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Amanda and Julia By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:22:06 AM

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(Bryan)
I remember the very first day I met Amanda. It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon at the Fairview Mall in downtown Illinois. Victoria Secret was hosting a model search for the seasons new Angels. And boy, did she fit the bill. She is a decently small built woman. About 5'5" and 115 pounds. The stiletto heels she had chosen for her debut on stage made her considerably taller, her tan legs looked long in them. She had the most perfect body I could ever imagine. I fell instantly in love with her tight abdomen, her perky D cup breasts, her slender thighs. I longed to bury my face in every hollow of her perfect body. The lingerie she sported was see through, her sweet mound barely visible beneath the lace. I remember the day so vividly, because I had already claimed her as mine.
As the show came to an end, all potential models were released into the crowd and I found myself searching for my Angel amongst the sea of people clamoring about. And suddenly, it was as if God himself shone his light upon her. I spotted her near the food court, black hair glistening as she shook her head animatedly, clearly enveloped in the conversation with the young woman beside her. I had to make my move. I could feel my body literally being drawn to her with no resolution to stop myself. “Hi, I’m Bryan.” I blurted a little too loud, my nerves getting the best of me. Her perfect almond brown eyes met my gaze for the first time and I could feel my heart longing for her touch. Those perfect, plump lips spread into a dazzling smile. “Well hello, I’m Amanda” she replied, still smiling. My heart was beating erratically as I ran my hand through my brown hair sheepishly. “Forgive me for the intrusion, Amanda. I just…I could never forgive myself if I did not ask you to join me for a drink later. Down at the old pub across main?” I stuffed my hands into my pockets nervously, trying to hold my collective composure. “I would like that very much.”
“Oh God, and this one time, my friend totally bailed on us and left us to pay for the dinner! Can you believe that!” She laughed, her breath smelled faintly of alcohol. “Yes, well that’s a shame, I can’t imagine someone ever doing anything bad to you. You’re perfect.” I mutter, tipping my drink back. “Far from it. But it isn’t always easy being good looking.” “Oh I’m sure you have many….hopeful conquest from guys.” She nods, deep in thought. “Yes, but you are different.” She scoots her chair closer to mine, lightly tracing the thick veins in the back of my large hands. I could feel the crotch of my jeans growing uncomfortably tight. “I should get you home, it’s getting late” I say, smiling softly at her.
It was only a 10 minute walk to her place. We stood outside the door to her apartment for a while, buying time to see if one of us would make the move. As I turned to move down the steps, I could feel a small hand on the back of my jacket, grasping, begging me to stay as she pulled me into a kiss. Every bit of blood in my body rushed downstairs as our lips met in an electrical current so strong, it knocked the wind out of me. I was quick to reciprocate, pushing her against the door, my hand cupping her delicate neck. “I need you. Please” she whispered in my ear. That was all the convincing I needed to pick her up and wrap those long legs around my waist, kicking the door shut behind me.
I dropped her on her bed, kissing along her jawbone as I unbuttoned her shirt, feeling her heavy breathing against my numb fingers. Everything was going so fast, yet so slow. She slipped out of her top and bra, exposing her perfect breasts, small brown nipples mounted the tops and I immediately took one into my mouth, groaning at the taste of the sweet delectable skin. It immediately budded under the roll of my tongue and nipping of my teeth. She was mewling like a little kitten, rubbing herself under those lace panties. This woman would drive me absolutely mad. I could smell her musky scent as I kissed my way down her flat stomach, latching onto the panties with my teeth and slowly dragging them off. I parted her thighs and was immediately attached to her clit like a magnet. It didn’t take long for the gasps and moans to become loud screams of pleasure. Her fingers knotting in my hair as she came on my face. I had never known bliss like this until I slid myself into her, the tight walls of her vagina grasping me for dear life. Her nails left track marks down my arms and back as I slammed into her tiny body over and over again, the sounds of her ecstasy never growing old. I could feel her need beginning to build again. I pushed harder, faster into her as my own load began to churn in my balls. “Fuck….I’m going to cum again Bryan!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, a wave of pleasure taking over her body. She arched her back and gasped, squeezing her nipples tightly. I emptied myself into her then, not thinking of the consequences that may occur later. It was nothing short of a miracle.
We continued to meet again over the next several weeks. We were soon in love, completely infatuated with one another. It always ended the same way: my children swimming into her cervix and her womb welcoming them home. It felt incredible. A few months had passed and her period too. I wasn’t surprised when she showed me the pregnancy test, beaming with pride and holding her stomach. I decided to propose to her then. Make her my wife. Make us a family.
The months went by quickly. We married in her 7 month. She was so large and round by then. I could barely keep my hands away from her. Her perfect breasts had engorged and were beginning to leak milk. I was more than happy to help relieve her pain as I suckled on them. It was sweet and I could hardly wait to see my offspring attached to them. Little did I know, I would not have to wait too much longer for my dream to become a reality.
The birds chirped happily outside the window of our house, the sun shining through the curtains, landing on the face of my beautiful bride. She looked like Heaven lying there, her hand wrapped around her large belly. I kissed her gently, her eyelids fluttering open. “I have been having the pains again” she whispered softly, stretching her naked body. I drunk her in. I would miss the way she looked pregnant, but knew the time lapse between her gestations wouldn’t be long. I would soon have her full to the brim again. “I’m sorry darling, not much longer” I say, kissing her and then the taut skin of her tan stomach. She nods a little, struggling to roll over. “I have to head down to the office today. You take it easy okay?” I mutter as I slip into my suit, kissing her on the forehead before I grab my briefcase. “Yeah, okay” she agrees, watching me exit the door.
