I snicker and sit down on the bed, watching you and reaching out a hand towards your small bump that seems to be steadily growing. "No painful one this time, I promise, I do like watching you squirm...but I love your moans more." I hum. "You'll be big, darling, but I know you'll be able to handle it."
I pant, feeling the growth rub against my cervix. The baby's growing from low in my womb, and every little movement by the growing fetus sends shivers up my spine. "Feels so good. It feels so good, Rosie," I pant, reaching down to my clit and rubbing feverishly. The baby won't be here for a while, but if it's not going to hurt, then why not get a few orgasms in before the party starts?
By the time my fourth orgasm passes over me, my belly has swollen up the sheets enough that I can no longer see over it. I'm still achingly horny, watching my stomach grow and hang heavy in my hips. "Jesus...jesus christ, that feels good." I'm almost immobile in bed, trapped under the growing weight of this kid. Nine? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen pounds? I can't even tell, but my g-spot is being squashed flat, and my body seems to have no shortage of dopamine. I squirm and whimper as the first contractions send waves of pleasure up my spine, cervix fluttering and beginning to open up. "So-sorry for the mess," I breathe, trying and failing to reach my clit again. I draw up my knees and lean up a bit on the bed, hoping to let gravity help a bit more. Secretly, I don't want to. I want this birth to take its time so I can experience every orgasmic second of it.
When my water breaks and soaks the sheets, I manage to toss the blankets off my belly and resist the urge to push. Please stay in there, baby. Please keep growing forever. But no, that's not what we're here for. That's not why you gave me that potion. So I have to obey my body's overwhelming urge to PUSH!
As the baby slides out of my cervix, my voice becomes an addled river of joy, pleasure, and self-evident observations. "Oh, the head, oh, it's stretching me out! Stretching my cuUUUUNT--" I push again, feeling my birth canal stretch wide to accommodate the massive head. "Not ready, baby, baby, please, pleaaaase--" My body pushes again and the head slides close enough that my labia stays open. I'm rocking hard into my stomach, hoping that the still-bulging mass is enough to keep me stimulated. "Getting--getting there, baby, stay, stay right there, you feel so goo-OOOD, oh GOD!" I cry out as the next push cements the head directly on my G-spot, trapping me in a steady stream of stimulation. I shudder violently on the bed, hands moving anywhere they can to increase the feeling--my breasts, my belly, anything, anywhere, I need more, more, MORE--
The next push puts my baby at a crown, and I come hard, whiting out as the baby slides out the rest of the way. With your help, it finds its way to my chest as I slowly return to consciousness, the infant feeding from me. "Hello, baby. I wish you could have stayed," I murmur, the bliss lasting for hours after.