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"Goooooood evening guys and girls. It's Saturday night, we're live, and welcome to another episode of…" "Keep That Crown!" The audience cheered, applauding wildly.
The TV presenter, Danny, continues, a wide smile on his face. "For those of you who are new to our little corner of television, this is a game show where we take five mothers-to-be and put them to the test in a number of household challenges. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, the catch is that each mum-to-be is in active labour, and fully dilated! Whoever can complete all five challenges without giving birth has a chance to win our grand prize, with the last one standing winning a jackpot of £100,000.00!"
The audience cheered, clapping and whistling in excitement.
"And now, let's meet tonight's contestants!"
Danny moved over to a set of podiums, five of them, each one with a name on it and a heavily pregnant woman behind it. Stopping at the first podium, Danny leaned on it to speak to the woman.
"Lucky contestant number one is Scarlett! She is 40 weeks pregnant with her first, a boy, if I understand correctly?"
Scarlett nodded, "That's right Danny, And, oooffff…" She broke off, breathing through a contraction, but perked back up after a quick breather, puffing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. "I'm having a boy, and he wants out."
"How are you holding up?" Danny asked, rapid fire.
"So far so good," Scarlett said with a smile, "Water hasn't broken yet, so there's that!"
"Good starting position then," Danny said smiling as he moved onto the second podium, "And our second contestant tonight is the lovely Natalie, Natalie who is 39 and a half weeks along with her own boy. Natalie, how are you holding up so far?"
"I'm doing just fine love," Natalie said, smiling, rubbing her belly, "But things are definitely moving along!"
"And I should be too, but good luck out there today!" Danny strolled onto the next podium, where the mother-to-be was leaning over the hard surface, bracing herself through a rough looking contraction. "And next at 41 weeks with a girl, we have Maria! That one is looking a little tough there Maria, how are you hoping to do tonight?"
Panting a bit, Maria straightened up and said through a somewhat forced looking smile, "Well, that jackpot looks pretty good Danny, but I'm… I'm just hoping to make it past the first round at this point, OOHhh…"
Danny winced sympathetically, "Alright then, we should try to get things going quickly then eh? Good luck out there!" Moving on, Danny came to the next woman, who by comparison, seemed like she was in total control, breathing deeply and holding herself completely upright with her legs together. "And next we have Jaime! Jaime is 40 weeks with her second! Now Jaime, you said that you and your husband don't know the gender yet?"
Jaime shook her head, "That's right. You guys get to find out with us!" The audiences cheered and 'awww'd at the news, and Danny smiled too.
"Well, that's a first for us, this should be exciting!" Danny moved on quickly to the last podium, a shorter ginger woman who was also panting heavily. "And lastly we have Jenna! Jenna, you said that you had a secret weapon tonight?"
Jenna nodded, her lips pursed as she breathed through a contraction. "That's…. that's right Danny."
"Now, I'm hoping it isn't anything like this one." On the screens, footage of an earlier episode played, an unlucky woman named Becky screamed as she worked to tug off a chastity belt. "As you know, in an earlier episode a third time mother tried using a chastity belt to keep everything inside, which is strictly against our rules here."
Jenna smiled, "Oh, it's nothing I'm wearing, it's the someone I made this with."
Danny tilted his head, "Oh? And that would be?"
Jenna waved at the audience, "My husband out there in the audience."
Danny turned to the audience and called out, "Mr. Jenna's husband, why don't you stand up… good LORD!" Jenna's husband stood up, a biblical GIANT of a man, standing well over 6 feet tall, maybe close to 7. Danny looked from him to the much, much shorter Jenna and back, and looked like he wanted to ask a follow up, but simply shook his head and moved on with the show. Women were waiting after all. "Well, that should definitely help if your baby takes after him. I hope everything goes well. Ok, now that we've met our mothers-to-be, let's meet our first challenge!"
The curtain on the other half of the stage rose, revealing a collection of fake trees with fruit hanging on them. "Our first event is the orchard of plenty! Each of you is given a basket, and you must go out into the orchard and fill the basket with at least 5 different fruits from the trees. You can pick any 5, but remember, the heavier fruits are on the bottom of the trees, the lighter ones are at the top, but you will need a ladder to reach them! And boy aren't our trees strange?" Danny lifted a hand and pointed at, of all things, a watermelon hanging from a low branch, the audience laughing at the absurdity of the sight. "Now, this is a timed event, so you have to work quickly to collect what you need. And remember, no matter how much you want to push, you just have to…"
"Keep that crown!" Chanted the live audience.
Raising a hand, Danny counted them off, "ON your marks, get set…. GO!"
Light hearted music pumped into the studio as all 5 mothers moved away from their podiums as quickly as their laboring forms would allow, with Danny keeping a running commentary of the action.
"As they get going viewers, we know that this particular event is more for our autumn episodes, but we've had some technical difficulties with some of our more 'spring themed’ set pieces, so we thought we'd wheel this fan-favourite. But right off the bat, we see Natalie and Jenna going for ladders, hoping to select lighter fruits. But from the looks of things, Jaime isn't hampered much by the height issue."
She couldn't quite reach the lightest fruits at the tops of the trees, but the darker skinned woman was able to reach some of the fruit in the middle of the trees. On the other side of the orchard, Maria set her basket on the ground and pressed both hands between her legs, panting hard. "Ohhhh, come on, staaaaayyy….."
"Uh-oh, Maria, are you going down already? Come on, you gotta…"
"KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience roared enthusiastically, and their cheering grew even louder when Maria grabbed her basket and stood upright, moving forward on shaky legs to start picking fruit.
"Good job Maria!" Danny called, "Now deep in the middle, we have Scarlett trying to do it as quickly as she can!" Scarlett was simply going from tree to tree, grabbing the first thing she could reach to fill the requirements of the challenge. She'd picked a watermelon, a pumpkin, a squash, and was going for a large bunch of bananas. Her arm was shaking from the sheer weight of the produce she was carrying, gritting her teeth. Though from the effort of lifting the basket, or the effort of trying not to push was unknown. "I will say, ladies and gentlemen, that if Scarlett does pull off that particular strategy, it would be the first time I've seen it done successfully. And speaking of success!"
Jaime had already managed to get her variety of fruits back to the podium, leaning heavily against it as she panted through a contraction. Still in the orchard, Maria had managed to get a melon into her basket, but had immediately decided to change tack and head for a ladder, working with Natalie and Jenna, who at this point had almost gotten everything they needed, but while Natalie was able to get up and down the ladder with only a bit of difficulty despite the contractions, Jenna was struggling badly. The sheer size of her belly was getting in her way nearly constantly, and she was panting heavily from both the effort and the contractions that wracked her petite frame.
"And Scarlett finishes second, with, and can we get a weight on this… 21.7 kilos! That's a new record for this event!"
Scarlett raised both of her arms in celebration, but instantly regretted it, doubling over around her belly, "Ow ow ow ow ow….."
Danny held a hand out as if to support her, "Now Scarlett, don't give in just yet, you just finished the first event here." Turning his attention back to the orchard, the last three women were all coming back in at once, Maria with mostly lighter fruits and a single melon, Natalie with nothing larger than a grapefruit, but Jenna had rushed and fit a large pumpkin into her basket and was balancing it against her belly, and she was clearly not enjoying the extra pressure on her womb.
"And it's neck and neck for the last three, but… yes, Maria, followed by Natalie followed by Jenna!"
The audience cheered at the completion of the first challenge, which had yielded an unexpected bonus. "Ladies," Danny said beaming, "As none of you gave birth in the first round, we’re adding an additional £50,000 to the prize pot!" The Audience went wild with the news, and all five mums-to-be smiled wearily at each other at the good news. "But who will win it? We'll find out as we go on, but let's get a quick word from our sponsors!"
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"Welcome back to Keep That Crown! We've had a lucky start so far, with all five mothers making it through the first round, adding an additional £50,000 to the grand prize! But as is usually the case, our second challenge of the night has never failed to get at least one crown! Up next, we have the Laundry room!"
The curtains rise to reveal 5 identical sets of washers and dryers, which Danny began to quickly explain, his overly white teeth gleaming in the light. "Each washer is filled with clean laundry, but these washers don't have a fresh setting, so all of the clothes are still wet and heavy. So each of our mums-to-be must get the laundry out, and make sure it isn't balled up before putting it in the dryer. But, as you can see, they are all top loading machines!" Danny flipped open one of the units to demonstrate, before continuing, "So you'll all need to get creative on how to unload the washer, and don't forget to…"
"KEEP THAT CROWN!"
"3-2-1, GO!"
As the cheerful music began, all five women waddled over to the washing machines. Right away, two of the women ran into a problem.
"And as we start, we can see Natalie and Jenna struggling to reach the contents of their washers. Jaime is having no problem once again!"
