I am an actress, have been since I was a child. I've been in several movies and won several awards, including an em my. But, upon discovering my pregnancy, my acting career was put on hold. The father was long gone and tabloids would eat this up, so in order to avoid them, I hid away in a secret mansion in the woods. I had only a few maids to help me but at night they'd go home and leave me to my own devices. Since I was due with 6 babies, I looked full term with one baby at only 5 months along. So, I decided to use this to my advantage. I had heard of full term pregnant women pretending they were in active labor for Internet enjoyment and I wanted apart of it. It would put my acting skills to the test and give me something to do at night. I created an account on a pregnant camgirls website and set up the camera. I set it up in my bedroom and started rolling. I moaned and groaned, rubbing my belly while stating that I was alone and in labor, that it was so painful and that the head was about to crown. I even used water to make it look like my actual waters had broken and to make me look sweaty. I slowly stripped from my pajamas and then slowly stripped from my underwear. I was a hit! Over my last four months I made over 500 of these videos. I was now two weeks overdue and doing another video when I felt a very real, very strong contraction. At the time I was home alone and far from any hospital. I moaned through it and decided I'd continue as long as I could. I changed the scene from my kitchen and to my living room. I was barely able to walk at this point and doing anything was a huge chore. I sat on the couch and began rubbing my belly, faking a contraction as another real one hit, stronger than the last. They were only 7 minutes apart. Still, I continued. I filmed in several places, having to stop and moan loudly through them. I was in my hallway when a gush of water flooded between my legs. My waters had broken and now it was on. I was forced to my knees as baby number 1 crowned quickly. I squatted and pushed with all my might. I screamed at one point, the ring of fire to much to bare. Baby #1 slid from me and began to cry. I cried as well, knowing that I had five more to birth. I switched off the camera and waddled with baby #1 to the bedroom. I tied off and cut the cord, cleaned him, and put him in his crib, stopping every other minute to grunt through a contraction. I crowned with baby #2, right next to baby #1's crib, and pushed without thinking about it. Fuck did it burn. This baby was bigger than the last. I squatted again, clawing at my knees, crying as baby #2 slid out and cried. I repeated to process and put her in her crib next to her brother. I decided to stay here by the cribs to give birth. It took half an hour before baby #3 decided to crown so during that time I set up the camera and live streamed these births. As soon as I was set up I yelped as baby #3 crowned. I bared down hard, sweat covering me whole. Baby #3 actually slid a little back in and I cussed loudly. I pushed harder and harder, forcing this baby out. After what seemed like hours he finally came out only for baby #4 to crown immediately. So I pushed, clawing at the carpet beneath me. I cried for help, feeling weak and wanting to give up. I still pushed onward and soon, with much effort, baby #4 was born. I quickly cut baby #3 and baby #4's cords, cleaned them, and put them in their cribs. It was now 3am and I had been in labor for 7 hours. I still had two more babies to go but the contractions had stopped completely. Which I was grateful for. I turned the camera off and walked around when I noticed it. I was snowed in, meaning my maids wouldn't be able to make it. A whole day passed and I was able to get some much needed sleep. I also fed my babies, assuring them that their last two siblings would join them soon. I gasped as a contraction hit. They were finally coming. I paced in my room, allowing gravity to move things along. I rushed to the cribs as baby #5 practically spun out. I barely caught him. I cut his cord, cleaned him up, and put him in his crib as the last baby slammed into the birth canal. I squatted and pushed as the urge hit. It was difficult and I was sweaty again. This one was the biggest one yet. I thought I would tear as this baby pushed from me without hesitation. I cried out, moaning loudly, wanting it to be over already. I got onto my knees and pushed and pushed and pushed. Finally, after 20 minutes of pushing, she was born. I was now the mother of three sons and three daughters.