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Keep That Crown: Easter Special

A HUGE shoutout to @shhhsecretsideblog and @exponenshul for writing the original story here, And thank you shhhsecretsideblog for allowing others to continue this amazing idea, and for offering me feedback on this story!

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"Goooooood evening guys and girls. It's Saturday night, we're live, and welcome to another episode of…" "Keep That Crown!" The audience cheered, applauding wildly.

The TV presenter, Danny, continues, a wide smile on his face. "For those of you who are new to our little corner of television, this is a game show where we take five mothers-to-be and put them to the test in a number of household challenges. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, the catch is that each mum-to-be is in active labour, and fully dilated! Whoever can complete all five challenges without giving birth has a chance to win our grand prize, with the last one standing winning a jackpot of £100,000.00!"

The audience cheered, clapping and whistling in excitement.

"And now, let's meet tonight's contestants!"

Danny moved over to a set of podiums, five of them, each one with a name on it and a heavily pregnant woman behind it. Stopping at the first podium, Danny leaned on it to speak to the woman.

"Lucky contestant number one is Scarlett! She is 40 weeks pregnant with her first, a boy, if I understand correctly?"

Scarlett nodded, "That's right Danny, And, oooffff…" She broke off, breathing through a contraction, but perked back up after a quick breather, puffing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. "I'm having a boy, and he wants out."

"How are you holding up?" Danny asked, rapid fire.

"So far so good," Scarlett said with a smile, "Water hasn't broken yet, so there's that!"

"Good starting position then," Danny said smiling as he moved onto the second podium, "And our second contestant tonight is the lovely Natalie, Natalie who is 39 and a half weeks along with her own boy. Natalie, how are you holding up so far?"

"I'm doing just fine love," Natalie said, smiling, rubbing her belly, "But things are definitely moving along!"

"And I should be too, but good luck out there today!" Danny strolled onto the next podium, where the mother-to-be was leaning over the hard surface, bracing herself through a rough looking contraction. "And next at 41 weeks with a girl, we have Maria! That one is looking a little tough there Maria, how are you hoping to do tonight?"

Panting a bit, Maria straightened up and said through a somewhat forced looking smile, "Well, that jackpot looks pretty good Danny, but I'm… I'm just hoping to make it past the first round at this point, OOHhh…"

Danny winced sympathetically, "Alright then, we should try to get things going quickly then eh? Good luck out there!" Moving on, Danny came to the next woman, who by comparison, seemed like she was in total control, breathing deeply and holding herself completely upright with her legs together. "And next we have Jaime! Jaime is 40 weeks with her second! Now Jaime, you said that you and your husband don't know the gender yet?"

Jaime shook her head, "That's right. You guys get to find out with us!" The audiences cheered and 'awww'd at the news, and Danny smiled too.

"Well, that's a first for us, this should be exciting!" Danny moved on quickly to the last podium, a shorter ginger woman who was also panting heavily. "And lastly we have Jenna! Jenna, you said that you had a secret weapon tonight?"

Jenna nodded, her lips pursed as she breathed through a contraction. "That's…. that's right Danny."

"Now, I'm hoping it isn't anything like this one." On the screens, footage of an earlier episode played, an unlucky woman named Becky screamed as she worked to tug off a chastity belt. "As you know, in an earlier episode a third time mother tried using a chastity belt to keep everything inside, which is strictly against our rules here."

Jenna smiled, "Oh, it's nothing I'm wearing, it's the someone I made this with."

Danny tilted his head, "Oh? And that would be?"

Jenna waved at the audience, "My husband out there in the audience."

Danny turned to the audience and called out, "Mr. Jenna's husband, why don't you stand up… good LORD!" Jenna's husband stood up, a biblical GIANT of a man, standing well over 6 feet tall, maybe close to 7. Danny looked from him to the much, much shorter Jenna and back, and looked like he wanted to ask a follow up, but simply shook his head and moved on with the show. Women were waiting after all. "Well, that should definitely help if your baby takes after him. I hope everything goes well. Ok, now that we've met our mothers-to-be, let's meet our first challenge!"

The curtain on the other half of the stage rose, revealing a collection of fake trees with fruit hanging on them. "Our first event is the orchard of plenty! Each of you is given a basket, and you must go out into the orchard and fill the basket with at least 5 different fruits from the trees. You can pick any 5, but remember, the heavier fruits are on the bottom of the trees, the lighter ones are at the top, but you will need a ladder to reach them! And boy aren't our trees strange?" Danny lifted a hand and pointed at, of all things, a watermelon hanging from a low branch, the audience laughing at the absurdity of the sight. "Now, this is a timed event, so you have to work quickly to collect what you need. And remember, no matter how much you want to push, you just have to…"

"Keep that crown!" Chanted the live audience.

Raising a hand, Danny counted them off, "ON your marks, get set…. GO!"

Light hearted music pumped into the studio as all 5 mothers moved away from their podiums as quickly as their laboring forms would allow, with Danny keeping a running commentary of the action.

"As they get going viewers, we know that this particular event is more for our autumn episodes, but we've had some technical difficulties with some of our more 'spring themed’ set pieces, so we thought we'd wheel this fan-favourite. But right off the bat, we see Natalie and Jenna going for ladders, hoping to select lighter fruits. But from the looks of things, Jaime isn't hampered much by the height issue."

She couldn't quite reach the lightest fruits at the tops of the trees, but the darker skinned woman was able to reach some of the fruit in the middle of the trees. On the other side of the orchard, Maria set her basket on the ground and pressed both hands between her legs, panting hard. "Ohhhh, come on, staaaaayyy….."

"Uh-oh, Maria, are you going down already? Come on, you gotta…"

"KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience roared enthusiastically, and their cheering grew even louder when Maria grabbed her basket and stood upright, moving forward on shaky legs to start picking fruit.

"Good job Maria!" Danny called, "Now deep in the middle, we have Scarlett trying to do it as quickly as she can!" Scarlett was simply going from tree to tree, grabbing the first thing she could reach to fill the requirements of the challenge. She'd picked a watermelon, a pumpkin, a squash, and was going for a large bunch of bananas. Her arm was shaking from the sheer weight of the produce she was carrying, gritting her teeth. Though from the effort of lifting the basket, or the effort of trying not to push was unknown. "I will say, ladies and gentlemen, that if Scarlett does pull off that particular strategy, it would be the first time I've seen it done successfully. And speaking of success!"

Jaime had already managed to get her variety of fruits back to the podium, leaning heavily against it as she panted through a contraction. Still in the orchard, Maria had managed to get a melon into her basket, but had immediately decided to change tack and head for a ladder, working with Natalie and Jenna, who at this point had almost gotten everything they needed, but while Natalie was able to get up and down the ladder with only a bit of difficulty despite the contractions, Jenna was struggling badly. The sheer size of her belly was getting in her way nearly constantly, and she was panting heavily from both the effort and the contractions that wracked her petite frame.

"And Scarlett finishes second, with, and can we get a weight on this… 21.7 kilos! That's a new record for this event!"

Scarlett raised both of her arms in celebration, but instantly regretted it, doubling over around her belly, "Ow ow ow ow ow….."

Danny held a hand out as if to support her, "Now Scarlett, don't give in just yet, you just finished the first event here." Turning his attention back to the orchard, the last three women were all coming back in at once, Maria with mostly lighter fruits and a single melon, Natalie with nothing larger than a grapefruit, but Jenna had rushed and fit a large pumpkin into her basket and was balancing it against her belly, and she was clearly not enjoying the extra pressure on her womb.