As he said, the tall woman was easily able to reach into the machine, but as a result, she was the first to encounter the real challenge. The heavy, tangled and balled up clothes. She heaved at the contents, trying to pull out as many of them in one go as she could, prioritizing speed over everything else, but quickly realized that was a mistake. Freezing in place, she gripped the edge of the washer drum, her legs beginning to shake slightly.
"And Scarlett has come up with an interesting way of doing this, climbing on top of the dryer to reach into the washer. We've seen this before, it's one of the most surefire ways to get this one done, but hopping down can be a bit of a hassle."
Hearing this, Jenna and Natalie both began to struggle up to the top of their dryers, Natalie managing it first by opening the dryer door and using the opening as a step, and was now sitting cross legged with a heel wedged between her thighs, panting heavily. Jenna abandoned the attempt after a short struggle and stood on her toes, pressing her side hard into the machine as she grabbed an armload of clothes. Maria was doing the same as what Jaime had started, but was taking items out by tugging until a single item came free and snapped each item flat before tossing it into the dryer.
"And Maria is pulling a huge lead on everyone else. Scarlett is detangling her clothes and setting them on the dryer next to her and so is… No, Natalie is tossing them in the open dryer as she goes! Smart move! Jenna is close behind them and… Jaime, how are you holding up love?"
Jaime had overdone it right off the bat, trying to rush and pull all of the clothes out at once. The sudden effort had sent a huge surge of pressure down her birth canal and now she stood rigid, unable to do anything other than concentrate on not pushing. "Come… on… Stay in babyyyyy….. Mustn't puuuuushh.."
"Jaime, you have to unload the washer to move on from this challenge."
Jaime nodded, her eyes beginning to fill with tears and shakily took one hand away from her clearly bulging leggings, but instantly groaned and fell into a deep squat, her groan turning into a grunt, "I can't… I have to puuush!"
"Keep that crown! Keep that crown! Keep that… awwwww." The audience's enthusiastic chant died off as, with a shuddering gasp, the head clearly popped free in Jaime's leggings.
"As I said, the second challenge gets someone every time." Danny stood aside as a team of medics rushed over to help Jaime remove her pants and get the baby out the rest of the way. As she was carried away on a stretcher, Danny continued his commentary for the last four contestants. "And it looks like Maria is almost done, Scarlett and Natalie close behind… Maria finished in first! Oh, look at this, Jenna is catching up!"
Jenna, having not climbed on top of her dryer, was now free of having to deal with getting down from it. It had taken her a while to get all of the items from her washer, but now she was unballing the last pair of jeans and tossing them in.
"And Jenna comes in a surprising second place! Oh! Are you alright?" Right as Jenna had finished, Natalie, trying to get down had been hit with a contraction at an inopportune moment, falling heavily.
"AHHH! Ow…." She cried, rubbing her hip. Fortunately, she had avoided landing on her belly, and the impact seemed more painful than serious. "I think… Ah… I think I'm alright."
"Ok, why don't you come lean on your podium for a minute. Scarlett, make sure you get down safely."
"I'mmm mmmmph! I'm working on it…. Ah…." Scarlett was inching forward, holding herself on top of the dryer with the palms of her hands, sliding her butt across the corner to try to place her feet on the ground, but clearly struggling with both stretching her belly and applying pressure on her tailbone. Her face red, she seemed to come to a decision, and let go with her hands, dropping the last foot to the floor, and began tossing her clothes in the dryer rapidly, panting heavily as she worked, finishing last, but still pregnant.
"Well, we'll get Natalie checked out during our commercial break. Ladies and gentlemen, one down, four babies to go! We'll be right back after this commercial!"
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When the stage had been reset for the next challenge, the lights came back on and Danny stepped forward, his ever-present smile plastered to his face. "And we're back for part three of tonight's episode of Keep That Crown! We're already one mum down, but four still remain. Maria, how are you doing?"
Maria nodded, sweat beading on her face from her labour, "Uh… hooo…. I'm hanging in there Danny!"
Danny swung the microphone towards himself again, "I gotta say, I was a little worried for you in the orchard, but you certainly made a comeback on the laundry challenge. Speaking of worries…" Danny moved on to Natalie, who was holding one hand under her belly and breathing deeply through her nose. "Natalie, you had us all worried for a minute there from your fall, how are you feeling?"
Natalie tilted her free hand, "Doesn't hurt compared to the contra-ah-ah-ah…" She broke off as a contraction made her wince and rub at her belly.
"Well, at least you didn't get seriously hurt in that fall."
Danny's attempts to talk to Scarlett fell flat, as she was biting her lip hard and breathing deeply through contractions, unable to speak. Coming to Jenna, he gestured at her belly. "And how is your secret weapon holding out?"
Jenna shook her head in almost mock-worry, "I don't know how it's gonna come out."
Danny smiled, "Well, don't worry, no one is pregnant forever. But the show moves on, and for our third part, we've arrived at our changing challenge!" Danny swept an arm aside to reveal the four remaining contestants, all standing on one side of a line, facing a pile of bags.
"Today's theme is a day on the beach, so when the buzzer sounds, all of you ladies will go in order of how you finished the last event, select one of the bags and return with it to your podium. Once you return, you will change into the swimsuit inside, and go to sit in the pool!"
Danny pointed at the other side of the stage where a shallow kiddie-pool had been set up.
"Once you have sat down, you may get up and return to put your original clothes back on. And don't worry, each bag has a towel. But!" Danny leaned in, "Each bag contains a different type of swimsuit. You may not open the bag until you get to your podium, you cannot change the bag once chosen, and you cannot intentionally ruin the swimsuit. Do you all understand?"
When all four nodded, Danny started the event with a final note. "And don't worry, you won't need to completely strip for this, just down to your underwear will suffice.” Then, with a countdown and the blare of the horn, the challenge began. As the music started, and all 4 ladies chose a bag from the pile, Danny began his commentary.
"And all four have selected their bags and are returning to their changing areas. Let's see what everyone has… And Maria has gotten a-"
His comments were drowned out by the audience cheering and whistling as she pulled out a small, red bikini. Maria flushed as red as the outfit, a combination of pain from her contractions and embarrassment at the ordeal to come reddening her face. As she began to peel her shirt off, Danny continued his running commentary, being drowned out again as Jenna unpacked an equally small bikini, hers a bright shade of blue. But it wasn't just a bikini. It was a stringkini, and the sides of it were untied, meaning that Jenna had to tie it onto herself.
"Can I at least… Mmph! Can I get some help with that at least?"
"Sorry Jenna, but you have to put it on yourself."
Making a face, Jenna began stripping down to put the pointlessly complex, barely there swimwear. But as she heard the others cry out in dismay, she realized that she had gotten off fairly easy. Natalie had gotten a simple, but fairly small single piece bathing suit, but she seemed to be struggling to stay upright, her tight leggings proving to be putting up quite a fight as she struggled to remove them. With a grunt and a hard shove down, they managed to get clear of her butt, but…
"Natalie, it looks like there's a head starting to come out there," Danny called, "I-"
"I KNOW!" Natalie howled, trying to cross her legs and shifting her weight back and forth, looking for all the world like someone desperate to use the restroom. Taken aback, Danny gave Natalie a bit of space and moved on to commiserate with Scarlett, who had pulled a complex cluster of fabric from her bag. It was some sort of designer swimsuit, that was somehow both a one piece, but had the side ties of a stringkini, all held together by a band of fabric that would go up over her belly and connected with a complicated looking buckle. It was less swimwear and more an outfit for a fancy pool party.
"You've got to be kidding me," Scarlett complained, struggling to simultaneously keep her legs together, untangle the complicated mess of a swimsuit and focusing on not pushing, "How am I supposed to put this on?"
"One leg at a time," Danny said, smiling. However, his attention was dragged quickly away as Natalie gave a soft cry, and a splashing sound was heard.
"Oh god, my water broke, my water broke, my waaAAAA!" Natalie sank to her knees, wadding up the swimsuit and pressing it as hard as she could to her crotch. "No no no no no, Don't… ARGH!"
"KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN, KEEP THAT CROWN!" The audience cheered.
Red faced and shaking, Natalie struggled to try to get back to her feet, but simply stayed where she was on the ground, her upper body convulsing with her increasingly futile efforts to stop herself from birthing the head.
"It looks like Natalie might soon be out of this race. But speaking of races, let's look in on Maria and Jenna!" Danny began running a play by play of the first two women, Maria who had already, and easily, managed to pull on the simple bikini and was less waddling, but more shuffling her way to the pool, clearly doing her best to keep her thighs close together. Jenna in the meantime was struggling to pull her legs close enough to pin the bottoms of her stringkini together so she could tie the strings. The top meanwhile was on, but tied sloppily and hastily.
Scarlett in the meantime had managed to untangle the swimsuit and was struggling to get into it, her main fight now with the strip of cloth that buckled the bottoms to the top, which seemed like it had not been made with pregnant women in mind. Eventually, she managed to get into it, hunched over slightly and she began moving to the pool to complete the challenge. Natalie on the other hand…
"KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!"
