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Birthday curse By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:44:32 AM

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It was her birthday today. She had made it to twenty-five, the midpoint between the lovely twenty and the ‘oh god I’m thirty’ stages of life. She had been busy with school for the past four years, recently earning her degree and already landing a strong job as a businesswoman. Despite being her birthday, today wasn’t a day for Emily to relax and have fun; it was a work day like any other, and she made the usual trek to work on foot, the trip on the sidewalk much faster than attempting to drive through the morning rush. She wore the usual attire; dress pants and a button-up blouse, a look that she felt gave her a sharp demeanor.
Emily felt strangely ambitious this particular day. Maybe it was the prospect that she had to work on her birthday, and therefore felt motivated not to slack off, or perhaps the morning air was simply invigorating; whatever it was, she had a strange little feeling deep inside her, one that made her feel like she’d be accomplishing quite a lot today. When the time of day hit 8:24, the precise time of her birth, it suddenly hit her without warning, without provocation; her belly began to swell. It was so random she didn’t even notice it at first, but it didn’t take long for her bloating abdomen to push against her shirt. She absent-mindedly reached down to adjust it, only to feel her belly pushing out, quickly creating an uncomfortable tightness that only got worse. She halted in her tracks, dumbfounded as she looked down, watching the buttons suddenly snap off her shirt one by one with her bloating belly quickly filling any new space that was created. She let out a groan as her belly gave a strong surge of growth, her pants button popping as well as her stomach reached an enormous size, unmistakably nine months pregnant. If the other pedestrians on the sidewalk hadn’t seen Emily a mere ten seconds before, they’d think she was simply a pregnant woman in ill-fitting clothes. Those that did witness her growth were either shocked and stopped, or shocked and quickly left the situation behind.
Before Emily could even comprehend what had happened to her, a blast of fluids poured out of her nethers, soaking her pants. She gasped as a contraction suddenly scrunched her abs, knocking her onto her butt. Her ten-second child was overdue, and her body wanted it out. She began to moan, still trying to even figure out what was going on, her body working against her as contractions hit her over and over again, so hard she was convulsing, bucking her hips. People around her gradually stopped and gawked as she continued to moan and pant with effort. She frantically looked around at her audience, her cheeks aflame in blush as she tried to take in everything that was happening to her. Her legs were spread as wide as she could make them, and her body was desperately trying to eject the child, the crowning head creating a bulge in her pants. Despite the obstruction, her body kept contracting. Gaining some understanding of what was going on through instinct alone, she pushed her hips upwards, propped on her feet with her waist in the air so she could tug her pants down; no easy feat with a child emerging between her legs. With her pants out of the way, she finally bore down on her own push to accompany the contractions, and she gave birth right into her panties. Within a minute’s time, her body had produced and birthed a child. She gasped for air as she recovered from the sudden insanity, quite aware that she had just given birth on the sidewalk with random strangers watching her, the shock of the situation still overwhelming.
The crowd began to react, finally overcoming the initial shock. Some panicked, some sensibly called 911. A nurse from the crowd approached Emily and got the child free of her underwear, trying to comfort Emily in the process. If the situation wasn’t odd enough already, the child wasn’t attached to any umbilical cord. She wrapped it up in a sweater as Emily panted, laying on the cold sidewalk, a mix of shock and embarrassment overwhelming her. She was naked, exposed, vulnerable… She just wanted to be home in bed, to start her day over.
An ancient curse stirred within her veins, and it was just getting started. With a loud moan that surprised the nurse, her belly began to bloat once again, an ominous *creeeeeak* as her flesh distended, her womb filling up inside her. “N-no! What’s happening to meeENGHH-” A grunt interrupted her as her large belly shifted lower, another splash as a second child was ready to escape her. Everyone could see it sink lower, into her pelvis, into her birth canal; she began to push even before the contractions wracked her, Emily groaning and huffing with effort. It was happening so fast, all she could do was instinctively push. The nurse assisted her this time, helping pull the child free when it was already mostly out from the sheer strength behind Emily’s pushes alone. Just like that, a second child had been born. Emily had been so busy with life, she hadn’t even had time for any sort of stable relationship; what was happening to her was hardly fair.
She thought about asking for help, but what could anyone possibly do? Her hands went to her tummy and began to rub it, and before she knew it, it was swelling again. Another child was growing, and she tried her damndest to push her belly, halt the growth. “This- nnghh- can’t be happening to me..!” Her belly swelled right through her grasping hands, and she moved them down to her crotch; she hardly wanted to give birth again. Once her stomach again reached its massive peak, her water broke through her waiting hands and contractions roiled through her. She grunted, groaned, moaned, panted; she was so desperate she was trying to keep the child from coming out, for maybe it would stop them from growing more and more. Her body wasn’t going to stop, though; it had to come out. She felt it squeeze out right into her hands despite her efforts to stop it, the third child within five minutes. The third one was barely out, and already a fourth was growing. The process was speeding up, and all she could do was bear it. The nurse gathered her child into a blanket from a nearby store, then comforted Emily as best she could, giving her her hand to hold. “Why won’t it stop?! They keep growing!” Emily said between gasps and moans of discomfort, now just waiting for the fourth to force labor.
Her belly this time seemed to get quite a bit bigger. Just like the randomness of any normal birth, this particular child was much heavier and bigger than the previous three, and when the labor kicked in, it descended as quickly as the others, but halted at her nethers; it was too big. “Ahhgh! It’s too big, I can’t..! UHH!” Her body worked in overdrive and she pushed with all her might, this child taking a little longer to escape her, but finally leaving the confines of her womb. The curse gave her a tiny bit of recovery time, just enough for her to notice that her breasts had since doubled in size, snapping through the final buttons of her blouse. Her embarrassment flourished, being completely nude in public with everyone watching her in this helpless state.
It all started again, the sudden rapid swell of her belly, the creaking of her skin. Soon came the fifth child, than the sixth… Finally the ambulance showed up, the paramedics parting the crowd and getting through to Emily. “H-help me! I can’t stop giving birth..! It won’t sto… Oh.. OHH IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!” Her rambling seemed ridiculous, but sure enough, her stomach began to swell rapidly, becoming the huge gravid sphere once again. “NNNGH!” She strained with effort to get the seventh out of her, and once it was free and taken care of, the medics helped her sit up, having her walk to the ambulance. “Please, no, I need to stay on the ground, they keep coming ou- AHHH!” Halfway there, her belly swelled again, becoming heavy so fast that she stumbled from the sudden weight, stumbling forward until she grabbed the back of the ambulance, leaning forward as a child began to emerge from her once again. “OhhhhhHHH!” She moaned loudly yet again as the child left her, into the waiting care of the paramedics. She climbed into the ambulance and onto the bed, already spreading her legs as wide as she could, knowing more would be coming.
She felt absolutely helpless. She was like some demonic factory, children spawning inside her at an impossible pace. On the way to the hospital she had yet another four children, one after the other. She had yet another on the way into the hospital room, and it continued in the maternity room, another three. She feared it wouldn’t ever stop, but the curse was reaching its end. With a loud rumbling gurgle, her belly surged, swelled, bloated; it inflated like a raft, her moans drowning out the creaking of her skin as it reached ridiculous proportions, children filling any space they could find within her womb. Doctors and nurses actually backed off as it kept growing, becoming so heavy that the bed she was on creaked and arched in the middle. “AGHH! I’m… going… to BURST!” She groaned, grunted, and pawed at her massive belly. “Get… unnnh… GET THEM OUT! OHHHHH!” Just when she felt she could get no fuller, no tighter, it finally halted. Nine kids squirmed within her womb, and with a massive burst of fluids, she went into a labor that lasted for hours, nine large and weighty babies slowly being delivered one by one.
Far away, on a different continent in an old ruined tomb, the 25th candle on a statue blew out as she birthed the last of the nine. Souls of those Emily’s family had wronged hundred’s of years ago were reborn, her family’s debt finally repaid. She rested after an exhausting day, a 25th birth day she would never forget.

