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Actress Yumi By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:26:36 AM

The snow whirled outside.
Trying to get comfortable, Yumi adjusted her well filled maternity dress, feeling heavy fetal movement against the straining walls of her uterus and waited for the temporary discomfort to pass.
In the far north of Japan, near Abashiri, there is no one for 10 kilometers in any direction. It is three months now since she left Tokyo and all that she knew there,
For some time Yumi had succeeded in maintaining her life as a prominent actress without scandal, but it was unavoidable in that world for an actress to be available for men of importance.
As her career grew she several times was forced to resort to abortion as a result of these attentions.
Finally she achieved the great breakthrough, to be acclaimed as a leading actress, only once again to become aware of a change in her physical condition. From her previous pregnancies she recognised immediately the signs.
For Yumi this was a time of terrible decision since, after her last abortion, she had been told that she would never have a child. Now she had been given one more chance.
Yumi decided that she would bear this child. Telling no one she battled through the early morning sickness, blaming colds and hangover for her symptoms.
From the fifth month it was necessary to conceal the swelling of her body with tight bindings, but in this way she reached the start of her final trimester without detection. However the restriction of her belly became increasingly painful and at last she was forced to give up her stage roles and move away to the north where there was no one to observe.
She was entirely alone, but passed her days happily preparing for what was to come. She had acquired books and videos on pregnancy and childbirth which she eagerly absorbed.
As her growing child moved restlessly in her womb she spoke to it gently urging it to come quickly and easily to its mother’s arms.
As her baby still shifted awkwardly within her she suddenly felt a powerful tightening at her waist; pain flared around the great globe of her tummy.
Her hands flew to her abdomen. It felt full and taut. Beneath her hands it seemed to become even harder. Yumi’s heart thumped with anxiety and she turned onto her side.
"Ooohh! … HHoooohh"
A sharp band of pain gripped her swollen belly. Her hands grasped tightly the arms of the sofa where she lay curled around her convulsing belly. The pain continued.
"Ahhhhh, ….Ahhhhh!!," she gasped.
" OOOOooohh!, "
Remembering the lessons from her books she tried to breath deeply to ease the pain.
“Hhhuuuffff … Hhhuuuffff! … Hhhuuuffff!!,” but it seemed to do no good.
The pain eased suddenly. Grasping her stomach in both hands, she rose and waddled awkwardly through the door into the small bedroom. Beside the bed was a birthing chair. When she determined on delivering her child, she had visited a gynecological products seller under a pseudonym and ordered one of their patented delivery chairs
The contraction of her uterus began again.
"Hhhuuuffff … Hhhuuuffff … OOOOoooowwwww!!" she cried sharply.
"Nnoooo please!, … Hhhuuuffff … Hhhuuuffff … AAaarrrrggghhh!!."
Falling heavily onto the low bed she knotted the sheets in her desperately clawing hands.
As she lay suffering on the sheets, the pain came and went, but every five minutes from the time it had first come upon her she was wracked with an agonising burst. Time after time she endured, writhing and crying out on the bed, her sweat beginning to dampen the bedclothes, while slowly within her her uterus opened out at the cervix under the pressure of the remorseless contractions.
Suddenly, although she could not have believed it possible, the pain increased sharply.
"Ahhoooooo!! … Ahhoooooo!!" she gasped, “NNNooooooo!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg,”
and she ground her face into the bed to smother her anguish.
She felt enormous, unbearable pressure low between her legs. Frantically she tried to spread her knees wide apart to make room for her child, but the tangled skirts of her maternity dress prevented it.
Sobbing with effort she dragged the dress over her head exposing maternity pantyhose stretched wide and tight through which the livid stretch marks of her labouring belly could be seen, and her swollen breasts, grown too big for her brassiere, of which one had escaped its lacy cup in the effort of removing her dress and now its dark nipple poked out long and thick in the cold air.
"OOoohhh, … HHhhhuunnfff!, … HHhhhuunnfff!, … HHhhhuunnfff!," she cried. “Please, I can’t … OOOooooohhhhh!! … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg!!”
and she bore down frantically on the enormous burden in her womb.
Her pain became more and more extreme; it seemed to tear at the lower half of her body as if to rip her pelvis apart.
