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Rachel put the phone down and blinked twice. The chair creaked as she pushed herself back, her head falling against the headrest as one of her hands moved to her back to fix the cushion there. The other hand circled towards her front, slowly caressing the entirety of her huge stomach.
"Ugh..." letting out through her nose a long breath she didn’t know she was holding, she looked down at herself. "Getting too comfortable in there, huh?"
As if replying, the baby inside her tummy kicked right where her hand rested.
"God…" A small cramp took over her, her middle contracting uncomfortably. "You better not take long to come out."
Today, she confirmed her last service as an escort. Her boss had taken good care of her during her pregnancy, and the least she could do when he talked her into being a birthing escort was to think about it.
All her clients had been more than satisfied with Rachel, they enjoyed as much as her the process of being pregnant; seeing her body change and grow, moving from the slender frame that came accompanied by the shy, redhead girl into the curvaceous, gravid, confident goddess that being pregnant turned her into.
The moment she finally acknowledged that those awful stomach bugs she experienced for weeks were actually morning sickness and all the weight she had been putting on wasn’t just stress eating from finals seasons, the moment she bought the test and it showed the two lines, Rachel’s world crumbled.
But as the tiny little unnoticeable bump grew larger, her hips widened. She started putting some weight on her thighs, ass, and boobs; pregnancy gave her that glow; it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought. Of course, she got a bunch of looks in classes, both lascivious and judging, and the doubts about what was going to happen after all the fun parts happened were always there.
And then the chance came, offering enough money to get out of college in good standing, with no student loan and beyond. To live comfortably ever after, for a while. She could go and get that PhD without having to worry about anything, truly a dream come true.
She was reluctant at first until the moment she realized that indeed, someone out there was interested in her gravid body.
And now that she was pregnant, very pregnant, aching all the time, uncomfortable, heavy, and so overdue, another chance was coming at her again. And she took it without hesitating.
Birth escort service. The deal was easy, and deep down, Rachel was excited about the idea. Being so full and so heavy during all those months took a toll. Sometimes all she wanted was to be under someone else's control.
On the second try, she managed to get up from the comfortable chair. Hand in her back and under her stomach, she waddled her way towards her closet, ready to start thinking about what she was going to wear.
The winning outfit was the black midi dress she bought at the start of her pregnancy. It used to fit perfectly, almost a bit loose, but now it clung tightly to her swollen body, pressing hard against her protuberant middle and barely containing her swollen assets.
It used to fit her past her knees, now it was barely making it past her soft thighs. Rachel turned around, staring at herself in the mirror over her shoulder and smiling softly to herself. Still, she looked amazing.
A groan escaped her lips when the baby inside her shifted, kicking her rib, and she had to cling to the mirror to gain some stability. Her free hand moved to the side of her belly, caressing softly over the fabric. If she could, she would rip the dress off and touch real skin, something she has been craving so badly lately: someone to rub her gravid bump, skin with skin, someone to rub their fingers over her tight, red, stretched poor skin.
But she wasn’t going to do that, she was already late. Today was the day.
Her transportation was waiting outside, she could see the black car parked outside her place from the window. She swallowed, and a small knot of anxiety formed in her stomach.
She tried to pull down the dress a bit more, stretching it down past her thighs as much as she could, but it went up again. Any other time, the way the fabric pressed against her skin, clinging to her stomach, pressing against her popped belly button, wouldn't have bothered her, but today. An involuntary moan escaped her lips at the amalgam of startling sensations, and Rachel’s face scrunched in discomfort. Everything was too much these days.
"Ah…!" she bit her lip, closing her eyes and breathing, trying to get rid of the overwhelming feelings. "Mhm…"
The baby was sitting low inside her, and to be honest, she felt as if it could just pop out of her any step she took now. Rachel turned sideways, tilting her head to the side to face her body in the mirror, rubbing a hand all over her stomach, from where her swollen breasts rested heavily, over to her sensitive belly button and to the underside.
