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CONTENT WARNING: this story focuses on the resus of a pregnant trans man who is giving birth and while there is no misgendering there is some outdated terms used by the rescuers that could be considered offensive to some, so please proceed with caution if ur not okay with those kinds of things.
Dan was barely conscious as the emergency team rolled him down the long hospital corridors on a shaky gurney. He had a glazed over look in his eyes, his hands clutching weakly at his horrendously distended, overdue belly.
"Never seen a pregnant tranny before," one of the doctors said. Dan could hear every word, too weak to respond or to even really care. "How far along is he?"
"He's almost three weeks overdue, don't even know if he's in labor yet. He's been having chest pains and trouble breathing, was in full respiratory arrest at one point. Hey! Get the phone and ring the gyno, tell her we have an emergency! Possible code on overdue patient, tell her to prepare for the worst."
Dan groaned behind the oxygen mask as the life in his belly shifted. It was definitely happening. His baby was coming.
"There's a good chance that this will trigger labor, let's try to keep him awake. Up the O2 concentration and push a bit of adrenaline to wake him up."
He began to grow a bit more aware by the time they reached the emergency resus bay. He felt himself roughly shifted over to the table, now flat on his back under the blinding spotlight. The cold air of the OR hit his skin suddenly as the doctors began to cut away his clothes. They started with his pregnancy pants and boxers, immediately spreading his legs and securing them in stirrups in preparation for they gyno's exam. Dan felt a gloved finger probe at his opening, working up the slick in his cunt, pinching at his throbbing t-cock. It was almost a pleasant distraction from the new IVs they were starting on him. The atmosphere in the room was almost casual as they cut away his shirt, fully revealing his gravid belly, hairy and covered in stretch marks and veins, his bellybutton popped. His sports bra was the last to go, still pulled tight over his swollen tits, now too big for his binder. They flopped out to his sides, dark nipples thick and hard, already beginning to leak. Much like his clit, Dan felt a gloved finger begin to pinch and pull at one of his nipples, squeezing small pearls of milk from his aching teat.
"-yeah, yeah, I'm trying to wake him up now!" Dan heard a voice say as a series of light slaps landed on his cheek.
"He's nearly crowning, we really gotta get him to push!" another voice said, slapping at his inner thigh. "Daniel? Can you hear us?”
He felt dizzy as everything began to come back into focus. He could feel everything. The horrendous contractions. The gloved fingers probing at his cunt, hooking his lips and pulling him wide. The pinch of the IV in his arm. The way his belly strained around the fetal monitor strap. Wait, when did they put that there? Had he blacked out and not even realized it?
There were suddenly gloved hands on his shoulders, propping him up, telling him to breath, demanding him to push. He managed to take in enough of a breath to let out a pained scream as he bore down on the next contraction. It just kept stretching him. Tearing him open. Fluid gushing while he grunted. Taking short shallow breaths he took a final gasp before bearing down again. Tears fell from his eyes, his cunt burning more than it had ever before. But finally, with an almost orgasmic groan, his baby's head popped free from the birth canal, fluids splashing. They let him recline for a moment to take a rest, and he closed his eyes, taking deep, calming breaths, listening to the dull chatter of the med team poking around his spread opening. Letting a peaceful, hazy calm take over him.
But one of the doctor's voices crackled to life over the emergency room intercom.
"Attention: Code Blue. We have a Maternal Code Blue in Suite 4. Repeat: Maternal Code Blue in Suite 4. Thanks."
Back on the table, Dan's heart had stopped. His pulseline wiggled weakly on the monitor as one of the scrubbed and masked figures locked their elbows and thrust deeply down into his sternum, making his swollen hairy tits flop and jiggle. His belly continued to shift and contract on its own, his body trying to expel the half-born baby.
"Don't even bother bagging him, intubate immediately. Continue compressions with pulse checks every minute, monitor, neck, and femoral. I want a shot of epi pushed and prep more for standby," the team leader announced , returning from the intercom mic. He positioned himself at Dan's opening, loudly snapping on a new pair of latex gloves. He spread Dan's legs wider, caressing his inner thighs and lower belly, watching his cunt throb around the head. "And bring the forceps," he added. "It's far too late for a cesarean."
Meanwhile, a male and female doctor worked at Dan's chest.
"You ever work on a tranny before?" the woman asked, thrusting her entire body weight swiftly into his sternum.
"I guess?" the man said, pumping the ambubag attached to the tube down Dan's throat while he kept an eye on the monitors. "She was like...the other way around, you know? And she was fine, just dehydrated a bit, been out hiking all day. Nothin' like this."
"Pulse check!" called the team leader from down at Dan's hairy cunt. Various team members checked various pulse points on his soft, unresponsive body. The team leader watched, fascinated. He had always wondered what a tranny cunt would look like. And it was even more magnificent in birth. "Pulse?"
"Charge the paddles to 300. We might need multiple shocks in one go. There's still a chance he can come back and deliver."
For a few moments the doctors stood around casually, waiting for the paddles to charge fully. The only sounds in the room were the faint monitor alarms, the squeeze of the ambubag, and the charging whine of the paddles. As the paddles were gelled, the team leader removed the forceps from Dan's fat pussy. The female doctor thrusted the defibrillator into position on Dan's chest, one of his heavy, milky tits squeezed in between the two paddles. Curious, she squeezed a bit harder, watching more milk dribble out.