(Amanda)
It had been a few hours since I felt the first contraction. They had been coming infrequently the past few days, but nothing helped except a warm bath. I submerged myself into the water again that morning, feeling my womb tighten under my hands. “Hee hee hoooooo” I breathed slowly. Thank god for the Lamaze classes Bryan and I had attended in my 39th week. I was now nearing the end of week 42, desperately overdue with our large child. I rubbed my stomach, begging our child to make her appearance into the world. Another pain quickly approached, much faster than the other times. “Hee hee hoo. Hee hee hoo” I panted, starting to feel an unfamiliar pressure in my pelvis. I was growing scared and panicky quickly. I drained the water from the tub and wrapped myself in only a towel, timing the pains. The horrible pressure grew stronger, almost as if a bowling ball had positioned itself over my cervix. I immediately called Bryan, explaining the situation over the phone. “Bryan…I think….I think this is it!” I panted, holding my stomach. It immediately began to tighten as if on cue. “AhhhhhhhHHHHHH HELP BRYAN IT HURTS!” I cried, dropping the phone. I tried to remember my breathing, but I was becoming delirious with pain. The contractions were quickly on top of each other. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” He yelled through the phone. It was over an hour later before he bursts through the doors, finding me curled up in the kitchen floor in a ball, sobbing. “It hurts! It hurts so bad!” I cried, bearing down against the pressure. “Don’t push!” He yelled, scooping me up and placing me in the front seat. “It’s 3 hours to the nearest hospital! I won’t make it!” I sobbed in pain, gripping the handle on the roof as another pain hit. “AHHHHHHH ITS COMING!” He stepped on the gas and took off in the direction of the hospital. It was the most torturous ride of my life. The child’s head was right against my cervix, desperately trying to squeeze past. “Don’t push, baby. Breathe. Breathe.” I nodded quickly, exhaling in pain. “Hee hee hoooo-OWWW FUCK!” I squealed, arching my hips in pain. I could feel his big hand on my stomach, coaxing our child. “No baby, breathe. Focus. Relax.” I wanted to punch him.
(Bryan)
We had been driving for nearly an hour when I saw the neon lights of an urgent care flashing “open” on their doors. I pulled in quickly, my wife desperately sobbing to keep going. I knew she wouldn’t make it. I blared my horn, hoping for help from the personnel. I parked the car at the front door, immediately hopping out and looping my arm around my wife who’s anguished protests hurt my ears. “NO! NO!” She squealed loudly as I half drug her into the office. A young lady met us at the door. Her name tag read Julia on her ample breasts. Beneath her lab coat, her stomach was also swollen disproportionately to her body. “Oh my!” She gasped, ushering us into an exam room. “I have to push NOW!” My wife growled loudly, immediately dropping all of her sweat-soaked clothes. The doctor began to collect everything she would need. Amanda laid back against the cold metal table, her feet in the stirrups. I slid her bottom to the end for her, spreading her knees wider. “It’s okay baby. It’s okay. The doctor is going to help.”
“Amanda, my name is Julia. I’m going to be assisting in your delivery today” she said with a cheerful smile, placing her fingers inside of my wife to check progress. “Baby is still a bit far but we can begin pushing if you want” she said with an approving nod. Amanda growled loudly but didn’t answer as her next contraction hit her. She curled up around her stomach and pushed hard. “Yes baby! You got it! Push push push!” I encouraged her, watching her delicate folds bulge from the pressure. She gasped, lying back against the table. “Holy shit. No. I can’t!” She cried, her body cramping up again. “You can Amanda, you’re doing it” Julia said, pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She was equally as gorgeous as my wife, but in a different way. Her green eyes were focused on the task at hand, but every now and again, she would give me an approving smile. I could feel my load churn in my balls. I was desperate for her to end up on the table next.
It had been several hours since we arrived at the Urgent Care. Amanda was growing tired, restless, and delirious. Her huge stomach heaving with each push. She was a trooper. “The baby is coming darling. She’s big but she’s coming” I encouraged after a particularly terrible contraction. “God..cut me open…rip her out….please” Amanda gasped. The doctor placed an oxygen mask over her face, instructing her to breathe deeply. “Okay Amanda, next contraction let’s give it all we have. Right here into your bottom” she said, placing her fingers into my wife’s hole and applying pressure downwards. She nodded quickly, grabbing the back of her thighs and taking a quick, sharp breath and pushing down so hard, her cheeks turned purple. “Good girl, Amanda. One two three four…” “AHHHH NO!” She sobbed loudly, snaking her back up the table. “Don’t run darling. I know it’s hard. Let’s do it again before the contraction ends. Deep breath in and push all into your butt. All that pressure is normal” Julia assured. “It’s burning so bad! The head is so big!” Amanda sobbed, reluctantly pushing with the next contraction. “There you go baby! I can see a bit of the head!” I yelled over her, rubbing her parted thigh. “It won’t be long now!”
(Amanda)
“I thought you said it would be soon!” I gasped after pushing. It had been almost 6 hours since that comment. I had never felt pain like this. My head was throbbing, voice hoarse from screaming, ears ringing, my stomach felt like someone was trying to split me apart with their bare hands, and my pussy. Oh my pussy ached with the most intensity I could never hope to have the words to describe. I wanted to die. Right then and there. It was too much. Our daughter would never come out. I could feel my womb tightening again and I gave a desperate cry, clutching the sides of the bed and burying my chin into my chest. The intensity of the pressure was astounding. I screamed loudly before taking another breath and pushing again. Someone laid a damp cloth on my forehead. I was delirious and could no longer separate voices. Just the primal instinct inside me begging me to get this baby out. I rubbed my protruding stomach, pleading with the life inside of me to come out. “Come on baby, mommy needs you out! Please come ou-AHHHHH!” I groaned, reluctantly curling around my aching abdomen to push once more. “I’m worried the child is stuck” I heard Julia mutter to Bryan, their voices secretive and hushed, which only pissed me off more. “What do you mean she’s stuck?!” I screamed in blind fury, gritting my teeth as every muscle in my stomach clamped down behind my child, shoving her forward past my cervix and into my birth canal. I gasped loudly, clamping my thighs shut out of fear. “NO! No make it stop!” I shouted, the red hot pain burning the walls of my stretched cunt. As the pain began to ebb away, my thighs trembled violently and I sobbed. I could feel Julia’s cool hand rub up and down my thigh, coaxing me to calm down. “It’s alright darling. She’s progressing now. Breathe and when you are ready to push just let us know.” I nodded in response, too worn out to speak. My lips were cracked and dry. My tongue felt huge in my mouth. All of my hydration leaked through my pores in the form of sweat. My entire body glistened of it, as if I had been merely relaxing in a sauna. I was going to die. I just knew it.