Natalie was virtually paralyzed, unable to submit to her own body's instincts to push, but unable to do anything other than tremble on her knees. "Natalie, you have to change and get in the pool if you want to move on," Danny encouraged. With that last bit of encouragement, Natalie, shaking, slowly pulled the wadded swimsuit away from the massive bulge. It was all the incentive her body needed too. With a sharp cry, her hips bucked, and the head popped free with a second gush of fluid. The audience groaned as Natalie was quickly attended to by medics who swept her away to be treated.
"And that's another mum down folks!" Danny called out, returning to Jenna, who had sort of managed to get the strings tied and was just now making it to the pool, "But good job Jenna, you're halfway done with this challenge!" Turning to Maria, he congratulated her on finishing already. Maria could barely acknowledge the praise however, as she had started to bulge out slightly. Scarlett for her part had just gotten back to her podium and was struggling to remove the overly complicated clothing, and was clearly getting frustrated by it.
"AH, Careful Scarlett, you mustn't ruin the swimsuit…" "I'm… ARGH! Who designed this! It's impossible…." She began wiggling, desperately trying to get out of the suit without ruining it, but only getting more worked up. "Scarlett… the… buckle…. ARgh… It twists!" Maria called out from her podium, and mimed twisting the complex piece of metal. Her eyes red with tears of frustration, Scarlett mimicked the motion that Maria made, and the two halves of the swimsuit came neatly apart. Sobbing in relief, she began to deftly strip the idiotic clothing off. She managed to finish removing it just after Jenna had. Jenna was really showing signs of struggling now, her overly massive belly visibly rippling with contractions, and while she was clearly making pushing noises, had yet to visibly bulge from her efforts.
"Well there we are folks!" Danny said as the remaining 3 women managed to get their original clothes back on, "3 Mums left and two challenges to go! Who will get to our final round? Find out after this break!"
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When the lights came back on, the three remaining pregnant women were huffing and puffing near large curtained off sections of the stage, Danny standing in between all of them.
"Aaaaand welcome back to Keep That Crown ladies and gentlemen, the only show where the winner does not have a crown in the end!" The audience laughed at his joke, though Maria, Jenna and Scarlett, if they even heard the joke, did not so much as crack a smile at it. "I'd like to share some news with the audience, Jaime has given birth and wanted to share the announcement to the crowd that she had a girl!" The Audience cheered and whistled at the news. Danny let them go on for a short time, but raised his hands to quiet them down. "Normally I'd have a quick chat with each of our remaining contestants about their own labours at this point, but things are moving a tad quickly, so we should be as well."
Danny swept his arm aside and all three curtains rose up to the ceiling, revealing a trio of mock-up living rooms, each cluttered and trashed.
"For our spring episode, we have a bit of spring cleaning! Each contestant must complete the following, move the furniture pieces back into their assigned spaces, the floor is marked where each furniture item should go, then the larger items must be picked up and put on the shelves, the garbage must be thrown away and the floor must be vacuumed to clean all of this highly visible orange sand. Any item in the living room may be used to help clean it. At the end, each mother may take a breather and have a seat on the couch, but!" Danny leaned in, smiling as he revealed the next bit of news. "They may not want to, as the winner of this event gets to take home the furniture set, so try not to push anyone out on the new couches ladies!"
Despite the intense struggle of their labours, each of the women seemed intrigued by the opportunity.
"Danny… whooo… The… the couch… is it waterproof?" Scarlett asked, a hand rubbing the underside of her belly.
Danny peered down and made a noise of understanding. "I see. Well, if your waters have broken, we should get this event going, and yes, the couches are fully waterproof and covered by a VERY generous warrantee. On your marks, get set, GO!"
The klaxon and the music sounded, and the three women moved into the fray. "And they're off, with Maria moving onto her hands and knees to start collecting things to put away, a good strategy. But while crawling can speed things along, it's far better than bending over or squatting. Jenna has taken off her shoes and is using her toes to pick things up, and look at her go!
Jenna was masterfully picking things up with her feet and passing the items up to her hands. She started with the garbage, picking it up and tossing it into the provided wastebasket. Her furious pace slowed quickly as bending sideways to reach the items around her large belly soon tired her, and she leaned against a shelf, breathing heavily, grunting as she tried not to push with the next contraction.
"And Scarlett is taking… well, that's certainly an approach."
Scarlett was simply hooking her foot underneath every item she could, and was kicking it onto the couch. Once that was done, she could clearly see where the furniture was supposed to go, and began trying to shove it around. But the dense carpet of the faux living room was proving to be tough to slide furniture around on. She pushed at it, then moved to drag it, but found she had to bend over and lift the front feet of the item in question, a high backed chair. She cried out as the position put extra pressure on her baby and she dropped the chair as she felt the head beginning to rapidly descend. "No… not yet…"
"And Scarlett seems to be in trouble. Come on, hold that little one in there!" Scarlett managed to compose herself and, with them shaking violently, she managed to pin her legs together and she began working to move the chair again. The audience cheered as she worked, and Danny resumed his chatter.
"And Jenna has gotten back into the swing of things, picking things up a bit slower now, but she's moving right along. And speaking of moving… Maria! Wow!" Maria had nearly finished cleaning the floor, though a few items remained. But she had begun dragging furniture around while still on her hands and knees and was done moving the chair and the coffee table already, and was now shoving the couch to where it belonged. Her exertions had gotten her a huge lead, but it had gotten something else huge as well. The bulge in her leggings was getting bigger. "Maria, remember, if the head is out, you can't continue the game."
"It's… OW! It's still stretchinggggggggg!" She put a hand on her crotch and stopped moving, breathing hard for a moment, but continued shoving the couch. Rushing now, she got to her feet and grabbed the vacuum. It was an all-in-one type that meant that you had to stand upright to use it, and after some struggling, Maria managed to do just that, shoving the device around as fast as she could, desperate to finish the event so she could focus on not pushing anymore.
As she worked, Jenna had managed to finish the garbage and was now picking the regular items off of the floor, crying, not in pain or stress, but in delight at one of the items she found, a grabber claw! She was using it to easily pick items off of the floor and put them, even onto the shelves that the shorter woman could not have otherwise reached. Scarlett had no need of the device however, having finished moving everything but the couch, and was now clearing it off, hardly needing to bend over to pick the clutter up from it's seat. Soon, she was also vacuuming. As she started and Jenna quickly followed, Maria cried out in distress.
"Uh oh, and Maria has had a technical issue!" Danny strolled over to see Maria turning the machine over to see that it had choked on a sock that she had missed while crawling around. Maria tried to pull it out, but it was stuck fast. "Have… AH, OW…. Danny, is that enough?" Danny shook his head, pointing at a few areas, "I'm afraid not, there's still some of the sand there and there." "But….whooo…But the vacuum is jammed!" "Try using some of the items you cleaned up. I remember there being a screwdriver in the mess somewhere." Maria looked at the shelves, hastily and messily packed with stuff as she came across it, and with a groan, moved to start looking for the tool. Scarlett had finished vacuuming at this point, and was now moving the couch, with Jenna not far behind, having nearly finished her own floor. As Jenna finished, she wrapped up the cord of the vacuum and gingerly sat down on the couch, hastily getting back up as attempting to sit put so much pressure on the head she had yelped in pain.
"And we have our first room cleaned!" Danny called out, moving the vacuum out of the way to congratulate her. Scarlett grunted one last time and had also sat on the couch, laying down on it as she rubbed her belly, screwing her eyes up and breathing in long, hitching breaths. Maria on the other hand…
"Oh… Oh GOD! OWWWW!" Maria had found the screwdriver and had started taking the device apart and had gotten the sock free, but the screwdriver and the vacuum were abandoned now as she put a hand to her crotch. The bulge in her leggings had gotten unusually huge, and she had peeled them down a bit to see what was happening. Danny rushed over, and he blinked in surprise. "Well… This certainly is an episode of firsts ladies and gentlemen. Maria's baby is breech!"
The crowd gasped as a camera moved over and zoomed in on the unnatural stretch in Maria's leggings. Panting, she pushed Danny away and struggled to get the screwdriver. "No… NO! I can do this, I cannnnnn… AH, ARGH! NO!" With an involuntary push, the breached baby surged forward, stretching her far farther than was normal in a birth. "Maria, why don't you let the medics take you back and-" "The head isn't even ou-out…" Maria sobbed, struggling to put the vacuum back together. "I'm afraid that even though this is the first time it's happened on our show, it's in the rules Maria," Danny said evenly, "Your baby is over halfway out. You're done honey."
The crowd groaned with sympathy for the poor woman as she sobbed, letting the screwdriver fall from her grip and putting both hands down to support the baby's half delivered body while the medics lifted her onto a stretcher and rushed her backstage to finish the suddenly much more complicated delivery.
