It's Not My ENTIRE Personality, But It's A Decent Chunk Of It.

Dunk Tank

Pre-story notes:

I am still writing The Way Home, but a combination of writer's block on that story, plus a bit of pure Muse being injected into this one, I'll resume TWH next upload. That said...

This one is a little dark, with some intentional torment of the main character. Everything works out for her in the end, but it gets a bit dicey for a hot minute.

Also Katrina is 18! She is almost 19 years old in this story, but in order for the dynamics of this story to work, she is a young mother, still in high school, still living with her parents. If this isn't your cup of tea, please leave. Otherwise, enjoy!

Katrina scowled as she waddled through the church grounds. On the list of things she'd rather be doing included being hit with a car. Walking on hot coals. Eating gas-station sushi again. But no. Her mom had oh-so GRACIOUSLY volunteered her time to this church fundraiser. At 9 months pregnant, she'd rather be at home, resting, finish packing her hospital bag, trying to deal with these annoying as hell Braxton Hicks contractions…

Another one started wrapping around her belly as the thought came to her, and she rubbed at it as she approached the pastor, a man named Father Isaac, to find out what she was in for.

"Katrina! How are you… ah, WE, doing today?" Katrina did her best to internalize the eye roll. The politeness to her face was all too sickening. She had heard what he really thought of her. 'Teen mom. Her life is ruined. She'll have a hard time finding a husband with a kid on her hip.' "I'm doing fine," She replied, taking her hand off her belly, and placing it on her back, "Mom didn't say what I was in for today, so…" Katrina flapped her free arm in a sort of, 'So tell me what the fuck I'm doing here' gesture. Either Isaac was oblivious, or had a better poker face than she did, because he didn't so much as bat an eye. "Ah, well, my son said he'd set you up with a booth. And he did say that he found one where you won't have to be on your feet all day. Y'know. Cause your pregnant." Katrina smiled thinly, "Ah. I've noticed. Where is Adam?" Father Isaac smiled and pointed, "On the other side of the food tent by the games. He's got you running one of them." Katrina sighed and waddled off. Or started to. "It's real nice that you volunteered for this Katrina. It's so nice to see someone like you so invested in the church." She decided that that particular comment deserved a bit of venom in the reply. "Oh yeah. I mean, getting voluntold to do this or I get kicked out of my home. But I mean, it's not like my life isn't going to be hard enough as it is." With that, Katrina left, walking towards the games. As it was, she was sure her mom would be pissed about what she said to Father Isaac, but something about the man could get under her skin like a splinter. Not that the next person she was going to talk to was any better. Adam was her personal tormentor. She'd never liked him, nor he her, but he had gotten worse once the news that she was pregnant had flown around the school. Not that she could prove any of it, but the handwriting on the notes in her locker looked like his. That and the way that he and his buddies found it the peak of all comedy to swerve in the truck that Adam drove, and spray cold, filthy water on her whenever they passed her while she walked home. Of course, as a pastor's son, of course it wasn't him. The teachers all agreed that someone who was the son of such a community leader couldn't possibly be acting in such a way. So she'd gotten detentions and the like for her 'wild and baseless accusations' and life went on.

"Hi there Kate" Adam said as Katrina waddled up to him, one hand going to rub the mild cramp running along the front of her belly. "It's Katrina," Katrina corrected him, rolling her eyes, and brushing some of her hair out of her face. "Right, so Kate," Adam said, making Katrina grind her teeth, "So, you need a job where you don't need to stand, or be in the sun all day…" Katrina blinked. She had honestly expected that he would give her a job where he and his friends could leer over her swollen form all day, and mock her while sitting down, and drinking cold drinks while she stood and sweat until everyone left. "Oh. Uh, thank you." Adam's smile made the sudden flutter of hope that the day wouldn't be terrible vanish, "Oh, don't worry, you get to sit all day, well, most of the day, and it'll be nice and cool." Adam put a hand around Katrina's shoulders and led her around the back of the food tent. Under a large tree, basically hidden in a nook behind a bush and a sign for the day's activities, was a large transparent blue bucket, filled 6 feet deep with water, the top surrounded by a cage, and next to it, a big yellow board with a red and white bull's eye painted in the middle. A dunk tank. "You can't be serious." Adam smiled, "Well, your mom called an asked if there was something you could do for us at the fair today. This is all I can offer you…"

He said the last with a sort of sad mocking tone. Katrina glowered at him, and gestured at her belly. "I'm not getting into that thing while I'm 9 months pregnant!" "Well," Adam scratched at his chin. A gesture he'd picked up from his father, but Father Isaac had a beard to make the gesture worthwhile, Adam just looked like an asshole. "Well, I could let you loose then, but then I'd have to call your mother and tell her that you refused to help with the one thing we asked you to do today. By the way, what is rent like say… anywhere near where you know anyone?" Katrina's jaw dropped, her eyes pricking with tears, "That's… that's not fair." Adam smiled again, "It is A fair, and this is your job. So… step on in, or walk on out." Katrina took two steps away, before thinking it over. She could leave, and live in a box until she gave birth, finished school and got out of this town. Or she could get dunked a few times, and stay with her parents until then. Sighing, she turned around and walked back to the tank. "How does it work?"

Adam was all too helpful with getting Katrina up the ladder and onto the seat. The foam pad, which was probably once comfortable to sit on, was now so worn down, it might as well have been one of the pews from inside the church. She sat on it, the platform creaking slightly under her weight. She shifted uncomfortably, and snapped her head around when she heard a click. She saw Adam fixing a padlock to the gate, closing her off from the ladder and the way out of this. "Adam, what are-" "Just a precaution," Adam said, "Clearly you can't be trusted to not run off before the day's over, so I thought I'd make sure you're safely up there until your shift is done." With that, Adam left, stepping quickly away, back to the rest of the fair grounds. Katrina sighed again and idly kicked her now bare feet in the water, flinching at how cold it was. "Kinda wish it WAS in the sun," Katrina muttered, wincing again, but now at the slight twinge in her belly. It didn't take long for the fair to start. Katrina could hear church-goers and other people having a grand old time, winning cheap prizes at rigged games, the occasional shout of bingo from the far end of the food tent, and the warm-up of what counted for 'live entertainment' in the small town, a handful of young men playing country songs way too loudly for such a small event. As she began to rub at her belly again, she heard laughing getting closer, and looked up to see Adam leading the first customers over. Katrina smiled and waved at them, younger kids who threw, but none of them managed a hit. The line was never longer than 2 or 3 people, and there was never more than 10 minutes between customers.