"And it's neck and neck for the last three, but… yes, Maria, followed by Natalie followed by Jenna!"

The audience cheered at the completion of the first challenge, which had yielded an unexpected bonus. "Ladies," Danny said beaming, "As none of you gave birth in the first round, we’re adding an additional £50,000 to the prize pot!" The Audience went wild with the news, and all five mums-to-be smiled wearily at each other at the good news. "But who will win it? We'll find out as we go on, but let's get a quick word from our sponsors!"

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"Welcome back to Keep That Crown! We've had a lucky start so far, with all five mothers making it through the first round, adding an additional £50,000 to the grand prize! But as is usually the case, our second challenge of the night has never failed to get at least one crown! Up next, we have the Laundry room!"

The curtains rise to reveal 5 identical sets of washers and dryers, which Danny began to quickly explain, his overly white teeth gleaming in the light. "Each washer is filled with clean laundry, but these washers don't have a fresh setting, so all of the clothes are still wet and heavy. So each of our mums-to-be must get the laundry out, and make sure it isn't balled up before putting it in the dryer. But, as you can see, they are all top loading machines!" Danny flipped open one of the units to demonstrate, before continuing, "So you'll all need to get creative on how to unload the washer, and don't forget to…"

"KEEP THAT CROWN!"

"3-2-1, GO!"

As the cheerful music began, all five women waddled over to the washing machines. Right away, two of the women ran into a problem.

"And as we start, we can see Natalie and Jenna struggling to reach the contents of their washers. Jaime is having no problem once again!"

As he said, the tall woman was easily able to reach into the machine, but as a result, she was the first to encounter the real challenge. The heavy, tangled and balled up clothes. She heaved at the contents, trying to pull out as many of them in one go as she could, prioritizing speed over everything else, but quickly realized that was a mistake. Freezing in place, she gripped the edge of the washer drum, her legs beginning to shake slightly.

"And Scarlett has come up with an interesting way of doing this, climbing on top of the dryer to reach into the washer. We've seen this before, it's one of the most surefire ways to get this one done, but hopping down can be a bit of a hassle."

Hearing this, Jenna and Natalie both began to struggle up to the top of their dryers, Natalie managing it first by opening the dryer door and using the opening as a step, and was now sitting cross legged with a heel wedged between her thighs, panting heavily. Jenna abandoned the attempt after a short struggle and stood on her toes, pressing her side hard into the machine as she grabbed an armload of clothes. Maria was doing the same as what Jaime had started, but was taking items out by tugging until a single item came free and snapped each item flat before tossing it into the dryer.

"And Maria is pulling a huge lead on everyone else. Scarlett is detangling her clothes and setting them on the dryer next to her and so is… No, Natalie is tossing them in the open dryer as she goes! Smart move! Jenna is close behind them and… Jaime, how are you holding up love?"

Jaime had overdone it right off the bat, trying to rush and pull all of the clothes out at once. The sudden effort had sent a huge surge of pressure down her birth canal and now she stood rigid, unable to do anything other than concentrate on not pushing. "Come… on… Stay in babyyyyy….. Mustn't puuuuushh.."

"Jaime, you have to unload the washer to move on from this challenge."

Jaime nodded, her eyes beginning to fill with tears and shakily took one hand away from her clearly bulging leggings, but instantly groaned and fell into a deep squat, her groan turning into a grunt, "I can't… I have to puuush!"

"Keep that crown! Keep that crown! Keep that… awwwww." The audience's enthusiastic chant died off as, with a shuddering gasp, the head clearly popped free in Jaime's leggings.

"As I said, the second challenge gets someone every time." Danny stood aside as a team of medics rushed over to help Jaime remove her pants and get the baby out the rest of the way. As she was carried away on a stretcher, Danny continued his commentary for the last four contestants. "And it looks like Maria is almost done, Scarlett and Natalie close behind… Maria finished in first! Oh, look at this, Jenna is catching up!"

Jenna, having not climbed on top of her dryer, was now free of having to deal with getting down from it. It had taken her a while to get all of the items from her washer, but now she was unballing the last pair of jeans and tossing them in.

"And Jenna comes in a surprising second place! Oh! Are you alright?" Right as Jenna had finished, Natalie, trying to get down had been hit with a contraction at an inopportune moment, falling heavily.

"AHHH! Ow…." She cried, rubbing her hip. Fortunately, she had avoided landing on her belly, and the impact seemed more painful than serious. "I think… Ah… I think I'm alright."

"Ok, why don't you come lean on your podium for a minute. Scarlett, make sure you get down safely."

"I'mmm mmmmph! I'm working on it…. Ah…." Scarlett was inching forward, holding herself on top of the dryer with the palms of her hands, sliding her butt across the corner to try to place her feet on the ground, but clearly struggling with both stretching her belly and applying pressure on her tailbone. Her face red, she seemed to come to a decision, and let go with her hands, dropping the last foot to the floor, and began tossing her clothes in the dryer rapidly, panting heavily as she worked, finishing last, but still pregnant.

"Well, we'll get Natalie checked out during our commercial break. Ladies and gentlemen, one down, four babies to go! We'll be right back after this commercial!"

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When the stage had been reset for the next challenge, the lights came back on and Danny stepped forward, his ever-present smile plastered to his face. "And we're back for part three of tonight's episode of Keep That Crown! We're already one mum down, but four still remain. Maria, how are you doing?"

Maria nodded, sweat beading on her face from her labour, "Uh… hooo…. I'm hanging in there Danny!"

Danny swung the microphone towards himself again, "I gotta say, I was a little worried for you in the orchard, but you certainly made a comeback on the laundry challenge. Speaking of worries…" Danny moved on to Natalie, who was holding one hand under her belly and breathing deeply through her nose. "Natalie, you had us all worried for a minute there from your fall, how are you feeling?"

Natalie tilted her free hand, "Doesn't hurt compared to the contra-ah-ah-ah…" She broke off as a contraction made her wince and rub at her belly.

"Well, at least you didn't get seriously hurt in that fall."

Danny's attempts to talk to Scarlett fell flat, as she was biting her lip hard and breathing deeply through contractions, unable to speak. Coming to Jenna, he gestured at her belly. "And how is your secret weapon holding out?"

Jenna shook her head in almost mock-worry, "I don't know how it's gonna come out."

Danny smiled, "Well, don't worry, no one is pregnant forever. But the show moves on, and for our third part, we've arrived at our changing challenge!" Danny swept an arm aside to reveal the four remaining contestants, all standing on one side of a line, facing a pile of bags.

"Today's theme is a day on the beach, so when the buzzer sounds, all of you ladies will go in order of how you finished the last event, select one of the bags and return with it to your podium. Once you return, you will change into the swimsuit inside, and go to sit in the pool!"

Danny pointed at the other side of the stage where a shallow kiddie-pool had been set up.

"Once you have sat down, you may get up and return to put your original clothes back on. And don't worry, each bag has a towel. But!" Danny leaned in, "Each bag contains a different type of swimsuit. You may not open the bag until you get to your podium, you cannot change the bag once chosen, and you cannot intentionally ruin the swimsuit. Do you all understand?"

When all four nodded, Danny started the event with a final note. "And don't worry, you won't need to completely strip for this, just down to your underwear will suffice.” Then, with a countdown and the blare of the horn, the challenge began. As the music started, and all 4 ladies chose a bag from the pile, Danny began his commentary.

