece. "The AI? Did you forget already?"

I was fighting the urge to grab my belly and moan when his voice cut through everything and threw me back into the presentation like a robot. But this time, my mind multitasked. I was still on autopilot but another part of my mind was on the baby I was about to birth in front of millions if I didn't get off stage right this instant.

I felt a trickle run down my leg and knew my waters would go at any second but before that could happen, I finished my part of the presentation. The crowd erupted in applause and I looked towards my boss who couldn't be more proud. And I was close to relief. All I had to do was call him up and that would be it. I could run into the bathroom and give in to the pure instinct that was screaming for me to lay down and have his baby right here.

"And our CEO will tell you the rest." I ended with a trembling smile that no one seemed to notice.

It felt like he was walking in slow motion up to me. I began to shake. I took one step towards him as he approached but quickly squeezed my legs together when I felt the baby lurch downward. The head was heavy and round behind the lips of my pussy as it bulged. I was border line hyperventilating by the time he got to me. My panicked state was noticed and his eyebrows furrowed but he continued with his part of the presentation.

He thanked me with a "how about another hand for my second in command?". The crowd roared once more and I was forced to turn and face them. The camera zoomed in to my face but I was more focused on trying to control myself than pleasing the audience. But I could feel my boss's red hot stare burning through my side and smiled shakily once more. I lifted my hand to give a goodbye wave and then...

POP.

My underwear and pants we're full of the head and soaked with birth fluid. I didn't even notice my body was pushing as hard as it was as my desperation reached its peak. The crowd gasped as my hand flew down to cup the baby, water trickled out of me in a steady stream. My boss looked at me in shock before covering his mic with a fist.

"Did you just piss yourself like an untrained toddler? You couldn't hold it?" He hissed in rage. I was ruining his big day but I could care less at the moment.

I took two shaky steps towards the backstage but the shoulders bulged and I couldn't go any further. I gave in, running on pure maternal instinct and frantically began unclasping my belt. My trembling hands made it all the more difficult but I was able to take it off and throw it to the side.

"I'm having the baby." I groaned to nobody and everybody.

"What?"

And now I was working on my buckle and zipper, babbling incoherently and unable to think about anything but dropping. "I'm having... I'm-I'm giving birth. It's out. It's out!"

My pants fell to the ground and my baby followed soon after, hitting the floor of the stage with a wet plop as it gushed out and landed in a huge puddle of amniotic fluid. I stood there with my hands on my knees, pants and underwear pooled around my ankles, and a blue cord that connected me to the big baby that squirmed and wailed on the hard floor hanging out of my pussy. I wheezed and hyperventilated while the crowd gasped and took out their phones to record.

I looked back at my boss and could tell he was annoyed. He merely wanted the world to see me large and due with his babe but didn't expect me to pop it out even though he'd fucked me will into labor the night before.

Paramedics rushed to the stage. The crew must have called them when I initially announced that it was coming. I lifted my leg as they crowded me and my huge baby that screamed on the cold floor. The cord was cut and I heard my boss sigh heavily over the mic while he watched the commotion his child caused.

"I apologize for the inconvenience on their behalf, everyone." He said while looking at me with sheer disappointment before resuming the presentation. "Now, where was I?"

There has been an outbreak of rapid pregnancy leading to unknown outcomes -- potentially dangerous! Please be aware!

Getting kinda big, I can’t keep my hands of my belly. What’s inside of it?

One more of the near-infinite variety and quantity of ways I'd have you give birth for me is in the post-apocalypse.

You didn't realize you were pregnant when the dead rose. A few months later, you're nearing your due date in a world gone to hell.

I have stashes of food, guns, and various other supplies; when we ran into each other a while ago, you decided you'd be better off staying with me. You like the safety and security I can provide, and I like having you around for… other reasons. Not that you don't enjoy it too, of course.

We're holed up in the basement of a house, and you're deep in labor. We've barricaded ourselves in, and I've done my best to soundproof the place, but it'll still be better if you keep quiet.

Your moans fill the basement as I help you work through the contractions, letting you ride my thigh as you labor, rocking your hips back and forth and rubbing your damp slit against me. You feel so much pressure inside, it's maddening. You beg me to check you and I do, sliding two fingers inside as you angle your hips.

"You're at nine and a half," I pull my fingers out of you, "not quite yet."

"Fuck- So much pressure-"

"That's okay, I've got you. Can you give me little pushes? Just short, little grunts to help you open up the last bit."

You're already panting desperately as you try to hold back. You know that if you give in even a little, you'll be bearing down full force almost instantly. You shake your head, "No, I can't, please, I-"

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay. Just keep breathing for me, then. It's just a little longer, and then you'll be able to push, okay?"

"No, I can't do this! I'm not ready!"