She twisted the body, and screamed her agony. Outside a snowstorm had set in.
The lapses in pain she had read of in the maternity magazine did not come for her. Evening was closing in, for half a day she had been labouring and still the violent pain continued. In her efforts, the plump outstanding breast extruded thick white colostrum which oozed from the ducts at the end of her fattened nipple down over the broad, ragged, dark brown areola which had replaced the petite pink tips of her breasts.
"NNnnnnoooo!! … " she screamed as the pains racked her again and again. “I can’t do it! … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … Toooo Biiiig!!, ….HHhhhnnnngggg, Aaiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!”
and her howl wailed out to join the shriek of the wind outside.
At each convulsive push her abdomen stood up, large and stark.
With trembling hands she reached around behind her back to the clasp of her brassiere. With a grunt of effort she freed it and, panting softly, she drew down the shoulder straps, pulling both of the cups free of her heavy swollen breasts.
Beads of pre milk started up immediately from her enlarged teats. Her terrible pain continued.
"Oooooohhhh!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg," she wailed, “Ooooohhhh!! It moves!! OOooohhhh, …. HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … HHhhhnnnnnngggggghhh!!!!”
Her face twisted in agony.
"It moves!! … OOohhh, my cunt!!”"
Yumi feels her flesh stretching unbearably. Grasping her heel in one hand she strains her legs apart and with the other hand reaches between her wide spread thighs trying to verify the opening of her gash.
"UUuuuunggghhh!! " she grunts, straining to feel, but in that position the pantyhose pulled over the great bulk of her belly frustrates her.
Grunting and crying with effort, she turns over onto all fours. Pushing down her pantyhose and panties she fingers her profusely haired vulva and and feels how her gash has been stretched out in a definite oval.
"Uuuuunggghhh! …" she moans.
"Oooooohhhhhh, … AAaaaaaaarrrghhhh!!, … AAaaaaaaarrrghhhh!!, … Aaiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!."
Each contraction of her uterus now brings unbearable pain. Reaching up she clings to the headboard of her bed, tugging fiercely to stretch her abdominal muscles and force the fetus down her narrow channel.
Her shrieks intensify. Her belly muscles clench hard and fiercely. She can feel the body of her baby moving downwards.
"HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg!!" she cries, sweat dripping from her body, “Puuuuuushhhhh, … Puuuuuushhhhh, … Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!!! The pain!!” and her efforts collapse in desperate panting.
Her beautiful womanly bottom she thrusts into the air. Clutching her straining tummy in both hands she falls forward, her face in the damp pillows muffling her screaming. Her contractions continue. The gap between her nether lips keeps expanding.
She rolls onto her back. Sobbing with effort she falteringly reaches down and rolls her pantyhose and panties down her thighs. A great contraction hits.
Great gasping cries echo around the room: “OOOoooohhhh nooooo!!!, … AAaaaaaaarrrghhhh!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …”
Her underwear slips over her knee and she reaches down, grasping both ankles, to pull herself as wide open as she can.
"Aaaaaaeeeeiiii!!, … My cunt, it’s too small!! " she wails.
There is now no moment when she is not racked by the awful pain.
"Ooooohhhhhh!! .. . Ooooohhhhhh!! … Its toooo big!" she groans.
Throwing her head in the air to shriek her pain, Yumi loses balance and tumbles to the side. Trying desperately to cradle her belly she slips in the tangled sheets and slides heavily to the floor, thumping her tightly packed uterus against the hard boards.
It felt as if her internal organs were being torn out of her body. Under the searing pain she screamed long and hard.
“Please help me!!!” she shrieked to the blizzard outside. “It kills me, … I can’t, … I can’t!! … AAAAAaaaaaaeeeeeeiiiii!!!”
And with that howl she felt something give within her and a gush of warm fluid burst from her tortured vagina splashing blood and waters over her sweat drenched thighs.
With desperate urgency she climbs painfully, hand over hand into the birthing chair. Lifting her aching thighs she tried to put her two feet into the widely spread foot rests, but her panty hose still tangled around her ankles.