(Julia)
It had been so long since the couple arrived, I was growing gravely concerned for my patient. She looked utterly spent sprawled across the metal gurney, chest heaving and vagina bulging from between her thighs. I watched her pitiful face contort into sheer agony as contraction after contraction washed over her body and she blew the pain away. She was no longer pushing with the contractions, her body too exhausted to keep progressing. The room reeked with the smell of her sex and sweat and I was certain her pheromones were causing my own discomfort that had began almost an hour ago. While my pain was still manageable, it was starting to take its toll. I remained calm and collected as I felt my child butt against my cervix. The pressure began to mount in my womb and I breathed in deeply, slowly exhaling again. Over and over until it subsided. I didn’t know how much longer I had before I would join the woman in front of me in the same undignified fashion: legs spread wide open, my child taking my very womanhood, my most sensitive folds and splitting them apart. “Are you alright, Doctor?” Bryan asked, one of his eyebrows cocked as he eyed my bulging stomach. A groan from Amanda interrupted our conversation as she began panting into her next contraction. “Hee hee hoooo hee hee hoooo-OH GOD! HOlY SHIT!” She gasped, gritting her teeth and bearing down. I took my place between her legs, nodding at Bryan to count as I slipped my fingers into her battered hole, desperately trying to make room for the child’s overdue head. “Push harder, Amanda!” I screamed over her retched cries. The child’s head began to descent. Small locks of brown curls decorated her slick scalp that threatened to break through her mother’s opening. “Don’t stop Amanda! She’s so close!” She grabbed behind her knees and pushed with renewed energy, an inhuman growl escaped her lips as the head of her daughter drew her labia tight around the head. The poor woman’s entire body trembled as she brought the head to a crown, screeching loudly as her husband cheered her on. “Okay now breathe, Amanda. Let her stretch you.” She nodded , her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her husband had taken to her side, forcibly holding her thighs open and back so I could have access to the child. It looked terribly painful. I tried to imagine what my own child would feel like sliding out of my body. I silently prayed for an easy delivery.
(Bryan)
It had been almost an hour since our daughter's head had broken the surface of the world. She remained there, stuck, her large head splitting my perfect Amanda in two. Sending her into fits of desperation as her body fought to expel the fetus inside. I noticed our doctor getting rather antsy as well. She could barely sit still on her stool, panting softly alongside my wife, hand on her globe of a stomach. She was even larger than Amanda, which was an incredible feat of its own. Every few minutes I could see the rippling of her stomach muscles shift under her blue, tight fitted shirt. I was almost positive she was in labor also. Her normally relaxed eyes were wide in a hidden panic. Her voice too high pitched and breathless. I held Amanda’s legs open as she attempted to push again, her screams destroying my eardrums. “Heee heee hooo, hee hee hooo” she panted to the peak of the contraction. She suddenly bore down, our child slipping out of her even more, but not enough to pass the clearance of my wife’s gorgeous pink mound. It was dangerously close to bursting. I could see a slight tear in her perineum. I caressed her stomach gently, whispering to her to be strong, it was almost over. Her eyes shot wide open and her jaw dropped, forming a perfect O. The miracle began happening between her legs. Our child’s head was slowly sliding out, the loudest scream yet from Amanda leaving her completely exhausted. The wetness in the corner of my eyes clouded my vision, but I could see without a doubt, the baby looked exactly like her mother. “Good job honey! Get ready for the shoulders!” I cheered, supporting her head as she heaved her final push. The baby came out with a sudden gush of amniotic fluid, and Julia placed the large, crying baby girl against Amanda’s breath. She was overjoyed, instantly crying and kissing the moist baby. “Congrats you two. I’ll call for an ambulance now” Julia said, backing out of the room. “You did so good honey” I whispered, kissing her softly and touching one of the thick curls that spiraled on to her forehead. I was so in love.
(Julia)
It took almost 3 hours for the EMT and paramedic team to come collect the small family inside my medical practice. I had retreated into my office, filing paperwork through my contractions. I was no obstetrician, but I figured I had awhile before they became real bad. I was wrong. After locking up, I drove the hour to my city in total agony, the grip on my steering wheel turning my knuckles white as the pain struck my ripened womb. “Hooooo hooooo hoooo” I blew slowly, squirming in the driver seat to relieve the unbearable pressure in my hips. “Maybe if I walk around for awhile I will relieve some of this pressure” I thought to myself as I pulled into my local Walmart. I had many friends there. It was a small town and so many people were thrilled when I announced my pregnancy. As I got out of my car, another pain hit. I winced and grabbed onto my door, hanging off of it as I waited for the agonizing torture to end. “Hoo hooooo hooo” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut. After it subsided, I quickly grabbed a buggy and walked inside, wandering down the frozen aisle. My stomach looked different somehow, much lower. The pressure sitting directly on top of my cervix. It hurt to walk. I waddled my way into the baking aisle before the clenching in my womb started. The pain was unbearable. I gasped, grabbing at the nearest shelf and holding the underside of my round belly. I could barely even pant. I tried my hardest to stay quiet, but a loud roar erupted out of me. My legs began to tremble and I fell to the floor on all fours, incapable of holding my own weight. “Ahhhhh! Oh god!” I gritted through my teeth just as a man rounded the corner and saw me. He ran to me immediately, his hands rubbing my back. “Miss, Miss are you okay?!” He said, looking at my pregnant belly. “This….baby….is…coming NOW!” I screamed loudly as another contraction hit. I grasped onto his shirt desperately, sobbing. “Please make it stop! Please! It’s ripping me in half!” Another woman entered the aisle, immediately running to us to assist. I was out of my mind and completely inconsolable. “Okay, you’re okay. We are going to get this baby out” the woman said, stroking my sweaty forehead. I suddenly felt a drop and with it, the unbearable need to push. “Not yet darling, breathe.” I began to pant again, wailing as they moved me onto my back. The woman stripped me of my bra, allowing my milk engorged breasts to hang freely under my shirt. My nipples brushed against the cotton and immediately began pouring milk, mixing with my sweat. Another woman had made her way to our circle to see what the commotion was about. And before long, my screams of agony had attracted an entire crowd. I was still panting, the hands of strangers grabbing at my every body part. Someone had put my head in their lap, allowing me to be slightly elevated. Another pair of hands were at my waistline, sliding my pants and soiled panties off my body. I immediately parted my thighs, the cool air brushing over my sensitive mound. “No head yet” a deep voice said as I screamed, a contraction forcing the baby down my canal. It was coming quick.