"Well, that was tough for her, but I'm sure we all wish Maria good luck with the rest of that birth. But as we are, we now only have two contestants left going into part 5, and our final challenge for tonight! But before we go, congratulations to Jenna once again for finishing this event first, and winning this lovely couch!"
The crowd cheered again as the camera zoomed in on the panting, sweaty mother as she kept her eyes closed as she tried to keep herself from pushing.
"Now, who will take home the grand prize of £150,000? Who will give into the urge to push? Find out when we get back from this commercial break!
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When the show's theme played once again, Jenna and Scarlett were nowhere to be seen, instead, two whimsical landscapes were displayed with cardboard cutouts of cartoonish children looking happy with baskets at their feet. Danny stood between them, his smile as large as ever, and just behind him were two white curtains. "And welcome back to the final part, and final challenge of…"
"KEEP! THAT! CROWN!" The audience cheered.
"And what a night this has been, our first televised breech, a bonus £50,000, and a couch as a bonus prize as well! But all good things must come to an end, and here it is. The bunny trail! As we get ready for Easter, we have all of these children on the bunny trails waiting for easter eggs. But who will deliver them? Why none other than our very own easter bunnies!"
The white curtains went up revealing the final two mums-to-be wearing little white dresses, knee high boots, white bunny ears, and even had little cotton ball tails. But were visibly distressed, and trying their best not to push. Danny strolled up to them, chipper as ever, and began his interview with them.
"So Scarlett, Jenna, you are our finalists. How are you both feeling?"
Jenna just gave a grunting moan, while Scarlett glared, red-eyed as she tried to keep her legs together to stop herself from pushing. "Just… Eunnnngh! Just… I can't… Start it already!"
"I can't start it yet," Danny laughed, unfazed by Scarlett's desperation. She moaned as he turned to the audience and began explaining the final challenge. "Now our Easter Bunnies" Danny said, gesturing to Jenna and Scarlett, "Must deliver eggs to each of the children's baskets on the bunny trail. As you can see, each side has no less than nine baskets. But, here's the kicker. You must deliver the eggs one at a time, no pun intended." The audience laughed again at his joke, and Danny continued. "You must also hold the egg in both hands as you go, as they are quite fragile. And if you drop one-" Danny dropped the egg, made of delicate blown glass, and it shattered to pieces on the ground, , "-you must return to the beginning to get a new one."
Danny turned as if done, but spun back as he 'remembered' the final rule. "And lastly, how do bunnies get around? They hop of course!" He mimed the required motion, the audience laughing at his antics while both Jenna and Scarlett paled in apprehension. "First to deliver all nine eggs is the winner. But! Even if your opponent gives in and gives birth, you must complete the challenge to collect the grand prize. So as you hippity-hoppity, make sure you…" "KEEP THAT CROWN!" "On your marks, get set…. GO!" The Klaxon sounded, and different music, a classic children's easter song, pumped into the studio as Jenna and Scarlett began. "And right away, we see that both mum's are having a bit of trouble with the hopping. Jenna can barely make the movement, and though Scarlett can hop she is having her own difficulties… Try to keep those legs together Scarlett!"
"Aaaaaaooooowwww, shut uuuup!" Scarlett moaned as she hopped forward, pausing after each one. Jenna, for her part, was barely able to get her formerly petite frame to perform even a small hop due to the size of her belly. She sobbed out with each attempt, her belly heaving and rippling with each of the violent motions.
"Come on Jenna, I know you can do it! The eggs are about one hop away and you can start delivering them!" Danny's words were meant to be encouraging, but Jenna moaned something, and he moved in to hear better. "What was that sweetie?"'
Jenna panted heavily, each breath sounding as if she had someone sitting on her chest. "P..p..please…don't…say…'deliver'"
Danny laughed as he backed off, "Fair enough, hard enough to keep your mind off of that right now I'd imagine."
On the other side, Scarlett had managed to collect her first egg and was only a few hippity-hoppities to the first basket when she yelled out, dropping the egg as she grabbed at her belly. "AH! OW, SHIT!" The egg shattered on the ground, and Scarlett nearly cried, stomping her feet as she tried her best to stop herself from pushing. "Language Scarlett!" Danny said in mock indignation, "It's a good thing It’s after 9, ha ha ha!"
Scarlett didn't look anything close to resembling amused, but just turned back to hop for a new egg. Jenna, meanwhile, had only just made it to the table and was leaning heavily on it, vocalizing with each breath, clearly about to give in and push. But as her contraction ended, she found new strength and grabbed her first egg and began hopping towards her own trail. Scarlett, not to be outdone, managed to get her second first attempt and moved back towards her goal. She was hit with another, hard contraction, but this time she braced herself, stopped hopping and stayed hunched over her belly, groaning, but high in her throat, doing her best not to push. Surviving the contraction, she hopped and gently laid the egg in the first basket. It lit up with a 'DING' and she flinched at the loud noise, one hand diving under her belly to provide support against the hopping trip back.
Jenna had just barely managed to get her egg to the first basket without dropping it, but had also laid hers in it's spot with a 'DING'. "And we're one and one right now ladies and gentlemen! And both mums are returning to the table… and as Scarlett takes a moment to breathe through the next contraction… or is she pushing?" "N-n-nooooOOOO!" "Well alrighty then! Jenna picks her next egg and is off again, Scarlett not far behind in her own delivery of the second egg… Oh, sorry Jenna, didn't mean to say that word again…"
Both women moved on, quickly depositing their second, third, fourth and fifth eggs without issue. But by now, both of them were screaming with each contraction, both had large bulges visible under their short dresses, and the floor was starting to get slick with various fluids. The crowd was cheering and chanting non-stop as they watched the struggling women. By now, both Jenna and Scarlett had to stop after each hop, and Jenna was clearly giving in, pushing as she went, but every time the head made a little progress, it went straight back in, despite the vigorous encouragement the hopping gave. Scarlett wasn't pushing with her hopping, but she cried out with each contraction, and felt the head threatening to pop out with each movement, but as long as she kept her legs together… "AUGH!" She cried out, making one last hop and setting egg six into it's basket.
She turned around as quickly as she could, hearing the 'DING' of Jenna's sixth basket as well. Gritting her teeth, she began the grueling journey back to the table. "And both mums have gotten to basket six!" Danny cried out, putting a hand on his forehead, "For both mums, this is a new record! Let's see who will make it!" Both made it to the table once again, with Scarlett simply grabbing the next egg and moving off, but Jenna gripped it with white knuckles as she shook, clearly pushing. "I… I CAN'T DO IT!" She cried out, and sank down, squatting through the next contraction.
"Don't push Jenna!" Danny called out, and the Audience redoubled their chanting. "KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN! KEEP THAT CROWN!" Jenna screamed and pushed, but as the contraction ended, she panted heavily, the head, not only not out yet, but STILL retracting back inside. "I… I got this!" Jenna said as the contraction ended.
The audience lost their minds as she took the next egg and hopped away. "AMAZING!" Danny shouted as she moved on, “Let's go number seven!" Scarlett was held up by her own contraction, nearly dropping the egg. She knew that if she dropped it, she might as well give in and push. Jenna was right behind her, and any mistake now would cost her the whole thing.
"Gotta… stayyyyyyy!" She shook as she locked her hips, doing her best not to push or let the contraction progress the head any more. The head was permanently bulging now, slightly visible with each hop. She hopped, but began to lose hope as she heard Jenna's seventh basket ding before she had quite gotten there. Scarlett's seventh went only a few seconds after, but at this stage with how hard it was to keep moving, it was a huge lead. "Jenna's catching up Scarlett, come on, you can do this!"
Scarlett growled and began hopping back, yowling as she forced herself to hop through a contraction. "Oh…oh…goooOOOOooodddd…. So…much…too…much…pressure…." She groaned to herself as she made it back to the table. She looked up to see Jenna there as well, leaning over and breathing heavily through her own contraction. With a growl, Scarlett snatched up her last egg and began hopping. Hearing a similar cry of effort behind her, she knew Jenna was doing the same.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! NECK AND NECK, ON THE NINTH AND FINAL EGG!" Danny exclaimed, "IT'S NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE!" "No kidding,” Jenna groaned, as she continued, bellowing as she forced herself to keep hopping through the next contraction. She made it to the final basket and dropped the egg in, the final 'DING' a glorious sound, and turned to see where Scarlett was… only to see her staring at her as well, dumbfounded, her own basket lit up too.
"Its… A TIE?" Danny called out, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" The crowd, prompted by screens that Jenna and Scarlett couldn't see, began a new chant. "SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE, SUDDEN LIFE!"
Danny strolled forward as both of the laboring mums leaned over their knees, grunting and screaming as they tried not to birth their babies. "Scarlett and Jenna. As you have tied in the final event, we now move into Sudden Life!" The crowd cheered as Danny took an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and broke a red wax seal on it. "To break this tie on the bunny trail, each mother must return to the table and continue delivering eggs to the ninth basket! Last to give birth wins the original prize, and an additional bonus of £50,000, bringing our jackpot to £200,000!"