Placing one foot in its stirrup, she reaches painfully down and clamps it in place with the knob provided. The chair has a mirror placed so that she can see her cruelly rippling mound and the stretching out of her hairy lips. Her heaving body glistens with sweat.
Stuffing a towel in her mouth to stifle her screams, Yumi pushes and pushes. Her cave stretches wider and wider with each terrible shove sending burning pangs through her flesh.
She remembers the spreading lips of the happy smiling lady in the childbirth video and tries to see whether she is progressing as well, but the great ball of her tummy prevents her.
"Must puuuuushhh, … puuuuuushhhHHHHH!!!” she tells herself.
Panting and moaning she strains and pushes, and her breasts express rolling beads of thick colostrum on account of her efforts.
Harsh screams escape form the towel.
"My gash! … My gash! … Oooohh I can’t, I can’t, … Tooo big, hurts too much!" she wails in anguish.
Still she pushes on her enormous stomach, and with increasing desperation she shrieks ever louder.
Clinging to her thighs she pulls with all her might, lifting herself forward in the chair and bringing her tightly stretched womanly mouth into view.
Bloody mucus is pushed from her gaping vulva.
"HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!!" she cries, her throat standing out in knotted cords.
Between her legs the flesh bulges hugely out as it is stretched by the big bony head of her fetus.
Her thighs are thrust wider by the invading body of a full grown baby. Her stockings and the panties tear asunder and Yumi’s cunt is drawn into a taut white circle which thrusts out towards the mirror.
She screams and screams as she watches her lips stretched and her red bloody vaginal lining pushed out ahead of the dark massive ball she can see thrusting down her vagina.
"It is coming! … It is too big! … I can’t!" she scream over and over again, but her body forces her to keep pushing, raping her petite womanhood wider and wider accompanied with fierce burning pain from her delicate vulva.
The band of her labia is now bloodless and past its endurance. She feels herself about to tear. But still the babe forces pitilessly against her flesh, the cruel hard dome of its head now clearly protruding from her at the peak of her efforts only to be forced back inside by her overstretched labia.
Within, the tender flesh of Yumi’s vaginal walls is being torn by the size of the body passing down it. She sees in the mirror red blood dripping from her battered opening.
She grasps her hard stretched abdomen sobbing raggedly with pain. More of her vaginal wall is pushed out, standing in ridges either side of her emerging fetus.
"HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!! … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!!" she wails, “AAAAAAaaaaaaiiieeeeEEEE!!! … it BURNS!!!”
The head of the fetus is now clearly visible between the lips of her vulva, She twists and feels the cartilage in her hips grind and tear.
The burning in her cunt is a fiery brand. She screams hoarsely and shockingly loud.
Her entire body is convulsed. The baby’s head pushes her violently open. Flesh tears within her. A dark bony bowl pushes out from her ring, lumps of livid stretched flesh thrust out beside it.
It eases back. Once more it comes ripping her terribly and this time it sticks fast. She nearly faints from the pain. Stretched beyond endurance she thinks that her pelvis may break from the pressure.
Screaming ever more harshly she knows only that she must end this awful torment. Gripping her belly hard she presses with all her might on the top of her mound, forcing her baby down between her thighs.
With a gasping scream she pushed the head fully out of her and in the mirror she could see it projecting between her legs with the rest of the body inside.
Throwing the towel aside she gasped for air after the terrible effort, but there was no relief for Yumi.
With her last desperate effort she tried to push the rest of the body out of her fiercely stinging vagina, but with a howl of fear and anguish she realised that it was not moving.
The head of her baby was streaked with dark red blood which she realised had come from the tearing of her delicate tissues.
“Please, somebody help meeeee!!!!” she screamed, but there was no one and her cries were lost in the howling of the storm outside. Yumi now knew that she would die here. That her body would be found like this in many days or weeks time with her unsuspected fetus partially born. For now there was nothing to do but to push and scream with the last of her waning strength.
In the mirror, with each wailing effort, the inner walls of her vagina pushed out in red meaty welts.
"AAAaaaarrrrggghh!!! … NNNoooooooo!! … Hhhhnnnnggggg!! … AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII!!!"
With a terrible shriek of effort her child’s bony shoulder tore free of her damaged flesh and the fetus shot out of the gaping tunnel between her widely splayed legs and over the edge of the chair until it bounced on the end of the twisted fleshy cord which protruded from her hole.