(Amanda & Bryan)
It had been a long day. I was sore from head to toe from my strenuous labor. After I had recovered enough to leave the ER, Bryan and I took our newborn baby girl and headed the 2 hours back home. We had decided to stop at Walmart at a nearby city to buy diapers for our little one. Whilst in the store shopping, we heard an ear piercing wail. One of which, I distinctly remember coming from my own voice just hours ago as I pushed our baby into this world. “Bryan….I think someone is having a baby in here” listening to the sounds of agony that echoed around the store. Before he could argue, I quickly sped my buggy off into the grocery section, nearly running to the tortured soul. I was halted immediately in my tracks as I saw a group of people surrounding a woman on the floor who was writhing in pain. Her pants were off, a small pool of blood and fluid beneath her bottom. I almost didn’t recognize her face until someone pushed her hair back. “Julia!” I gasped, leaving Bryan to tend to the baby as I ran to her, breaking through the loud, rowdy crowd of arms grasping at her. “Julia…Julia it’s me. Amanda” I said, patting her cheeks. She looked nearly unconscious, her eyes rolling around in the back of her head. Her mouth was slightly agape and breathing raggedly. I rubbed her knee the same way she did for me just hours before. “Someone grab something cold off the frozen aisle!” I yelled over the crowd. I saw a woman in her mid sixties sprint towards the frozen foods. “Julia it’s going to be okay. We are going to get your baby out” I said, doing my best to comfort her. Her beautiful face merely contorted into a grimace. I watched her distended belly shrink into itself. She was having a contraction. “You, grab that leg and you, grab her other leg” I ordered two men. The obliged immediately, pushing her knees back into her chest. “Okay Julia. I know you can hear me. Take a deep breath and push all in your bottom.” She nodded, eyes still closed and bore down, screaming loudly. Two women held her hands and she squeezed so tight their bones popped. Julia screeched again as she took another breath and pushed. I could see her delicate lips began to bulge. I wondered to myself if she was as scared as I was delivering my own baby. “Ah ah ah!” She sobbed, shaking her head. “Please, please no more!” “Come on darling. You’re close. Another deep breath and push as hard as you can on your next contraction. She panted waiting for another pain, her eyes wildly finding mine as tears rolled down her sweaty cheeks. Makeup caked under her eyes and left black streaks down the rosy sides of her face. Her jaw dropped and she arched her back as another contraction came. “Okay Julia, big push!” I pulled her labia open as the crowd chanted, “one two three four five six…”. I could see her child stuck inside of her canal, not budging even as her face turned purple with effort. “Okay Julia. This might hurt. I need you to pant for me, don’t push!” I said, reaching my hand inside of her velvety tunnel. She bucked her hips wildly, in pain, throwing her head back and forth as I finally reached the end of her tunnel where I could feel the soft, squishy flesh of a baby bottom. “Julia, your baby is breech okay. We are going to move you around to help get this baby out.” “Oh God no! No! Somebody help!” She screamed as another contraction began to build. “Quick! flip her over!” I commanded. And the crowd obliged, hoisting the laboring mother onto her hands and knees just in time for her to bear down hard and push. “Good girl. That’s it” I say, rubbing her clitoris softly. She whimpered as the child’s bottom began to slide down, gravity helping move the baby into position. “Do a push like that again.” She obliged quickly, straining so hard her asshole gaped open. The elderly woman returned with a bag of frozen peas, putting them on Julia’s neck. She pushed a few more times and I watched as her pussy began to split apart, the crack of the newborn appearing just inside of her hole. It looked so much worse than my delivery.
(Julia)
With each push, this baby agonizingly tore my canal apart. I could feel every inch of his body ripping my muscles to be born. I had screamed so much I was practically hoarse. My very womanhood was burning like the pits of hell as I pushed time and time again, making slow progress. I could feel the tightening again and took a deep breath, pushing hard into my lower half. “AHHHHHHH! OH GOD AMANDA PLEASE! PULL HIM OUT!!” I wailed, feeling his bottom began to crown. I could barely follow her instructions. The overwhelming need to push took over and I pushed with no contraction, feeling my skin tear open a little. I began to sob uncontrollably. The birth was going so slow in reverse. I could feel my skin stretch over his tiny penis and then his thighs. My primal moans turned into growls as I delivered him up to his waist. I collapsed on the woman in front of me, blacking out momentarily before a contraction forced me to push again “FUCK!” I screamed, his entire body keeping me open. “NO MORE! NO MO-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Amanda began tugging on the baby’s legs, sliding him out to his shoulders. They gently popped out of me, my son hanging on by his head. “Pant Julia!” Amanda commanded. “Hee hee hoo hee hee hoo” my lungs felt like fire and my mouth like cotton from all the breathing and panting. I just wanted to be done. “Listen to me Julia. Next push, we will deliver the head. Get ready to give it your all.” I nodded, sobbing as the pressure increased and I pushed down, first feeling his chin pop out and then the face and finally, the most agonizing of all, the largest diameter of his head. I screamed louder than I ever thought possible as my perineum tore completely through to my asshole. At last, the head came with an audible pop and I gasped, instantly turning over to catch my baby in my arms. A loud cheer from the crowd was the last thing I heard before being carted away in an ambulance.
Nearly 6 months later, Amanda, Bryan and I are still best friends. Perhaps one day, my son and her daughter will have their own baby.