"And all four have selected their bags and are returning to their changing areas. Let's see what everyone has… And Maria has gotten a-"

His comments were drowned out by the audience cheering and whistling as she pulled out a small, red bikini. Maria flushed as red as the outfit, a combination of pain from her contractions and embarrassment at the ordeal to come reddening her face. As she began to peel her shirt off, Danny continued his running commentary, being drowned out again as Jenna unpacked an equally small bikini, hers a bright shade of blue. But it wasn't just a bikini. It was a stringkini, and the sides of it were untied, meaning that Jenna had to tie it onto herself.

"Can I at least… Mmph! Can I get some help with that at least?"

"Sorry Jenna, but you have to put it on yourself."

Making a face, Jenna began stripping down to put the pointlessly complex, barely there swimwear. But as she heard the others cry out in dismay, she realized that she had gotten off fairly easy. Natalie had gotten a simple, but fairly small single piece bathing suit, but she seemed to be struggling to stay upright, her tight leggings proving to be putting up quite a fight as she struggled to remove them. With a grunt and a hard shove down, they managed to get clear of her butt, but…

"Natalie, it looks like there's a head starting to come out there," Danny called, "I-"

"I KNOW!" Natalie howled, trying to cross her legs and shifting her weight back and forth, looking for all the world like someone desperate to use the restroom. Taken aback, Danny gave Natalie a bit of space and moved on to commiserate with Scarlett, who had pulled a complex cluster of fabric from her bag. It was some sort of designer swimsuit, that was somehow both a one piece, but had the side ties of a stringkini, all held together by a band of fabric that would go up over her belly and connected with a complicated looking buckle. It was less swimwear and more an outfit for a fancy pool party.

"You've got to be kidding me," Scarlett complained, struggling to simultaneously keep her legs together, untangle the complicated mess of a swimsuit and focusing on not pushing, "How am I supposed to put this on?"

"One leg at a time," Danny said, smiling. However, his attention was dragged quickly away as Natalie gave a soft cry, and a splashing sound was heard.

"Oh god, my water broke, my water broke, my waaAAAA!" Natalie sank to her knees, wadding up the swimsuit and pressing it as hard as she could to her crotch. "No no no no no, Don't… ARGH!"

"KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience cheered.

Red faced and shaking, Natalie struggled to try to get back to her feet, but simply stayed where she was on the ground, her upper body convulsing with her increasingly futile efforts to stop herself from birthing the head.

"It looks like Natalie might soon be out of this race. But speaking of races, let's look in on Maria and Jenna!" Danny began running a play by play of the first two women, Maria who had already, and easily, managed to pull on the simple bikini and was less waddling, but more shuffling her way to the pool, clearly doing her best to keep her thighs close together. Jenna in the meantime was struggling to pull her legs close enough to pin the bottoms of her stringkini together so she could tie the strings. The top meanwhile was on, but tied sloppily and hastily.

Scarlett in the meantime had managed to untangle the swimsuit and was struggling to get into it, her main fight now with the strip of cloth that buckled the bottoms to the top, which seemed like it had not been made with pregnant women in mind. Eventually, she managed to get into it, hunched over slightly and she began moving to the pool to complete the challenge. Natalie on the other hand…

"KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!"

Natalie was virtually paralyzed, unable to submit to her own body's instincts to push, but unable to do anything other than tremble on her knees. "Natalie, you have to change and get in the pool if you want to move on," Danny encouraged. With that last bit of encouragement, Natalie, shaking, slowly pulled the wadded swimsuit away from the massive bulge. It was all the incentive her body needed too. With a sharp cry, her hips bucked, and the head popped free with a second gush of fluid. The audience groaned as Natalie was quickly attended to by medics who swept her away to be treated.

"And that's another mum down folks!" Danny called out, returning to Jenna, who had sort of managed to get the strings tied and was just now making it to the pool, "But good job Jenna, you're halfway done with this challenge!" Turning to Maria, he congratulated her on finishing already. Maria could barely acknowledge the praise however, as she had started to bulge out slightly. Scarlett for her part had just gotten back to her podium and was struggling to remove the overly complicated clothing, and was clearly getting frustrated by it.

"AH, Careful Scarlett, you mustn't ruin the swimsuit…" "I'm… ARGH! Who designed this! It's impossible…." She began wiggling, desperately trying to get out of the suit without ruining it, but only getting more worked up. "Scarlett… the… buckle…. ARgh… It twists!" Maria called out from her podium, and mimed twisting the complex piece of metal. Her eyes red with tears of frustration, Scarlett mimicked the motion that Maria made, and the two halves of the swimsuit came neatly apart. Sobbing in relief, she began to deftly strip the idiotic clothing off. She managed to finish removing it just after Jenna had. Jenna was really showing signs of struggling now, her overly massive belly visibly rippling with contractions, and while she was clearly making pushing noises, had yet to visibly bulge from her efforts.

"Well there we are folks!" Danny said as the remaining 3 women managed to get their original clothes back on, "3 Mums left and two challenges to go! Who will get to our final round? Find out after this break!"

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When the lights came back on, the three remaining pregnant women were huffing and puffing near large curtained off sections of the stage, Danny standing in between all of them.

"Aaaaand welcome back to Keep That Crown ladies and gentlemen, the only show where the winner does not have a crown in the end!" The audience laughed at his joke, though Maria, Jenna and Scarlett, if they even heard the joke, did not so much as crack a smile at it. "I'd like to share some news with the audience, Jaime has given birth and wanted to share the announcement to the crowd that she had a girl!" The Audience cheered and whistled at the news. Danny let them go on for a short time, but raised his hands to quiet them down. "Normally I'd have a quick chat with each of our remaining contestants about their own labours at this point, but things are moving a tad quickly, so we should be as well."

Danny swept his arm aside and all three curtains rose up to the ceiling, revealing a trio of mock-up living rooms, each cluttered and trashed.

"For our spring episode, we have a bit of spring cleaning! Each contestant must complete the following, move the furniture pieces back into their assigned spaces, the floor is marked where each furniture item should go, then the larger items must be picked up and put on the shelves, the garbage must be thrown away and the floor must be vacuumed to clean all of this highly visible orange sand. Any item in the living room may be used to help clean it. At the end, each mother may take a breather and have a seat on the couch, but!" Danny leaned in, smiling as he revealed the next bit of news. "They may not want to, as the winner of this event gets to take home the furniture set, so try not to push anyone out on the new couches ladies!"

Despite the intense struggle of their labours, each of the women seemed intrigued by the opportunity.

"Danny… whooo… The… the couch… is it waterproof?" Scarlett asked, a hand rubbing the underside of her belly.

Danny peered down and made a noise of understanding. "I see. Well, if your waters have broken, we should get this event going, and yes, the couches are fully waterproof and covered by a VERY generous warrantee. On your marks, get set, GO!"

The klaxon and the music sounded, and the three women moved into the fray. "And they're off, with Maria moving onto her hands and knees to start collecting things to put away, a good strategy. But while crawling can speed things along, it's far better than bending over or squatting. Jenna has taken off her shoes and is using her toes to pick things up, and look at her go!

Jenna was masterfully picking things up with her feet and passing the items up to her hands. She started with the garbage, picking it up and tossing it into the provided wastebasket. Her furious pace slowed quickly as bending sideways to reach the items around her large belly soon tired her, and she leaned against a shelf, breathing heavily, grunting as she tried not to push with the next contraction.

"And Scarlett is taking… well, that's certainly an approach."