As the day, and her Braxton Hicks contractions dragged on, Katrina began to feel a growing pressure. At first, she thought it was just that she had to pee, but it felt different. The feeling was further back in her pelvis, and bigger. Much bigger. As the live music blared, she gasped, rubbing at the underside of her belly and shifted her hips from side to side, trying to relieve the pressure. And there was so…much…pressure. It felt like a basketball was being inflated in her hips, and the sensation was perhaps the most awful feeling she'd ever experienced. She just wanted to squirm away from it. At her home, in her room, she'd bought an exercise ball, and lately, that was the only thing she could comfortably sit on. The nearly unyielding surface of the dunk-tank seat was nowhere near that level of comfort. Should couldn't rock back and forth, she couldn't move her hips side to side, she couldn't even lightly bounce to relieve this horribly pressure. She had taken to simply breathing deeply and rubbing her belly with her eyes closed when a loud laugh made her look up. Adam was standing, leaning against the tree, and chatting with his usual group of school friends. "What a fucking spectacle," One of them, Bryce, said. "Nah, she'd used to people looking at her," Adam said, "It's how she wound up like she is." "Fun," A third boy, Roger, said. Roger was bit for his age, standing a good 6 inches taller than the rest, and he wasn't gangly either. He smirked a bit and grabbed a baseball for the game and tossed it in the air. Adam mock bowed and stepped aside. "Go ahead, friends don't pay." Katrina had just enough time to feel nervous when Roger grunted and said "Fun" again, before hurling the ball so fast his arm vanished from view.

With a muffled CLANG, the seat underneath Katrina dropped, dunking her into the water. She thrashed in the water, having been dunked in so fast, she didn't even have time to take in a breath. Once she figured out with way was up, she burst from the surface, coughing and gagging, and beginning to shiver from how cold the water was. She pushed the seat back into it's up position and struggled to climb out, the weight of her belly and wet clothes making the climb almost impossible. She sprawled on the small platform, moaning and holding her belly, another Braxton hicks contraction feeling like it was twisting her like a wet towel being wrung to dry. There was so much water in her ears, she almost didn't hear the next muffled CLANG as the seat dumped her into the water again. She fell sideways into the water, the impact driving what little air she had managed to get into her lungs. The sudden, second shock of cold kickstarted another contraction, making her ball up underwater, until her desperation for air made her painfully straighten up and burst through the surface. She gasped and coughed more, and, once the seat was back up, she simply hung from it, not wasting the energy it took to climb back up. "No, you gotta go back on the platform," Adam taunted, "That's how the game works."

As she struggled to pull herself up, and lay gasping once more on the platform, she felt something odd. The cold wet feeling had changed slightly. Between her legs, it was a warm wet feeling. Great, she had peed herself. As another Braxton Hicks contraction made her curl up slightly, she realized two things. Firstly, that wasn't pee. Secondly, these weren't Braxton hicks. "Oh no, I need to-" Katrina was cut off as Adam's throw slammed home, sending her down into the water again. Something about the sudden shock of cold right after realizing that she was indeed in labor made her body go berserk. She twisted and writhed as the strongest Braxt-no, full on contraction felt like it was trying to both rip her belly off and crush it against her spine at the same time. She finally broke free from the water yet again, cough and gagging at the water she had inadvertently inhaled and swallowed. She pounded on the plastic side of the tank to scream at Adam to let her go, but he was turned away, laughing with his friends. She turned to try to climb up the platform without resetting it. Katrina knew that if she put it up and climbed back up, one of Adam's cronies or he himself would simply send her back into the water. She struggled and failed to make the climb without the ledge being set up, so she begrudgingly set the platform up and climbed up to yell over the top of the tank setup. Pulling herself up was more difficult with all the pressure and the borderline NEED to simply curl up.

She finally managed it by clenching her abdominal muscles as hard as she could to make the pull, but as she did, she felt something slip. The pressure shifted slightly down, and now it was so. Much. WORSE. She tried to call out to Adam, to beg to be let out, but as soon as she straightened up to say something, the CLANG went off again, and she was once again, sent into the water. She was standing this time, and on the way down, her hip hit the platform hard. She gasped reflexively, and began thrashing as she realized she had just inhaled a mouthful of water. When she finally got free and had managed to stop coughing, the realization of the shift in pressure made her go cold. She must have been in labor all day, because now, she could only make out one thing. She had only one goal in her mind, one desire, one instruction every cell in her body was screaming, was begging her to obey.

Push

"ADAM," Katrina shouted, her voice hoarse and weak from the multiple rounds of water going down the wrong way, "LET ME OUT!" She didn't know if anyone could hear her, and she was about to call again when she heard Adam call back. "Now now Katrina, you're supposed to do a whole shift." "I'm in labor, I have to puuuuush!" The last word strangled out and was pulled longer by the onset of another contraction as she bent over as far as she could while still standing in the water, pushing. "Nice try," One of the other friends, a shorter guy named… she actually didn't know his real name, but she knew everyone called him Plink, said, "But no way you're that far, even if you are in labor. I bet you just want to get ouuuuuuuuut." Plink drew out the last word, mocking the way Katrina had drawn her last word out.

Katrina didn't even have the energy to respond as she bore down. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right. From all of her reading online, pushing was supposed to relieve the pressure that had been building. Her attempts at pushing only made the pressure worse. Now she could barely stand, even with the water helping to support her weight. Her legs were bowed out, and it felt like the basketball had been replaced with a bowling ball. She just wanted to either sit or lay down, to take the burden off of her hips, but the water was too deep for that. She racked the platform back up, and tried to climb back up. The effort was too much. Her arms shook, and her lower half dangled uselessly as she tried. Once she got her belly above the surface of the water, her back cried out in protest, locking up in another brutal contraction, making her stop to push. It was too much. Too fast, too much pressure, too many people watching and jeering and mocking. Closing her eyes, she somehow found the strength to pull herself back onto the platform and she laid back, reveling in the feeling of no longer standing, even though the pressure seemed to worsen being on her back. She moaned through another contraction, and heard a shout from the boys. "Stop faking it," One of them, she didn't know who, shouted, and she heard the CLANG again, and went back in.