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(Bryan)
I remember the very first day I met Amanda. It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon at the Fairview Mall in downtown Illinois. Victoria Secret was hosting a model search for the seasons new Angels. And boy, did she fit the bill. She is a decently small built woman. About 5'5" and 115 pounds. The stiletto heels she had chosen for her debut on stage made her considerably taller, her tan legs looked long in them. She had the most perfect body I could ever imagine. I fell instantly in love with her tight abdomen, her perky D cup breasts, her slender thighs. I longed to bury my face in every hollow of her perfect body. The lingerie she sported was see through, her sweet mound barely visible beneath the lace. I remember the day so vividly, because I had already claimed her as mine.
As the show came to an end, all potential models were released into the crowd and I found myself searching for my Angel amongst the sea of people clamoring about. And suddenly, it was as if God himself shone his light upon her. I spotted her near the food court, black hair glistening as she shook her head animatedly, clearly enveloped in the conversation with the young woman beside her. I had to make my move. I could feel my body literally being drawn to her with no resolution to stop myself. “Hi, I’m Bryan.” I blurted a little too loud, my nerves getting the best of me. Her perfect almond brown eyes met my gaze for the first time and I could feel my heart longing for her touch. Those perfect, plump lips spread into a dazzling smile. “Well hello, I’m Amanda” she replied, still smiling. My heart was beating erratically as I ran my hand through my brown hair sheepishly. “Forgive me for the intrusion, Amanda. I just…I could never forgive myself if I did not ask you to join me for a drink later. Down at the old pub across main?” I stuffed my hands into my pockets nervously, trying to hold my collective composure. “I would like that very much.”

“Oh God, and this one time, my friend totally bailed on us and left us to pay for the dinner! Can you believe that!” She laughed, her breath smelled faintly of alcohol. “Yes, well that’s a shame, I can’t imagine someone ever doing anything bad to you. You’re perfect.” I mutter, tipping my drink back. “Far from it. But it isn’t always easy being good looking.” “Oh I’m sure you have many….hopeful conquest from guys.” She nods, deep in thought. “Yes, but you are different.” She scoots her chair closer to mine, lightly tracing the thick veins in the back of my large hands. I could feel the crotch of my jeans growing uncomfortably tight. “I should get you home, it’s getting late” I say, smiling softly at her.
It was only a 10 minute walk to her place. We stood outside the door to her apartment for a while, buying time to see if one of us would make the move. As I turned to move down the steps, I could feel a small hand on the back of my jacket, grasping, begging me to stay as she pulled me into a kiss. Every bit of blood in my body rushed downstairs as our lips met in an electrical current so strong, it knocked the wind out of me. I was quick to reciprocate, pushing her against the door, my hand cupping her delicate neck. “I need you. Please” she whispered in my ear. That was all the convincing I needed to pick her up and wrap those long legs around my waist, kicking the door shut behind me.
I dropped her on her bed, kissing along her jawbone as I unbuttoned her shirt, feeling her heavy breathing against my numb fingers. Everything was going so fast, yet so slow. She slipped out of her top and bra, exposing her perfect breasts, small brown nipples mounted the tops and I immediately took one into my mouth, groaning at the taste of the sweet delectable skin. It immediately budded under the roll of my tongue and nipping of my teeth. She was mewling like a little kitten, rubbing herself under those lace panties. This woman would drive me absolutely mad. I could smell her musky scent as I kissed my way down her flat stomach, latching onto the panties with my teeth and slowly dragging them off. I parted her thighs and was immediately attached to her clit like a magnet. It didn’t take long for the gasps and moans to become loud screams of pleasure. Her fingers knotting in my hair as she came on my face. I had never known bliss like this until I slid myself into her, the tight walls of her vagina grasping me for dear life. Her nails left track marks down my arms and back as I slammed into her tiny body over and over again, the sounds of her ecstasy never growing old. I could feel her need beginning to build again. I pushed harder, faster into her as my own load began to churn in my balls. “Fuck….I’m going to cum again Bryan!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, a wave of pleasure taking over her body. She arched her back and gasped, squeezing her nipples tightly. I emptied myself into her then, not thinking of the consequences that may occur later. It was nothing short of a miracle.
We continued to meet again over the next several weeks. We were soon in love, completely infatuated with one another. It always ended the same way: my children swimming into her cervix and her womb welcoming them home. It felt incredible. A few months had passed and her period too. I wasn’t surprised when she showed me the pregnancy test, beaming with pride and holding her stomach. I decided to propose to her then. Make her my wife. Make us a family.
The months went by quickly. We married in her 7 month. She was so large and round by then. I could barely keep my hands away from her. Her perfect breasts had engorged and were beginning to leak milk. I was more than happy to help relieve her pain as I suckled on them. It was sweet and I could hardly wait to see my offspring attached to them. Little did I know, I would not have to wait too much longer for my dream to become a reality.

The birds chirped happily outside the window of our house, the sun shining through the curtains, landing on the face of my beautiful bride. She looked like Heaven lying there, her hand wrapped around her large belly. I kissed her gently, her eyelids fluttering open. “I have been having the pains again” she whispered softly, stretching her naked body. I drunk her in. I would miss the way she looked pregnant, but knew the time lapse between her gestations wouldn’t be long. I would soon have her full to the brim again. “I’m sorry darling, not much longer” I say, kissing her and then the taut skin of her tan stomach. She nods a little, struggling to roll over. “I have to head down to the office today. You take it easy okay?” I mutter as I slip into my suit, kissing her on the forehead before I grab my briefcase. “Yeah, okay” she agrees, watching me exit the door.