Scarlett was simply hooking her foot underneath every item she could, and was kicking it onto the couch. Once that was done, she could clearly see where the furniture was supposed to go, and began trying to shove it around. But the dense carpet of the faux living room was proving to be tough to slide furniture around on. She pushed at it, then moved to drag it, but found she had to bend over and lift the front feet of the item in question, a high backed chair. She cried out as the position put extra pressure on her baby and she dropped the chair as she felt the head beginning to rapidly descend. "No… not yet…"

"And Scarlett seems to be in trouble. Come on, hold that little one in there!" Scarlett managed to compose herself and, with them shaking violently, she managed to pin her legs together and she began working to move the chair again. The audience cheered as she worked, and Danny resumed his chatter.

"And Jenna has gotten back into the swing of things, picking things up a bit slower now, but she's moving right along. And speaking of moving… Maria! Wow!" Maria had nearly finished cleaning the floor, though a few items remained. But she had begun dragging furniture around while still on her hands and knees and was done moving the chair and the coffee table already, and was now shoving the couch to where it belonged. Her exertions had gotten her a huge lead, but it had gotten something else huge as well. The bulge in her leggings was getting bigger. "Maria, remember, if the head is out, you can't continue the game."

"It's… OW! It's still stretchinggggggggg!" She put a hand on her crotch and stopped moving, breathing hard for a moment, but continued shoving the couch. Rushing now, she got to her feet and grabbed the vacuum. It was an all-in-one type that meant that you had to stand upright to use it, and after some struggling, Maria managed to do just that, shoving the device around as fast as she could, desperate to finish the event so she could focus on not pushing anymore.

As she worked, Jenna had managed to finish the garbage and was now picking the regular items off of the floor, crying, not in pain or stress, but in delight at one of the items she found, a grabber claw! She was using it to easily pick items off of the floor and put them, even onto the shelves that the shorter woman could not have otherwise reached. Scarlett had no need of the device however, having finished moving everything but the couch, and was now clearing it off, hardly needing to bend over to pick the clutter up from it's seat. Soon, she was also vacuuming. As she started and Jenna quickly followed, Maria cried out in distress.

"Uh oh, and Maria has had a technical issue!" Danny strolled over to see Maria turning the machine over to see that it had choked on a sock that she had missed while crawling around. Maria tried to pull it out, but it was stuck fast. "Have… AH, OW…. Danny, is that enough?" Danny shook his head, pointing at a few areas, "I'm afraid not, there's still some of the sand there and there." "But….whooo…But the vacuum is jammed!" "Try using some of the items you cleaned up. I remember there being a screwdriver in the mess somewhere." Maria looked at the shelves, hastily and messily packed with stuff as she came across it, and with a groan, moved to start looking for the tool. Scarlett had finished vacuuming at this point, and was now moving the couch, with Jenna not far behind, having nearly finished her own floor. As Jenna finished, she wrapped up the cord of the vacuum and gingerly sat down on the couch, hastily getting back up as attempting to sit put so much pressure on the head she had yelped in pain.

"And we have our first room cleaned!" Danny called out, moving the vacuum out of the way to congratulate her. Scarlett grunted one last time and had also sat on the couch, laying down on it as she rubbed her belly, screwing her eyes up and breathing in long, hitching breaths. Maria on the other hand…

"Oh… Oh GOD! OWWWW!" Maria had found the screwdriver and had started taking the device apart and had gotten the sock free, but the screwdriver and the vacuum were abandoned now as she put a hand to her crotch. The bulge in her leggings had gotten unusually huge, and she had peeled them down a bit to see what was happening. Danny rushed over, and he blinked in surprise. "Well… This certainly is an episode of firsts ladies and gentlemen. Maria's baby is breech!"

The crowd gasped as a camera moved over and zoomed in on the unnatural stretch in Maria's leggings. Panting, she pushed Danny away and struggled to get the screwdriver. "No… NO! I can do this, I cannnnnn… AH, ARGH! NO!" With an involuntary push, the breached baby surged forward, stretching her far farther than was normal in a birth. "Maria, why don't you let the medics take you back and-" "The head isn't even ou-out…" Maria sobbed, struggling to put the vacuum back together. "I'm afraid that even though this is the first time it's happened on our show, it's in the rules Maria," Danny said evenly, "Your baby is over halfway out. You're done honey."

The crowd groaned with sympathy for the poor woman as she sobbed, letting the screwdriver fall from her grip and putting both hands down to support the baby's half delivered body while the medics lifted her onto a stretcher and rushed her backstage to finish the suddenly much more complicated delivery.

"Well, that was tough for her, but I'm sure we all wish Maria good luck with the rest of that birth. But as we are, we now only have two contestants left going into part 5, and our final challenge for tonight! But before we go, congratulations to Jenna once again for finishing this event first, and winning this lovely couch!"

The crowd cheered again as the camera zoomed in on the panting, sweaty mother as she kept her eyes closed as she tried to keep herself from pushing.

"Now, who will take home the grand prize of £150,000? Who will give into the urge to push? Find out when we get back from this commercial break!

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When the show's theme played once again, Jenna and Scarlett were nowhere to be seen, instead, two whimsical landscapes were displayed with cardboard cutouts of cartoonish children looking happy with baskets at their feet. Danny stood between them, his smile as large as ever, and just behind him were two white curtains. "And welcome back to the final part, and final challenge of…"

"KEEP! THAT! CROWN!" The audience cheered.

"And what a night this has been, our first televised breech, a bonus £50,000, and a couch as a bonus prize as well! But all good things must come to an end, and here it is. The bunny trail! As we get ready for Easter, we have all of these children on the bunny trails waiting for easter eggs. But who will deliver them? Why none other than our very own easter bunnies!"

The white curtains went up revealing the final two mums-to-be wearing little white dresses, knee high boots, white bunny ears, and even had little cotton ball tails. But were visibly distressed, and trying their best not to push. Danny strolled up to them, chipper as ever, and began his interview with them.

"So Scarlett, Jenna, you are our finalists. How are you both feeling?"

Jenna just gave a grunting moan, while Scarlett glared, red-eyed as she tried to keep her legs together to stop herself from pushing. "Just… Eunnnngh! Just… I can't… Start it already!"

"I can't start it yet," Danny laughed, unfazed by Scarlett's desperation. She moaned as he turned to the audience and began explaining the final challenge. "Now our Easter Bunnies" Danny said, gesturing to Jenna and Scarlett, "Must deliver eggs to each of the children's baskets on the bunny trail. As you can see, each side has no less than nine baskets. But, here's the kicker. You must deliver the eggs one at a time, no pun intended." The audience laughed again at his joke, and Danny continued. "You must also hold the egg in both hands as you go, as they are quite fragile. And if you drop one-" Danny dropped the egg, made of delicate blown glass, and it shattered to pieces on the ground, , "-you must return to the beginning to get a new one."

Danny turned as if done, but spun back as he 'remembered' the final rule. "And lastly, how do bunnies get around? They hop of course!" He mimed the required motion, the audience laughing at his antics while both Jenna and Scarlett paled in apprehension. "First to deliver all nine eggs is the winner. But! Even if your opponent gives in and gives birth, you must complete the challenge to collect the grand prize. So as you hippity-hoppity, make sure you…" "KEEP THAT CROWN!" "On your marks, get set…. GO!" The Klaxon sounded, and different music, a classic children's easter song, pumped into the studio as Jenna and Scarlett began. "And right away, we see that both mum's are having a bit of trouble with the hopping. Jenna can barely make the movement, and though Scarlett can hop she is having her own difficulties… Try to keep those legs together Scarlett!"

"Aaaaaaooooowwww, shut uuuup!" Scarlett moaned as she hopped forward, pausing after each one. Jenna, for her part, was barely able to get her formerly petite frame to perform even a small hop due to the size of her belly. She sobbed out with each attempt, her belly heaving and rippling with each of the violent motions.

