This is my finished story. First draft was posted a few days ago.
TW: mention of poop in the context of childbirth.
This is my original work. Characters and scenario are entirely fictional.
The lift opened and I waddled in, my pretty green dress flowing behind me. I was over 40 weeks pregnant and my midwife was going to give me a sweep, as technically I was overdue. Despite it being a chilly day in Septmeber, I had opted to wear a dress so I wouldn't have to waste any time getting undressed and then dressed again after. I had been having contractions but they were no worse than bad period pains and irregular in frequency. In fact I hadn't had any that morning despite having so many last night that I had started timing them on my pregnancy app.
Pressing the button for the fifth floor ("Antenatal/Maternity Services"), I sensed someone else walk in the lift a few paces behind me. The entincing aroma of an expensive, spice-fragranced aftershave reached my nose. I glanced up as I felt the lift lurch, noisily starting it's journey upwards. The other person, responsible for the gorgeous smelled that filled the air, was an attractive man. I guessed he must also want the same department as me as he did not press the button for the lift to stop at any other floor. The lanyard with the hospital logo confirmed this - he was Dr B. Williams, obstetrician. Dr Williams was over six foot tall, roughly forty years old, his bulky, strong shoulders almost bursting out of his suit jacket. With thick, dark hair, chocolate-coloured, sincere eyes and luscious, kissable lips I wondered how much eye candy he provided to his patients along with medical care. As he stood looking at his phone, he became aware of me and brought his face up from his phone. Looking at my bump, he smiled knowingly.
"You look ready to drop." He squinted at me, evidently trying to place my features. "You're not one of my patients are you?"
"No, I don't think so. I'm here for a sweep."
"Ah, okay. Well, I hope it goes well."
I enjoyed a few seconds of letting my mind wander, constructing naughty fantasies involving this handsome doctor, before the ten foot by eight foot cube we were enclosed in juddered a sudden holt. As we waited, expecting the door to open, there was a high-pitched alarm sound and the panel with buttons lit up and started flashing.
"This isn't good." I patted my bump nervously. A cramp, my first of the day, chose that exact moment creep across my uterus. I steadied my breathing while I blowed gently, my hand resting on my belly.
"No, it isn't." Dr Williams glanced at me and then stood by the metal doors, pressing his ear to them. "I can't hear anything outside. I think we've stopped between floors."
I breathed and rocked my hips gently.
"Are you alright?" He looked at me, his expression concerned.
"Just a little pain. I've been having them for a few days now. They pick up and then ease off again. I'm fine. It's going now."
"These lifts automatically alert the engineers if there is a fault so they should be aware," he told me, turning back to the doors. 'But I might just phone the hospital switchboard and let them know what's going on." He pulled out his ohone and scrolled until he found the contact number. "Hello, is this switchboard? Hello, yes, this is Ben... Ben Williams, doctor from maternity... I'm just phoning to let you know one of the lifts has broken... I know because I'm in it... no, there is also a patient in here with me... who? Hang on... sorry, what is your name?" he asked me.
"Claire. Claire Emerson."
"Claire Emerson... no, EMerson... Yes, okay... She is pregnant. How many weeks pregnant are you, Claire?"
"She says she is forty plus two weeks... no, it isn't ideal... Can you ring whoever fixes these lifts and explain the situation?... I'm sure none of their other lifts have a pregnant lady in so surely this should be priority... Yes... Okay, thanks... Goodbye." He ended the call. "They're going to get the engineers to come out as quickly as possible Claire, okay? We just need to hang fire. It's a good job I could get reception in this lift."
"Hopefully they won't be long. Mainly because my feet are killing me," I chuckled.
"I'll bet. I'll give them ten minutes to get on site and then I'll phone back again."
Another pain, less than two minute after the last ebbs of the first had left me. This one was slightly more painful than the previous. I breathed, in and out, in and out. I tried to not show it, but a tiny whimper escaped from my lips.
"Do you think you'd be more comforting sitting?" Dr Williams asked me.
"No, I don't think so. I'd never get up again. Honestly, they're just little cramps," I said trying to smile, playing down their intensity.
"There was just a couple of minutes between that one and the first one you had."
"I know but really, I'm coping. As long as we get out of here soon."
"Switchboard said it shouldn't be too long."
"I hope not." I swayed as the cramp tailed off.
"Did you bring your hospital bag with you?"
"It's in the car. I never go anywhere without it now. Why?"
"I think your midwife will be sending you directly to the labour ward."
