I haggardly stand at the stove cooking him dinner when another pain comes. I bite my lip and grip the wooden spoon hard. I’ve been in labor all day and I had hoped that I would have dropped his baby by now, giving me the chance to get out. It’s taken me months to get my affairs in order. Once I am empty of him I will run and never look back. I never wanted this. I never wanted to grow a baby for any man— not even my husband. I have made it clear that I didn’t want children. He didn’t care. Never did. I was always intended to be his own personal baby factory.
Another contraction ripples through me and I grip the handle of the oven, gritting my teeth. I run my hand over my large mound thats causing my dress to go taut. It’s been hours. Sweat coats my head, I can feel it drip down my back.
From his perspective I’ve been tolerant of what’s happening to me. I’m not pretending I’m happy about this situation. He knows I’m not and doesn’t care. But I’ve been careful to hide the fact that I’m terrified and will leave the moment I can. I don’t think he suspects anything.
I feel his arms wrap around my swollen abdomen. He’s been way more physical with me in this state than he ever was before he got me pregnant and I know this damn belly is the reason why. He’s always staring at me, touching me, fucking me, like he can’t get enough. It makes me sick.
I’m a week overdue and I know nothing about what’s growing inside me. I could care less. He’s never allowed me any hospital visits because he won’t allow any man or woman to see the parts of me that he claims belong to him. Probably for the best anyway, it never left me an opportunity to get attached. He told me he wouldn’t allow me to give birth anywhere other than in our home where it would be just him and me.
So he could watch as I scream and not be judged for how aroused giving birth would make him. He wanted a show.
I inhale as I feel a contraction creeping up, my stomach hardens under his touch. He stills behind me knowing what this means. It was a hard one and I can’t help the sob that escapes my throat.
“It’s time isn’t it?” He says. He reaches over and turns the burner off. “Dinner will have to wait,”
He turns me around. I start to panic, I have to do something to stall this or him… I don’t know. But I can’t give birth in front of him and not here where there’s no one to help me!
“M-Maybe I should go to the hospital…” I start, if I could get there I could have the staff kick him out. “You know, where it’s safer and they know what they’re doing,”
He chuckles. “Believe me, I know exactly what I’m doing. There’s not much to it you’re the one that has to do most of the work anyway,”
“Please, I would be much more comfortable there— what if something goes wrong!”
His eyes narrow. There’s no persuading him. “You’ll be fine, we’ve prepared for this. We have everything we need,” if I weren’t mistaken I’d say he looked anxious, in an excited way. “I’ll get everything ready” He headed upstairs.
Another contraction hit and I braced the counter in front of me to keep me up right. I moaned. I could feel a heavy weight descend deep inside me. It’s coming. I never wanted to feel this, I never wanted to know what this was like and now I don’t have a choice. This baby is about to tear its way out of me and he’s going to watch. Satisfied that he did this to me, that he made me do this for him. I can’t let this happen.
His baby dropped lower, I could feel the descent causing me to groan loudly. I couldn’t help it. As I groaned I lowered myself into a squat, still gripping the counter tightly above my head. I look toward the direction he left in hoping he didn’t hear me. It’s coming fast. I foolishly think I have a chance at delivering his baby before he gets back. Being in labor all day has hopefully paid off, I look towards the door to my salvation. All I have to do is…
As terrified as I am to do this I’m desperate to get it out quickly. I spread my legs wide apart beneath me, my dress allowing me the room I need. I read that squatting is the most efficient way to push out a baby. I have to get it out of me before he comes back— I won’t be made into a spectacle. If I can just get this life ruiner out of me I can leave. I’ll run and never look back so it can never happen again! I do my very best to keep quiet. My face straining with the effort to push and to prevent myself from making noise. I exhale through pursed lips, take another breath and push again. I don’t even wait for a contraction. I have to… get this… baby… OUT OF ME! I gasped.