Katrina had managed to not swallow any water this time, but only because she had held her breath while pushing. When she opened her eyes under the water, she could see the boys still laughing, and could faintly hear them howling like hyenas. The bowling ball of pain and pressure seemed like it was moving slower than a snail, but it was moving. She came up again and angrily shoved the platform back up. For some reason, standing and pushing wasn't working, but it had felt slightly better for the few seconds she had been able to lie down. She climbed back up and called out to her tormentors. "Please, please give me a minute, I'm-" Her words were cut off by the next dunk. Despite the water, she landed quite hard, the knee under the hip she had bruised on the platform earlier giving out, sending her down into a sort of half crouch. She shuddered and writhed from the new feeling of the head rocketing down, the pressure both feeling better and worse at the same time. She tried to get back up, but could barely close her legs enough to get upright. Gritting her teeth, she managed it, but the mind numbing wrongness of the motion sent lances of pain into her hips and cervix. She shuddered again and desperately shoved the platform back up, hoping to send it home hard enough to jam it, and tried to climb back on. Halfway up the climb, she paused for another contraction.

"GAH! Nggghhhhhh!" She groaned her way through it, the grunting turning into a yelp as the platform dumped her into the water with another CLANG before she had even made it out of the water. Still being halfway up the mechanism, she held on as best as she could, but only managed to be swung with it before the sudden stop at the end of it's motion slammed her free, her legs impacting the back wall. THAT motion sent things into overdrive. The pressure in her hips surged like nothing Katrina had ever felt before. The sudden urge to lean into the pressure and push with everything she had was stronger than the urge to breathe. She curled up as she sank beneath the surface of the frigid water and pushed as hard as she could while sinking. It was like she was possessed. The desperate, maniacal, unyielding demand of her body overrode every other instinct she had.

Don't worry about getting out, push. Don't worry about the boys, push. Don't worry about the cold, Push. Don't worry about a hospital, Push! Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, Push, Push, PUSH!

Bubbles ran up her face as she groaned through gritted teeth. The pressure had now given way to a burning, ripping pain in between her legs, the ring of fire. She reached down to feel, and her eyes snapped open in panic, her blood running colder than the water. Her shorts were still on. Her lungs burning from the lack of air, she paddle furiously for the water, gasping and coughing as she breeched the surface.

"I-My pants!" She gasped and called out, "It's coming outtt!" She held onto the platform with one hand and fought desperately to close her legs enough to strip off the tight jean shorts she had made the mistake of wearing on today of all days. The last few days, the counter pressure they had applied to her hips had been one of the few reliefs she could find outside of lying in a bath, but now, the overly tight fabric that hugged her hips and ass, the sensation even worse now for being soaked, seemed to actively fight her efforts in taking them off. As she fought, the fire from the attempted crowning in her pants receded as the wet denim undid all of her effort in the mammoth push she had done under the water. Even though that contraction had ended, the frenzied desperation of the urge hadn't.

She began to hyperventilate as she fumbled at the button and zipper of her shorts, her fingers numb with cold and fear. Unable to figure it out, she choked back a frustrated sob and began to pull herself, once again, onto the platform. Fortunately, it stayed up while she tried to rip her shorts down, the effort a difficult task even when she wasn't under such strain. As she wrestled with the clothing, she noticed the boys all standing and staring. "Help me!" Katrina called, her voice still not carrying far, both due to the water she had accidentally inhaled, and the live music from the other side of the fairgrounds. "Sure," Adam said, "I'll give you a minute. See, the boys and I have had a bet going for the last few weeks on who the baby daddy is. And seeing as you probably won't tell us, we're just gonna watch and see if we're right. Y'know, see who it looks like. I have 20 bucks on Jackson."

The others began listing their bets while Katrina listened in horror. Not only did they now know that she was in labor, but they were betting on the father? Which meant that they had no intention of helping her or setting her free. Her fear gave her enough willpower to stop fumbling with her shorts and try to go to the door, rattling it as she remembered, belatedly, that it was locked. "HEY!" Adam called, "Your shift isn't done yet!" CLANG The platform tipped, and Katrina cried out as the floor rotated away from the door, dropping Katrina, HARD, onto her belly as it dumped her into the water once again. The impact drove another contraction with the same desperation as the last one. Unfortunately, Katrina had to make a choice. Give into the furious demands and sensations, or straighten up to breathe.

The impact to her belly had also driven every molecule of air from her lungs, and the urge to inhale was as powerful as the urge to push. She straightened up, the motion feeling like nails were being driven into her spine as she did, and choked in a gasp, the sound somewhere between a gulp and a sob. She took another deep breath and bent over, working like a maniac to remove her shorts. With a desperate shove, they gave slightly, and her body noticed. Her legs began to spread as the baby's head began to descend rapidly once again. She fought to keep her mouth closed against the water and the scream as the ring of fire returned with a vengeance, her body thrashing at the pain of it. Spreading her legs under the pressure had an unfortunate side effect, as the material stretched back tightly over her crotch, pushing against the head.

She bucked her hips, going sideways under the water at how WRONG it felt, her body revolting at the backwards sensation. It knew that the baby was supposed to go out, not back in. Katrina tried to push her shorts down, but they were jammed by her spread open legs. She tried to close her legs enough to remove her shorts, but the head was preventing any such attempt. With some trepidation, she gingerly placed a hand between her legs, and attempted to make it so she could close them. She. Pushed. It. BACK The sensation was by far, the worst thing she had every felt in her life, her body lighting up with a billion messages, each one some variation of the word "STOP!"

Shaking, she managed to remove her hand and, mercifully, or not, close her legs. She righted herself and pushed off of the ground, gasping for air, and reached down to remove the shorts. With how wet they were, the sensation of denim sliding across her hips felt as if the fabric was made of fire, but eventually, she managed to get them to her knees, and then off entirely. Refusing to fight her body on it anymore, she took one more breath while standing up, and squatted down, giving into the bone deep demands of her body. She pushed. She PUSHED.

The head descended so fast the she had to clap a hand on her bulging pussy to keep it from burning too much or tearing. she shuddered a bit at the resistance, but at least it wasn't pushing the head back again. She shook as she eased the head out. Keeping her legs wide, she paddled once again for the surface, the effort becoming more and more draining with each time she made her way up. "I.. help meeeee" She begged, gasping in a breath and sinking below again. She bore down again as she sunk, but something felt wrong. A sharp pain in her pelvis, this time between her hips had digging in like a splinter, then like a knife. She pushed experimentally at the pain, but it exploded. She belted out a short scream under the water, and clamped a hand over her mouth instantly to keep her from drowning. Katrina attempted another, more timid push, but felt the same pain, the same resistance. She didn't know what was wrong, but her body seemed to. Despite the stabbing pain, at the next contraction, which was coming so close on the end of the last one that there was hardly a break between them, she lost control as her body began to push, hard at the stubborn blockage.