She dropped that morning, and it was painfully obvious that she was overdue and ready to pop that baby out.
Her phone vibrated inside her bag, and she reached to get it out to read the notification that downstairs, the car was waiting. Giving a step back, she tilted her head to stare outside her window, staring at the black car with tinted windows. Her baby squirmed inside her, making her groan a little.
Slowly, she started to make her way to the stairs. The past few days since the baby dropped, everything seemed harder, more painful; the independence she claimed so much during her pregnancy seemed to be gone in a matter of days.
Sliding one hand under her stomach and the other behind her back, getting all the support she could give herself, Rachel made her way to the stairs. Breathing deeply, she took deliberate steps, her body tensing to keep her balance. Her muscles and herself were making an incredible effort to make a steady walk downstairs. When Rachel finally reached the front door, her face was scrunched up in a grimace.
A small moan left her lips the moment she reached the car, leaning in to open the door, as her middle was shaken by a cramp. The muscles of her stomach contracted, and Rachel froze with one hand holding the door handle and the other her stomach; it wasn't painful, just terribly uncomfortable.
Just a sneak peek of what was about to come, she thought, waddling her way to the backseat.
Rachel knocked twice. Inside the room, there were the sounds of rustling and someone moving from one side of the room to the other, until whoever was inside finally started making their way to the door. She imagined that someone was already watching her from the inside, through the peephole, and Rachel squirmed in place, her arms moving to hug her stomach.
The door opened, and the young man inside didn’t look at her twice as he moved aside to let her inside. Well, there weren't probably many heavily pregnant women in the building; there wasn't that much room for mistakes.
Her heels echoed in an irregular, slow pattern as she waddled her way inside the room, both arms still protectively wrapped around her belly. The man followed her suit, and the redhead swore she could feel his eyes wandering over her body from head to toe.
The guy presented himself as Adam, quick and sharp, and he left her standing by the door as he walked towards the bed in the middle of the room to sit down. Rachel looked around, averting her eyes from the man.
The room was pretty cheap hotel-standard, with the queen-size bed, dark curtains covering the windows, and a small bar opposite the bed filled with alcoholic beverages. The man looked good in way too formal clothing. His suit looked expensive.
He looked at her, scanning up and down again with no shame, and nodded in silence. She was everything he asked for. Cute, and so, so pregnant. Her stomach hung low on her hips, a gravid orb that was almost mesmerizing, and if he didn't know better, he would've guessed she was carrying twins.
But she was a single momma, one big, heavy baby. They told him that the baby was almost ten pounds, and looking at her almost small frame contrasting with her gravid stomach, he had no doubt. She carried herself well, though, for someone so big Rachel tried to conceal the waddle as much as she could, and she knew how to hide how fast she would get out of breath with the minimum effort.
"Well…" Rachel cleared her throat, her arms moving to rest by the sides of her body, a conscious movement to give him a better view.
"Well" Adam echoed, and Rachel noticed the small artifact tangled between his fingers. "You know how this goes?"
It was a question that sounded more like an affirmation. The redhead nodded.
"Okay. We’ll do it my way." Holding his hand up, he shook the small thing he was holding, a remote. "So, yeah."
Something warm started to drip down between her legs, and Rachel looked down to see a trickle of liquid dripping from her and starting to form a puddle on the floor. She looked up to find Adam holding up the remote in the air, and he shook it softly before his finger moved to press another button.
A gush of amniotic liquid rushed out of her as her water broke, staining her black dress and messing up her shoes. A loud gasp escaped through her lips, and Rachel’s hand shot first to her middle, then slid between her legs, her fingers pressing over the wet, sticky fabric of her panties.
"Ah! Oh..!" Rachel breathed at the feeling of the wet clothing, trying to stand straight as she cleaned her throat. "Uhm, we’re at it already?"
Adam didn’t reply; instead, he stood up from the bed and started making his way towards Rachel. The sound of his firm, almost rushed steps was the only sound in the hotel bedroom. As soon as he made his way to the girl, he stood there, taking in all of her.