"Not the way my body likes to troll me. I'm pretty sure I'll be two, three centimetres tops when she checks me and then she'll send me on my merry way."
"I'm pretty doubtful you'll need the sweep though." He eyed the huge lump of my belly, my dress hanging over it.
Annoyance prickled over me. He was a doctor, yes, but he was also a stranger. Who was he to tell me what my body needed or didn't need without having even set a finger on me? That said, if I was contracting, surely I was dilating so maybe he was right about me not needing the sweep. At that moment another contraction overcame me. I held onto the wall for support as I tried to breathe my way through it. There was no hiding it this time. The pain was all over my face, and this one was definitely more intense than a bad period cramp. I moaned quietly.
Taking one look at me, he pulled rank. "I'm ringing the emergency services." He took out his phone again, dialled and brought the phone to his year. "It's alright," he reassured me. "The fire service will get us out... Fire service, please... Hello, yes, my name is Ben Williams. I'm a doctor at Westmeade Hospital and I'm stuck in a lift with a lady who is in labour... She's having regular contractions... About two minutes apart... No, I can't see the baby... You won't need to talk me through it as I am medically trained... The issue is we are in a lift, so there is no emergency or resus equipment... Yes, if it gets to that point, I can deliver a baby just fine... Yes, they are... Yes... Okay... Thank you."
He ended the call and looked at me. Pressing my body to the wall, I was still struggling with the pain of my womb as it spasmed. I hadn't taken in a second of the call, lost in my own world, as pain thundered through me.
"They will be as quick as they can, they said. Are you sure you won't be better off sitting down? I can help you onto the the floor... Claire?"
"What? No, no. Standing is better. Woooo. Woooo," I breathed.
"Is there anything I can do right now to make you more comfortable?"
"Get me out of here," I pleaded, only half joking, grateful the contraction had started to ease.
I leant backwards against the wall and, stroking my belly, tried to let my muscles relax. I had hoped I'd be on my way back home now, my cervix happily manipulated by my midwife's fingers, but with at least a few more hours to mentally prepare. It was challenging for me to acknowledge the fact that baby was having other ideas.
"Is this your first baby?" Dr Williams pulled me out of my stupor.
"Does anyone know you're here?"
"Nah, baby's dad did a disappearing act as soon as he knew little one here was on the way-"
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"-and my family don't want to know me presently."
"Do you have any friends looking after you?"
"No one that I can really trust, no."
"And does your named midwife know about your situation?"
"She's aware, yeah... argh..." I grimaced as the familiar pain starting building again. This time I started feeling it in my nether regions as well as my abdomen. Pressure filled my pelvis and I could swear my bump dropped an inch right then. As I geared myself up to lean against the wall, sway and breathe my way through it, I felt a pop somewhere near the top of my vagina and gush of warm, wet fluid flood my knickers. It drenched my bare legs and splattered the floor beneath me. After the first gush, it came in spurts as pain continued to surge through me.
"Arrrghhh! Oh god, oh god!"
"I'd hazard a guess that that was your waters." Dr Williams had taken a step towards me, one hand on the wall, one on my upper arm, clearly wanting to fully immerse himself in the "Doctor" role but apprehensive about how I would respond to this.
"Claire, will you let me help you?" he asked tentatively.
"Y-yes... ARGHHHHH!" I screamed at the contraction peaked.
"Okay, let's just try and breathe through this pain and then I'm going to help you onto the floor. Just hold on to that wall." He took off his jacket and lay it down next to me. As my contraction eased off, I looked down at the floor.
"I wish I had something softer, but at least you won't be sat on that freezing floor."
"You don't have to do that. They'll be here soon, you said so yourself."
"Of course." His tone was reassuring but his expression was worried. "I still want you to be comfy though. Do you want to try sitting down? Before the next pain comes."
"Alright then. Thank you."
"It's okay". He supported me down into a semi sitting position, leaning against the metal lift wall. I collapsed down, plopping my bottom onto his jacket which was now wet with my amniotic fluid. He helped me take my shoes off, squatted down beside me and awkwardly patted my arm.
"Do you feel better now you're off your feet?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah, having a bump this big" I gestured at my 40 week bump "is rubbish for my back". I looked at the metallic floor drenched in slightly cloudy fluid that had gushed out of me not two minutes before. "I don't know how long I've got. What did you say on the phone?"
"That I'm stuck in lift with someone in labour and even though I'm medically trained, we still require help. Pronto."
"And did they say how long they would be?"
"Just that they were going to be as quick as they can. Unfortunately this is an old lift in an old maternity unit and I'm pretty sure we're stuck between floors. So it might not be ten minute job."