"Yes you can, you've got this. You're nearly there now. Hang on a little longer for me and then you'll be ready." I grip your hips and gently guide you backwards and forwards, encouraging you to keep rubbing on me to help relieve some of that pressure and distract you from your current situation.

Outwardly, I do my best to sound encouraging, but inwardly I'm a little worried about the noise you might make. I've done my best to soundproof things, but it'll still be safer if you stay quiet. There is a back door we can escape through, but I'd rather not have to use it under these circumstances.

I help hold your belly, encouraging you to keep breathing as you wait out the last of your labor. You beg me, again, to check you, and when I do I find that you're fully dilated. "Push, now. Let your baby come. I've got you."

You're scared. Scared of the pain that's to come. Scared of making too much noise. Scared of what taking care of a baby in this godforsaken world might be like. You can't fight your body, though, and you bear down hard, leaning forward and grunting with the effort.

I feel the head move down inside you, pressing against my fingers as you push. When you take a brief rest, I help you reposition to a squat to make sure the head will have room to come out.

You push again, and I put my hand over your slit, tight and small. "Come on now, bring your baby down." You push again, and I feel the head start to bulge your opening. "That's it, keep going."

You feel a sudden surge of pressure inside you. You have no choice but to roll with it, bearing down forcefully and suddenly. I feel the head lurch forward, filling my hand too suddenly to react. This sudden movement takes your slit from a slight discomfort, as the head starts to make you bulge, to a searing, burning agony in less than a second.

You cry out at the sudden pain, "AAAAAAH FUCK-" before you clamp your hands over your mouth. Your eyes water from the sudden stretch, but you keep your pain to yourself. Neither of us make a sound, listening intently to see if you have attracted any attention. The silence stretches on and on. You're far too scared to keep pushing, so you pant, as quietly as you can, feeling the head slowly slip back inside you. We're both about to let our guard down again when we hear it. A bang, a thud, another, then a few more. We're not alone anymore.

You feel your heart leap into your throat. They're here, and they're coming in, and it's because YOU couldn't keep quiet. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you cry quietly, "I tried to hold back, really, but now they're gonna get in and they're gonna eat-"

"Hey, hey, no. No they're not. We knew this might happen, right? That's what backup plans are for, in case exactly this happened. We'll be okay, but we have to get moving."

The backup plan could be broadly summarized as "get the hell out of here and go somewhere safe." While this sounds simple enough, it meant that we would have to cross through some rather dangerous territory, crawling with those things to get to any of our other safehouses. This would be a daunting prospect at the best of times, nevermind when one of us is in active labor, with a head already crowning.

We would have just a few minutes before we'd need to leave. I gather some essential supplies and help you get dressed: shoes, pants, a jacket - there isn't time for anything more as a loud crash signals our time to depart.

You do your best to try to move normally despite the overwhelming fullness between your legs. You feel like you should be waddling, or, better yet, squatting down right where you are and pushing your baby out, but you carry on regardless. When the contractions come, you breathe through them. Every part of you screams to stop moving and deliver right now, but the occasional sight of the dead wandering the streets and my insistent tugging at your arm both help keep you moving. You cup one hand over your the bulging head and press upwards whenever you can, shoving your baby back inside you. It's agonizing, and it always makes you stumble, but I'm there to help catch you and keep you moving.

This doesn't last forever, though. The more you're on your feet, the more intense and frequent your contractions get, and the stronger your body's urge to push becomes. You start leaning on me more and more for support with each contraction, and I do my best to pull you forward while you try to hold your baby in, pressing your hands upward against the head and panting away as much of the pressure as you can.

You're slowing down, but it shouldn't matter too much, we're nearly at our destination. We peek around the final corner, only to be confronted with the backs of a sea of the living dead. The distant sound of gunshots should've been our clue. Some idiots had broken into our safehouse and started shooting from the windows. They have sealed their own fate - there isn't nearly enough ammunition in there to kill that whole crowd - and possibly ours as well. There's another safehouse not that much farther away we can head to, but-

"I'm not sure I can make it," you groan. The pressure in your hips is just too much. You're leaning up against the wall, pushing as gently as you can, but you can still feel your baby starting to slide out of you despite your efforts. I can just barely get my hand over the head in time before you're bearing down fully, a hand over your mouth to muffle your moaning.

I keep my hand over the head, pressing firmly upward to counter the force of your pushing. "No," I glance around nervously, "not here, not now. Something could come around the corner at any second - we have to keep moving." You groan in protest as you continue to push, but when the contraction ends you understand that you really can't deliver here.

We set off again, but that last push seems to have opened the floodgates. The pressure in your hips gets stronger and stronger over time, and it's not too long before you're bearing down at least a little bit with each contraction. Sometimes it's so bad that you have to stop completely, panting desperately as I help you hold the head in as much as I can. Between contractions, you can feel your baby slipping just a little farther downwards with each step you can take. It's all you can do to slow the head down with your hand as it slides out of you, to try to make sure we don't have to stop too often.