(Amanda)
It had been a few hours since I felt the first contraction. They had been coming infrequently the past few days, but nothing helped except a warm bath. I submerged myself into the water again that morning, feeling my womb tighten under my hands. “Hee hee hoooooo” I breathed slowly. Thank god for the Lamaze classes Bryan and I had attended in my 39th week. I was now nearing the end of week 42, desperately overdue with our large child. I rubbed my stomach, begging our child to make her appearance into the world. Another pain quickly approached, much faster than the other times. “Hee hee hoo. Hee hee hoo” I panted, starting to feel an unfamiliar pressure in my pelvis. I was growing scared and panicky quickly. I drained the water from the tub and wrapped myself in only a towel, timing the pains. The horrible pressure grew stronger, almost as if a bowling ball had positioned itself over my cervix. I immediately called Bryan, explaining the situation over the phone. “Bryan…I think….I think this is it!” I panted, holding my stomach. It immediately began to tighten as if on cue. “AhhhhhhhHHHHHH HELP BRYAN IT HURTS!” I cried, dropping the phone. I tried to remember my breathing, but I was becoming delirious with pain. The contractions were quickly on top of each other. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” He yelled through the phone. It was over an hour later before he bursts through the doors, finding me curled up in the kitchen floor in a ball, sobbing. “It hurts! It hurts so bad!” I cried, bearing down against the pressure. “Don’t push!” He yelled, scooping me up and placing me in the front seat. “It’s 3 hours to the nearest hospital! I won’t make it!” I sobbed in pain, gripping the handle on the roof as another pain hit. “AHHHHHHH ITS COMING!” He stepped on the gas and took off in the direction of the hospital. It was the most torturous ride of my life. The child’s head was right against my cervix, desperately trying to squeeze past. “Don’t push, baby. Breathe. Breathe.” I nodded quickly, exhaling in pain. “Hee hee hoooo-OWWW FUCK!” I squealed, arching my hips in pain. I could feel his big hand on my stomach, coaxing our child. “No baby, breathe. Focus. Relax.” I wanted to punch him.
(Bryan)
We had been driving for nearly an hour when I saw the neon lights of an urgent care flashing “open” on their doors. I pulled in quickly, my wife desperately sobbing to keep going. I knew she wouldn’t make it. I blared my horn, hoping for help from the personnel. I parked the car at the front door, immediately hopping out and looping my arm around my wife who’s anguished protests hurt my ears. “NO! NO!” She squealed loudly as I half drug her into the office. A young lady met us at the door. Her name tag read Julia on her ample breasts. Beneath her lab coat, her stomach was also swollen disproportionately to her body. “Oh my!” She gasped, ushering us into an exam room. “I have to push NOW!” My wife growled loudly, immediately dropping all of her sweat-soaked clothes. The doctor began to collect everything she would need. Amanda laid back against the cold metal table, her feet in the stirrups. I slid her bottom to the end for her, spreading her knees wider. “It’s okay baby. It’s okay. The doctor is going to help.”
“Amanda, my name is Julia. I’m going to be assisting in your delivery today” she said with a cheerful smile, placing her fingers inside of my wife to check progress. “Baby is still a bit far but we can begin pushing if you want” she said with an approving nod. Amanda growled loudly but didn’t answer as her next contraction hit her. She curled up around her stomach and pushed hard. “Yes baby! You got it! Push push push!” I encouraged her, watching her delicate folds bulge from the pressure. She gasped, lying back against the table. “Holy shit. No. I can’t!” She cried, her body cramping up again. “You can Amanda, you’re doing it” Julia said, pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She was equally as gorgeous as my wife, but in a different way. Her green eyes were focused on the task at hand, but every now and again, she would give me an approving smile. I could feel my load churn in my balls. I was desperate for her to end up on the table next.
It had been several hours since we arrived at the Urgent Care. Amanda was growing tired, restless, and delirious. Her huge stomach heaving with each push. She was a trooper. “The baby is coming darling. She’s big but she’s coming” I encouraged after a particularly terrible contraction. “God..cut me open…rip her out….please” Amanda gasped. The doctor placed an oxygen mask over her face, instructing her to breathe deeply. “Okay Amanda, next contraction let’s give it all we have. Right here into your bottom” she said, placing her fingers into my wife’s hole and applying pressure downwards. She nodded quickly, grabbing the back of her thighs and taking a quick, sharp breath and pushing down so hard, her cheeks turned purple. “Good girl, Amanda. One two three four…” “AHHHH NO!” She sobbed loudly, snaking her back up the table. “Don’t run darling. I know it’s hard. Let’s do it again before the contraction ends. Deep breath in and push all into your butt. All that pressure is normal” Julia assured. “It’s burning so bad! The head is so big!” Amanda sobbed, reluctantly pushing with the next contraction. “There you go baby! I can see a bit of the head!” I yelled over her, rubbing her parted thigh. “It won’t be long now!”
(Amanda)
“I thought you said it would be soon!” I gasped after pushing. It had been almost 6 hours since that comment. I had never felt pain like this. My head was throbbing, voice hoarse from screaming, ears ringing, my stomach felt like someone was trying to split me apart with their bare hands, and my pussy. Oh my pussy ached with the most intensity I could never hope to have the words to describe. I wanted to die. Right then and there. It was too much. Our daughter would never come out. I could feel my womb tightening again and I gave a desperate cry, clutching the sides of the bed and burying my chin into my chest. The intensity of the pressure was astounding. I screamed loudly before taking another breath and pushing again. Someone laid a damp cloth on my forehead. I was delirious and could no longer separate voices. Just the primal instinct inside me begging me to get this baby out. I rubbed my protruding stomach, pleading with the life inside of me to come out. “Come on baby, mommy needs you out! Please come ou-AHHHHH!” I groaned, reluctantly curling around my aching abdomen to push once more. “I’m worried the child is stuck” I heard Julia mutter to Bryan, their voices secretive and hushed, which only pissed me off more. “What do you mean she’s stuck?!” I screamed in blind fury, gritting my teeth as every muscle in my stomach clamped down behind my child, shoving her forward past my cervix and into my birth canal. I gasped loudly, clamping my thighs shut out of fear. “NO! No make it stop!” I shouted, the red hot pain burning the walls of my stretched cunt. As the pain began to ebb away, my thighs trembled violently and I sobbed. I could feel Julia’s cool hand rub up and down my thigh, coaxing me to calm down. “It’s alright darling. She’s progressing now. Breathe and when you are ready to push just let us know.” I nodded in response, too worn out to speak. My lips were cracked and dry. My tongue felt huge in my mouth. All of my hydration leaked through my pores in the form of sweat. My entire body glistened of it, as if I had been merely relaxing in a sauna. I was going to die. I just knew it.