The Klaxon blared as the crowd cheered, and both of them nearly in tears, Jenna and Scarlett began hopping their way back. It only took three hops before Jenna collapsed, crying. "No more, NO MORE! I caaaaaann't!" Afraid that she would get back up again, Scarlett continued hopping, not daring to push, hardly daring to breathe as she moved, only panting in short bursts between movements. She made it back to the table and began hopping back, but dropped her egg as the most powerful contraction she'd had all night rammed into her like a freight train. She shook life a leaf as she struggled to not push, to not move, to not to not not…. With a cry, Jenna gave in first. She had tried to get back up, but took one more hop and had given in completely, sinking into a deep squat, pushing with all her might, unable to stop her body's natural instincts one second longer. The head, fully visible under her dress was bulging more and more and more until with a burst of fluids, it popped out of her completely.
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER!" Danny called, moving over to congratulate Scarlett, "YOU'VE WON £200,000!" Scarlett couldn't care less aside from one thing. She had won. It was over. She didn't have to resist anymore. She fell to her knees, not caring about the scraping from the hard fall and bellowed, low and long, the sound getting higher and higher pitched as she fully gave into the unbearable pressure. It burned, it burned so bad as she pushed and pushed. Just when she didn't think she could stretch any farther, with a sudden high pitched cry, the head burst free. "Oh…oh thank god! Ohh…"
Danny stepped forward, all smiles. "Unbelievable night! Well, we're out of time for tonight, but we'll see you all next time, and remember to…
"KEEP THAT CROWN!"
Where do I sign up?
tv show where people give birth competitively and try to have the longest, most painful birth possible live on television for everyone to see. the last person to tap out wins a million dollars. there are dozens of contestants, and usually people are only accepted onto the show if they're pregnant with more than 3 or 4 babies or if their babies have something about them that make the birth process more difficult (big, nonhuman, wrong position, etc) so it's already more difficult than just competing against the average person. every participant is constantly made fully aware that they're live on television, being followed around by a crew and always being told to spread their legs so that a crew member can point a big camera directly at their aching stretched cunt for the whole world to see <3
Who doesn't?
She was merely one week away from her due date, as she waddled towards the doors of hell. At least that’s what it felt like as she anticipated hours upon hours of shopping. Her back was already aching, and she hadn’t even entered the department store yet.
Lara and her husband Ivan were expecting their first child. They were in the process of moving into their dream house. Unfortunately the moving car they’d hired had crashed earlier that week. No one was injured in the accident and their insurance covered the cost for their destroyed possessions, but here they were, one week before her due date, without a single thing for the baby. Or for themselves, for that matter - even their bed had been in that truck.
”Are you sure you don’t want to wait in the car?” asked Ivan, giving her a worried look. He had offered multiple times to just go himself, but she couldn’t just leave him to make all the decisions about their future furniture. The only furniture he’d owned before they got married was a wooden table and a ratty old pullout couch - to her great despair that couch was the only thing to survive the move - so she didn’t have much confidence in his furniture-picking abilities.
”I’ll be fine”, she said with more confidence than she actually felt, before striding determinately towards the doors of the department store. They had already spent over an hour in the car getting here, and her back was cramping painfully from the journey. Best thing to do was just to get it over with.
She started with a bathroom break, frowning when there was a bit more fluid than expected. It wasn’t gushing, though, so she convinced herself that it was nothing to worry about. With how much the baby had dropped, maybe it was pressing harder on her bladder than she’d thought. She dried herself, pulled up her leggings and adjusted her maternity top. She would totally be fine for a few hours of furniture shopping.
Lara and Ivan spent the better part of two hours walking past rows and rows of furniture. Lara kept one hand pressed to the small of her back as she waddled next to her husband. The back pain was getting really bad, hitting her in waves, each one worse than the last. The baby felt heavy in her pelvis, the head practically resting on her cervix. All that pressure was messing with her body - she felt like she really needed to take a dump.
”Bathroom break”, she murmured to Ivan, before waddling off towards the closest sign.
As she sat down on the toilet, she felt a lot of fluids leave her body, but not really anything else. The pressure had eased up, though, so she figured maybe she’d just really needed to pee. She washed her hands, staring at her sweaty disheveled appearance in the mirror. After a moment of leaning against the sink, she took a deep breath and headed for the door.
Ivan was watching her intently as she left the bathroom. ”Are you okay?” he asked, a worried wrinkle between his eyebrows.
”I’m fine. Just a backache.”
He didn’t seem to believe her and kept throwing her worried glances as they walked on.
That feeling of pressure that had dissipated in the bathroom, was returning with a vengeance. She pressed a hand against the underside of her belly, trying to lift the weight of her baby from her poor hips. She couldn’t really feel that taletell hardness of the baby’s head through her skin, even at the bottom of her belly, making her wonder if it was actually resting completely in the bowl of her pelvis. As she was contemplating this, another wave of back pain swept through her, making her belly cramp uncomfortably.
This latest cramp made the pressure drastically intensify and she was hit with a nagging suspicion that maybe this was labor. She tried to ignore it as the baby’s head slowly pushed through her dilated cervix, the pain and pressure shifting downwards with it. She had to be imagining this. Her due date wasn’t for another week.
Unconsciously she widened her stance as her contracting muscles squeezed the baby downwards. She struggled to keep her composure as the pressure grew, and with it came this terrible urge. The need to push was growing every second she continued to try to deny her labor. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now. Yet her body desperately wanted to push this baby out. Right this second.
”Lara? What’s wrong?”
Her husband’s voice sounded so far away as she focused on the sensations of her body, the tensing of muscles, the pressure, the stretching. The baby was inching downwards through her birth canal with every clenching of muscles. She spread her legs without really meaning to, her body locking up in her first real push. The baby pressed downwards faster with her help, the head stretching her birth canal wide.
The hand pressed to the bottom of her belly sneaked downwards, encountering her bulging crotch. She wasn’t quite crowning yet, but the baby’s head pressing down was changing the shape of her vagina, making it bulge outwards. With another contraction, another push, a burning feeling was joining the pain and pressure already between her legs. She moaned softly as her lips started to take the shape of a teardrop, the top of her baby’s head pressing out into her panties.
She moved her other hand down between her legs, exploring the growing bulge in her leggings. She could distantly hear voices around her, yelling, a far away mixture of sounds and movements. They weren’t important. Someone’s hand closed around her arm, pulling. She could vaguely distinguish her husband’s voice from the sea of background noise. She snarled at him, making him back away. She didn’t want anyone close right now. It was just her, and her body, and her baby.
She spread her legs more, squatting down a bit as she pushed again. Her legs quivered as she felt her lips slowly stretching around the top of the baby’s head. By the feeling of how much her crotch was bulging, she knew she still had ways to go. It was a very big baby.
She groaned as the burning feeling turned into a violent throbbing, the baby’s skull slowly inching downwards as her lips strained. Her clothes were pulled tight over the bulge, barely clinging to her hips. She rubbed softly over the stretched fabric, accidentally brushing against her clit. A surge of pleasure shot through her, making her throw her head back and moan. She started rubbing the little nub slowly, some of the pain transforming into pleasure. Intense, painful pleasure - but pleasure all the same.
The next contraction caught her off guard, making her sway slightly from the force of cramping muscles. She took a deep breath and bore down, feeling her nether lips thin and stretch as the baby slowly started to properly crown. With an agonizing slowness the head inched forwards, filling her hands and straining her clothes to the limit. It stopped at a full crown, her body thrumming with pain and pleasure and a desperate need to get this baby out.
She continued to ignore her surroundings as she circled her hips, trying not to push as she gave her body time to stretch. Her hand went back to her clitoris, rubbing through the soft fabric of her leggings. The poor leggings were stretched as far as they wood go. She pushed hard with the next contraction. No matter how much she tensed and strained, the head stayed at a full crown, her burning lips and staring clothes keeping it in place.
She sunk lower into her squat, shoving her hips forwards with the next push. The head stayed lodged were it was, but her vagina was throbbing with pain and pleasure around it. She whined and rocked her hips from side to side in an attempt to get it unstuck. The bulge in her leggings was truly massive, witnessing about the size of her baby. She must truly be a sight to behold.
Strange hands were touching her, trying to pull down her leggings. She didn’t like it, but she allowed it, realizing that her bottoms needed to come off for her to be able to deliver. With the way her legs were spread they didn’t have much luck getting them off, but they did manage to loosen the garment slightly.
As the next contraction hit, she battered them away again and bore down with a guttural yell. The head shifted slightly against her bruised lips, but still couldn’t seem to move passed them. She pressed down against her clitoris, the violent jolt of pleasure causing her to tense in another push. Her thighs shook as she worked against her own body, trying to push a too big baby through a too small opening. She pinched her nub again, pushing with the clenching pressure that followed. Despite the pain, she was suddenly very close to orgasming.