"Dr Williams, I really don't want to do this in a lift."
"Ben, please. I'm not Doctor Williams until I clock in." He winked at me. "Listen, I don't want you to either but if it gets to it, I promise I'll do my best."
The familiar tightening, cramping sensation was creeping over me. Grateful I did not have to concentrate on staying on my feet, I took a deep breath in, exhaling through pursed lips as though I was blowing out a candle. I had tolerated the pain well up to now but the intensity of this contraction killed any will I had left to manage this with breathing exercises alone.
"Ooooooooh! Oooooh!" I wailed.
"Just breathe. In and out. Iiiiiin and out," he said in low, reassuring voice, rubbing my arm.
"This is worse, much worse! Oooooh!"
"It could be because your waters have gone."
"That's not helpful!" I panted.
"I'm sorry. Scream if you need to. I'm going to phone the fire service back and tell to get a move on." He pulled out his mobile from his trouser pocket.
I felt my bump tighten as more amniotic fluid gushed out of me. As Ben was dialling, an undeniable pressure, similar to the feeling of needing to empty my bowels, overwhelmed me and I cried out.
"Wait! Oh shit, oh shit."
'What's the matter?" He lowered his phone from his ear.
"I-I think something is happening. Shit, it's happening!"
"I think I need to push."
"Try not to yet. Just blow. Wooo. Wooo." He demonstrated.
"Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. OH GOD! Ben, I really need to push!"
"Not yet. You're doing so well. Just breathe, in and out. That's all you need to think about."
Finally, the contraction, longer and more intense than any before, ended. Ben was still crouched next to me, his hand on my forearm.
"Do you mind if I take a look at you Claire?" he asked.
Vulnerable and frightened, for a second I hesitated. I turned my head and stared at him. Looking directly into my eyes, he read my mind.
"I know I'm not on duty but I absolutely promise you that I am a registered doctor. You're safe. I just want to check you. If this baby is coming now I need to know as I think I'll be the one delivering it." He looked at me, waiting for my consent.
He stood up and then knelt down again, positioning himself between my legs, my bare feet either side of his knees.
"Is it alright if I roll your dress up a wee bit so I can get a proper look?"
I nodded. He rolled my dress up to my hips and then gestured at my sodden knickers with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"I'll need you to take these off. Do you need me to help?"
I nodded, breathing heavily. I lifted my wet bum up a fraction and rolled them past my hips. He grabbed my knickers, pulled them down my slender legs and threw them to the side of me. I saw him quickly glance in the direction of my crotch. I had opted for a wax in preparation for the birth so there was nothing to hide my pink, puffy labia, glistening clit and puckered anus.
"I'll need you to try and open your legs a bit more for me too," he said quietly, touching my knees.
What else was I going to do? I was in labour on the floor of a broken lift and the handsome, sweet guy claiming he was a doctor was knelt between my legs asking to see my vagina.
"Okay, lemme just..." I struggled to maneuver my legs.
Gently pushing my knees apart, he helped me in separate my legs as much as I could manage in the awkward position I was in. Because I was sat on the floor, the angle he was at was poorly suited to seeing if my baby's birth was imminent, but I followed his gaze as he assessed my naked, leaking pussy. I wondered how just far he could see into my vagina as he looked at my labia, stretched and glistening in front of him, and how much attention he was paying to my neat little clit which nestled, the glimmering jewel of the crown, in my luscious folds. Baring my swollen pussy to him, arousal surged through me as I imagined his fingers exploring every crevice. The huge erection in his trousers was impossible to not notice.
"I can't see anything," he said quietly. His hand travelled down to his crotch, hiding his boner. I saw his cheeks flush slightly, his eyes averted from my gaze. He knew I had seen.
"Are you sure?" I asked, silently reminding myself I was giving birth in a malfunctioning lift, not on a date.
Before he could answer, another contraction took hold of me and I cried out in pain. But a second sensation crept up behind it. It was the uncontrollable, udeniable urge to bear down. As my body succumbed, I felt movement in my bum. My sphincter opened and something warm and soft landed between my butt cheeks.
He glanced down at my gaping hole before him. A nugget of poop had emerged just beneath it - I had started to push.
His expression changed from embarrassment to anxiety, bordering on panic. He took a deep breath.
"Can you pant for me?" He demonstrated. "Come on, do it with me."
"Good, let's just get you through this contraction." He grabbed my hand. "Hold my hand if you need to. Go on, squeeze it."