“My baby!! My baby!!” she screamed.
She tried to reach forward between her legs to secure the fetus. No sound had it made. Her big nippled, heavy breasts dangled into the mirror, beads of maternal nourishment springing unbidden from the tips as she strove to reach her offspring. She could not reach.
Trying desperately to get up from the birthing chair, Yumi was too weak, rolled and fell. The bloody fetus hit the floor.
With a cry of terror Yumi scrabbled on all fours to seize up the babe, still attached to her ravaged cunt. Instinctively she lifted it and pressed the still body to her tender maternal teats.
Desperately she rubbed her full, oozing nipple in the blue, crunched up face, sobbing and crooning to herself. After a time she felt a renewal of the hard cramping pain in her belly.
"Aaarrrgghhh, … Hhhnnnnnnggghgh!!" she moaned and shifted awkwardly as a great lump of bloody placenta plopped out of her onto the floor.
Blood was dripping constantly from her torn membranes. She crawled to the bed, with each movement dark thick blood oozed down her thighs. she held her silent fetus in her arms clutching it tightly to her body, dreading to feel it cool in death as she cradled it.
As Yumi lay in a dream, one fat, dark nipple-stalk pressed insistently into the face of her fresh born babe. Its head shifted with an irritable jerk and the warm oozing teat slipped into its mouth. Slowly and instinctively it began to lap at the sweet nourishment leaking from the half dozen ducts in the swollen tip. Responding to the stimulation of the tender nipple, the thick blue blood vessels that could be seen snaking through the white, swollen flesh of her tit began carrying messages to her body, releasing hormones that started milk forming in her heavy mammary glands and that tightened up the damaged flesh of her birth canal, staunching the bleeding and started the healing process so that she would not fail the needs of her child.
Some time later, the paparazzi who had finally tracked the famous actress down arrived at the remote cottage. The celebrity magazines picked up the story:
“Star Actress - miraculous escape - heroic childbirth in the far north - naked pictures!”

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The snow whirled outside.
Trying to get comfortable, Yumi adjusted her well filled maternity dress, feeling heavy fetal movement against the straining walls of her uterus and waited for the temporary discomfort to pass.
In the far north of Japan, near Abashiri, there is no one for 10 kilometers in any direction. It is three months now since she left Tokyo and all that she knew there,
For some time Yumi had succeeded in maintaining her life as a prominent actress without scandal, but it was unavoidable in that world for an actress to be available for men of importance.
As her career grew she several times was forced to resort to abortion as a result of these attentions.
Finally she achieved the great breakthrough, to be acclaimed as a leading actress, only once again to become aware of a change in her physical condition. From her previous pregnancies she recognised immediately the signs.
For Yumi this was a time of terrible decision since, after her last abortion, she had been told that she would never have a child. Now she had been given one more chance.
Yumi decided that she would bear this child. Telling no one she battled through the early morning sickness, blaming colds and hangover for her symptoms.
From the fifth month it was necessary to conceal the swelling of her body with tight bindings, but in this way she reached the start of her final trimester without detection. However the restriction of her belly became increasingly painful and at last she was forced to give up her stage roles and move away to the north where there was no one to observe.
She was entirely alone, but passed her days happily preparing for what was to come. She had acquired books and videos on pregnancy and childbirth which she eagerly absorbed.
As her growing child moved restlessly in her womb she spoke to it gently urging it to come quickly and easily to its mother’s arms.
As her baby still shifted awkwardly within her she suddenly felt a powerful tightening at her waist; pain flared around the great globe of her tummy.
Her hands flew to her abdomen. It felt full and taut. Beneath her hands it seemed to become even harder. Yumi’s heart thumped with anxiety and she turned onto her side.
"Ooohh! … HHoooohh"
A sharp band of pain gripped her swollen belly. Her hands grasped tightly the arms of the sofa where she lay curled around her convulsing belly. The pain continued.
"Ahhhhh, ….Ahhhhh!!," she gasped.
" OOOOooohh!, "
Remembering the lessons from her books she tried to breath deeply to ease the pain.