"Come on Jenna, I know you can do it! The eggs are about one hop away and you can start delivering them!" Danny's words were meant to be encouraging, but Jenna moaned something, and he moved in to hear better. "What was that sweetie?"'

Jenna panted heavily, each breath sounding as if she had someone sitting on her chest. "P..p..please…don't…say…'deliver'"

Danny laughed as he backed off, "Fair enough, hard enough to keep your mind off of that right now I'd imagine."

On the other side, Scarlett had managed to collect her first egg and was only a few hippity-hoppities to the first basket when she yelled out, dropping the egg as she grabbed at her belly. "AH! OW, SHIT!" The egg shattered on the ground, and Scarlett nearly cried, stomping her feet as she tried her best to stop herself from pushing. "Language Scarlett!" Danny said in mock indignation, "It's a good thing It’s after 9, ha ha ha!"

Scarlett didn't look anything close to resembling amused, but just turned back to hop for a new egg. Jenna, meanwhile, had only just made it to the table and was leaning heavily on it, vocalizing with each breath, clearly about to give in and push. But as her contraction ended, she found new strength and grabbed her first egg and began hopping towards her own trail. Scarlett, not to be outdone, managed to get her second first attempt and moved back towards her goal. She was hit with another, hard contraction, but this time she braced herself, stopped hopping and stayed hunched over her belly, groaning, but high in her throat, doing her best not to push. Surviving the contraction, she hopped and gently laid the egg in the first basket. It lit up with a 'DING' and she flinched at the loud noise, one hand diving under her belly to provide support against the hopping trip back.

Jenna had just barely managed to get her egg to the first basket without dropping it, but had also laid hers in it's spot with a 'DING'. "And we're one and one right now ladies and gentlemen! And both mums are returning to the table… and as Scarlett takes a moment to breathe through the next contraction… or is she pushing?" "N-n-nooooOOOO!" "Well alrighty then! Jenna picks her next egg and is off again, Scarlett not far behind in her own delivery of the second egg… Oh, sorry Jenna, didn't mean to say that word again…"

Both women moved on, quickly depositing their second, third, fourth and fifth eggs without issue. But by now, both of them were screaming with each contraction, both had large bulges visible under their short dresses, and the floor was starting to get slick with various fluids. The crowd was cheering and chanting non-stop as they watched the struggling women. By now, both Jenna and Scarlett had to stop after each hop, and Jenna was clearly giving in, pushing as she went, but every time the head made a little progress, it went straight back in, despite the vigorous encouragement the hopping gave. Scarlett wasn't pushing with her hopping, but she cried out with each contraction, and felt the head threatening to pop out with each movement, but as long as she kept her legs together… "AUGH!" She cried out, making one last hop and setting egg six into it's basket.

She turned around as quickly as she could, hearing the 'DING' of Jenna's sixth basket as well. Gritting her teeth, she began the grueling journey back to the table. "And both mums have gotten to basket six!" Danny cried out, putting a hand on his forehead, "For both mums, this is a new record! Let's see who will make it!" Both made it to the table once again, with Scarlett simply grabbing the next egg and moving off, but Jenna gripped it with white knuckles as she shook, clearly pushing. "I… I CAN'T DO IT!" She cried out, and sank down, squatting through the next contraction.

"Don't push Jenna!" Danny called out, and the Audience redoubled their chanting. "KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!" Jenna screamed and pushed, but as the contraction ended, she panted heavily, the head, not only not out yet, but STILL retracting back inside. "I… I got this!" Jenna said as the contraction ended.

The audience lost their minds as she took the next egg and hopped away. "AMAZING!" Danny shouted as she moved on, “Let's go number seven!" Scarlett was held up by her own contraction, nearly dropping the egg. She knew that if she dropped it, she might as well give in and push. Jenna was right behind her, and any mistake now would cost her the whole thing.

"Gotta… stayyyyyyy!" She shook as she locked her hips, doing her best not to push or let the contraction progress the head any more. The head was permanently bulging now, slightly visible with each hop. She hopped, but began to lose hope as she heard Jenna's seventh basket ding before she had quite gotten there. Scarlett's seventh went only a few seconds after, but at this stage with how hard it was to keep moving, it was a huge lead. "Jenna's catching up Scarlett, come on, you can do this!"

Scarlett growled and began hopping back, yowling as she forced herself to hop through a contraction. "Oh…oh…goooOOOOooodddd…. So…much…too…much…pressure…." She groaned to herself as she made it back to the table. She looked up to see Jenna there as well, leaning over and breathing heavily through her own contraction. With a growl, Scarlett snatched up her last egg and began hopping. Hearing a similar cry of effort behind her, she knew Jenna was doing the same.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! NECK AND NECK, ON THE NINTH AND FINAL EGG!" Danny exclaimed, "IT'S NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE!" "No kidding,” Jenna groaned, as she continued, bellowing as she forced herself to keep hopping through the next contraction. She made it to the final basket and dropped the egg in, the final 'DING' a glorious sound, and turned to see where Scarlett was… only to see her staring at her as well, dumbfounded, her own basket lit up too.

"Its… A TIE?" Danny called out, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" The crowd, prompted by screens that Jenna and Scarlett couldn't see, began a new chant. "SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE!"

Danny strolled forward as both of the laboring mums leaned over their knees, grunting and screaming as they tried not to birth their babies. "Scarlett and Jenna. As you have tied in the final event, we now move into Sudden Life!" The crowd cheered as Danny took an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and broke a red wax seal on it. "To break this tie on the bunny trail, each mother must return to the table and continue delivering eggs to the ninth basket! Last to give birth wins the original prize, and an additional bonus of £50,000, bringing our jackpot to £200,000!"

The Klaxon blared as the crowd cheered, and both of them nearly in tears, Jenna and Scarlett began hopping their way back. It only took three hops before Jenna collapsed, crying. "No more, NO MORE! I caaaaaann't!" Afraid that she would get back up again, Scarlett continued hopping, not daring to push, hardly daring to breathe as she moved, only panting in short bursts between movements. She made it back to the table and began hopping back, but dropped her egg as the most powerful contraction she'd had all night rammed into her like a freight train. She shook life a leaf as she struggled to not push, to not move, to not to not not…. With a cry, Jenna gave in first. She had tried to get back up, but took one more hop and had given in completely, sinking into a deep squat, pushing with all her might, unable to stop her body's natural instincts one second longer. The head, fully visible under her dress was bulging more and more and more until with a burst of fluids, it popped out of her completely.

"AND WE HAVE A WINNER!" Danny called, moving over to congratulate Scarlett, "YOU'VE WON £200,000!" Scarlett couldn't care less aside from one thing. She had won. It was over. She didn't have to resist anymore. She fell to her knees, not caring about the scraping from the hard fall and bellowed, low and long, the sound getting higher and higher pitched as she fully gave into the unbearable pressure. It burned, it burned so bad as she pushed and pushed. Just when she didn't think she could stretch any farther, with a sudden high pitched cry, the head burst free. "Oh…oh thank god! Ohh…"

Danny stepped forward, all smiles. "Unbelievable night! Well, we're out of time for tonight, but we'll see you all next time, and remember to…

"KEEP THAT CROWN!"