His hand traveled to her face, moving a strand of red hair from Rachel’s warm face, then it moved down towards her middle. His hand pressed softly against the firm flesh, slowly making its way all over the gravid stomach.
He took his time, enjoying the way Rachel’s breath would hitch when he rubbed sensitive, tender spots—that lately was most of her. Her breasts, full and tender; her skin sensitive everywhere; her stomach—an erogenous zone on its own. The smallest touch could make her feel things.
Adam was quick to notice the effect his touch had on the girl. But he decided against doing anything else for now.
"Take the dress off," he said, pointing to the bed with his head. "You can get changed."
Rachel made her way to the bed, staring down at the things that were lying down there: a pair of jeans that looked way too tight for her, a colorful tank top, almost ridiculous, and an ice bucket.
"You can change," Adam said behind her. "Just make sure to take everything you have right now off."
Everything. Alright. Rachel grunted as she bent down, or tried to, to slide off her shoes, and felt Adam's hand gripping her arm to help her remain steady. She gladly obliged, then proceeded to unzip her dress.
Rachel took the jeans and held them in front of her face, and she knew they were going to barely fit. Tight jeans. She turned around, giving Adam a questioning look that was quickly wiped away from her face. She let out a faint huff, taking her eyes away from the man and returning her attention to the jeans.
The bed creaked when she plopped her weight down, sitting half naked there. The only part of her body that was covered now after she slid off her dress was her chest, her swollen breasts tightly constricted in a pretty bra.
"Mh-hm, she breathed, in through her nose and out through her lips, as she made an effort to slide into the jeans. "C’mon…nhg…"
It left her a bit out of breath and a bit sweaty. Adam didn't press any buttons, his fingers were still hoovering over all the control.
He had spent a while studying the control when he first got it, what every button did, and what extent he could go to. The simple thought delighted him: he was going to have control over everything that was going on with Rachel’s body.
He could decide when her water was going to break (and he pondered the idea of pressing the button before Rachel came to the room, knowing she would probably be in public when it happened), he was going to be the one to decide when she would have contractions and the intensity of them. And of course, Rachel was going to have to fight a bit for it.
"Now." Adam started, "This isn’t going to be easy, is that okay with you?" Rachel, on the other side of the room, nodded. "You are going to have to earn it. You understand?"
Rachel swallowed, nodding as her hand moved to rest on top of her belly unconsciously. She would have never imagined that her first birth—because she definitely was planning on having a few more—would go like this. Yet the whole idea still made her as excited as nervous, there was a drill to all of the danger.
"Okay. We can get started…" Rachel started to say, but her words were interrupted by a gasp. Her stomach contracted under the touch of her hand, sending an uncomfortable wave of pain through her middle and towards her back pain. "...whenever you like. Now, I see."
Her eyes traveled to see Adam’s fingers hovering over the small controller in his hands, ready to press buttons at any time. The feeling that took over her gravid stomach wasn’t exactly pain, not yet, just like a mildly uncomfortable feeling as she felt earlier, but this time it would definitely make her stop in her tracks.
The fun hadn't begun yet.
"Get up. Leave the top for later," the man ordered. "Come here."
Rachel complied. She held her belly with one hand and used her free hand to push herself from the bed. It took her one, two tries before gravity allowed her to get on her feet. The jeans were tight and trapping down her bottom. The waistline was tight right against her underbelly, the buttons barely keeping it together to keep the jeans in place.
She didn't think it would be possible to walk like that, but she could. Barefoot, she waddled towards the man. Still, Rachel wanted to keep her composure, with her posture straight and the shoulders pushed back, and trying not to waddle, but every minute it passed it became harder to carry herself with so much pride.
"I want you to..." Adam started, licking his lips as he seemed to think deeply about his next words. "Pour me a whiskey. On the rocks."