“Hhhuuuffff … Hhhuuuffff! … Hhhuuuffff!!,” but it seemed to do no good.
The pain eased suddenly. Grasping her stomach in both hands, she rose and waddled awkwardly through the door into the small bedroom. Beside the bed was a birthing chair. When she determined on delivering her child, she had visited a gynecological products seller under a pseudonym and ordered one of their patented delivery chairs
The contraction of her uterus began again.
"Hhhuuuffff … Hhhuuuffff … OOOOoooowwwww!!" she cried sharply.
"Nnoooo please!, … Hhhuuuffff … Hhhuuuffff … AAaarrrrggghhh!!."
Falling heavily onto the low bed she knotted the sheets in her desperately clawing hands.
As she lay suffering on the sheets, the pain came and went, but every five minutes from the time it had first come upon her she was wracked with an agonising burst. Time after time she endured, writhing and crying out on the bed, her sweat beginning to dampen the bedclothes, while slowly within her her uterus opened out at the cervix under the pressure of the remorseless contractions.
Suddenly, although she could not have believed it possible, the pain increased sharply.
"Ahhoooooo!! … Ahhoooooo!!" she gasped, “NNNooooooo!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg,”
and she ground her face into the bed to smother her anguish.
She felt enormous, unbearable pressure low between her legs. Frantically she tried to spread her knees wide apart to make room for her child, but the tangled skirts of her maternity dress prevented it.
Sobbing with effort she dragged the dress over her head exposing maternity pantyhose stretched wide and tight through which the livid stretch marks of her labouring belly could be seen, and her swollen breasts, grown too big for her brassiere, of which one had escaped its lacy cup in the effort of removing her dress and now its dark nipple poked out long and thick in the cold air.
"OOoohhh, … HHhhhuunnfff!, … HHhhhuunnfff!, … HHhhhuunnfff!," she cried. “Please, I can’t … OOOooooohhhhh!! … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg!!”
and she bore down frantically on the enormous burden in her womb.
Her pain became more and more extreme; it seemed to tear at the lower half of her body as if to rip her pelvis apart.
She twisted the body, and screamed her agony. Outside a snowstorm had set in.
The lapses in pain she had read of in the maternity magazine did not come for her. Evening was closing in, for half a day she had been labouring and still the violent pain continued. In her efforts, the plump outstanding breast extruded thick white colostrum which oozed from the ducts at the end of her fattened nipple down over the broad, ragged, dark brown areola which had replaced the petite pink tips of her breasts.
"NNnnnnoooo!! … " she screamed as the pains racked her again and again. “I can’t do it! … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … Toooo Biiiig!!, ….HHhhhnnnngggg, Aaiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!”
and her howl wailed out to join the shriek of the wind outside.
At each convulsive push her abdomen stood up, large and stark.
With trembling hands she reached around behind her back to the clasp of her brassiere. With a grunt of effort she freed it and, panting softly, she drew down the shoulder straps, pulling both of the cups free of her heavy swollen breasts.
Beads of pre milk started up immediately from her enlarged teats. Her terrible pain continued.
"Oooooohhhh!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg," she wailed, “Ooooohhhh!! It moves!! OOooohhhh, …. HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … HHhhhnnnnnngggggghhh!!!!”
Her face twisted in agony.
"It moves!! … OOohhh, my cunt!!”"
Yumi feels her flesh stretching unbearably. Grasping her heel in one hand she strains her legs apart and with the other hand reaches between her wide spread thighs trying to verify the opening of her gash.
"UUuuuunggghhh!! " she grunts, straining to feel, but in that position the pantyhose pulled over the great bulk of her belly frustrates her.
Grunting and crying with effort, she turns over onto all fours. Pushing down her pantyhose and panties she fingers her profusely haired vulva and and feels how her gash has been stretched out in a definite oval.
"Uuuuunggghhh! …" she moans.
"Oooooohhhhhh, … AAaaaaaaarrrghhhh!!, … AAaaaaaaarrrghhhh!!, … Aaiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!."
Each contraction of her uterus now brings unbearable pain. Reaching up she clings to the headboard of her bed, tugging fiercely to stretch her abdominal muscles and force the fetus down her narrow channel.