(Julia)
It had been so long since the couple arrived, I was growing gravely concerned for my patient. She looked utterly spent sprawled across the metal gurney, chest heaving and vagina bulging from between her thighs. I watched her pitiful face contort into sheer agony as contraction after contraction washed over her body and she blew the pain away. She was no longer pushing with the contractions, her body too exhausted to keep progressing. The room reeked with the smell of her sex and sweat and I was certain her pheromones were causing my own discomfort that had began almost an hour ago. While my pain was still manageable, it was starting to take its toll. I remained calm and collected as I felt my child butt against my cervix. The pressure began to mount in my womb and I breathed in deeply, slowly exhaling again. Over and over until it subsided. I didn’t know how much longer I had before I would join the woman in front of me in the same undignified fashion: legs spread wide open, my child taking my very womanhood, my most sensitive folds and splitting them apart. “Are you alright, Doctor?” Bryan asked, one of his eyebrows cocked as he eyed my bulging stomach. A groan from Amanda interrupted our conversation as she began panting into her next contraction. “Hee hee hoooo hee hee hoooo-OH GOD! HOlY SHIT!” She gasped, gritting her teeth and bearing down. I took my place between her legs, nodding at Bryan to count as I slipped my fingers into her battered hole, desperately trying to make room for the child’s overdue head. “Push harder, Amanda!” I screamed over her retched cries. The child’s head began to descent. Small locks of brown curls decorated her slick scalp that threatened to break through her mother’s opening. “Don’t stop Amanda! She’s so close!” She grabbed behind her knees and pushed with renewed energy, an inhuman growl escaped her lips as the head of her daughter drew her labia tight around the head. The poor woman’s entire body trembled as she brought the head to a crown, screeching loudly as her husband cheered her on. “Okay now breathe, Amanda. Let her stretch you.” She nodded , her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her husband had taken to her side, forcibly holding her thighs open and back so I could have access to the child. It looked terribly painful. I tried to imagine what my own child would feel like sliding out of my body. I silently prayed for an easy delivery.
(Bryan)
It had been almost an hour since our daughter's head had broken the surface of the world. She remained there, stuck, her large head splitting my perfect Amanda in two. Sending her into fits of desperation as her body fought to expel the fetus inside. I noticed our doctor getting rather antsy as well. She could barely sit still on her stool, panting softly alongside my wife, hand on her globe of a stomach. She was even larger than Amanda, which was an incredible feat of its own. Every few minutes I could see the rippling of her stomach muscles shift under her blue, tight fitted shirt. I was almost positive she was in labor also. Her normally relaxed eyes were wide in a hidden panic. Her voice too high pitched and breathless. I held Amanda’s legs open as she attempted to push again, her screams destroying my eardrums. “Heee heee hooo, hee hee hooo” she panted to the peak of the contraction. She suddenly bore down, our child slipping out of her even more, but not enough to pass the clearance of my wife’s gorgeous pink mound. It was dangerously close to bursting. I could see a slight tear in her perineum. I caressed her stomach gently, whispering to her to be strong, it was almost over. Her eyes shot wide open and her jaw dropped, forming a perfect O. The miracle began happening between her legs. Our child’s head was slowly sliding out, the loudest scream yet from Amanda leaving her completely exhausted. The wetness in the corner of my eyes clouded my vision, but I could see without a doubt, the baby looked exactly like her mother. “Good job honey! Get ready for the shoulders!” I cheered, supporting her head as she heaved her final push. The baby came out with a sudden gush of amniotic fluid, and Julia placed the large, crying baby girl against Amanda’s breath. She was overjoyed, instantly crying and kissing the moist baby. “Congrats you two. I’ll call for an ambulance now” Julia said, backing out of the room. “You did so good honey” I whispered, kissing her softly and touching one of the thick curls that spiraled on to her forehead. I was so in love.
(Julia)
It took almost 3 hours for the EMT and paramedic team to come collect the small family inside my medical practice. I had retreated into my office, filing paperwork through my contractions. I was no obstetrician, but I figured I had awhile before they became real bad. I was wrong. After locking up, I drove the hour to my city in total agony, the grip on my steering wheel turning my knuckles white as the pain struck my ripened womb. “Hooooo hooooo hoooo” I blew slowly, squirming in the driver seat to relieve the unbearable pressure in my hips. “Maybe if I walk around for awhile I will relieve some of this pressure” I thought to myself as I pulled into my local Walmart. I had many friends there. It was a small town and so many people were thrilled when I announced my pregnancy. As I got out of my car, another pain hit. I winced and grabbed onto my door, hanging off of it as I waited for the agonizing torture to end. “Hoo hooooo hooo” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut. After it subsided, I quickly grabbed a buggy and walked inside, wandering down the frozen aisle. My stomach looked different somehow, much lower. The pressure sitting directly on top of my cervix. It hurt to walk. I waddled my way into the baking aisle before the clenching in my womb started. The pain was unbearable. I gasped, grabbing at the nearest shelf and holding the underside of my round belly. I could barely even pant. I tried my hardest to stay quiet, but a loud roar erupted out of me. My legs began to tremble and I fell to the floor on all fours, incapable of holding my own weight. “Ahhhhh! Oh god!” I gritted through my teeth just as a man rounded the corner and saw me. He ran to me immediately, his hands rubbing my back. “Miss, Miss are you okay?!” He said, looking at my pregnant belly. “This….baby….is…coming NOW!” I screamed loudly as another contraction hit. I grasped onto his shirt desperately, sobbing. “Please make it stop! Please! It’s ripping me in half!” Another woman entered the aisle, immediately running to us to assist. I was out of my mind and completely inconsolable. “Okay, you’re okay. We are going to get this baby out” the woman said, stroking my sweaty forehead. I suddenly felt a drop and with it, the unbearable need to push. “Not yet darling, breathe.” I began to pant again, wailing as they moved me onto my back. The woman stripped me of my bra, allowing my milk engorged breasts to hang freely under my shirt. My nipples brushed against the cotton and immediately began pouring milk, mixing with my sweat. Another woman had made her way to our circle to see what the commotion was about. And before long, my screams of agony had attracted an entire crowd. I was still panting, the hands of strangers grabbing at my every body part. Someone had put my head in their lap, allowing me to be slightly elevated. Another pair of hands were at my waistline, sliding my pants and soiled panties off my body. I immediately parted my thighs, the cool air brushing over my sensitive mound. “No head yet” a deep voice said as I screamed, a contraction forcing the baby down my canal. It was coming quick.