Where do I sign up?

tv show where people give birth competitively and try to have the longest, most painful birth possible live on television for everyone to see. the last person to tap out wins a million dollars. there are dozens of contestants, and usually people are only accepted onto the show if they're pregnant with more than 3 or 4 babies or if their babies have something about them that make the birth process more difficult (big, nonhuman, wrong position, etc) so it's already more difficult than just competing against the average person. every participant is constantly made fully aware that they're live on television, being followed around by a crew and always being told to spread their legs so that a crew member can point a big camera directly at their aching stretched cunt for the whole world to see <3

The King's Wrath

Got this on my other account, so here you go!

Contains: Childbirth, birth denial, monster pregnancy, sadism, pushingbabybackin, mpreg, tmpreg, about 4.6k words

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The king was livid. As Armand was escorted from the prison, he felt the head of his first child pressing against his cervix. After a long wait, it was finally time, but he wasn't excited.

His swollen belly sunk between his knees, curving his back inwards painfully. His wide load was too large to be just human children, and he knew it. He just didn't want to believe it. After a couple nights spent between his king and a dragonborn vagabond, he fell pregnant. The witch doctor had exposed his affair, and no one knew who the father of his children was.

As he was bathed in the sunlight of the throne room, he laid eyes upon his majesty. King Leon Albaine the third was no dragon born. Standing at 5 feet and two inches, the gnome had long, flowing brown hair, clever green eyes, under brows that nearly covered them in anger, and a long and full beard.

Despite his stature, Leon was a rock of a man. He could win nearly any battle…

…Except this one. 

He looked down upon Armand with dark eyes. 

“Leon I-”

“Silence.” The gnome said coldly. “Have you thought about what you’ve done?” 

Armand nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

“I doubt that. Your whoring has ruined me. My kingdom thinks that I am weak, that I allow my consorts to float about. I must show them that is not the case.” He said. 

Armand looked up at him, wondering how he would do that. He had already thrown him in prison and denounced him. What more could he do?

“Essence!”

The dreaded witch instantly appeared by his side, her silver hair floating on a non existent breeze. 

“The book, please.” He said.

With a sly smirk, she handed it to him. He took his glasses from his cape and turned the pages quickly.

“By Aryulan customs, and unfaithful consort with be punished on display in front of the kingdom. On the throne, she will birth her children, chained to the crest of the Albaine crown.” 

Armand’s eyes dropped open. He looked up at Leon in complete shock. “What?”

Leon closed the book. “It is a tradition held by my bloodline since my great, great grandmother Leonna and her “wife”. It is as it says.”

He turned and pointed to the large crest on the wall above his throne. It gleamed with the pride of generations. 

“When your water breaks, you will sit on this throne and birth your bastards. My subjects will watch and cheer at your pain as you did mine.” He continued.

“Leon-”

“Spit my name from your mouth. The privilege to call me that expired after you broke my heart!” He shouted.

Armand sniffed. “But your majesty. What will this solve? You said that you loved me. How could you hurt someone that you love?”

The gnome king squinted and turned his back on him. “I could ask you the same question.” He replied. 

~~~

Armand sat up in his cell panting through contractions. He hoped that if he didn't do anything, his water wouldn't break. Maybe then, Leon would have time to get over this tantrum; and he could give birth normally.

But he was exhausted, two days in and he felt as if his baby would burst out of him like a rocket. Why couldn't he have felt like this the month before? Before Leon knew that he had cheated. 

It was all Essence’s fault. That damn witch. She ruined everything. If it weren't for her gossiping tongue, he wouldn't be in this situation. His heart raced in anger, just from the thought of her and her smug face. 

Why did she have to-

His thought was suddenly interrupted by a cramp that drew his huge belly in. He gasped in surprise and pain. His baby's head slammed into his cervix, bringing tears to his eyes.

“Oh Gods!” He whispered.

The one time that he needed this baby to stay in, it wanted to come out. Kids never listen!

Slowly, he scooted up the wall, recovering from his contraction. As he did, he felt something burst, and all of a sudden, he was soaked. 

“Curses!” He whispered

He didn't have much time left. He knew that the guards stood in the hallway, periodically checking on him and his stubborn womb. If he was going to do this, he had to make it as quick and quiet as possible. 

His robes were heavy and full, surely they could conceal him. Feeling another cramp begin, he scooted back and leaned against the wall to support his back. If he spread his legs it would be too obvious that something was going on, so he sat in a butterfly position. 

His belly hung low between his legs, just barely touching the ground that he sat on. Quickly, he swiveled his head and listened for the guards. He didn't see or hear any, so they were probably just outside.

He took the hem of his robe, stepped on one side and pulled as hard as he could, ripping it. He stuck the makeshift rag in his mouth, hoping to muffle any sounds that came from his pain. 

He already felt bruised on the inside, the head pressed hard against him, starting to poke its way through before he had even begun to push. 

He sat back on his butt, lifting his pussy as it started to bloom. He sighed into the rag, leaning back on his hands to support himself. Under his robes, a gush of fluid burst from him as he first began to push. 

He bit down on the rag, but kept his eyes open, watching and listening for any guards. His face heated with effort and his ears rang as he bore down. He could just barely see his large burden shrink with contraction under his dress. He just hoped that no one else would notice from afar that he was giving birth. 

The head was wide and long. Each soft scale brushed against his cervix as it entered his birth canal. He could feel thick mucus dribble out of his pussy and into his slick panties.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed again; eyes wide open in case someone came in. With his hips angled downwards, the head parted his pussy quickly and quietly.

“Mhm!” He grunted into the rag as the head reached his opening. He stopped pushing and panted through his nose. His big belly rose and fell with each breath. Just drawing air spread him farther. In just moments, he was overwhelmed with a searing pain. 

Quickly, he clapped his hand over his mouth, choking back a guttural scream. Moaning into his palm he threw his head back and rocked his hips. If he pushed now, he was sure to cry out and blow his cover. 

He felt his baby’s head move within him every time that he took a breath. The urge to push was overwhelming, but he knew that he couldn't. This was the birth of his baby that was in jeopardy, who knows what Leon would do to him if he was caught.

“Hmph-” He grunted, angling his hips downwards. The head spread him open and the scales scraped his bruising hole. He bit down on his lip to keep from crying out.

Why had he done this? He was no dragon! These scales felt like hot iron inside of him, tearing his birth canal. 

He moaned into the rag as he felt his baby move down again. There was so much pressure that he could hardly take it. His belly warped with movement and contractions, as if whatever was inside of him would burst from his womb. 

Slick with fluids, the head slowly slid down, pushing his pussy outwards. He gritted his teeth into the rag and took in the deepest breath that he could. Armand wrenched his eyes shut and bore down. 

Hot tears slipped from his tightened eyes and cascaded onto his full breasts, weighed down by milk. His belly nearly flattened against him as he pushed. Fluid spurted into his robes and the first half of the head popped out with a soaking squelch. 

He gasped through his nose, shocked by the sudden sensation. His pussy and hips were spread to their limit. The stretched, bulging skin of his opening burned, trembling over the baby's head. The pain was unbearable and the heat radiated throughout his body. 

His robes kept all of his pain and sweat close, choking him with fever. He threw his head back against the wall, his heart racing in his chest. 

He tried to push, but the pain was too great. The head only bulged his pussy. He felt as if he was going to split apart from the sheer size. This baby was going to tear him to shreds. 

Suddenly, he heard the sound of  voices at his door. He jumped, nearly forgetting the agony that he was in. He clenched for just one second and cried into the rag. That one moment of surprise caused part of the head to slip back into him, scraping his pussy along the way. 

He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as his belly contracted once more, slipping the head back out again. He was fully stretched and he knew that he couldn't take much more.

Still, the voices grew closer. They were approaching him. Quickly, he spit the rag from his mouth and hid it between his falling breasts. His robes were colored with dark red, purple, and crimson dyes; the wetness of his labor was concealed by them. 

He forced himself from the wall, but stayed in position, keeping his legs open for the baby. As the voices drew near, his heart sank as a familiar cadence entered his ears. 

Leon.

What would the gnome king say when he saw him? Had he come to taunt and scorn him once more? Had the storm passed? Could Armand beg for his forgiveness?

As the lock to his prison turned, he knew that his questions would soon be answered. 

“Has anything changed?” He asked. 

“Nothing yet, your majesty. The prisoner has been quiet.” The guard said. 

He could feel the look of annoyance in Leon’s voice. “And you didn't bother to check what that meant? He could be in labor!” He exclaimed. 

“My apologies. I was under the impression that you didn't care, sire.” The guard spluttered. 

“Of course I care. I made a vow to my kingdom. I cannot allow him to escape his fate.” He hissed. 

Armand's heart dropped. There was no way that Leon would let him birth his child here if he was discovered. On the inside, his child kicked and he instinctively reached for his gravid belly. He had to keep them safe somehow. 

The door finally opened and Leon entered the chamber. His face was stuck in a permanent, pensive frown. He barged into the prison, knowing that in some way, he owned Armand. For the first time since they had last laid together, Leon looked down on him. 

The two stared at each other in silence, watching through the bars. 

“M-my…my king.” Armand whimpered, his lower lip quivering. 

Leon only looked down in silence. The only sounds that Armand could hear were the desperate beats of his heart in his ears, and his own, labored breaths. 

“Why have you come to see me?” He asked. 

Without a word, Leon unlocked the door to the cell and walked in. He stood over Armand, red in the face with rage. 

“Stand.” He commanded.

Armand blinked rapidly. His baby’s head hung between his legs, still stretching him. 

“What?” He asked. 

Leon sneered. “You dare question your king? I told you to stand!”

Armand swallowed back tears and looked up at his king. His legs shook even as he sat, his hips were wide open and his body was weak. There was no way that he could do that. 

“I… I can't.” He whispered. 

Leon frowned. “What?” 

“I can't!” He exclaimed.

Leon’s breath hitched. “Why not?” He asked. 

He reached to touch his aching roundness, tears spilling from his eyes. 

“My baby is coming.” He wept. 

“What?”

“I am in the throes of labor, my king. I am in great pain.” He continued.

Leon's eye twitched. Before he could say anything more, his robes were pulled up. In his panties was a large, bloody bulge, writhing with every breath that he took. 

“Please, Leon. I just want to have my baby.” Armand cried. 

The King's face warped. His face and ugly mix of disgust and anger, but Armand could also see fear in his eyes. Under  the blood and fluids were crimson scales under thin brown hair, markings of a dragon born.

“I knew it.” Leon whispered. 

“Leon-”

“Guards!” He shouted. 

As footsteps rang through the dungeon, Armand loomed back to Leon with watery eyes. 

“Please, my king. Have mercy!” He cried. 

Leon stuck out his chin and flared his nostrils with a deep frown. “No.” Was all that he said. 

In an instant, he reached for Armand's nethers and palmed the baby’s head. 

“What are you do-AAAUGH!”

In one said motion, he shoved the head back inside of his birth canal, entering him and far as he could. 

Without thinking, Armand kicked him in the shoulder, throwing him back. Leon's eyes gleamed with rage.

“Stop it!” Armand cried. 

Another contraction ripped through him, blinding him with pain. His head was overcome by heat. Guards rushed in, one kneeled by Leon’s side.

They grabbed under his arms and forced him to his feet. He screeched in agony and his baby slipped down inside of him, scraping his insides. Liquid ran down his leg as a guard pushed his back.

“Walk.” He commanded. 

This time, Armand didn't argue. Shakily, he stepped forward, letting the guards rush him to the throne room. 