I panted and squeezed his hand while the contraction peaked and then slowly eased. I thought he would want to let go after but he kept his steady, strong grip on my fingers.
"Okay, Claire, normally a midwife wearing gloves would do this, but given the situation," -he gestured at their surroundings- "would you let me examine you? I know you want to push but pushing before you're fully dilated will damage your cervix."
I nodded, unable to speak.
"Can I do it now before the next contraction?"
"Thank you. Just try to relax. Take deep breaths. I'll do it slowly." Gently, almost tenderly, he inserted two fingers into my vagina. His hand was warm as he slowly seperated his fingers inside me, assessing the dilation of my cervix. The sensation of being examined so intimately was not pleasant but as I breathed deeply, it struck me that no partner had ever been so gentle when they were fingering me.
"I'm so sorry, I know this isn't nice," he said soothingly.
After a few seconds he sighed, withdrew his wet fingers and looked into my eyes.
"Claire, in my experience as an obstetrician, you're fully dilated, which means baby is coming now. I know the emergency services are on their way and know you're in labour but I still don't think we're going to be able to get you out of this lift in time so if it's okay with you I'm going to help you have this baby right here."
I could have cried. "Here, right here? Now?"
"Yeah, baby isn't waiting."
"But I can't give birth on the floor of a lift!"
"I don't think we have a lot of choice. But at least baby chose to come with a doctor in the same lift, right?" He grinned and then spoke more seriously. "This is a first for me too, but we will do it together - you, me and baby."
A contraction was building. He saw it in my face before I said anything. "Right Claire, I know I said pant during the last one, but I want you push now. As hard as you can. Grab my hand. Now Push! Go on Claire!"
As the contraction ripped through me, I gave in to my body's efforts to force the baby through my cervix and into the birth canal. It was torturous, no doubt about that, but being able to actually do something other than just endure the pain was satisfying. All I felt outside my body was a spurt of my waters and a slight movement in my bowels as baby's head pressed my rectum. As the contraction ended, I looked at him. He was still holding my hand tightly with his. I noticed the grooves my nails had made in his flesh. As he looked up from my labouring vulva, he smiled.
"That was beautiful. Well done."
"No, not yet but it can take a few pushes to see baby. Just breathe now until the next contraction comes."
I shut my eyes for the few seconds of respite that had come my way. Sweat was beading on my forehead. Ben looked like the sort who would have mopped my brow if there was anything in this godforsaken box to do it with. Less than a minute later the next contraction came.
"Push, Claire!" He was squeezing my hand before I was squeezing his.
I pushed with all the energy I had. A grunting noise erupted from me that I had never heard before, low and primal. If you had told me twenty four hours ago that I'd have my bare pussy out in a lift with a gorgeous stranger staring intently at it, I'd have been fucking mortified, but I guess the situation really does change your perspective. All I could focus on was driving this baby out of my body. As the contraction ended, I looked up at him. Still holding my hand, he smiled encouragingly.
"You are doing so well. One more and I think we might see baby. Do you know what you're having?"
"I have three boys but would have loved a little girl," he said, a somewhat sad smile appearing on his face. "Do you know what you're calling her?"
"I have a list. Not decided yet."
"Shall we try and get the top of her head out with this next contraction? "
I nodded, and then pushed as the next contraction ravaged me.
This time I felt my penenium being pulled taut and my labia forced open. I cried out in pain, fluid trickling out of me and dripping down onto my bulging asshole. The fiery sensation of my vagina being forced open made me yell.
"I can see the head! Push! Push, push, push! Go on Claire!" he exclaimed. I saw the look of delight on his face as he watched the top of my baby's head emerge for the first time, as though he had not been present at hundreds of births before. This reaction I supposed could be the difference between just good doctor and a great one.
"I can't! It huuuuurts! Oh my god, it hurts!" I screeched.
But even as the words fell out of my mouth, that undeniable urge to bear down overwhelmed me again. As I gritted my teeth, I felt my body pushing involuntarily despite the pain.
"You're doing it Claire! You're doing so well, come on!"
But the pain rolled away into nothing, and I slumped against the wall. I had thought if I had a mirror I may just be able to see the teardrop shape of my baby's head emerging.
"That's it, there's her head! She's got lots of brown hair."
"For the next one you're going to crown, ok? I'm going to support your bottom but I don't want you to push. Just do little pants like before. I really want to avoid you tearing."
"But I'm pushing without even trying."
"Panting will help you to not push". He reached to his collar and began to undo his tie. I vaguely wondered what he was doing until he folded it up and said, "I'm going to have to improvise here. I'm going to use this as gauze to put pressure on your bottom as baby's head is born. It will help stop you tearing. I'm going to have to sit at the side of you to be at the right angle, okay?"