(Amanda & Bryan) 
It had been a long day. I was sore from head to toe from my strenuous labor. After I had recovered enough to leave the ER, Bryan and I took our newborn baby girl and headed the 2 hours back home. We had decided to stop at Walmart at a nearby city to buy diapers for our little one. Whilst in the store shopping, we heard an ear piercing wail. One of which, I distinctly remember coming from my own voice just hours ago as I pushed our baby into this world. “Bryan….I think someone is having a baby in here” listening to the sounds of agony that echoed around the store. Before he could argue, I quickly sped my buggy off into the grocery section, nearly running to the tortured soul. I was halted immediately in my tracks as I saw a group of people surrounding a woman on the floor who was writhing in pain. Her pants were off, a small pool of blood and fluid beneath her bottom. I almost didn’t recognize her face until someone pushed her hair back. “Julia!” I gasped, leaving Bryan to tend to the baby as I ran to her, breaking through the loud, rowdy crowd of arms grasping at her. “Julia…Julia it’s me. Amanda” I said, patting her cheeks. She looked nearly unconscious, her eyes rolling around in the back of her head. Her mouth was slightly agape and breathing raggedly. I rubbed her knee the same way she did for me just hours before. “Someone grab something cold off the frozen aisle!” I yelled over the crowd. I saw a woman in her mid sixties sprint towards the frozen foods. “Julia it’s going to be okay. We are going to get your baby out” I said, doing my best to comfort her. Her beautiful face merely contorted into a grimace. I watched her distended belly shrink into itself. She was having a contraction. “You, grab that leg and you, grab her other leg” I ordered two men. The obliged immediately, pushing her knees back into her chest. “Okay Julia. I know you can hear me. Take a deep breath and push all in your bottom.” She nodded, eyes still closed and bore down, screaming loudly. Two women held her hands and she squeezed so tight their bones popped. Julia screeched again as she took another breath and pushed. I could see her delicate lips began to bulge. I wondered to myself if she was as scared as I was delivering my own baby. “Ah ah ah!” She sobbed, shaking her head. “Please, please no more!” “Come on darling. You’re close. Another deep breath and push as hard as you can on your next contraction. She panted waiting for another pain, her eyes wildly finding mine as tears rolled down her sweaty cheeks. Makeup caked under her eyes and left black streaks down the rosy sides of her face. Her jaw dropped and she arched her back as another contraction came. “Okay Julia, big push!” I pulled her labia open as the crowd chanted, “one two three four five six…”. I could see her child stuck inside of her canal, not budging even as her face turned purple with effort. “Okay Julia. This might hurt. I need you to pant for me, don’t push!” I said, reaching my hand inside of her velvety tunnel. She bucked her hips wildly, in pain, throwing her head back and forth as I finally reached the end of her tunnel where I could feel the soft, squishy flesh of a baby bottom. “Julia, your baby is breech okay. We are going to move you around to help get this baby out.” “Oh God no! No! Somebody help!” She screamed as another contraction began to build. “Quick! flip her over!” I commanded. And the crowd obliged, hoisting the laboring mother onto her hands and knees just in time for her to bear down hard and push. “Good girl. That’s it” I say, rubbing her clitoris softly. She whimpered as the child’s bottom began to slide down, gravity helping move the baby into position. “Do a push like that again.” She obliged quickly, straining so hard her asshole gaped open. The elderly woman returned with a bag of frozen peas, putting them on Julia’s neck. She pushed a few more times and I watched as her pussy began to split apart, the crack of the newborn appearing just inside of her hole. It looked so much worse than my delivery.

(Julia)
With each push, this baby agonizingly tore my canal apart. I could feel every inch of his body ripping my muscles to be born. I had screamed so much I was practically hoarse. My very womanhood was burning like the pits of hell as I pushed time and time again, making slow progress. I could feel the tightening again and took a deep breath, pushing hard into my lower half. “AHHHHHHH! OH GOD AMANDA PLEASE! PULL HIM OUT!!” I wailed, feeling his bottom began to crown. I could barely follow her instructions. The overwhelming need to push took over and I pushed with no contraction, feeling my skin tear open a little. I began to sob uncontrollably. The birth was going so slow in reverse. I could feel my skin stretch over his tiny penis and then his thighs. My primal moans turned into growls as I delivered him up to his waist. I collapsed on the woman in front of me, blacking out momentarily before a contraction forced me to push again “FUCK!” I screamed, his entire body keeping me open. “NO MORE! NO MO-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Amanda began tugging on the baby’s legs, sliding him out to his shoulders. They gently popped out of me, my son hanging on by his head. “Pant Julia!” Amanda commanded. “Hee hee hoo hee hee hoo” my lungs felt like fire and my mouth like cotton from all the breathing and panting. I just wanted to be done. “Listen to me Julia. Next push, we will deliver the head. Get ready to give it your all.” I nodded, sobbing as the pressure increased and I pushed down, first feeling his chin pop out and then the face and finally, the most agonizing of all, the largest diameter of his head. I screamed louder than I ever thought possible as my perineum tore completely through to my asshole. At last, the head came with an audible pop and I gasped, instantly turning over to catch my baby in my arms. A loud cheer from the crowd was the last thing I heard before being carted away in an ambulance.
Nearly 6 months later, Amanda, Bryan and I are still best friends. Perhaps one day, my son and her daughter will have their own baby.