The pain in her pelvis grew worse and worse until she had to release one of her knees, barely aware that she had grabbed them in the first place, and pressed with a desperate force against the pain, just below the swell of her rock hard belly. The pressed harder and harder against it as she pushed, and with a grating, sliding sensation, the pain receded into her, and she writhed as the baby began to slide out. She lunged, trying to find her baby through the cloud of blood and lord knows what else to find it. Finding a squirming thing, she pulled it gently towards herself and stood up, clutching it close to her chest. Breaking free for what she knew later to be the last time, she blinked tears and water out of her face and looked, shivering at the small human in her arms. A girl! She'd had a girl! A girl who was very cold, and very still. Katrina cried out and began rubbing her daughter until she was rewarded by a weak, but clear cry. She sobbed in relief and held her child close, faintly aware of the second most beautiful sound she'd heard that day, or even in the last few seconds. The metal door to the top of the dunk tank opened and she heard the platform get locked back into place. "Katrina! Are you alright?" She looked up to see Father Isaac jumped down into the water beside her. She shook her head, holding her baby close, "N-n-n-no. Adam…"

She told Father Isaac what his son had done. Fortunately, he believed her, as he had caught the end of what had happened. Katrina looked past the paster to see all of the boys looking very ashamed. Father Isaac refused to press charges against his own son. When Katrina tried to, her mother nearly struck her for daring to try to "bring the law of man against a man of god!" In the end, Katrina went to Father Isaac and struck a deal with him. Katrina couldn't get child support from daughter's father, but she could from the person who had nearly killed her and Katrina both. One month later, after graduation, from which Adam and his friends were suspiciously absent, (Katrina had said a few things to a few people, and once a video had gotten out, they had been suspended pending investigation,) Katrina packed her things, and got the hell out of the crappy town and it's people who now judged her for not only having a child out of wedlock at her age, but also getting money from the church to support it. She didn't know if she ever wanted another baby, but she knew damn well that she didn't want another waterbirth.

Humping a pillow while a massive head crowns between my legs.

That's it that's the post.

Girl, me too. Especially if the one kissing me isn’t letting my baby come out past a crown 🫦

Kiss me while I crown your baby? 👉👈

Just finally found where my asks are! Yes, I’d love to. I’d cradle you in my lap with my hand cupping the crowning head and gently petting your overtaxed folds and straining perineum. My other arm would be supporting your head and neck as I lift your pretty face closer to mine and press our lips together, sucking and nibbling on your fuller lip as my finger circles your stretched-out clit.

Rescued

(Content Warning: Enslavement, Sexual Assault, Unwilling pregnancy and birth, Vaginal Tearing, Traumatic Births)

One perfectly placed swipe laid three of her foes low, but the fourth knocked the blade from her hand.

As her weapon flashed in the air before disappearing into the chaos of battle, Lia let her gaze fall across the warzone. The small village she once called home. Buildings burned, her people screamed. Reinforcements were on their way, the elvish warrior was certain, but not fast enough. No, not nearly fast enough. They would come, see the carnage, retaliate against the orkish camp, rescue a handful of prisoners, and declare it a victory for their people against the forces of darkness.

Lia knew better. The orks would leave the disposable town folk in the camp, to be raided and reclaimed. But it would be a pyrrhic victory for her brethren, as the most valuable captives, strong of body or mind, or simply especially attractive, would be moved out the very day they were captured. Caged and transported to the beast’s main camp, where they would be sold as slaves.

A strong blow came from behind, driving the elvish girl to her knees. Tears burned behind her eyes, half in pain and half from imagining her fate. She was only 30, barely more than an adolescent in the life of an elf. This couldn’t be happening, it wasn’t possible. She’d come from a powerful family, had been training to join the scouts, everyone told her a long and prestigious career was before her. It couldn’t end here, in some random ork raid, overwhelmed through sheer force of numbers.

Raising her gaze, Lia snarled at the proud-looking beast towering over her, and prepared to lunge at him, hoping to take down just one more opponent, maybe create an opening to regain her footing, snatch a weapon-

Another powerful blow, this one making the entire village spin around her. The graceful fighter crumpled to the ground, darkness consuming everything.

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An unknown amount of time passed. The fine armor that was a gift from her mother upon being accepted into the scouts was gone, replaced with a rag that barely covered her dignity. The clops of hooves and constant jostling, in addition to the other passengers told her she could only be trapped in the back of an orkish slave wagon.

Lia had been chosen to be one of the high value captives. It dawned on her that she would likely never see another friendly face for the rest of her life. Curling into herself, the devastated girl prayed that death would claim her quickly, before the monsters could make her beg for it.

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Standing at auction was deeply humiliating. Being shown off like a common beast of burden, or some form of trinket or object. The actuneer gestured at Lia’s somewhat generous chest and lithe figure, tugging at her autumn leaf red hair. The rapid grunting, squealing, snarling sounds utterly unintelligible to the young elf, but clearly exciting to his kin, as beastial sounds of excitement met every proclimation, green-skinned hands flying into the air one after another as the former warrior looked on in despair, wondering which of these monsters would win her.

A louder bark came from the crowd. An ork carrying a staff adorned with various skulls stood near the back. As he walked forward, the others made way for him, an aura of command, and even possibly reverence, if these bloodthirsty creatures were capable of honoring anything or anyone, seemed to emanate from him. Everything had gone quiet, and a quiet grunt came from the monster. Without a word, what seemed to be a command was immediately followed, much to Lia’s displeasure, as the thin rags were roughly torn from her body, leaving her shivering and completely exposed from head to toe.

Hungry gazes devoured her involuntary nudity, taking in every secret curve and delicate part completely unhindered. The captive’s cheeks burned with humiliation and shame, as the staff-bearing ork took in every inch of the slave girl’s feminine form, searching for something beyond the elf’s understanding.

Apparently he found it. With a fanged grin and a nod, a loud, dominant bark rang out, and a large bag of some form of currency was tossed onto the stage. The auctioneer’s eyes went wide, and her scooped up the money quickly, gesturing for the winner to come claim his prize.

A large hand gripped the elf girl and hoisted her roughly onto his shoulder. Lia did nothing, letting herself be carried. Even if she somehow squirmed free, she’d be re-captured in seconds, and likely face horrible punishment for her disobedience. Regardless, shame and self-loathing filled the poor girl’s mind as she let herself be taken to her master’s house without a fight.

It bothered her, how easy it was to give in. Lia prayed to whatever gods may still be watching her plight that it not become a habit.

