“HELP ME, I’M DYING, IT HURTS SO BAAAAAD!”
Tyffany’s mother gave her a disdainful look over the romance novel she was reading. She’d started it when her slutty teenage daughter had started complaining about the contractions. She flipped a few pages, checking. She only had two chapters left.
The swollen little whore didn’t look anything like those cute preggo pics she posted all over the internet now. Her eyes were blood shot, her lips bloody from biting them as the contractions got harder and faster.
“I gotta push, mom, help me, please! Oh, God, the pressure! Gotta PUSH!”
Tyfanny let out a strangled scream as she bore down, terror painting her young face. She resumed her pleas for help when the contractions died, pitching her aching body side to side in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic about it, Missy. This is what you get for opening your legs for that football player, and posting naked pictures of your slutty ass all over. This is the end game. Ain’t so cute now, huh?”
Tyfanny pushed for over an hour, moaning and crying as the massive linebacker’s baby tore the sensitive tissues of her still tight cunty on its way into the world. Her vision greyed out and she let out an almost inhuman howl when she crowned, the burn turning to a searing agony when she proved unable to move it from that widest point.
“Help me, mom, PLEASE! It’s stuck! I’m sorry I was a whore, please help me, IT HURTS SO MUCH.” Tyfanny was sobbing, her legs spread obscenely wide with the giant head rimming her pussy opening.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do, girl? Grab your legs and PUSH, dumbass,” her mother snarked, unmoved by her daughter’s predicament. She’d moved on to embroidering a baby blanket now, her book finished.
Tyfanny grabbed the back of her thighs and pushed and pushed, writhing around to try to dislodge the head. It was a good ten minutes before it finally shot forward, shocking the traumatized girl into a plaintive cry.
She had just seconds to recover from the shock before the shoulders were ramming their way through her battered slit. She felt the exact moment her asshole ripped, just after the sensitive skin of her cunty gave way with a violent tear.
Her mom later put the picture she took right then as the background of Tyfanny’s phone: her legs spread wide, pussy gaped and bleeding, laying in her own birth fluids on her childhood bedspread, her face a mask of shock as she lifted her baby to a swollen tit.
She swore she’d post it online if the little whore ever opened her legs again. Tyfanny believed her.