"shit, shit, shit!" i whisper-yell, unsteadily approaching the staircase, one hand gripping the wall and the other gripping the underside of my visibly squeezing torpedo-shaped belly. as i desperately waddle down the hall towards the stairs, i wiggle out of my jean shorts and lace thong, mindlessly leaving them in a clump on the floor behind me. i stagger closer and closer to my goal, the staircase, taking a shaky breath with each step, before i grit my teeth and dig my nails into whatever i can grab again. another contraction; this time much sooner after the last, and much more intense.
a low, frenzied growl escapes my throat from behind my clenched teeth, my knees just shy of folding underneath me. i relent holding up my belly and quickly snake my hand to my aching cunt, my belly proceeding to droop down as soon as i let it go. my fingers move hastily, traveling into my abused hole to check my dilation, when i gasp in shock.
the top of my baby's head greets my fingertips almost immediately.
"no no no no no no... this can't be happening...! not so fast!!" i plead with the babe making their way down my canal. at this rate, i won't be able to wait until master gets home. this little one feels like they could just fall out of me.
once the contraction disabling me subsides, i get back to the task at hand— getting downstairs to the birthing area master set up for me, never removing my now soaked hand from between my thighs. step after step, i force my feet forward, finally reaching the top of the stair railing. i can begin to see the large dog bed with pillows and blankets and stuffies master had set up for our home birth, and craning my neck i can even make out the tripod and camera you set up as well.
but just as soon as that seed of hope began to sprout, it withers away as yet another contraction builds within me. this time, i can't help but whine out, crying for mercy as if i would ever be getting any. and instead of mercy, what i'm met with is the approaching sound of master's car pulling into the driveway. riding this one out wasn't an option; contraction or not, i needed to get to my place before you walked in. or i'd be in big trouble.
i bit my lip and grimaced furiously as i took the first step down. i felt like just crumpling over right then and there, but that was out of the question. my right leg moved on its own, stepping further down. and with it, down moved baby, their head slotting perfectly against my folds, filling up the palm of my hand. eyes widened, i look down at my visibly squeezing belly.
"oh my god... oh my god!!! oh god, oh god..." i refuse to linger in this moment, painfully continuing my desperate descent down the staircase.
before i'm even halfway down, it's too much. my body takes control, unable to bear the self-imposed denial anymore. my hands fly to the rails on either side of me, my legs part, and i squat, pushing against my will. and with that push comes the loudest scream i've ever let out, animalistic and guttural. it isn't pretty, it's primal. and it's out of my control.
i was so caught up in what was happening, i failed to notice the jingling of your keys, the rattling of the doorknob, the squeaking of the opening door hinges, and my master standing in the doorway, the door wide open for everyone in the neighborhood to hear me give birth.
the pushing ceases, and i pant like the dog i am, coming to my senses for long enough to notice you staring directly at the crown between my dripping thighs.
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