His head tilted towards the small bar on the other side of the room, then to the ice bucket that rested on the night table, then back to Rachel. The girl took a deep breath and turned sideways to start making her way towards the bar. It was close; the room wasn't that big, and it wasn’t that much of a deal, but now, everything she did felt as if she were covered with a damp, hot cloth over her that hindered her movements and her perception.
She felt hot, her body now too hot at her own touch and merely sensitive; the clothing was rubbing the wrong way, and everything just felt too much. If Rachel had to guess, her water breaking was already starting to have the effects of labor on her body. The sensations and the feelings didn’t actually stop when the progress was stopped.
She could take five steps when a contraction hit her, hard enough to make her stop and take a deep breath. Her lips stuck together as she let out a low hum that vibrated down her throat, her eyes closing as the mild pain started to fade away. She could imagine, behind her, Adam’s eyes staring at her intently as he played with the remote in his hands.
She wasn’t so wrong, but Adam’s attention was fixed on the two buttons that illustrated two arrows, one up and one down. One up, and the contractions would go from an annoying one on the pain scale to a bearable two, and so on. He had made the rules clear, and she agreed to them. Adam had planned a long night.
Rachel resumed her way towards the bar, clearing her throat as her hand distractedly rubbed the side of her belly. One step after the other, one at a time, she tried to focus on the way in front of her and not on Adam’s heavy presence behind her or the dull pain that now had settled all over her middle, from her underbelly to her lower back.
She wasn’t waiting for the moment Adam would press the button, so she wasn’t ready at all when he did.
"Fuck…!" Rachel moaned, covering her mouth with her hand as she stopped walking, a sharp pain taking over her stomach. "Oh, uff…"
This one was definitely stronger than the past ones. If Adam was testing her, now it was actually getting real. Rachel’s lips disappeared into a thin line before they formed a small ‘o’ as she let out an exhale, trying to remain straight. Both her hands moved to rest on both sides of her stomach, rubbing soothing circles as the pain faded away.
She didn’t turn back, keeping the nasty glare to herself. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten steps, and she was at the bar. Leaning with both hands against the bar, Rachel's hands moved to the underside of her belly as she lifted the tense orb of flesh, resting her stomach on top of the wooden surface and staring at all the bottles in front of her.
It was quite a view, Adam thought as he walked next to her, keeping enough distance to just observe. A drop of sweat was dripping down from the redhead's neck and sliding down her chest, getting lost between her breasts. Her gravid, round stomach was just perfect: the way the tight skin stretched all over, covered in stretch marks, red and itchy in some spots with fresh ones. Rachel did a good job of keeping it shiny and oily because he could see the way her skin glowed almost magically under the warm, dim lights.
He licked his lips. Rachel grabbed a whiskey bottle with fast fingers, opening the lid and grabbing a glass, ready to pour the beverage, and Adam let his finger press down on the contraction button. Rachel took a sharp breath in, her eyes burrowing as she bit her lips, the bottle in her hand shaking and spilling whiskey on the wooden surface.
"Uh-ah…!" A loud groan escaped her lips as she slightly bent over, pushing her hips back and looking down, eyes closed in concentration as she inhaled and exhaled. "Mh-hm!"
Rachel whined lightly as the pain started to fade away, and she started again with her task. Poured the whiskey, left the bottle, put the lid back on, and turned to walk towards the bed.
Another contraction, as strong as the last one. The glass almost fell from her hand, her knees buckling underneath her, Rachel almost fell into some sort of semi-squatting position, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was starting to take over her.
Adam wasn’t controlling it, her body was—for now—naturally letting the baby make its way down her pelvis, an uncomfortable pressure that was starting to make itself more and more evident on her hips.
"Ughh-" Rachel cried, trying to stand straight again but failing. The contraction was longer this time, and she didn’t have to look at Adam to know his finger pressed the button again. "Ah!"
Adam cleared his throat, letting out an impatient sound. Message delivered, Rachel thought as she started walking again, her face painted with a grimace that revealed her discomfort.