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It was on the very outskirts of the main camp, in a surprisingly large structure, abnormally permanent for what is normally a nomadic race. True, it was in the name of making war as far and as often as possible, but still. It almost seemed as though, if there was a permanent ork capital city of sorts, this could be the closest thing to it.

Lia spent the next few weeks drifting through her days. Surprisingly, she was not put through any torture or hard physical labor, or anything even more horrid, gods forbid. Instead, she was placed in a cage in what seemed to be the stables, wolves growling at her whenever she moved too much, where she was fed and watered, until her owner came to retrieve her.

What happened there was the most surprising. He had a long, straight-edged stick, notched at regular intervals. At first the former scout thought it was some form of weapon, but was surprised to find it being held against her limbs or placed alongside her chest, where the hideous ork would look intently at the notches, turn around and scribble something on what looked to be parchment, and then repeated the process elsewhere. Almost as though taking measurements. But surely none of these monsters would be intelligent and thoughtful enough to do such things, let alone have enough mastery of writing as to be able to take notes?

Finally, after weeks of study and notes and that awful cage, the ork took her somewhere different. <Is this where the torture begins?> Lia asked herself, dreading what would wait her as they began to travel down a stairwell, the lithe elf’s legs and wrists bound with heavy chains as she was pulled along behind her owner.

The prisoner’s eyes adjusted to the light, and what met her gaze was… confusing. It was like the attempt of someone to make their guests comfortable who had never been comfortable a single time in their life. There was a fireplace along one wall, the room was cozy, there were animal skins draped across the floor. There were two surprisingly padded chairs for ork sensibilities, but Lia knew she wouldn’t be the one sitting in them, not for long, at least. No, her eyes were drawn to the two massive steel cages along the back wall of the room, one empty with an open door, and the other already holding what appeared to be a human woman, curled in on herself in the far corner.

At hearing their footsteps, the prisoner curled into herself tighter, but reacted no more than that. The elf’s owner prodded her into the center of the room, then settled in one of the seats, his gaze roaming her appreciatively, as it had so often before.

Then, to the former ranger’s shock, the green-skinned beast opened its fanged mouth and… began to speak elvish. Somewhat broken and halting, but perfectly understandable.

“You, very pretty elf girl. Very brave and strong. Me save from arena or mines. Life will be much easier here. You are welcome.” A grin that could only be described as “smug” slid across Lia’s owner’s face, amused by the expression of shock on her face. The desire or ability to learn other languages should be entirely foreign to this monster, let alone the concept of gratitude. Yet here he was, demanding thanks for purchasing her.

Swallowing her pride in the name of keeping this thing that had so much power over her calm, she managed a hushed “Thank you.”

A nod and a pleased grunt followed. “This place, new home. You safe here, nobody else come in unless me say. Even have friend. You both very important to me. You strong fighters, brave women. Like Orks!”

Delight filled the surprising creature’s gaze as he continued; “Me have to tell truth. Orks strong, but… not most strong, me think. Orks could be very, very strong, but we must do something new. Me think maybe, if ork could learn from other races… grow from others, gain their strength. Maybe then we be most best. Think you very good for making us better.”

Lia was confused. Did this monster want her to teach him or people’s secrets? Show them magic or warfare or tactics? She would die before exposing that information. To even consider the idea showed how foolish this…

Something drew the young elf’s attention. As her owner’s gaze once more roamed her nude form, his loincloth had begun to tent outwards. The disgusting beast was becoming aroused, how crude. Lia opened her mouth to snarl a bitter reply to the Ork, only to gasp as he yanked on the rug she was standing on with his foot, knocking her feet from under her.

Lia tried to rise, but her owner was faster than he looked, and before she knew it she was pinned on the ground, his green-skinned body holding her legs wide open, and the bulge hiding his member concerningly close to her virgin opening. “Me do you big help.” the muscular ork grinned. “Now you help me.”

Lia tried to break her captor’s grip as he drew closer to her delicate lips. “You be test, see if ork and elf make good, strong child. You help me grow orks, help me make them fast, like elf, inside your belly.”

Finally, it clicked. He didn’t want information. He wanted to use her to breed. He wanted a bunch of elf and ork half-breeds, hoping they would have all the strengths and none of the weaknesses. This… this BEAST wanted to violate her, fill her womb with his seed, and create life. To make her into a mother.

“N-no, no you can’t I don’t… I’m not ready, I’m too young for this, please, no, NOOO!” All the denials, all the screaming meant nothing. The loincloth was pulled aside, the thick, twitching manhood exposed, before being driven to the hilt into the elf girl’s nether regions in one brutal thrust.

Lia cried out in a mix of pain and despair. This wasn’t how she wanted to lose her virginity. She didn’t want to be pregnant, didn’t want to become a mother, but try as she might, escape was quite impossible. She was helpless to do anything but let it happen.

Then, before she knew it, it was over. A thick, sticky heat splattered against the entrance to the elf girl’s womb, and her rapist withdrew with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Good. Me think you body ready to grow baby. Me plant seed, now we wait to see if it take root.” He rose, and lifted the sobbing former warrior from the ground, carrying her to the open cage. “You stay in here, be safe, focus on become mother. You make good mate, give many young. Rest for now, will return.”

The door to the cage swung shut with a loud clang, but the traumatized victim barely reacted. Her thoughts swam, one hand unconsciously cradling her flat belly, wondering if what her owner said was true, if she really was fertile, if there was any chance that a child could… that he had just…

It made far more sense now, why the human woman lay curled in a ball. They weren't going to be hurt, wouldn’t be worked to death or made to fight and kill to survive. Instead they would be used for this monster’s pleasure, over and over, until they concieved, made to gestate their rapist’s child against their will.

The worst part, as Lia sobbed herself to sleep that night, was that she honestly had no idea if it was possible or not. For all she knew, she was already pregnant.

==(====)----

It was silent for the next few days. Lia moved only when food arrived, eating without even tasting the surprisingly good sustenance. She couldn’t escape unless she was healthy, and even in her traumatized state she was gathering information and taking in details.

Then, at last, her roommate spoke. “It’s pointless.” The elf turned, seeing the human leaning against the back wall, looking directly at her. “I tried. Trust me. He seems stupid, but he’s not. And he’s very strong. He can and will defeat you. Especially since you’re pregnant, so you’re not fighting at your best.”

Lia opened her mouth to argue, but the human raised a hand, cutting her off. “No. It’s better to accept it now. He… He knows what he’s talking about.” the woman shifted position, and her swollen midriff became clearly visible. She was with child. “I denied it for months, but… I mean, I hadn’t had sex before I was captured. No way its not his. And it only took one try. If he chose to have sex with you, it’s because he knew it would take. His half-breed bastard is growing inside you right now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I wish there was.”