Her shrieks intensify. Her belly muscles clench hard and fiercely. She can feel the body of her baby moving downwards.
"HHhhhnnnngggg!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg!!" she cries, sweat dripping from her body, “Puuuuuushhhhh, … Puuuuuushhhhh, … Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!!! The pain!!” and her efforts collapse in desperate panting.
Her beautiful womanly bottom she thrusts into the air. Clutching her straining tummy in both hands she falls forward, her face in the damp pillows muffling her screaming. Her contractions continue. The gap between her nether lips keeps expanding.
She rolls onto her back. Sobbing with effort she falteringly reaches down and rolls her pantyhose and panties down her thighs. A great contraction hits.
Great gasping cries echo around the room: “OOOoooohhhh nooooo!!!, … AAaaaaaaarrrghhhh!!, … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …”
Her underwear slips over her knee and she reaches down, grasping both ankles, to pull herself as wide open as she can.
"Aaaaaaeeeeiiii!!, … My cunt, it’s too small!! " she wails.
There is now no moment when she is not racked by the awful pain.
"Ooooohhhhhh!! .. . Ooooohhhhhh!! … Its toooo big!" she groans.
Throwing her head in the air to shriek her pain, Yumi loses balance and tumbles to the side. Trying desperately to cradle her belly she slips in the tangled sheets and slides heavily to the floor, thumping her tightly packed uterus against the hard boards.
It felt as if her internal organs were being torn out of her body. Under the searing pain she screamed long and hard.
“Please help me!!!” she shrieked to the blizzard outside. “It kills me, … I can’t, … I can’t!! … AAAAAaaaaaaeeeeeeiiiii!!!”
And with that howl she felt something give within her and a gush of warm fluid burst from her tortured vagina splashing blood and waters over her sweat drenched thighs.
With desperate urgency she climbs painfully, hand over hand into the birthing chair. Lifting her aching thighs she tried to put her two feet into the widely spread foot rests, but her panty hose still tangled around her ankles.
Placing one foot in its stirrup, she reaches painfully down and clamps it in place with the knob provided. The chair has a mirror placed so that she can see her cruelly rippling mound and the stretching out of her hairy lips. Her heaving body glistens with sweat.
Stuffing a towel in her mouth to stifle her screams, Yumi pushes and pushes. Her cave stretches wider and wider with each terrible shove sending burning pangs through her flesh.
She remembers the spreading lips of the happy smiling lady in the childbirth video and tries to see whether she is progressing as well, but the great ball of her tummy prevents her.
"Must puuuuushhh, … puuuuuushhhHHHHH!!!” she tells herself.
Panting and moaning she strains and pushes, and her breasts express rolling beads of thick colostrum on account of her efforts.
Harsh screams escape form the towel.
"My gash! … My gash! … Oooohh I can’t, I can’t, … Tooo big, hurts too much!" she wails in anguish.
Still she pushes on her enormous stomach, and with increasing desperation she shrieks ever louder.
Clinging to her thighs she pulls with all her might, lifting herself forward in the chair and bringing her tightly stretched womanly mouth into view.
Bloody mucus is pushed from her gaping vulva.
"HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!!" she cries, her throat standing out in knotted cords.
Between her legs the flesh bulges hugely out as it is stretched by the big bony head of her fetus.
Her thighs are thrust wider by the invading body of a full grown baby. Her stockings and the panties tear asunder and Yumi’s cunt is drawn into a taut white circle which thrusts out towards the mirror.
She screams and screams as she watches her lips stretched and her red bloody vaginal lining pushed out ahead of the dark massive ball she can see thrusting down her vagina.
"It is coming! … It is too big! … I can’t!" she scream over and over again, but her body forces her to keep pushing, raping her petite womanhood wider and wider accompanied with fierce burning pain from her delicate vulva.
The band of her labia is now bloodless and past its endurance. She feels herself about to tear. But still the babe forces pitilessly against her flesh, the cruel hard dome of its head now clearly protruding from her at the peak of her efforts only to be forced back inside by her overstretched labia.
Within, the tender flesh of Yumi’s vaginal walls is being torn by the size of the body passing down it. She sees in the mirror red blood dripping from her battered opening.