I nodded and then watched him reposition himself to my left side where he knelt beside me. "I can still hold your hand from here. Tell me when the next one comes."
It came before I could tell him. I screamed - a low, primal scream from deep within me, a noise I had never heard before. The ring of fire burned aggressively as my baby's head was forced further out of my tormented body. I felt his him reach down between my legs with the tie balanced in his left hand and position it on my stretched perenium. As the contraction thundered through me, he applied pressure underneath my vulva. I felt the warmth of his finger tips resting on the bottom of my pussy lips as my baby nudged his hand.
I tried to pant like he showed me, my breath shallow and quick. I felt the baby's head slip out of me another half inch. It was agonising to not do what my body was screaming at me to do but I released that frustration on his right hand which I was clutching to for dear life. If I was hurting his hand he didn't show it.
"Lots of little pants! You're doing amazing. Wooo, wooo, wooo."
As I crowned, the pain in my stretched genitals overwhelmed me and I bellowed.
"It hurts! Oh god, get it out! Get it OOOOUUUT!"
"This is the worst bit, I promise. Just keep panting. You're so close now." With one hand still cupping my battered pussy, he held onto me with his other. As rest of the head painfully slipped out with a slosh of bloody fluid, the contraction tailed off.
"You are so, so close now. I'm just going to check the cord isn't around baby's neck." He looked at me proudly, as though it was his baby I was bringing into the world.
Kneeling down again in between my legs, he ran his index finger under my baby's chin and around her neck. I felt the back of his hand brush my clit and despite the pain I was in just a minute before, a surge of pleasure radiated from my swollen jewel to the rest of my body. I wondered if his dick was still hard.
"Cord is fine. Baby is coming with the next contraction. I'm going to put her straight on your chest."
"It hurts so fucking much."
"Nearly there. One last really big push and I promise you she will be in your arms. She just needs to turn now."
I felt movement as baby turned to face my left thigh. When the pain came and I bore down, he supported the head as I pushed it into his skilled hands. The shoulders came next which he eased out of me one by one. Finally I birthed the rest of my daughter into his arms.
"Hello there, beautiful!" He cooed at the tiny, squirming baby in his fluid-splattered arms. She began crying immediately and he carefully transferred her onto my chest. "Definitely a little girl. I think she wants her mummy."
"I did it!" I gasped, as I cuddled my newborn daughter.
"You did it! You were absolutely fantastic." Ben smiled at me shaking his head as though he did not believe what happened.
"Well, like I said, delivering a baby in a lift is a first for me but you're both safe so I consider that a job well done," he laughed.
"Thank you so much! You could have just let me deal with that myself and you didn't." My teeth chattered as I began shivering.
"I'd be a pretty diabolical doctor if I did that," he grinned. He then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the fit, chisled body underneath. Taking the shirt off, he draped it over me and my screaming daughter. This act of kindness combined with exhaustion and relief of giving birth reduced me to tears.
"That's what I mean. You're so kind!" I sobbed.
"You're both vulnerable to the cold right now. It's the best I can do until we can get you both a proper blanket." He looked at the baby, still crying lustility, her head moving instictively from side to side. "She's rooting. Do you want to try feeding her?"
I tried to unbutton the front of my dress but my hand was shaking too much to do it one handed.
"Let me do it. Does it undo from the back?"
Nodding, I leaned forward and he unzipped my dress from the back. He then unhooked my bra and, helping me to slowly take each arm out from both garments, he rolled them down my body to expose my now engorged, veiny breasts. I sat back against the wall again.
"I'm going to put her on your breast now." Using one hand to position my left breast and the other to gently move the baby's head, he helped my crying daughter to latch on. I felt a sharp pain but it slowly eased as she suckled, taking her first feed with relish. He beamed and draped his shirt back over us both. "I'm no lactation consultant but I watched my ex-wife do that every single day for at least five years. Now, I need to ring the emergency services back and update them."
Before he could take his phone out, the lift jolted suddenly and began moving. After five seconds, it stopped again, voices audible outside. A mechanical hammering noise, a juddering creak of the doors being prized open, and the faces of two shocked firefighters appeared.
"You didn't make it in time for the fireworks, sorry!" Ben stood up grinning, gesturing at myself, baby cradled contentedly on my chest. "Mum and baby are fine. Can we get a wheelchair for Claire, some clean towels and possibly a pair of scrubs for me?"
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