She introduced herself properly. Star was her name, and she had been a princess to a small kingdom. Tragically, the ork horde had overwhelmed their defences, and she’d been captured, enslaved, and… well. Impregnated. It had been almost 5 months, and already the former royalty had a pronounced swell to her otherwise still slim frame.

While hesitant to talk too much at first, it wasn’t long before the two became friends. Telling each other stories of their homelands and adventures to pass time, confessing their fears and anxieties. Star awkwardly confessed that she was terrified of giving birth. Her own mother, the queen, and her mother before her, had both passed away delivering children, and such stories were not exactly rare. That was in the BEST of circumstances as well, not locked in a cage, slaves to some crazed ork lord.

Listening to how painful and dangerous childbirth could be, Lia began to worry about her own ability to deliver, being smaller and thinner than the beautiful human woman. And the slave girl was, indeed, going to give birth. The days crawled by, but as she neared the end of the third month of captivity, a small, warm, unyielding bump had appeared just above the young elf’s pubic area.

At first she denied it, tried to tell herself that it was just due to the lack of physical activity, but at time passed the bump grew, until it was impossible to ignore. The ork’s offspring was growing within her belly, and nothing she did could change that.

Seeing the effects the pregnancy had on her friend made it all worse. Star’s midsection swelled by the day, and the former princess often talked of how much pressure there was, her skin stretched and sore with little to distract her from the powerful movements of her unwanted offspring. The both would watch as the half breed kicked, the skin bulging and the powerful human wincing or biting her lip awkwardly at the sensation.

“I despise the little monster…” she confessed one day, as the pair noted that her navel had been pushed outwards, an extra little nub on top of an already pronounced swell. “Changing my body, making it harder to move. My emotions keep getting all crazy and everything aches. He forced me to do this, I never had a say. Never given the choice of wanting to be a mother or not. But I’m the one who has to live with it, I’m the one who has to deal with an abomination kicking its way to life inside me.

“I’d get rid of it in a second if I could.” Star continued. “Snap its neck with my bare hands if I had to. There creatures have stolen so much from me, my body, my kingdom, my virginity… How could I possibly feel anything but hate toward it?”

As her own pregnancy progressed, Lia had to ask herself many of those same questions. It was… strange, feeling something move inside, within her but not of her. Watching her body change, shift in shape and outline. Knowing that a babe was developing, becoming stronger and more fully formed by the day, nay, rather with every passing moment.

Yet… it was still just a child. The former ranger may despise the one who placed it within her body, yes. My be terrified of the inevitable, the moment where she went into labor. But… she could no more blame the product of the deed any more than she could blame her own body for doing what it was created by nature to do. And part of the young elf wondered at the beauty of this experience, watching her chest grow and nipples darken as she began to produce milk, the round, firm mark of her fertility that would be revered if not worshiped were she in her home village.

Perhaps it was partly the difference of views on pregnancy in their cultures. Elves rarely bred, and so creating life was considered sacred, and almost never happened by accident. The entire community would pull together to protect and help raise a child, as often a single new life a year was considered an explosion of fertility.

Humans, or at least so Star claimed, would often shun or ostracise women who conceived children, accidental pregnancies happening almost more often than intended ones. Humans seemed to almost regard fertility as a mark of shame, as if nothing more than the result, or even even the natural punishment for giving in to some crude urge or animal instinct, which seemed… unfair to the elf girl. She’d always been taught that to create life was what made females special, different from males, and that it was a beautiful and unique gift.

There was no denying that dealing with a pregnancy she wasn’t a consenting party to strained that beauty though, especially since the child she was carrying would certainly get her cast out from her village. A half-ork offspring would be viewed as nothing less than an unholy abomination. And even that’s ignoring how difficult the delivery of such a massive child could prove to be, especially with her body still developing…

Difficulty that soon became apparent the morning Lia woke to the sound of Star moaning in pain, holding her massive swell as it visibly shrank under her hands. Before the concerned elf could even ask what was happening, the full-term human woman whimpered “Gods… I th-think it’s time.. So much pressure, the head pushing down, I can’t stand it, I’m gonna… gonna… OH!”

There was a quiet pop, and the elf slave covered her mouth with her hands, scooting backwards away from the musky-smelling fluid pouring from between her friend’s swollen, fertile slit. After mere seconds, the entire room reeked of sex. Not just that, but something… more. Something even more primal and natural than that, something frightening yet empowering at the same time.

As painful contractions gripped the poor mother-to-be harder and more often as time passed, their owner entered the room,breathing deep and immediately becoming aroused by the smell. “Yes, this scent… You will birth. You were princess, makes my offspring heir to your throne. Push princess. Birth my little half-ork prince.”

With that, he sat in one of the chairs and watched, eagerly, slowly fondling himself as Star began to whimper in humiliation and pain. “It hurts, Lia it hurts I can f-feel it, it’s opening me deep inside, it wants to come out!!!” Tears ran down the frightened victim’s face as her owner laughed. “Yes, it does. Big, strong baby, ready to live. Give in. Push, birth for me pretty human!”

Star shook her head, tried to resist. One contraction came and went as she trembled at the pressure and sensation of labor. Then another, making her arch her back at the pain. “It hurts, it hurts but I don’t want this baby to come out, I hate it, I hate you so MUUCH BAAABYYY OH GODS HELP MEEE!!!” the third contraction was too much, too overwhelming to be denied or ignored even a moment longer.

The royal slave girl at last bore down, her face turning red. “Pushing I’m PUSHING I can feel the baby, it’s- haaa, haaaa oh gods, oh GODS IT’S OPENING MEEE! The head is opening me deep inside please make it stop, make it stop I don’t want TO BE A MOMMYYY!!!” The squeezing, cramping pains came and went, and the progress of the head was visible as the space between the agonized mother-to-be’s life-filled swell and her feminine opening began to bulge.

But that was nothing compared to the shifting of the outline of the laboring woman’s dripping, twitching sex. As the head descended, Star’s womanhood began to push out, straining to contain the soon-to-be-born half-ork. “There’s so much pressure, I don’t want to birth I don’t want this monster to come out! Please, I c-can’t, I… I… Nggghhh… I need to push, I HAVE TO PUSH I DON’T WANT TO PUSH PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GIVE BIIIRTH!!! It’s gonna CROWN IT’S OPENING ME IT BUURNS!!!”