She grasps her hard stretched abdomen sobbing raggedly with pain. More of her vaginal wall is pushed out, standing in ridges either side of her emerging fetus.
"HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!! … HHhhhnnnngggg!!, …HHhhhnnnngggg!!" she wails, “AAAAAAaaaaaaiiieeeeEEEE!!! … it BURNS!!!”
The head of the fetus is now clearly visible between the lips of her vulva, She twists and feels the cartilage in her hips grind and tear.
The burning in her cunt is a fiery brand. She screams hoarsely and shockingly loud.
Her entire body is convulsed. The baby’s head pushes her violently open. Flesh tears within her. A dark bony bowl pushes out from her ring, lumps of livid stretched flesh thrust out beside it.
It eases back. Once more it comes ripping her terribly and this time it sticks fast. She nearly faints from the pain. Stretched beyond endurance she thinks that her pelvis may break from the pressure.
Screaming ever more harshly she knows only that she must end this awful torment. Gripping her belly hard she presses with all her might on the top of her mound, forcing her baby down between her thighs.
With a gasping scream she pushed the head fully out of her and in the mirror she could see it projecting between her legs with the rest of the body inside.
Throwing the towel aside she gasped for air after the terrible effort, but there was no relief for Yumi.
With her last desperate effort she tried to push the rest of the body out of her fiercely stinging vagina, but with a howl of fear and anguish she realised that it was not moving.
The head of her baby was streaked with dark red blood which she realised had come from the tearing of her delicate tissues.
“Please, somebody help meeeee!!!!” she screamed, but there was no one and her cries were lost in the howling of the storm outside. Yumi now knew that she would die here. That her body would be found like this in many days or weeks time with her unsuspected fetus partially born. For now there was nothing to do but to push and scream with the last of her waning strength.
In the mirror, with each wailing effort, the inner walls of her vagina pushed out in red meaty welts.
"AAAaaaarrrrggghh!!! … NNNoooooooo!! … Hhhhnnnnggggg!! … AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII!!!"
With a terrible shriek of effort her child’s bony shoulder tore free of her damaged flesh and the fetus shot out of the gaping tunnel between her widely splayed legs and over the edge of the chair until it bounced on the end of the twisted fleshy cord which protruded from her hole.
“My baby!! My baby!!” she screamed.
She tried to reach forward between her legs to secure the fetus. No sound had it made. Her big nippled, heavy breasts dangled into the mirror, beads of maternal nourishment springing unbidden from the tips as she strove to reach her offspring. She could not reach.
Trying desperately to get up from the birthing chair, Yumi was too weak, rolled and fell. The bloody fetus hit the floor.
With a cry of terror Yumi scrabbled on all fours to seize up the babe, still attached to her ravaged cunt. Instinctively she lifted it and pressed the still body to her tender maternal teats.
Desperately she rubbed her full, oozing nipple in the blue, crunched up face, sobbing and crooning to herself. After a time she felt a renewal of the hard cramping pain in her belly.
"Aaarrrgghhh, … Hhhnnnnnnggghgh!!" she moaned and shifted awkwardly as a great lump of bloody placenta plopped out of her onto the floor.
Blood was dripping constantly from her torn membranes. She crawled to the bed, with each movement dark thick blood oozed down her thighs. she held her silent fetus in her arms clutching it tightly to her body, dreading to feel it cool in death as she cradled it.
As Yumi lay in a dream, one fat, dark nipple-stalk pressed insistently into the face of her fresh born babe. Its head shifted with an irritable jerk and the warm oozing teat slipped into its mouth. Slowly and instinctively it began to lap at the sweet nourishment leaking from the half dozen ducts in the swollen tip. Responding to the stimulation of the tender nipple, the thick blue blood vessels that could be seen snaking through the white, swollen flesh of her tit began carrying messages to her body, releasing hormones that started milk forming in her heavy mammary glands and that tightened up the damaged flesh of her birth canal, staunching the bleeding and started the healing process so that she would not fail the needs of her child.
Some time later, the paparazzi who had finally tracked the famous actress down arrived at the remote cottage. The celebrity magazines picked up the story:
“Star Actress - miraculous escape - heroic childbirth in the far north - naked pictures!”