~~~

With a deep gasp, he awoke. He leaned forward, but found himself stuck. First, he looked down. His belly was still full with his spawn, rippling with contractions. Blood ran down the golden throne to his bare feet. 

His breasts weeped milk onto his roundness, and a tight, leather garment bound his pussy. 

He pressed forward, but was stopped by the chains around his wrist. The cuffs were tight and pulled his arms upwards towards the crest that hung high above the royal throne. 

“Ungh!” He pushed, but it was no use. The leather held him tight, keeping his baby inside. 

Tears filled his eyes as they left his own body. The throne room was filled with spectators, men and women, drinking, betting, laughing. They all watched as the king entered the stage, his eyes on Armand.

“You're awake.” He muttered. 

“Le- HAH!” He gasped. The baby's head pressed against the leather, filling him painfully. 

“Save your strength, my dear. You will need it to birth your little monsters.” He crooned, stroking his cheek. 

Quickly, Armand turned his head and bit down, but he only caught the air. 

Leon grinned. “Calm down now, I’m only trying to make this easier for you.” He said. 

Armand panted. “How is any of this easy?” He demanded. 

Leon shrugged. “At least after this, that first dragonette is bound to come shooting out of you.”

Turning around, he lifted his leg and pressed his foot against his crotch. Armand's vision swam as the pain raced through his body. His belly flattened against him, trying with no avail to get the baby out.

Still, he looked up at the king with contempt. “You never said you would do this to me.” He hissed.

“That was before you tried to escape the consequences of your actions.” Leon replied. 

He looked out into the crowd. “Do you see them?” He asked, referring to his subjects. “They're betting on how many babies you'll release from your lying lips and what they will be.”

He turned back to Armand with a sly smile. “I bet you don't even know what's living inside of you.” He teased. He placed a palm on his writhing belly and Armand could do nothing about it. 

“You are sick!” Armand hissed. 

Leon's eyebrows bounced on his forehead. “Watch what you say. I could have you laboring even longer if I do please.” He said. “You're lucky that I only decided to delay your birth by a day as punishment for your tricks.” 

Armand's breath hitched, but in his quest for words, he came up with nothing. 

“Maybe this will give you some time to think about what you've done.” Leon replied. 

After that, he turned on his heel and started to walk away. Armand pulled on the chains, fruitlessly trying to catch up to him. 

“You can't do this!” He cried. “You have to let me give birth! It hurts! Please!”