"Yes, Doctor!" she said. "Are we all clear?"
"22:04, patient in V-fib, shocking at 300 in 3...2...1!"
Dan's body contracted and jerked limply on the table, legs bouncing in the stirrups, tits and belly rippling and jiggling with the bounce. His eyes had become somewhat open, seemingly staring blankly at his own distended belly.
"No change. 22:05, patient still in V-fib, shocking again at 300. Clear!"
The dull "ca-THOONK" of the discharging paddles echoed in the room as the team held their breath, eyes locked on the vitals monitor. Dan lay before them sprawled nude on the table, one arm dangling off the side. His head tilted limply and his eyes remained open. Despite the dangerously paleness of the rest of his body, Dan's hairy belly blushed a hot red under the many monitors that had been strapped there, and his cunt was a bright flush pink, glistening with slick and twitching around the soon-to-be-newborn.
"22:05, full arrest, resuming compressions."
"Get that epi ready! I want all focus on his heart and breathing, they gyno is here to help me deliver the baby. No shocks until you get the all clear!"
Dan would have screamed had he been responsive. The team leader stuck four fingers into his cunt and began to tug, the other hand safely around the baby's neck. The delivery was gentle for the baby but for Dan it would have been torture, his belly contorting violently on its own, the doctor tugging and spreading and pulling with each contraction as he received his most violent chest compressions yet.
They gyno took the team leader's place, tools in hand. She skillfully lubed a probe monitor and slid it with no resistance up Dan's birth canal, looking for any other abnormalities. "Spread him for me, Doctor," she said, securing the forceps. "And get someone to push down on his belly, the pressure will help." She wiggled the forceps, happy to see the more squirts of fluid. "I'm getting this baby out now."
Swiftly, the gyno prepared to pull, and as Dan's heavy tits slapped against his chest with each violent compression, an extra set of hands pressing down onto his soft belly, she gave a loud grunt and ripped the baby out of the birth canal in one single tug. Dan's legs twitched a bit, his pussy gushing and cunt gaping. The baby began to cry and was soon whisked away to the NICU where she was confirmed to be completely healthy and unharmed.
The team leader called for another pulse check on Dan.
"Push another epi, that'll probably be enough to get something to shock. Up the O2 concentration, keep him on the ventilator. We just reached five minutes down, repeating five minutes down! Nine minutes down total!"
At the other end of the table there was the snap of fresh gloves. The team leader was once again at Dan's cunt, watching the cut umbilical cord swing from his gaping opening as his chest was pumped. As he lubed his hand to enter the patient, he closely inspected Dan's thick, throbbing clit. He had never seen one before, and he would certainly never forget this one. But just as he was about to force his hand into Dan's womb, a team member announced:
Forced to wait as they paddled his chest yet again, the team leader watched intently as the cuntboy’s slightly deflated swollen belly rippled and jerked with the shock, even his opening clenching shut around the dangling cord with the electrical discharge. He wished he could feel it clenching around his fingers instead. Dan was shocked again….and again, and again, jerking more violently each time.
The female nurse stood at Dan’s bed, waiting for any response, defib paddles held up at the ready. Dan lay there limp for a moment as his heart stilled, the room silent save for the currently never ending beep of the machine, before his eyes fluttered and he began to weakly writhe, choking against the tube down his throat, responsive but not conscious. Surging forward towards Dan’s cunt, the team leader ordered: “Extubate him and start masked bagging! I want an AED prepped and on him in case he needs to be paced.”
And, with a single lubed, gloved hand, he slid inside Dan well past the wrist with close to no resistance. He had to bite his tongue the first time Dan clenched unconsciously around his arm to keep himself from moaning with the pleasure of the sensation. The leader took his time flexing his hand open and closed in the patient’s womb, stretching his fingers and feeling around for the placenta with no rush. He didn’t even need to look at the vitals monitors to see how the man was doing; his heartbeat, his breathing, his small, residual contractions…all were able to be felt as he fisted his fat cunt.
“That’s right, keep breathing, boy,” he murmured as his gloved hand squished around the placenta. He twisted it around in his fist, watching how Dan’s lower abdomen would move and shift with the insertion. He could hear the slick squish of the movement leaking from his opening. “C’mon, lets get that outta there.”
After a few grunts and twists a sickeningly wet, slurping pop was heard from between the patient’s legs, followed by the final splashes of fluid being expelled from his hole. Dan unconsciously clenched and moaned, pulse jumping momentarily before returning to a steady pace. His body was able to finally fully relax and begin to heal.
Taking a deep sigh, the team leader let the placenta slop carelessly onto one of the tableside trays with a wet squish. “Well, that was quite the interesting way to spend overtime,” he said, removing his bloodied gloves and pulling his mask from his face. “I’m outta here for tonight. Page trauma recovery and have them take it from here, he should be fine from here.”
As the team said their goodbye’s to the boss, Dan lay on the table, still nude and gaping, covered in monitors, gel and paddle burns, but stable and breathing. Even as they wheeled him into recovery, his thick cock could be seen throbbing strongly along with his heart.
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