She circled her hips again, the weight of the baby resting against different parts of her vagina as she moved. Her fingers worked furiously at her clitoris, the pulses of pleasure almost making her knees give out as she pushed with each one.
And then, finally, as she shoved her hips forwards and pushed with all her might, the head shot forwards and the found herself orgasming violently as it popped out.
The rest of the world rushed back into focus, sounds and voices and her husbands arms. She collapsed into them, no longer able to keep upright. The baby’s head dangled uncomfortably between her legs, but she no longer wanted to keep control of the birth. She wanted someone to take her pants off and get the baby out.
”Get it out!” she sobbed into her husbands neck, shifting uncomfortably as she felt the baby start to turn.
Ivan murmured encouragements in her ear as she felt something cold touch her leg. A backwards glance revealed a paramedic behind her, in the process of cutting her leggings off. She leaned against her husband as she felt them check for a chord around the baby’s neck and telling her to push. She tried, moaning as the shoulders wouldn’t budge.
”You’re almost done”, her husband murmured in her ear. ”Baby, you’re so close.”
She nodded into his neck, gathered all remaining energy, and pushed as hard as she could. One shoulder eased out, then another. A strange sliding sensation and a rush of emptiness, as the paramedic pulled the baby from her body. A rush of fluids followed it, drenching her utterly ruined pants. Her body shook, Ivan the only thing still keeping her upright. Around her people gawked and pointed their cellphone cameras her way as the baby gave a loud wail.
”It’s a girl! Lara, we have a daughter!”
Her husband was crying and laughing at the same time, while Lara stared numbly at the crowd gathered around them.
”Lara, look! She’s beautiful!”
She turned her eyes to the wrinkly, slimy, purple little human that had just come out of her. The rest of the world faded away again, as she reached out for that hideous little creature - the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Her daughter.
Pre-story notes:
I am still writing The Way Home, but a combination of writer's block on that story, plus a bit of pure Muse being injected into this one, I'll resume TWH next upload. That said...
This one is a little dark, with some intentional torment of the main character. Everything works out for her in the end, but it gets a bit dicey for a hot minute.
Also Katrina is 18! She is almost 19 years old in this story, but in order for the dynamics of this story to work, she is a young mother, still in high school, still living with her parents. If this isn't your cup of tea, please leave. Otherwise, enjoy!
Katrina scowled as she waddled through the church grounds. On the list of things she'd rather be doing included being hit with a car. Walking on hot coals. Eating gas-station sushi again. But no. Her mom had oh-so GRACIOUSLY volunteered her time to this church fundraiser. At 9 months pregnant, she'd rather be at home, resting, finish packing her hospital bag, trying to deal with these annoying as hell Braxton Hicks contractions…
Another one started wrapping around her belly as the thought came to her, and she rubbed at it as she approached the pastor, a man named Father Isaac, to find out what she was in for.
"Katrina! How are you… ah, WE, doing today?" Katrina did her best to internalize the eye roll. The politeness to her face was all too sickening. She had heard what he really thought of her. 'Teen mom. Her life is ruined. She'll have a hard time finding a husband with a kid on her hip.' "I'm doing fine," She replied, taking her hand off her belly, and placing it on her back, "Mom didn't say what I was in for today, so…" Katrina flapped her free arm in a sort of, 'So tell me what the fuck I'm doing here' gesture. Either Isaac was oblivious, or had a better poker face than she did, because he didn't so much as bat an eye. "Ah, well, my son said he'd set you up with a booth. And he did say that he found one where you won't have to be on your feet all day. Y'know. Cause your pregnant." Katrina smiled thinly, "Ah. I've noticed. Where is Adam?" Father Isaac smiled and pointed, "On the other side of the food tent by the games. He's got you running one of them." Katrina sighed and waddled off. Or started to. "It's real nice that you volunteered for this Katrina. It's so nice to see someone like you so invested in the church." She decided that that particular comment deserved a bit of venom in the reply. "Oh yeah. I mean, getting voluntold to do this or I get kicked out of my home. But I mean, it's not like my life isn't going to be hard enough as it is." With that, Katrina left, walking towards the games. As it was, she was sure her mom would be pissed about what she said to Father Isaac, but something about the man could get under her skin like a splinter. Not that the next person she was going to talk to was any better. Adam was her personal tormentor. She'd never liked him, nor he her, but he had gotten worse once the news that she was pregnant had flown around the school. Not that she could prove any of it, but the handwriting on the notes in her locker looked like his. That and the way that he and his buddies found it the peak of all comedy to swerve in the truck that Adam drove, and spray cold, filthy water on her whenever they passed her while she walked home. Of course, as a pastor's son, of course it wasn't him. The teachers all agreed that someone who was the son of such a community leader couldn't possibly be acting in such a way. So she'd gotten detentions and the like for her 'wild and baseless accusations' and life went on.
"Hi there Kate" Adam said as Katrina waddled up to him, one hand going to rub the mild cramp running along the front of her belly. "It's Katrina," Katrina corrected him, rolling her eyes, and brushing some of her hair out of her face. "Right, so Kate," Adam said, making Katrina grind her teeth, "So, you need a job where you don't need to stand, or be in the sun all day…" Katrina blinked. She had honestly expected that he would give her a job where he and his friends could leer over her swollen form all day, and mock her while sitting down, and drinking cold drinks while she stood and sweat until everyone left. "Oh. Uh, thank you." Adam's smile made the sudden flutter of hope that the day wouldn't be terrible vanish, "Oh, don't worry, you get to sit all day, well, most of the day, and it'll be nice and cool." Adam put a hand around Katrina's shoulders and led her around the back of the food tent. Under a large tree, basically hidden in a nook behind a bush and a sign for the day's activities, was a large transparent blue bucket, filled 6 feet deep with water, the top surrounded by a cage, and next to it, a big yellow board with a red and white bull's eye painted in the middle. A dunk tank. "You can't be serious." Adam smiled, "Well, your mom called an asked if there was something you could do for us at the fair today. This is all I can offer you…"
He said the last with a sort of sad mocking tone. Katrina glowered at him, and gestured at her belly. "I'm not getting into that thing while I'm 9 months pregnant!" "Well," Adam scratched at his chin. A gesture he'd picked up from his father, but Father Isaac had a beard to make the gesture worthwhile, Adam just looked like an asshole. "Well, I could let you loose then, but then I'd have to call your mother and tell her that you refused to help with the one thing we asked you to do today. By the way, what is rent like say… anywhere near where you know anyone?" Katrina's jaw dropped, her eyes pricking with tears, "That's… that's not fair." Adam smiled again, "It is A fair, and this is your job. So… step on in, or walk on out." Katrina took two steps away, before thinking it over. She could leave, and live in a box until she gave birth, finished school and got out of this town. Or she could get dunked a few times, and stay with her parents until then. Sighing, she turned around and walked back to the tank. "How does it work?"
Adam was all too helpful with getting Katrina up the ladder and onto the seat. The foam pad, which was probably once comfortable to sit on, was now so worn down, it might as well have been one of the pews from inside the church. She sat on it, the platform creaking slightly under her weight. She shifted uncomfortably, and snapped her head around when she heard a click. She saw Adam fixing a padlock to the gate, closing her off from the ladder and the way out of this. "Adam, what are-" "Just a precaution," Adam said, "Clearly you can't be trusted to not run off before the day's over, so I thought I'd make sure you're safely up there until your shift is done." With that, Adam left, stepping quickly away, back to the rest of the fair grounds. Katrina sighed again and idly kicked her now bare feet in the water, flinching at how cold it was. "Kinda wish it WAS in the sun," Katrina muttered, wincing again, but now at the slight twinge in her belly. It didn't take long for the fair to start. Katrina could hear church-goers and other people having a grand old time, winning cheap prizes at rigged games, the occasional shout of bingo from the far end of the food tent, and the warm-up of what counted for 'live entertainment' in the small town, a handful of young men playing country songs way too loudly for such a small event. As she began to rub at her belly again, she heard laughing getting closer, and looked up to see Adam leading the first customers over. Katrina smiled and waved at them, younger kids who threw, but none of them managed a hit. The line was never longer than 2 or 3 people, and there was never more than 10 minutes between customers.
