Adventures of You: Public Birth
        Youâre going to have a baby.
        I am aware this is the worst possible spot, but your body doesnât seem to care. Fully dressed, in front of everyone, no privacy in sight. Theyâre going to watch. Theyâre going to SEE you. Youâre going to give birth, right here, a crowd watching you at your most helpless, your most feminine.
        I know, it hurts. Itâs supposed to hurt to become a mother. Itâs squeezing, pulling, the head is sitting so low. But with how long youâve been denying the state youâre in, I suppose youâre lucky that your-
        ⊠Ah, there they go. Your waters. Leaking from between your legs as your face burns with shame. That scent, deep and musky, like sex and something else, something so much more. And the massive wet spot its making. Just look at the state of you, full-bellied, panties and pants soaked with birthing juices. Beautiful.
        I know you donât want to do this here, but thatâs meaningless. The only thing that matters is the head pressing against your cervix. Over and over the pressure mounts. Youâre in hard labor, you canât stop it, canât resist it.
        Just give in. Open your legs. Become a mother.
        Push for me.
        Ahhhh, there we go! I saw that, the moment you gave in. Your instincts are so strong, your body wants to have this baby SOOO badly. Youâre fighting so hard, but we both know whatâs going to happen. Donât resist, let this crowd of strangers watch as you deliver a child for a man you donât even remember.
        Itâs coming! The head, youâre fully dilated, the head is starting to open you inside! It must feel incredible, stretching and pressure, the deep ache of your cervix opening further than it ever has before, but mixing with the feeling of being stimulated at your very deepest points, things being pressed on in ways you never imagined possible.
        Just breathe for me. Breathe during rests, and push with the pain. Focus on giving birth, no need to worry about your clothes. Theyâll just add to the enjoyment of your spectators. Just focus on having your baby, right here and now. No point in fighting it, just let it come.
        Puuuuush dear, just like that. Donât be nervous, let it all out. Scream for me, moan at the feeling of it, make little fists and curl your toes, be small or big, whatever feels right. Donât hold back, this is your moment, you at the most feminine you can be. Let them see you in your strongest yet most helpless, give birth to your child!
        Push push push, thatâs right, I know, I know it hurts, let it out, there we go. Cry and sob, itâs just fine, youâre just how you should be right now. Itâs so amazing, youâre starting to bulge under your panties, the head is getting close to crowning. Youâre going to be a mommy!
        It doesnât matter if you wanted it or not, doesnât matter how hard this will make the rest of your life. Itâs happening, all you can do is let your body bring life into the world for the man who decided that you should give birth for him. You HAVE to push, push with the pain dear!
        Yesss, good girl, youâre doing incredible, can you feel your lips starting to part? Come on, deep breath for me, and then PUUUUSHHHH!
        Shhhh, itâs ok, itâs ok dear, I know it burns, I know your baby is crowning into your pants. Everyone else can see it too, everyone here knows that youâre giving birth into your clothes right in front of them. Youâre so sexy, so incredible, even though it hurts. The burning is just going to get worse, but you can do it, I believe in you!
        Thatâs good thatâs good keep going keep pushing youâre such a good mommy just keep pushing that baby out of your aching, burning slit oh my goodness! The bulge is so big now, itâs obvious thereâs a baby between your legs, filling your ruined underwear. The head is almost at a full crown, youâre so incredible! Everyone here is savoring every moment of you birthing for them, even if the father is nowhere to be found. It doesnât matter, his job was to put a baby into your womb, and your job is to carry it for nine months and then birth for him. You can do this, itâs what your body is made for.
        Breathe for meâŠ
        PUUUSSSHHH!
        Keep going keep going keep going you can do this youâre so strong! I know it hurts, I know itâs terrible and everyone is looking, but just keep going you can do this! The head, dear the head, itâs about to come out, one more big push!
        Youâre so gushy today. I know you almost passed out from the feeling of the head squirting out into your underwear, the bulge is MASSIVE. Can you feel it? People keep running their hands over the head resting between your legs, cupping the head of the baby through the fabric of your jeans. Itâs a good thing they slipped nice and low under the pressure, otherwise you could have been stuck crowning for hours.
        Just the shoulders. Breathe as the baby turns, just focus on the hands of strangers rubbing between your legs, gasping in awe as they feel the head turn. Youâre so sexy right now, so utterly helpless to do anything about all the people watching you deliver your child into your clothes. Theyâre backing away, they know itâs time.
        Hon⊠itâs time.
        PUUUSSSHHH!!!
        One shoulder is out! And⊠the other one! The whole body is sliding out, your clothes are bagging, your did it!
        Oh my⊠people are taking pictures as you reach into your pants and panties and pull out your newborn. Youâre such a lovely single mom. And just think, all the videos everyone took will be all over within hours, everyone around the world will see you in your most frightening, helpless, intimate moment. Even the father of this child, wherever he is. Maybe heâll even come put another baby into your belly before he vanishes again.
        But for now, focus on the fact that you did it. You had a baby. You must be so proudâŠ
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