“Ah!” I lean my head into my arm to muffle the noise. “Please, please, please!” I cry softly into my arm. I give another push closing my eyes. “Get out!” I growl. I push so hard and long that I didn’t notice my husband come back until I felt his hand reach under my backside between my legs.
I jumped in fear and cried out. I felt his fingers slip inside my wet pussy.
“Look at you…” he crooned.
“Stop!” I whimpered, still gripping the counter.
“I have to check your progress,” He put a hand on my back, pressing me into the cabinet and pushed his fingers in deeper. “He’s close, you’re about ready to crown,”
A contraction came and I felt the baby’s head slide into his hand as I involuntarily pushed. He groaned. I cried, both from the pain and knowing that my predicament is arousing him. It’s a nightmare.
He withdrew his hand and grabbed me under my arms, lifting me up and then his arm went under my legs as he carried me to the dinning room. He walked up to the table, kicked a chair out of the way and to my astonishment laid me atop the white table cloth.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammered. I cried out again and gripped my belly as my contractions grew worse.
This is not ideal. The hard, flat wood beneath me is making it so uncomfortable to birth. It’s perfect for him, I’m elevated giving him the perfect view to stand there and watch.
He grabbed my shoulders, laying me back and took each leg. He drew them up, bending them with my feet flat on the table and pushed my knees a part.
I pushed them back together. As if I could prevent this from happening. He forcefully shoved them apart again. There is nothing I can do to stop this, stop him from watching his baby tear its way out of me.
I could see the hunger in his perverse eyes. “I want you splayed out for me like my own personal feast,” He growled.
“Please…” I sobbed. I tried to get up, but he forced me back down. I couldn’t get far anyway. His baby is sitting so low inside me now I can barely move without feeling it. The urge to push growing increasingly strong. My body wanted me to give in, to push and be rid of it.
I screamed. Fighting my instincts to birth. “Ahhhhhha!”
His voice was eerily soft and low. “I want to see it ruin you. I want to see my baby split you wide,”
“No…” I sobbed. I would not be made into a spectacle. I swallowed my screams. My pants came out harsh through my nose and my face strained from the effort to hold back. I couldn’t help the growls and groans that I trapped in my throat.
I would not scream. I would not scream.
It’s what he wants. I refused to give him the satisfaction..
He shoved my dress further up my thighs so it wouldn’t block his view. Then took scissors that I assumes is for cutting the cord and cut my underwear off, tossing the aside.
Then he grabbed the ends of the table cloth and yanked it toward him, bringing me closer.
“First, my appetizer,” He dropped onto his knees, stroking my thighs and then lowered his face to my throbbing opening. I felt his warm tongue flick my clit and I’m ashamed at how good it felt. Pleasure and mortification both mixing in a slurry of emotions.
He feasted on me a top our dinning room table while giving birth to his baby. I whimpered against his slick tongue. The baby’s head built pressure around it and it made it that much harder to resist the pleasure. This last thing I wanted was to endure him enjoying this and he’s forcing me to do the same. I wouldn’t give in! But the baby stretched me further and further until I thought I’d burst open and I couldn’t help but grasp onto those ripples of pleasure— anything to make the pain stop.
Please stop? Keep going? I wasn’t sure anymore.
“Mmmm…” I felt him growl. “Cum out my baby…”
I hate this man. Not just for forcing this baby into my body and making me birth for him, but forcing me to enjoy any small part of this. My climax grew until it burst from me in a scream like no other. My muscles gripped and spasmed around the large baby inside my tunnel in a mix of pain and pleasure.
The waves of my release pushed the baby further from me into a full crown. “Get it out! Get it out of me!” I scream, there was no time for my body to stretch. I can’t help but spread my legs further a part to make room for this huge baby. I can’t possible push this thing out of my body!
He lifted his head. “Only you can do that honey,” He says unsympathetically. “And you’re doing beautifully,” he smirks.
I feel the pain searing all the way down to my anus. The baby’s head is bulging and straining against me.