As the day, and her Braxton Hicks contractions dragged on, Katrina began to feel a growing pressure. At first, she thought it was just that she had to pee, but it felt different. The feeling was further back in her pelvis, and bigger. Much bigger. As the live music blared, she gasped, rubbing at the underside of her belly and shifted her hips from side to side, trying to relieve the pressure. And there was so…much…pressure. It felt like a basketball was being inflated in her hips, and the sensation was perhaps the most awful feeling she'd ever experienced. She just wanted to squirm away from it. At her home, in her room, she'd bought an exercise ball, and lately, that was the only thing she could comfortably sit on. The nearly unyielding surface of the dunk-tank seat was nowhere near that level of comfort. Should couldn't rock back and forth, she couldn't move her hips side to side, she couldn't even lightly bounce to relieve this horribly pressure. She had taken to simply breathing deeply and rubbing her belly with her eyes closed when a loud laugh made her look up. Adam was standing, leaning against the tree, and chatting with his usual group of school friends. "What a fucking spectacle," One of them, Bryce, said. "Nah, she'd used to people looking at her," Adam said, "It's how she wound up like she is." "Fun," A third boy, Roger, said. Roger was bit for his age, standing a good 6 inches taller than the rest, and he wasn't gangly either. He smirked a bit and grabbed a baseball for the game and tossed it in the air. Adam mock bowed and stepped aside. "Go ahead, friends don't pay." Katrina had just enough time to feel nervous when Roger grunted and said "Fun" again, before hurling the ball so fast his arm vanished from view.
With a muffled CLANG, the seat underneath Katrina dropped, dunking her into the water. She thrashed in the water, having been dunked in so fast, she didn't even have time to take in a breath. Once she figured out with way was up, she burst from the surface, coughing and gagging, and beginning to shiver from how cold the water was. She pushed the seat back into it's up position and struggled to climb out, the weight of her belly and wet clothes making the climb almost impossible. She sprawled on the small platform, moaning and holding her belly, another Braxton hicks contraction feeling like it was twisting her like a wet towel being wrung to dry. There was so much water in her ears, she almost didn't hear the next muffled CLANG as the seat dumped her into the water again. She fell sideways into the water, the impact driving what little air she had managed to get into her lungs. The sudden, second shock of cold kickstarted another contraction, making her ball up underwater, until her desperation for air made her painfully straighten up and burst through the surface. She gasped and coughed more, and, once the seat was back up, she simply hung from it, not wasting the energy it took to climb back up. "No, you gotta go back on the platform," Adam taunted, "That's how the game works."
As she struggled to pull herself up, and lay gasping once more on the platform, she felt something odd. The cold wet feeling had changed slightly. Between her legs, it was a warm wet feeling. Great, she had peed herself. As another Braxton Hicks contraction made her curl up slightly, she realized two things. Firstly, that wasn't pee. Secondly, these weren't Braxton hicks. "Oh no, I need to-" Katrina was cut off as Adam's throw slammed home, sending her down into the water again. Something about the sudden shock of cold right after realizing that she was indeed in labor made her body go berserk. She twisted and writhed as the strongest Braxt-no, full on contraction felt like it was trying to both rip her belly off and crush it against her spine at the same time. She finally broke free from the water yet again, cough and gagging at the water she had inadvertently inhaled and swallowed. She pounded on the plastic side of the tank to scream at Adam to let her go, but he was turned away, laughing with his friends. She turned to try to climb up the platform without resetting it. Katrina knew that if she put it up and climbed back up, one of Adam's cronies or he himself would simply send her back into the water. She struggled and failed to make the climb without the ledge being set up, so she begrudgingly set the platform up and climbed up to yell over the top of the tank setup. Pulling herself up was more difficult with all the pressure and the borderline NEED to simply curl up.
She finally managed it by clenching her abdominal muscles as hard as she could to make the pull, but as she did, she felt something slip. The pressure shifted slightly down, and now it was so. Much. WORSE. She tried to call out to Adam, to beg to be let out, but as soon as she straightened up to say something, the CLANG went off again, and she was once again, sent into the water. She was standing this time, and on the way down, her hip hit the platform hard. She gasped reflexively, and began thrashing as she realized she had just inhaled a mouthful of water. When she finally got free and had managed to stop coughing, the realization of the shift in pressure made her go cold. She must have been in labor all day, because now, she could only make out one thing. She had only one goal in her mind, one desire, one instruction every cell in her body was screaming, was begging her to obey.
Push
"ADAM," Katrina shouted, her voice hoarse and weak from the multiple rounds of water going down the wrong way, "LET ME OUT!" She didn't know if anyone could hear her, and she was about to call again when she heard Adam call back. "Now now Katrina, you're supposed to do a whole shift." "I'm in labor, I have to puuuuush!" The last word strangled out and was pulled longer by the onset of another contraction as she bent over as far as she could while still standing in the water, pushing. "Nice try," One of the other friends, a shorter guy named… she actually didn't know his real name, but she knew everyone called him Plink, said, "But no way you're that far, even if you are in labor. I bet you just want to get ouuuuuuuuut." Plink drew out the last word, mocking the way Katrina had drawn her last word out.
Katrina didn't even have the energy to respond as she bore down. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right. From all of her reading online, pushing was supposed to relieve the pressure that had been building. Her attempts at pushing only made the pressure worse. Now she could barely stand, even with the water helping to support her weight. Her legs were bowed out, and it felt like the basketball had been replaced with a bowling ball. She just wanted to either sit or lay down, to take the burden off of her hips, but the water was too deep for that. She racked the platform back up, and tried to climb back up. The effort was too much. Her arms shook, and her lower half dangled uselessly as she tried. Once she got her belly above the surface of the water, her back cried out in protest, locking up in another brutal contraction, making her stop to push. It was too much. Too fast, too much pressure, too many people watching and jeering and mocking. Closing her eyes, she somehow found the strength to pull herself back onto the platform and she laid back, reveling in the feeling of no longer standing, even though the pressure seemed to worsen being on her back. She moaned through another contraction, and heard a shout from the boys. "Stop faking it," One of them, she didn't know who, shouted, and she heard the CLANG again, and went back in.
Katrina had managed to not swallow any water this time, but only because she had held her breath while pushing. When she opened her eyes under the water, she could see the boys still laughing, and could faintly hear them howling like hyenas. The bowling ball of pain and pressure seemed like it was moving slower than a snail, but it was moving. She came up again and angrily shoved the platform back up. For some reason, standing and pushing wasn't working, but it had felt slightly better for the few seconds she had been able to lie down. She climbed back up and called out to her tormentors. "Please, please give me a minute, I'm-" Her words were cut off by the next dunk. Despite the water, she landed quite hard, the knee under the hip she had bruised on the platform earlier giving out, sending her down into a sort of half crouch. She shuddered and writhed from the new feeling of the head rocketing down, the pressure both feeling better and worse at the same time. She tried to get back up, but could barely close her legs enough to get upright. Gritting her teeth, she managed it, but the mind numbing wrongness of the motion sent lances of pain into her hips and cervix. She shuddered again and desperately shoved the platform back up, hoping to send it home hard enough to jam it, and tried to climb back on. Halfway up the climb, she paused for another contraction.
"GAH! Nggghhhhhh!" She groaned her way through it, the grunting turning into a yelp as the platform dumped her into the water with another CLANG before she had even made it out of the water. Still being halfway up the mechanism, she held on as best as she could, but only managed to be swung with it before the sudden stop at the end of it's motion slammed her free, her legs impacting the back wall. THAT motion sent things into overdrive. The pressure in her hips surged like nothing Katrina had ever felt before. The sudden urge to lean into the pressure and push with everything she had was stronger than the urge to breathe. She curled up as she sank beneath the surface of the frigid water and pushed as hard as she could while sinking. It was like she was possessed. The desperate, maniacal, unyielding demand of her body overrode every other instinct she had.
Don't worry about getting out, push. Don't worry about the boys, push. Don't worry about the cold, Push. Don't worry about a hospital, Push! Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, Push, Push, PUSH!
Bubbles ran up her face as she groaned through gritted teeth. The pressure had now given way to a burning, ripping pain in between her legs, the ring of fire. She reached down to feel, and her eyes snapped open in panic, her blood running colder than the water. Her shorts were still on. Her lungs burning from the lack of air, she paddle furiously for the water, gasping and coughing as she breeched the surface.
"I-My pants!" She gasped and called out, "It's coming outtt!" She held onto the platform with one hand and fought desperately to close her legs enough to strip off the tight jean shorts she had made the mistake of wearing on today of all days. The last few days, the counter pressure they had applied to her hips had been one of the few reliefs she could find outside of lying in a bath, but now, the overly tight fabric that hugged her hips and ass, the sensation even worse now for being soaked, seemed to actively fight her efforts in taking them off. As she fought, the fire from the attempted crowning in her pants receded as the wet denim undid all of her effort in the mammoth push she had done under the water. Even though that contraction had ended, the frenzied desperation of the urge hadn't.
She began to hyperventilate as she fumbled at the button and zipper of her shorts, her fingers numb with cold and fear. Unable to figure it out, she choked back a frustrated sob and began to pull herself, once again, onto the platform. Fortunately, it stayed up while she tried to rip her shorts down, the effort a difficult task even when she wasn't under such strain. As she wrestled with the clothing, she noticed the boys all standing and staring. "Help me!" Katrina called, her voice still not carrying far, both due to the water she had accidentally inhaled, and the live music from the other side of the fairgrounds. "Sure," Adam said, "I'll give you a minute. See, the boys and I have had a bet going for the last few weeks on who the baby daddy is. And seeing as you probably won't tell us, we're just gonna watch and see if we're right. Y'know, see who it looks like. I have 20 bucks on Jackson."