Their owner moaned as he braced himself against his chair, his shaft throbbing and twitching in his hand as he watched his royal slave deliver his rape baby. “Good, good little one, hurt your mother, make her struggle, make her bleed, break her skin and ruin her body, show how strong you are, even as a baby…”

The words of her captor only distressed Star even more, as the massive head continued to inch forward, the poor former princess curling her toes and arching her back as she cried out in agony. “The head is so big, it’s too big, it’s TOO MUCH I CAN’T DO THIS! I c-can’t, it’s… t-too big, I’m gonna… I’m scared, please, Lia help, I… I’m gonna… I’M GONNA GIVE BIIIRRRTHHH!!!”

The elf girl only backed further against the wall, cradling her fertile swell without thinking as she watched green skin become visible between her friend’s legs. Her slit bulged into a teardrop shape, and then grew into a full, round opening, straining to fit around the head. The base of Star’s sex was beginning to redden, and then turned pale as she continued to scream and push with all her might.

Then, with a wild-eyed shreik, the skin split, and blood began to run from the fresh tear. It made enough room for mere seconds, before the massive head continued to rip the jagged wound wider and wider. Seeing the blood, the ork let out a gasp, and then tensed, trembling, as his seed erupted from the tip of his manhood. “Yes! Rip her, bathe in her blood like the warrior you are, tear her pathetic human cunt apart as you are born!”

“I’m tearing, LIA I’M TEARING MAKE IT STOP, IT HURTS, IT’S HURTING ME BUT I STILL HAVE TO PUUUSSSHHH!!!” and push the wounded mother-to-be did, the wound growing in front of the terrified elf’s eyes, nearing the puckered opening of the poor woman’s rectum as she split apart, blood beginning to form a small puddle under her.

Then, with a spasm of pain and a cry of relief, the head of her rape baby gushed from between her legs with a splash of fluids. “No more, no more, please, please gods just let it be over…”

Lia couldn’t handle it anymore. Between her friends horrible looking wound, the taunting of her own offspring’s father, and her own condition, the utterly overwhelmed elf’s head spun. She collapsed to the floor as the half-ork rotated between Star’s legs, forcing horrified moans from her as she prepared to bear down once more. But the former ranger would not see the end of her friend’s delivery, passing out as the shoulders worsened the vaginal tear as they pressed forward…

====(====)--

By the time Lia woke, both Star and her child were missing, and would remain so for some time. For all she knew, her friend had passed away during childbirth, exactly as she had been so scared of doing. The elf slave was left staring at her swelling womb, remembering her friends tortuous delivery, wondering how she could possibly hope to survive this nightmarish ordeal.

Every day felt like it lasted a year, yet every month felt like mere seconds. It was as though the pregnancy would never end, while delivery seemed on the very horizon. Her owner came in often, just to stare at and at time caress his fertile slave’s body, enjoying its full roundness, feeling the kicks from the child he had forced her to gestate.

The signs of impending labor became more obvious by the day. Her belly having that heaviness as the weight shifted low. Her navel protruding outward. The gentile, squeezing cramps that threatened labor.

And then, one day, it was a mere threat no longer.

The head had been pressing down urgently for days, and the nagging cramps had been steadily worsening, pulling at the elf girl’s back. She had been trying to hide her labor, to deny her rapist his show. But as time went on it became more difficult.

“P-pressure… So much pressure… Star, you never said how b-badly the… haaah… f-fullness overwhelms everything… The baby… it’s ready to be b-born… Oh gods… I don’t want this, I don’t want to give birth for him…” hushed whispers to herself, some sort of voice to reassure the terrified slave, even if it didn’t do much good.

Then, the sign the poor girl was most dreading. That sudden release, the quiet pop, and the surge of strong-spelling fluid flowing from between her legs. “No… I’m not read, I can’t do this… the baby, I don’t want to have this baby, please, don’t make me, don’t MAKE ME BIRRRRTH!!!” the need to push struck immediately, overwhelmingly. Lia had never felt the need to do anything more in her entire life than she felt the need to open her legs, bear down, and deliver her child, as quickly as possible.

There was no resisting such a powerful, primal, instinctual urge. She did exactly as her body commanded, even as she struggled not to.

“Don’t want to push, don’t want to birth this baby, don’t want to don’t WANT TO PLEEESE GODS SAVE MEEE!!! The head, the head is OPENING ME IT’S MOVING INSIDE ME!” The sensations were entirely unique, unlike anything the young elf could have ever even begun to prepare herself for. “So much pressure, I’m stretching, I’m s-stretching SOOO WIIIDE!”

One more strong push, and the head was already half way down. The contractions were constant, practically overlapping, it was hard to even so much as draw breath. “I can’t, I can’t do this, I’m too young to do this, make it stop, make IT STOOOHHHPPP!!!” Her body refused to listen, and the child she had gestated did not care how much distress its arrival was causing its mother.

Before long, Lia’s feminine slit was bulging with the head resting just behind it. She was trembling, gulping in air, already exhausted and in more pain than she had imagined possible. But still her labor continued, and with the next desperate push an intense burning began to consume the helpless victim’s loins. Her opening began to part in a teardrop shape as she screamed in agony. “It burns, IT BURNS THE BABE IS BURNING ME, HELP ME PLEASE S-SOMEONE IT’S GOING TO KILL MEEE!!!”

There was nobody there, however, just the slave and her owners child. “Oh gods… I have to… have to push… I don’t want to but I have to… have… t-to… P-p-PUUUAAAHHHSHHHH!!! IT’S MOVING IT’S OPENING ME I CAN FEEL IT OPENING MEEE!!!”

The poor girl was helpless to resist the commands of her body, and was unaware how dangerous what she was doing was. Couldn’t see her skin growing tight, far too tight too quickly. But she was painfully aware of the moment it became too much for her delicate form to handle any longer.

“No, no no NO NO NO I’M RIPPING MY BODY IS RIPPING OPEN I’M STARTING TO BLEED!!!” her frantic denials didn’t change the fact that she had torn, that as she sobbed and pushed with all her might that wound would only grow as more and more green skin became visible in between her legs. Blood trickled from the damaged flesh, and ran faster as Lia cried out with pain and effort once more, her unasked for offspring continuing to part her feminine lips and the rent skin deepening, worsening rapidly.

The elf girl’s back arched as she gasped, feeling the rupture nearing her rectum, realizing that she was as injured as her friend was and still hadn’t gotten the head out. But what else was there to be done besides continue trying to get this over with? “Please, I have to, I HAVE TO BIRTH, IT HURTS I’M TEARING SO BAD, I’M TEARING WIDE OPEN IT’S RIPPING INTO MY- MY- OH GODS I’M TEARING ALL THE WAY OPEN!!!”