I feel his fingers trace the head around my splitting, dripping folds. “Look what I did. He’s right there… coming out of you,” He sounded mesmerized.
I scream in terror that I’m about to tear wide open. “Ahhhhh! FUCK!!!” I stop pushing, I can’t possibly make myself do this!
“It’s splitting me!” I sob.
“Yes…” he growls, satisfied by my pain and the show I’m giving him because of it. “I fucked this baby into you and now you’ll give him to me,”
Despite my efforts to stop the head is slipping further, I’m not even pushing! My own body is betraying me with every contraction. “OH GOD! PLEASE NO!”
I grip the edges of the table, preparing for the worst. It has to come out. It has to! I don’t have a choice… but it hurts so much—too much.
“HELP ME PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!” I’m clearly desperate if I’m begging for this monsters help.
“Quit fighting it, you can’t. This baby will come out whether you want it to or not. There’s no stopping it. So spread those beautiful legs for me nice and wide and let it come,”
Let it come, like an order he’s waiting for. Like it’s my job to serve him— to give him this baby, literally, on a platter whether I wanted to or not. Another contraction comes and I feel his baby surging forward against my will. It’s coming and I can’t stop it! I pant hard and fast, my back arches, my knuckles go white, my legs spread wide. I groan loudly and involuntarily push, my body doesn’t give me the choice. My tunnel strains trying to force this heavy weight out of me.
I hear him moan. “Oh fuck yes,” I can hear him stroking his cock. “Keep going baby— push him out for me!”
My opening parts inch by inch, agonizingly slow. The pain searing and burning became too much and my mouth falls open with the most primal scream I’ve ever made as the head splits around my folds. Splitting me further than I ever thought I could.
“UGHHHHHH— AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
I felt the head slip from me in a hot wet rush, providing temporary relief. My head slumped back against the table. I heard him shout his release, I could see his limp form brace the table to keep himself upright.
“Fuckkk…” He panted and regained his composure, tucking his member away.
Then I felt the awful sensation of the baby rotating inside of me. “Ughh! OH! OH! UHHHH!”
He cupped the baby’s head. “This is it, its almost here,”
I gripped my legs under my thighs, my head and back lifting off the table slightly as I pushed.
The shoulders strained and bulged. “UHHHHH!” I screamed.
“Keep pushing!” He kept yelling.
“FUCK YOU!” I screamed back. I gasped and drew another breath giving it everything I had left. “UGHHHHH!” The wide shoulders kept straining, This prick is doing nothing to help, just supporting his baby’s head.
“OH FUCK!” It has to come out, I can’t take anymore. I push desperately, sobbing.
“No! You will push! Push it out of you now!”
“You will! Now PUSH!” He shouted.
I strain and strain, pushing until I run out of breath. One shoulder dislodges and then the second. The rest of the baby follows quickly into my husbands hands. I flop back against the table, utterly spent.
I hear the baby cry. “Good, a boy,” He says, not at all enthused. I hear him walk away with his crying offspring and put him somewhere in the living room. He comes back to cut the cord as I look towards the door I, heartbreakingly, no longer have the strength to go through with longing.
I felt him grip my thighs and lift me up slightly. My attention snapped to him.
“What are you doing?” My voice raspy from screaming.
“You did so good, I can’t wait to fuck another one into you…” He had me lifted up so he could push himself into my ass. The cord is still attached to me I hadn’t even delivered the after birth.
“You can call this my dessert,”
I sobbed. I could feel the dull cramping as my body attempted to deliver the placenta. He tugged on the cord as he thrusted into me and eventually without any will of my own, it slurped out of me onto the floor.
I disassociated it all and rolled my head to the front door once again feeling hopeless. My freedom that once seems so close now seemed too far away. He was almost done. As my body jerked with the force of his thrusts and his baby wailed in the background, I vowed that I would be gone by the time the sun came up.
