Pushing It Out

muchbirth:

               You’re
going to have a baby.

               I am
aware this is the worst possible spot, but your body doesn’t seem to care.
Fully dressed, in front of everyone, no privacy in sight. They’re going to
watch. They’re going to SEE you. You’re going to give birth, right here, a
crowd watching you at your most helpless, your most feminine.

               I know,
it hurts. It’s supposed to hurt to become a mother. It’s squeezing, pulling,
the head is sitting so low. But with how long you’ve been denying the state
you’re in, I suppose you’re lucky that your-

               … Ah,
there they go. Your waters. Leaking from between your legs as your face burns
with shame. That scent, deep and musky, like sex and something else, something
so much more. And the massive wet spot its making. Just look at the state of
you, full-bellied, panties and pants soaked with birthing juices. Beautiful.

               I know
you don’t want to do this here, but that’s meaningless. The only thing that
matters is the head pressing against your cervix. Over and over the pressure
mounts. You’re in hard labor, you can’t stop it, can’t resist it.

               Just
give in. Open your legs. Become a mother.

               Push
for me.

               Ahhhh,
there we go! I saw that, the moment you gave in. Your instincts are so strong,
your body wants to have this baby SOOO badly. You’re fighting so hard, but we
both know what’s going to happen. Don’t resist, let this crowd of strangers
watch as you deliver a child for a man you don’t even remember.

               It’s
coming! The head, you’re fully dilated, the head is starting to open you
inside! It must feel incredible, stretching and pressure, the deep ache of your
cervix opening further than it ever has before, but mixing with the feeling of
being stimulated at your very deepest points, things being pressed on in ways
you never imagined possible.

               Just
breathe for me. Breathe during rests, and push with the pain. Focus on giving
birth, no need to worry about your clothes. They’ll just add to the enjoyment
of your spectators. Just focus on having your baby, right here and now. No
point in fighting it, just let it come.

               Puuuuush
dear, just like that. Don’t be nervous, let it all out. Scream for me, moan at
the feeling of it, make little fists and curl your toes, be small or big,
whatever feels right. Don’t hold back, this is your moment, you at the most feminine
you can be. Let them see you in your strongest yet most helpless, give birth to
your child!

               Push
push push, that’s right, I know, I know it hurts, let it out, there we go. Cry
and sob, it’s just fine, you’re just how you should be right now. It’s so
amazing, you’re starting to bulge under your panties, the head is getting close
to crowning. You’re going to be a mommy!

               It
doesn’t matter if you wanted it or not, doesn’t matter how hard this will make
the rest of your life. It’s happening, all you can do is let your body bring
life into the world for the man who decided that you should give birth for him.
You HAVE to push, push with the pain dear!

               Yesss,
good girl, you’re doing incredible, can you feel your lips starting to part?
Come on, deep breath for me, and then PUUUUSHHHH!

               Shhhh,
it’s ok, it’s ok dear, I know it burns, I know your baby is crowning into your
pants. Everyone else can see it too, everyone here knows that you’re giving
birth into your clothes right in front of them. You’re so sexy, so incredible,
even though it hurts. The burning is just going to get worse, but you can do
it, I believe in you!

               That’s
good that’s good keep going keep pushing you’re such a good mommy just keep
pushing that baby out of your aching, burning slit oh my goodness! The bulge is
so big now, it’s obvious there’s a baby between your legs, filling your ruined
underwear. The head is almost at a full crown, you’re so incredible! Everyone
here is savoring every moment of you birthing for them, even if the father is
nowhere to be found. It doesn’t matter, his job was to put a baby into your
womb, and your job is to carry it for nine months and then birth for him. You
can do this, it’s what your body is made for.

               Breathe
for me…

               And…

               PUUUSSSHHH!

               Keep
going keep going keep going you can do this you’re so strong! I know it hurts,
I know it’s terrible and everyone is looking, but just keep going you can do
this! The head, dear the head, it’s about to come out, one more big push!

               You’re
so gushy today. I know you almost passed out from the feeling of the head
squirting out into your underwear, the bulge is MASSIVE. Can you feel it?
People keep running their hands over the head resting between your legs,
cupping the head of the baby through the fabric of your jeans. It’s a good
thing they slipped nice and low under the pressure, otherwise you could have
been stuck crowning for hours.

               Just
the shoulders. Breathe as the baby turns, just focus on the hands of strangers
rubbing between your legs, gasping in awe as they feel the head turn. You’re so
sexy right now, so utterly helpless to do anything about all the people
watching you deliver your child into your clothes. They’re backing away, they
know it’s time.

               Hon…
it’s time.

               Push.

               Push!

               PUUUSH!

               PUUUSSSHHH!!!

               One
shoulder is out! And… the other one! The whole body is sliding out, your
clothes are bagging, your did it!

               Oh my…
people are taking pictures as you reach into your pants and panties and pull
out your newborn. You’re such a lovely single mom. And just think, all the
videos everyone took will be all over within hours, everyone around the world
will see you in your most frightening, helpless, intimate moment. Even the
father of this child, wherever he is. Maybe he’ll even come put another baby
into your belly before he vanishes again.

               But for
now, focus on the fact that you did it. You had a baby. You must be so proud…

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