And as she cried out, it became true. Bit by terrible bit, as the head came to a full crown, the rip in her flesh continued down, down, until finally it began to rupture the mucous membrane of her rectum, her vagina having torn all the way down to her anus.

At long last, the head came free, accompanied by a spray of blood and amniotic fluid. The contractions lessened for a moment as the baby rotated, confusing and upsetting the helpless mother-to-be even further. Then… once more the need to push. With a cry of agony, the shoulders inched forward, bit by bit, until…

First one sprang free. Then the other. And from there, the body game sliding out of the slave girl’s bleeding and torn girlhood rapidly, a pool of blood and birthing fluids pooling beneath her.

Once more Lia’s head swam, and she reached weakly for her newborn as it cried. “M… m-my baby… I want to h-hold… m-my…” but the poor thing’s eyes fluttered closed as familiar, heavy steps entered the room.

--====(====)

Lia woke next to her friend, which with both a relief and a concern. Her entire body was sore, but she was informed later that she would make a full recovery. She was also told that she would not be allowed to see her son, not after what happened with Star. Apparently the princess had attempted to make good on her threat.

The pair would heal a few months more. And then, when the time was right, they would be re-impregnated by their owner, as they sobbed and begged for him not to put them through this hellish ordeal once more.

The pair would deliver many, many abominations for the one who owned them.

Make sure you’re taking care of your kittygirl by keeping her knocked up constantly. Every time she gives birth, she should be immediately filled up again. It’s just your responsibility as an owner.

i would never be an irresponsible pet owner its neglectful to let their womb be empty

“Oh you’re definitely bigger, Bunny. You’re carrying such a big litter for me it makes you grow bigger every day! It look so so cute on you, baby.” I hold your hands to keep you from struggling with your little shirt and place soft kisses on your squirmy kicky belly.

“Hey, Bunny baby. How are you doing today?” I ask sweetly as I return from work. I sit next to you on the couch and trace hearts and swirls across your pretty belly “you’re so soft and cute. I hate being away from you.”

this just made me blush so HARD. the tracing hearts and swirls on my belly ☹️

“doing okay …. but do you think my tummy has gotten bigger?” *pouts and attempts to pull my shirt over my tummy*

Want someone to kiss my neck and rub my clit while I struggle to crown. Want to moan while they whisper in my ear about how wide their baby is going to stretch my cunt. Run their fingers over where my lips start to part as I push, and to tell me how good I’m doing even when the head recedes back in when I let up…

🤰🍼2️⃣🛒🩲🛑🧍⌛️🧠

I tugged down the hem of my shirt once more, groaning internally at the line that stretched out before me. The store was fully packed, yet there was only one underpaid cashier to handle all of it. Part of me debated calling it quits and just heading home, but seeing as this was the last errand I had to run, I figured I might as well stick it out.

That was proving to be easier said than done, though.

"O-ohhh..." I leaned against the handlebar of my full cart as I exhaled slowly through my nose. Again, I readjusted the hem of my shirt, the compression material doing little to obscure just how much weight I'd put on over the past few months. I couldn't help but feel self conscious about it, especially when it seemed to attract more attention than I cared for.

As if that wasn't bad enough, both my bloated stomach and my back had been killing me all morning, to the point where I'd had to stop several times while shopping just to wait out the cramps. My hands grasped the handlebar of the cart until my knuckles turned white, and it took everything I had not to make a sound.

Just gotta make it through the line and--wait, what was...?

I felt the color drain from my face as I felt a sudden warmth spreading from my crotch, an involuntary shiver running through me as I felt liquid seeping down my thighs. "Fuck," I swore under my breath, nervously glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me to see. Luckily, I was the last person in line for the time being. My rational mind screamed at me to just go, just ditch the cart and tend to my weird accident away from others. But the line was finally moving a bit, and against my better judgement I stayed, hoping that my leggings would just absorb the worst of it and no one would have to know.

I didn't have long to think about it when another cramp decided to make itself known, and I could feel my stomach tensing bizarrely from the internal pressure. As I ran a sweaty palm down the front of my taut stomach, I tried to focus on breathing through it. This went on for several of the longest minutes of my life, and my only reward for my silent suffering was moving another few feet closer to the register. As I took another step forward, another pain lanced through my abdomen, and my knees nearly buckled. For a fleeting second, I envisioned dropping into a squat, freeing my swollen belly from the confines of my clothing and--

I shook my head aggressively, banishing the strange thought as soon as it had come. Still, that odd urge remained in the back of my head, and it only got stronger with each new burst of discomfort. By the time I was four carts away from the register, I could barely think clearly through the sensation of something shifting inside of me, an otherworldly pressure just behind the lips of my cunt, and my thighs trembled as I stood with my feet slightly apart. Before I could stop myself, my body seemed to act of its own accord, and I hurriedly bit back a whimper as I felt myself bear down.

My eyes widened as I felt it then, felt something beginning to emerge from me. My grip on the cart tightened as my breath came in shallow gasps, and I could feel the fabric of my leggings beginning to bow outwards as my traitorous muscles worked to push something out of me. One of my hands moved down to try and stop whatever it was, but it was a moment too late, and a guttural moan escaped my throat as I felt something large slip into my now ruined leggings with another burst of fluid.

By now, the sight and sound of me had caught the attention of the other shoppers, but I couldn't even think about them right now. My hands shook as I struggled to pull my soaked leggings and panties down, and I let out a choked sound of disbelief as I retrieved a wailing baby from my ruined clothes. My mind raced with the revelation that not only had I apparently been pregnant this entire time, but I'd just given birth into my clothing a crowded store.

Before I could even think of what to say or do, a dreadfully familiar pain lanced through me again, and my eyes darted down to my belly, still straining against the fabric of my shirt. Again, that urge from before hit me, and this time I didn't resist, couldn't resist. Among the worried voices of the people around me and the cries of my surprise baby, I braced myself against my cart once more and pushed hard.

Please, I thought deliriously as I felt another baby beginning to crown, please let this be the last one...

Imagine this while crowning. That's all I want.

Holding someone down while you overstimulate them… feeling them squirm and writhe, desperately trying to escape your hold… sobbing from the painful overstimulation… knowing they can’t escape you, so they start to beg. Whimpering and whining that it’s too much… only for you to start going even faster to really hear them scream 🖤

This one is so good, y’all