With determined steps again, Rachel made it to the bed, moving to reach for the ice bucket. Two ice cubes swirled around the glass, and when she turned around, Adam was holding a small cloth in his hand.
She made her way to him, handling the glass. Adam pressed a button, and at first, Rachel didn't feel anything.
Then she gasped and raised her eyebrows in surprise as she felt the baby's head getting lower. It was as if a bowling ball was making its way down her hips, the pressure making her part her legs slightly.
"Ah…! Sir…-" Rachel huffed, "Please don't..."
"Clean the mess you made," Adam signaled at the whiskey that fell on the floor and then to the bar. "When you finish, I'll make it stop. The longer you take, the further the baby will come, right?"
She breathed, both her hands moving to the underside of her belly, and she lifted it slightly, trying to see if it would relieve any of the pressure. Of course, it didn't work; the uncomfortable feeling of something weighing down on her hips was still there.
Swallowing, Rachel started to walk again. It was bearable, but God, she couldn't ignore the way pressure was starting to build up, slowly but surely lowering down her hips and towards her entrance, with the massive head of her baby being helped by gravity in the process.
With a grunt, she reached to grab the piece of cloth, and, taking a deep breath, she hunched forward, a hand firmly pressed on her stomach as she reached to clean the alcohol spilt on the floor. A sharp pain seized up her abdomen, making her let out a yelp and fall to her knees, her face red and scrunched up as the contraction reached its peak.
"Nhgn! God...!" Rachel cried, rocking her hips softly in the air as she felt the baby's head move a bit lower. "Shit..." Opening her eyes, she tried to focus on the floor in front of her, wiping away the few drops of liquid that had fallen. The pain in her stomach was still there as she tried to stand up, grunting her way up, but thank God it started to fade as she took one step closer to the bar.
The contraction finally faded away, but she was still painfully aware of the weight of the baby's head on her hips. A few steps in, and another contraction hit her, but it was less painful this time—just enough to make her moan loudly but not enough to make her stop.
Rachel tried to think, pondering if Adam was following a pattern she could decipher and get ahead of it to be more prepared, but it seemed like the contractions were varying in pain level and duration exclusively based on his own liking.
She got to the bar, gripping at the counter as she leaned in to wipe off whatever she dropped there. Adam stared at the way she was standing and how Rachel's legs were wider and wider apart, and he smirked.
He pressed another button.
"Oooohhh! Aughh!" Rachel cried, feeling how suddenly the baby's head made a drastic advance down her birth canal. It was painful and uncomfortable, and it made her grip the countertop with both hands, tilting her head back with a pained expression. "N...no. no, please, I'm not... ugghn...ready!"
As soon as she finished saying that, a contraction took over. Her stomach tensed, and she moaned, but Rachel forced herself to stand straight and continue cleaning.
She could feel her own body hot, heavy, and pulsating with every contraction, and Rachel could feel how the need to push was slowly building up as the baby's head descended.
"Come here," Adam ordered. "This is an easy one. Take the bra off and get into the top."
She stripped out of her bra as quickly as she could and started to stumble towards the bed, her now leaking breasts bouncing against her skin.
She tripped a little bit when another contraction hit, feeling like she was going to have to lean against the wall or someone for support, but Adam chose to go easy on her. He almost teased her, a continuous wave of pain that bothered her but was not enough to make her stop. When she reached the bedside, she had to brace herself again, this time grabbing onto the headrest and panting through a painful contraction. As soon as the last contraction passed, she moved to grab the tank top.
She looked ridiculous, her breasts barely trapped against the colorful fabric of the top that didn't cover her stomach, the tight jeans with a wet patch on the crotch area now due to all the amniotic liquid that leaked with each contraction.
And God, the need to push was becoming more and more impossible to ignore with every passing moment. She wasn't sure if Adam did it, but the baby's head wasn't moving anymore; however, the urge to push was increasing.
"Aahhhhhhhhghhh!" Rachel couldn’t help but scream when the most painful contraction she had felt until now took over her, making her squat down and push. "Ughnn!"
