He had done as the healer had instructed, turning the screw in the machination every hour. His passage was screaming for something to fill it. The emptiness of the open ring was horrid.
It was late morning already when Aldoran forced his tired and pained body out of the bed. His belly hung so low, but it was rigid with a contraction, and Aldoran fought against pushing. He rubbed his belly and dressed into a simple robe. He had to eat.
Walking was a shameful thing in his condition. His belly was so heavy that the king had to carry it with his hands, and now the metal ring spreading his anus open, forcing him to waddle even wider than before. He could feel fluid dripping from his gaping hole with every contraction. He couldn’t keep from pushing as he walked, but he kept them short and gentle.
Breakfast was served for him as he arrived in the dining hall. He looked at the food, leaning on the table for support while approaching his seat.
”Ouhh!” Aldoran moaned as he sat down heavily, the contraption in his ass feeling unnatural in every possible way. ”Ahhh…” his hips bucked, hard cock searching for some friction. Oh, what he wouldn’t have done to have something fill his opening. Preferably his baby.
Breakfast was slow to progress. He was struggling to eat as his belly contracted. He had to hurry, as he was to meet a lord soon after, and he still had to change his clothes.
His servant had picked out a robe for him. It was a glorious golden shade with metal ornaments along the whole front. Lacing in the back made it all the more beautiful. Struggling to fit into his robe while his anus was constantly stretched open was torturous. Once the robe was on him, a servant took up the task of lacing the back tightly. Aldoran moaned as pressure increased in his belly each time the servant tightened the laces. The metal detailing in the front of the robe didn’t allow room for any expansion.
He had asked the servant not to tie it up so tight, and still, once the robe was on him, his belly was tighter than a drum against the fabric and its detailing.
The elegantly dressed lord of his kingdom was waiting for him at the meeting table when Aldoran finally made it to the chamber. He tried to stand with his head held high, but the compression of his clothes on his contracting belly made him want to curl forward.
”King Aldoran, thank you for meeting me”, the lord said as he stood up upon seeing his king. He bowed his head, but Aldoran saw the scrutinous look that he gave at his midsection.
”Please”, Aldoran said and motioned him to sit back down, ”how may I help you. Is everything alright?” He tried to hide how difficult walking was for him. One foot in front of the other, he made his way to the opposite side of the meeting table. His belly was so tight, his ass so stretched as he sighed and sat down. He wanted to moan, but did not.
As he sat, he could feel the pressure inside him growing as the fabric and metal detailing of his robe bunched up and pulled downwards.
”Yes, my king, everything is fine. I was sent here by the council of the lords and ladies to check on you. To our understanding, your labor so far has not progressed quite as expected.”
Aldoran’s eyebrows shot up. They’d noticed.
”No, no no, everything is perfectly fine and progressing as should. Maybe ever so slightly slow to our liking, but progressing nevertheless.” Aldoran responded, waiving his hand in dismissal. He steeled his face against the agony his tight robes caused him, paired with the contraction that now squeezed his womb as well. His anus twitched around the stretching mechanism, and the king’s hand went to hold his belly.
”Oh? Would you mind describing your progression, my king? The council will be happy to hear of it!”
Aldoran smiled even as his teeth were grinding against each other as his body forced him to push. He could feel the mass inside his passage move lower by the second. The pressure of his tight robe pressed down on the huge mound of flesh and kept moving it lower and lower.
”Of course!” The king chimed. He breathed deeply as he pushed again, gripping the table. ”Or even better, I can show you. Have the council fetched here and you just might see the birth tonight. The head is about to come out!”
The face of the council member lit up as he stood and bowed, scurrying towards the door.
”Oughhhhh…” Aldoran moaned now that he was alone, and immediately regretted inviting the council to watch. He would have to stay elegant, stay effortless. The king’s hands flew to palpate his belly. It was so tight against the embroidered tunic that he wasn’t able to make even the slightest dent in the dome. And it was so low. The huge mass inside his pelvis made it impossible to close his legs.
If he could just birth the child before the council arrived.
Aldoran moaned as he hurriedly stood up, the momentum causing an uncomfortable churn inside him. He heaved against the table, belly hanging heavy from his middle. Back arched, he pushed with the next contraction. A sharp grunt forced itself from the king’s throat as the stretching device clattered to the floor.
He didn’t bother to quiet down his moans as he felt the head of the baby closing in on his entrance. He brought his hand underneath the hem of the tunic and found his leaking anus. Oh gods, how his flesh was swollen and bulged out. The head felt huge, almost impossibly so. But he could feel the hot skin of his child inside, and as he pushed, it came closer.
”Hoooo!” He heaved, grasping the table white-knuckled, knees bending to make more space in his hips. He was practically squatting in the meeting hall, hand feeling his anus, cock hard and dripping against his belly, as his asshole slowly but surely opened up to accommodate the emerging child.
”Oh I can feel it!” King Aldoran moaned at the feeling, ass twitching and trembling.
”It’s coming outtttt!” He groaned low in his throat as the burning stretch assaulted his senses. ”Ooooh…. Ah…” moaning openly, lewd and wanton as his hips bucked to rub his cock against the hot skin of his belly, Aldoran pushed to birth his baby. The stretching was horrible, his rim burning. His lips were drawn into a grimace as he hissed through the pain.
The door to the hall opened and the council, consisting of highly esteemed lords and ladies of the kingdom, as well as some friends and advisors, pooled in. Aldoran bit his lip as he stifled a scream from tearing from his throat as his anus opened around the babe’s head. The council watched in silence as the backside of the king's tight tunic began to bulge. It was slight at first, but as the king pushed, more and more started to show.
It was clear there was progress now.
The council was suddenly surrounding the king, watching without blinking as his hands gripped the edge of the table and he squatted low. His large belly was protruding like a torpedo between his bent knees. It was mesmerizing. They had never witnessed a birth so difficult. The babe had to be large and strong to make their king struggle so.
The king pushed, face reddening with effort.
Then suddenly he screamed, his hips bucking one final time, and he collapsed to the ground, on his hands and knees. The backside of his tunic was straining with a bulge so big that it was obvious to everyone what had happened. The front of the fabric was stained with a wet splotch where the king had ejaculated while birthing the head.
“It’s out… it’s out”, the king panted, exhausted. He reached for the tunic’s hem and struggled to pull it over his arse.
Everyone in the room gasped as the babe’s head was revealed, for it was not a head.
From inside the king’s obscenely stretched anus, parting his smooth ass cheeks, was a pair of legs and the bottom half of a torso.
“It’s the wrong way!” Someone yelled in horror. One of the ladies was already halfway to the door, her mission to tell the entire kingdom what was going on inside the castle.
“What?” Aldoran moaned as his belly tightened again in a contraction. His hand flew to touch between his legs and indeed found… legs.
He collapsed onto the floor on top of his contracting belly as his world went dark.
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