The others began listing their bets while Katrina listened in horror. Not only did they now know that she was in labor, but they were betting on the father? Which meant that they had no intention of helping her or setting her free. Her fear gave her enough willpower to stop fumbling with her shorts and try to go to the door, rattling it as she remembered, belatedly, that it was locked. "HEY!" Adam called, "Your shift isn't done yet!" CLANG The platform tipped, and Katrina cried out as the floor rotated away from the door, dropping Katrina, HARD, onto her belly as it dumped her into the water once again. The impact drove another contraction with the same desperation as the last one. Unfortunately, Katrina had to make a choice. Give into the furious demands and sensations, or straighten up to breathe.
The impact to her belly had also driven every molecule of air from her lungs, and the urge to inhale was as powerful as the urge to push. She straightened up, the motion feeling like nails were being driven into her spine as she did, and choked in a gasp, the sound somewhere between a gulp and a sob. She took another deep breath and bent over, working like a maniac to remove her shorts. With a desperate shove, they gave slightly, and her body noticed. Her legs began to spread as the baby's head began to descend rapidly once again. She fought to keep her mouth closed against the water and the scream as the ring of fire returned with a vengeance, her body thrashing at the pain of it. Spreading her legs under the pressure had an unfortunate side effect, as the material stretched back tightly over her crotch, pushing against the head.
She bucked her hips, going sideways under the water at how WRONG it felt, her body revolting at the backwards sensation. It knew that the baby was supposed to go out, not back in. Katrina tried to push her shorts down, but they were jammed by her spread open legs. She tried to close her legs enough to remove her shorts, but the head was preventing any such attempt. With some trepidation, she gingerly placed a hand between her legs, and attempted to make it so she could close them. She. Pushed. It. BACK The sensation was by far, the worst thing she had every felt in her life, her body lighting up with a billion messages, each one some variation of the word "STOP!"
Shaking, she managed to remove her hand and, mercifully, or not, close her legs. She righted herself and pushed off of the ground, gasping for air, and reached down to remove the shorts. With how wet they were, the sensation of denim sliding across her hips felt as if the fabric was made of fire, but eventually, she managed to get them to her knees, and then off entirely. Refusing to fight her body on it anymore, she took one more breath while standing up, and squatted down, giving into the bone deep demands of her body. She pushed. She PUSHED.
The head descended so fast the she had to clap a hand on her bulging pussy to keep it from burning too much or tearing. she shuddered a bit at the resistance, but at least it wasn't pushing the head back again. She shook as she eased the head out. Keeping her legs wide, she paddled once again for the surface, the effort becoming more and more draining with each time she made her way up. "I.. help meeeee" She begged, gasping in a breath and sinking below again. She bore down again as she sunk, but something felt wrong. A sharp pain in her pelvis, this time between her hips had digging in like a splinter, then like a knife. She pushed experimentally at the pain, but it exploded. She belted out a short scream under the water, and clamped a hand over her mouth instantly to keep her from drowning. Katrina attempted another, more timid push, but felt the same pain, the same resistance. She didn't know what was wrong, but her body seemed to. Despite the stabbing pain, at the next contraction, which was coming so close on the end of the last one that there was hardly a break between them, she lost control as her body began to push, hard at the stubborn blockage.
The pain in her pelvis grew worse and worse until she had to release one of her knees, barely aware that she had grabbed them in the first place, and pressed with a desperate force against the pain, just below the swell of her rock hard belly. The pressed harder and harder against it as she pushed, and with a grating, sliding sensation, the pain receded into her, and she writhed as the baby began to slide out. She lunged, trying to find her baby through the cloud of blood and lord knows what else to find it. Finding a squirming thing, she pulled it gently towards herself and stood up, clutching it close to her chest. Breaking free for what she knew later to be the last time, she blinked tears and water out of her face and looked, shivering at the small human in her arms. A girl! She'd had a girl! A girl who was very cold, and very still. Katrina cried out and began rubbing her daughter until she was rewarded by a weak, but clear cry. She sobbed in relief and held her child close, faintly aware of the second most beautiful sound she'd heard that day, or even in the last few seconds. The metal door to the top of the dunk tank opened and she heard the platform get locked back into place. "Katrina! Are you alright?" She looked up to see Father Isaac jumped down into the water beside her. She shook her head, holding her baby close, "N-n-n-no. Adam…"
She told Father Isaac what his son had done. Fortunately, he believed her, as he had caught the end of what had happened. Katrina looked past the paster to see all of the boys looking very ashamed. Father Isaac refused to press charges against his own son. When Katrina tried to, her mother nearly struck her for daring to try to "bring the law of man against a man of god!" In the end, Katrina went to Father Isaac and struck a deal with him. Katrina couldn't get child support from daughter's father, but she could from the person who had nearly killed her and Katrina both. One month later, after graduation, from which Adam and his friends were suspiciously absent, (Katrina had said a few things to a few people, and once a video had gotten out, they had been suspended pending investigation,) Katrina packed her things, and got the hell out of the crappy town and it's people who now judged her for not only having a child out of wedlock at her age, but also getting money from the church to support it. She didn't know if she ever wanted another baby, but she knew damn well that she didn't want another waterbirth.
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I tugged down the hem of my shirt once more, groaning internally at the line that stretched out before me. The store was fully packed, yet there was only one underpaid cashier to handle all of it. Part of me debated calling it quits and just heading home, but seeing as this was the last errand I had to run, I figured I might as well stick it out.
That was proving to be easier said than done, though.
"O-ohhh..." I leaned against the handlebar of my full cart as I exhaled slowly through my nose. Again, I readjusted the hem of my shirt, the compression material doing little to obscure just how much weight I'd put on over the past few months. I couldn't help but feel self conscious about it, especially when it seemed to attract more attention than I cared for.
As if that wasn't bad enough, both my bloated stomach and my back had been killing me all morning, to the point where I'd had to stop several times while shopping just to wait out the cramps. My hands grasped the handlebar of the cart until my knuckles turned white, and it took everything I had not to make a sound.
Just gotta make it through the line and--wait, what was...?
I felt the color drain from my face as I felt a sudden warmth spreading from my crotch, an involuntary shiver running through me as I felt liquid seeping down my thighs. "Fuck," I swore under my breath, nervously glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me to see. Luckily, I was the last person in line for the time being. My rational mind screamed at me to just go, just ditch the cart and tend to my weird accident away from others. But the line was finally moving a bit, and against my better judgement I stayed, hoping that my leggings would just absorb the worst of it and no one would have to know.
I didn't have long to think about it when another cramp decided to make itself known, and I could feel my stomach tensing bizarrely from the internal pressure. As I ran a sweaty palm down the front of my taut stomach, I tried to focus on breathing through it. This went on for several of the longest minutes of my life, and my only reward for my silent suffering was moving another few feet closer to the register. As I took another step forward, another pain lanced through my abdomen, and my knees nearly buckled. For a fleeting second, I envisioned dropping into a squat, freeing my swollen belly from the confines of my clothing and--
I shook my head aggressively, banishing the strange thought as soon as it had come. Still, that odd urge remained in the back of my head, and it only got stronger with each new burst of discomfort. By the time I was four carts away from the register, I could barely think clearly through the sensation of something shifting inside of me, an otherworldly pressure just behind the lips of my cunt, and my thighs trembled as I stood with my feet slightly apart. Before I could stop myself, my body seemed to act of its own accord, and I hurriedly bit back a whimper as I felt myself bear down.
My eyes widened as I felt it then, felt something beginning to emerge from me. My grip on the cart tightened as my breath came in shallow gasps, and I could feel the fabric of my leggings beginning to bow outwards as my traitorous muscles worked to push something out of me. One of my hands moved down to try and stop whatever it was, but it was a moment too late, and a guttural moan escaped my throat as I felt something large slip into my now ruined leggings with another burst of fluid.
By now, the sight and sound of me had caught the attention of the other shoppers, but I couldn't even think about them right now. My hands shook as I struggled to pull my soaked leggings and panties down, and I let out a choked sound of disbelief as I retrieved a wailing baby from my ruined clothes. My mind raced with the revelation that not only had I apparently been pregnant this entire time, but I'd just given birth into my clothing a crowded store.
Before I could even think of what to say or do, a dreadfully familiar pain lanced through me again, and my eyes darted down to my belly, still straining against the fabric of my shirt. Again, that urge from before hit me, and this time I didn't resist, couldn't resist. Among the worried voices of the people around me and the cries of my surprise baby, I braced myself against my cart once more and pushed hard.
Please, I thought deliriously as I felt another baby beginning to crown, please let this be the last one...