The baby’s head didn’t move, but her body was pushing. Rachel breathed, biting her lips as she contained another scream, her heart stomping in her chest. She didn’t have to look to know Adam was having fun.
"You’re not done yet." Adam raised his eyebrows, then lifted his arm to point towards the door.
Rachel lifted her head, a small drop of saliva falling from her mouth that she cleaned with the back of her hand. At first, she didn't understand until her eyes traveled towards the floor, where a puddle of amniotic liquid was still there.
"Clean it," Adam said. "And I might let you push."
Might. Rachel bit her lips with such force that she could have drawn blood, cradling her contracting stomach as she stood up, her legs trembling beneath her as she huffed and panted, pathetic whines coming out of her lips.
She didn’t realize the moment her labor progressed so much. She didn't realize when the faint need to push became stronger or when the baby's head positioned itself right behind her lips. She moved her hand to caress her cunt over the fabric of the tight jeans, pressing down against it enough to feel the faint start of a bulge forming.
She couldn’t be that dilated yet.
"No, no, no..." As she started moving again, she could feel the baby coming lower and lower, her body pushing against her will. "Please, no, stop!" begging, she cried out loud for Adam to stop. "Please, I can’t... aghn... push yet!"
"Huh?" Adam let out a sigh. "Can’t hear you over the mess this place is".
She heard him walking towards her, and Rachel held the waistband of her pants tightly, letting out tiny whimpers as she tried everything on her power to ignore the feeling of the baby's head making its way down her birth canal against her will, slowly but surely.
"Stop! Stop it! Please! I can't...! Hnnn..." hunching over, Rachel whimpered weakly when the baby's head hit her cervix before stopping completely. The urge to push dissipated, leaving her to pant for breath before looking down, the blue jeans now dark with amniotic liquid that dripped from them.
She breathed, but Adam didn't allow her to catch her breath. Another wave of pain hit her stomach, and she groaned and clenched her teeth. She didn't feel the urge to push, but the weight of the head in her birth canal was impossible to ignore.
"Aaaaaaaghhh!" Rachel screamed when she could feel the pressure building once again in her pelvis at the same time the pain reached its peak, "No, god, don't... Don't come yet!" She sobbed, holding herself. "Agh... not yet... just a little..."
"I think you're more than dilated by now" Adam snorted, crossing his arms. He glanced toward the door and shrugged. "You can push. But that won't happen unless you finish your job."
"I am..." She gritted her teeth, the strain on her lower back increasing as Adam pressed the buttons, sending another painful contraction.
She breathed, grunting as she supported herself in both hands to stand up. With that single movement, it felt as if the baby's head slipped lower, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as she started walking again. Adam was right, from a moment to the other, the pressure started to feel like the need to push.
"Aghhhhhhhhh!" Rachel screamed once again as another contraction hit her, this time, her body pushing on its own. "Ughnnn!"
"There we go" Adam cooed, nodding his head and watching as her whole body trembled violently as she pushed. “But it isn't going anywhere."
"Aghnn....what?" Rachel whimpered, gasping for air between each contraction as they hit her, trying to hold her body steady against.
She realized then, even when the baby's head was right there, and she was pushing, it wasn't moving. Adam wasn't letting her push, it wasn't getting any lower.
"Oh shit... oh shit, no... no... no...!" Rachel groaned softly, sweat dripping down her forehead "Please, please let me push! I need to.... ughn.... it's right there!"
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Adam shrugged, looking at Rachel with a smug look on his face. "You need to clean first."
Rachel tried to say something but didn't manage to form a coherent sentence, instead she kept struggling as Adam kept making her stomach contract, sending waves of contractions, different levels of pain and intensity. He kept going until Rachel was a whimpering mess, her legs drenched in birth fluid and her stomach red and tight, her hands gripping her stomach.
"Aaaaughhhhn, please! Just..." she panted heavily, "Let me push....please! Just..."
"Well, if you insist..." Adam said with a smirk. He pressed a button . "Go ahead."