His only answer was Leon walking off of the stage and sitting in the crowd. A sadistic smile spread across his face as he watched Armand writhe in pain.

~~~

The sun rose and set and Armand labored all the while. After so much time, he didn't care that he was naked and on display for the whole kingdom to see. He had to push. 

He spread his legs as wide as they could go and angled his hips off of the throne. The leather made his efforts fruitless, pressing against him tightly, pushing his baby back inside his battered pussy. 

He had no strength left to cry or scream, all that he could do was wait. The crowd watched him with hungry eyes, betting on his life, the life of his babies. 

Through the stained glass windows of the throne room, the sun beat down on him, freckling and tanning his brown skin. He was covered in cold sweat and birthing fluids that ran down the throne, covering the stairs. 

He whimpered and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to end. Through the deafening agony, he heard footsteps and just barely opened his eyes. 

Leon approached him, dressed in all of his royal garb. His crown resting on top of his head. His face was hardened, but he still glowed with sadism. 

“How are you doing, darling?” He asked, lifting Armand's chin. 

Armand winced and shivered. “I’m. Fine.” He whispered shortly.  

Leon tilted his head and smiled. “Aw, look at you, putting on a brave face. You really are a gem.” He said. 

“It's too bad that you just couldn't be satisfied with me, we could have had great times together.” He crooned. 

Armand sniffed. “I want nothing to do with you.” He growled. 

“That's too bad.” He paused and pressed a hand down on Armand's tight belly. The laboring man cried out in pain and fluids spurted from his pussy. Blood flowed down the stairs, decorating them in gore. 

“Maybe I’ll have you go another day. The crowd seems to like you. Did you know that you're the first to do this in seventy nine years?” He taunted. 

Armand couldn't answer, still crying from the torture.  He couldn't even move to soothe himself. He was completely vulnerable and stuck. His baby writhed inside of him, pressing against the leather garment. 

“You can either denounce yourself for your children or… well, leave it up to fate.” Leon teased. 

Armand gasped. “Just let me give birth to my babies.” 

Leon shrugged. “It's your choice.”

With a pensive pause, Armand turned towards the crowd. He hung his head, looking down at his bloodied crotch. 

“I, Armand of Belfdale, renounce my place as consort. Due to my unfaithfulness, I have brought this upon myself. I would be honored for his majesty to let me release my bastards against his throne.” He said. 

Almost instantly, the crowd began to boo him. Throwing their food and drinks towards the throne. The uproar burned his ears and tears fell from his eyes.

Leon turned back to him, but he didn't bother to look into his cold green eyes again. 

“Well, they seem excited.” He said. 

Armand stayed silent. 

“Surely, you can wait until they calm down.”

~~~

Night fell and Armand's consciousness was weak. He rose and fainted multiple times during dinner. He knew that this couldn't continue for much longer. 

This time, a guard stepped up to the plate. He couldn't see his face through his helmet, but he seemed nervous. 

“The king is graciously allowing you to give birth.” He said. 

Armand panted heavily, watching the rise and fall of his own belly.

Without another word, the young guard undid the leather straps and slowly pulled them down and off of his ankles. Armand spread his legs. His contractions had weakened over time, but he still needed to push. He was going to deliver these babies. 

He angled his hips off of the throne and whimpered as his baby's scaley head reentered his ruined hole. He wrenched his eyes shut and turned away from the crowd as they jeered. 

He wished that he could rub his belly, feel the head and tell his little baby that everything would be okay, but he was chained, terrified and in grave pain. He had to do this quickly. 

He pressed his chin to his chest and pushed, barely even having a voice left. A high pitched whine slipped between his teeth as he was once again, stretched to his limit. 

Even when the weak contraction stopped, he kept pushing,forcing his baby lower. Suddenly, the head popped out of him and a gush of fluids that he didn't know he had in him vacated his body. 

He gasped and leaned forward, pulling on the chains. His baby’s scales had hardened inside of him and scraped against his vagina. Still, he pressed on. 

Bearing down again, the baby's neck and shoulders slowly slipped out. They sank heavily into his pussy, pulling the rest of the body out. Before he could react, his first baby fell onto the stage.

Armand gasped and leaned forward as much as he could. The little girl squirmed, opened her mouth and finally cried. Despite the pain that he was in, Armand felt relieved. 

“It's okay, I'm here. It's okay.” He whispered to her. 

As she cried, another, stronger contraction rushed through him. His belly tightened and he felt his pussy stretch, but he didn't even realize that he was pushing until his second baby fell onto the ground next to her sister.

He and the crowd gasped in unanimous surprise. This girl had no scales and a full head of curly brown hair. Her birth had been so fast that Armand barely had time to react. Neither did his body. 

After he saw her, his pussy throbbed with horrible pain. He winced and spread his legs as he lost more blood. At this point, he was so swollen that he was becoming numb. 

Despite birthing two babies, his belly hadn't gone down by much. He still felt full and restless. Inside him, another baby writhed and kicked impatiently. Now that their siblings were free, they were next.

The head pressed against his loose cervix, his hips popped, and he felt as if he was going to break apart. His belly lurched with another contraction. 

The crowd cheered wildly, excited for another, longer birth. He wasn't concerned about them though, their shouts were dulled by the pain that he was in.

Armand could hear his heartbeat in his ears, rushing especially quickly as his babies cried from the floor. He had to get to them. 

All of a sudden, he felt something snap and searing hot agony permeated his hips. He shrieked, crying out. Something was wrong, this baby was pushing him past his limits. 

Despite how hard he was pushing, the baby wouldn't move any further. The scaly head pressed him open, forcing his legs as far apart as they could go.

“AUGHH!” He screamed. His voice shook and cracked from effort. He could feel the veins in his forehead popping. Still, he pushed fruitlessly. 

A wave of amniotic fluid flushed from him, soaking the stairs of the stage and the throne. There was nothing else, his hips were stuck open and he felt as if he was going to burst. He had to do something. Anything!

For the first time in hours he lifted his head, facing the crowd. Gasps and whispers followed his gaze as he planted his feet and slowly stood. His big belly poked out in front of him, full of the large baby he was carrying. 

His hips protested greatly, but he held himself up. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he pushed once more. 

“HUAAAGH!”

Pink fluid spilled from him as he bore down. His pussy bulged out as the head finally entered his birth canal. He lunged and pushed again, feeling the baby's head press against the outside world.

This head was even harder than his oldest daughter's, and blood ran down his legs as the scales cut him. He put his chin to his chest and pulled on the chains. His baby was depending on him. 

As much as he could, he squatted. His belly constricted against him and he whimpered loudly. His large load sank as the baby's head finally popped out of his vagina, opening it completely. 

He pushed down, pulling on the chains. He spread his legs as wide as he could. The baby’s weight filled him and bulged him out. He felt as if his organs were going to fall from him. 

Briefly, he stopped pulling and gasped for air. He opened his eyes and looked up at Leon. The king stared down at him with hardened eyes, watching as his pussy slowly released this monster of a baby. 

Armand curled his lip, looked into his eyes and pushed again. The scales scraped him and opened his mouth and screamed, still looking into Leon’s eyes. He and his babies were going to make it, Leon wasn't his master, even if he was chained. 

With his momentum, he pulled against the restraints as his baby's shoulders left his body with a squelch. The child hung still inside of him and he tried to push, but he felt something poking him. 

The bony structure on his child’s back stuck into the scrapes that he already had. Tears filled his eyes as they slid down, ripping his pussy. 

Blood dropped at his feet, planted in front of the fruits of his labor. His head swam and his eyes twitched. He looked up at Leon, who looked down at him. He wasn't sure, but it looked like a smirk crossed his face.

Leon thought that he was weak. He’d show him.

He pulled on the chains as hard as he could and pushed. His baby tore into him as it came down. His baby spilled from him and the bony structures unfolded just below his vagina. 

Wings.

“AAAUGH!”

He pulled on the chains and gave one final push. As he did, a deafening bang rang from behind him. Quickly, he swiveled his head around as the Albaine crest was forced from the wall.

The sudden change sent Armand sprawling to the ground beside his babies, as his son fell from his wounded womb. The crest crushed the throne, kicking up hundreds of years of dust.

The crowd immediately ran for the doors. In the panic, the king's mobile throne was dropped. Armand watched in horror as he fell into the audience and was trampled.

With the subjects in terror and the knights trying to rescue the king, everyone has forgotten about Armand. He took that as his chance. In the chaos he ran to grab a tablecloth. Quickly, he grabbed his children and disappeared into the night. Never to be seen again. 

sitting on the couch, a heavily pregnant sub on my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, screaming as the first 12lbs baby is forcing its way through their birth canal. their big bump pressing against my stomach, letting me feel how hard and tight it is and how much it shrinks during each agonizing contraction. they want to push so bad but i won't let them, not yet.