As you start to slow down more and more, it becomes increasingly clear that we're just not going to make it to our destination, that we need to find somewhere closer for you to give birth. There's a small, two-story office building nearby - it should be relatively empty and have at least two exits - and we head for that.

The windows to the ground floor are all smashed, but after a little trouble getting you up the stairs, the second floor looks reasonably empty. We both want to take a minute to catch our breath, but your baby won't wait. Very soon you're squatting on the break-room floor with your pants around one ankle.

"Okay, I know you really have to push right now, but we're not really safe here. Let's try to keep this slow and quiet. Can you give me some light pushes for now?"

You shake your head as you bear down. Your body is not going to tolerate any more delays, it wants this baby out yesterday.

"Alright then." I cup my hand against your bulging slit, pressing against the head to give you more time to get used to the stretch. "Can you stay quiet like this?"

"Mm-hm." You bear down again, hard and silent, not letting even a groan escape. You feel your hole start to burn as the head stretches you open again and when your contraction ends you pant rapidly, breathing through the stretch.

"Good, good. You're opening up so well. Keep going just like that, slow and quiet. With the next contraction, I'm going to let the head out a little more. Let me know when it starts to stretch you too much, okay?"

"Okay."

You push again, and I let the head out slowly, watching your face. At first, you're calm and collected, but as the head starts to stretch you more and more I see you first wince and then throw your head back in pain. The head only makes it a little farther out before-

"Hold it."

I keep the head there while you finish your push, and for the next contraction as well, before you're ready for me to let it stretch you out a little more. We settle into a routine like that, easing the head out a little more with every other contraction, making no more than soft grunts and whispers in the process. Eventually, though, you can't keep up this rate of stretch anymore as the head continues to open you wider and wider.

"Owwwwwwwww," you moan softly after I try to let the head out before you're ready for it.

"Hey, baby, I don't think this is working anymore. I'm going to try touching your clit, to see if that'll help open you up."

I put my fingers on you, gently at first, and you gasp a little at the stimulation. Your clit is stretched out and oversensitive, and it doesn't take much before you start to moan softly. I shush you a little, but keep my fingers on you as you push again. You struggle and squirm, but you do manage to keep breathing quietly as the head moves out a little farther. I keep the head there until my fingers on your clit help you accommodate the new stretch, and you're ready for me to move my hand again.

The head slides out of you, stretching you bit by bit, achingly slowly. You're stretched so wide, your slit feels like it's on fire. You struggle to keep quiet, to keep your noises restricted to heavy breathing and soft moans, but the extremely slow way you've been stretching and the "help" I've been giving your clit has barely been enough to allow you to stay quiet.

"Haaaaaa- It burns so baaaad-" you whisper to me.

"I know, just keep breathing through it, okay? I'll help you take it nice and slow."

You still struggle, though, with the last little bit of the head. For all your breathing and clit stimulation, there's a point you just can't stretch past without making more noise than either of us is willing to risk. We stay like that for a long time, you squatting on the floor, breathing deeply to try to accommodate the stretch of the head, me with my hand between your legs, toying with your clit and pressing back against the head. It seems like we're stuck there, unable to just slide the last part of the head out and unwilling to force it.

Eventually, though, you start to feel something building up inside you. Despite all your pain, despite all your fear, my steady effort on your clit is starting to have an effect. I increase the pressure a little and you feel an orgasm start to build up.

"Okay, I need you to push when you cum. Whether you have a contraction or not, just bear down and get the head out, okay? That might be out best shot at getting the wide part out without making too much noise."

You agree to the plan before going back to breathing through the stretching of your slit. I increase the pressure on your clit again, and it's not very long at all before, between two contractions-

"Nnn- Cumming- Hnnn-" You push hard as orgasm washes over you. This time, I don't hold the head back and you feel it stretch you wider, wider, WIDER- OH GOD IT HURTS PLEASE- you jerk as the head pops out of you into my waiting hands, but don't let out more than a small grunt of surprise.

You're ready to push out the shoulders, but I stop you before you push again. "Wait, hang on a second. Let me-"

You pant heavily, feeling like the shoulders are about to slide out of you no matter whether you push or not, but you hold off for a minute, regardless. I decide to sacrifice my shirt to catch the baby with, to make sure they're not born onto the floor.

"Okay, push now."

You don't really push so much as just let the shoulders slip out of you, into my waiting hands. I help to pull a little, and the hips and legs slide out of you in short order. I wrap them - her as it turns out - up and hand her to you.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

Requested by and written for @bulgingpush Hope you enjoy - Me