She looked at him, and soon Rachel was whimpering again. The baby's head made a drastic descend, sending a wave of pain through her body, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaghnnnnn! No, no!" she cried, feeling how the head was forcing its way out now, making her legs shake as she whimpered loudly.
"No, ughnnnn!" Her fingers were still digging into her stomach as she forced herself to try to stop pushing, "Ah! Ah!" she gasped for air when the feeling stopped, her muscles relaxing slightly before tensing once more.
God, it was so low now. She didn't even know what she wanted, if to push or to stop pushing.
She started walking, every step slower and more difficult than the last one as the pressure of the baby's head increased. She could feel her lips starting to part with every step she took; the massive head of the baby rested like an uncomfortable weight between her legs, and it was getting closer and closer. Her walk was an uncomfortable waddle now, her legs unconsciously getting wider apart as she walked, unable to keep them closed together any longer.
She slid her finger between her legs and traced the round shape of the head that spread her lips open, breathing heavily as her knees buckled beneath her when another contraction hit her. This time the baby was forcing its way out of her, but at the same time, the head wasn't going anywhere.
"Ughnn! Ahhh! Please, aghhhh!" Rachel cried, bouncing her hips in the air as the palm of her hand pressed against her crowning pussy. "Please, please, please let me push!"
Adam fidgeted with the control on his hand, fingers moving over all the buttons up and down, pressing a few times the button in order to send through Rachel's body a small wave of contractions, then a big one, enough to make her grunt and whine as she squatted down, crouching over her stomach as the urge to push took over here. No matter how hard she tried, her efforts were in vain, not making any kind of progress.
"Mhgn! Owwww…!" closing her eyes tightly, Rachel finger's searched for the jeans button, clumsy trying to undo it while she felt the pressure build in her abdomen once again, the head forcing its way forward inch after inch. "Aaaaaaaaghn! I can... ughnn...feel it!"
She was so tired, she thought, but even so she managed to pull the zipper down, the jeans dropping to her thighs as she leaned forwards, sliding her hand towards her pussy to feel the crowning head of her baby as it stretched her lips open further. God, it was so big.
Her vagina throbbed painfully as the huge baby fought to make its way out, and she moaned under her breath as she tried to relax, but the incredible weight of the baby that was stretching her open was making it very difficult.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGHNN!" Rachel cried when the head slipped further out, whether it was by her own body or by Adam's command, it was almost fully crowning.
"Fuck!" she gasped as the next contraction hit her belly, and Rachel squatted down, her hands gripping at her knees as she pushed. "Aughnn! Ow, ughnnn!" she cried as the head finally reached the ring of fire, and with a deep breath, Rachel pushed, making the head pop out of her. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she wailed as the she cupped the head.
With her free hand, she wiped her sweat off with her arm, putting the now free hand on her stomach, squeezing down. A grunt and then a scream made their way through her throats as Rachel felt the shoulders of the huge baby starting to come out, her legs shaking as she pushed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!" she screamed in frustration when she noticed that no matter how hard she pushed the shoulders seemed to be stuck. "Come on!!!" she grunted.
Rachel lifted her eyes to look for Adam with wide eyes, only to find him staring at her from the bed, his lips turned up into a small smirk as he pointed his thumb towards the night table, where Rachel saw the remote resting there.
"I'm not doing anything, I swear," he said, shrugging. "I guess it's really stuck."
"Aaaaaghnnnnnnnn!" Rachel screamed, grunted as she pulled herself up, her knees shaking and threatening to give up. "Agh, ahgggghhhhhh! Come on, damnit... come ooooon..."
The shoulder made its way out slowly, burning every inch of the way out of her. She screamed in agony as she pushed, and when she finally managed to push the shoulders out, the rest of the body gushed out of her.
Rachel panted heavily, holding the baby close to her chest as she looked at Adam, who was sitting up with a satisfied grin.
"Congrats, momma!" he winked, raising an eyebrow. "It's a boy!"