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It was her birthday today. She had made it to twenty-five, the midpoint between the lovely twenty and the ‘oh god I’m thirty’ stages of life. She had been busy with school for the past four years, recently earning her degree and already landing a strong job as a businesswoman. Despite being her birthday, today wasn’t a day for Emily to relax and have fun; it was a work day like any other, and she made the usual trek to work on foot, the trip on the sidewalk much faster than attempting to drive through the morning rush. She wore the usual attire; dress pants and a button-up blouse, a look that she felt gave her a sharp demeanor.

Emily felt strangely ambitious this particular day. Maybe it was the prospect that she had to work on her birthday, and therefore felt motivated not to slack off, or perhaps the morning air was simply invigorating; whatever it was, she had a strange little feeling deep inside her, one that made her feel like she’d be accomplishing quite a lot today. When the time of day hit 8:24, the precise time of her birth, it suddenly hit her without warning, without provocation; her belly began to swell. It was so random she didn’t even notice it at first, but it didn’t take long for her bloating abdomen to push against her shirt. She absent-mindedly reached down to adjust it, only to feel her belly pushing out, quickly creating an uncomfortable tightness that only got worse. She halted in her tracks, dumbfounded as she looked down, watching the buttons suddenly snap off her shirt one by one with her bloating belly quickly filling any new space that was created. She let out a groan as her belly gave a strong surge of growth, her pants button popping as well as her stomach reached an enormous size, unmistakably nine months pregnant. If the other pedestrians on the sidewalk hadn’t seen Emily a mere ten seconds before, they’d think she was simply a pregnant woman in ill-fitting clothes. Those that did witness her growth were either shocked and stopped, or shocked and quickly left the situation behind.

Before Emily could even comprehend what had happened to her, a blast of fluids poured out of her nethers, soaking her pants. She gasped as a contraction suddenly scrunched her abs, knocking her onto her butt. Her ten-second child was overdue, and her body wanted it out. She began to moan, still trying to even figure out what was going on, her body working against her as contractions hit her over and over again, so hard she was convulsing, bucking her hips. People around her gradually stopped and gawked as she continued to moan and pant with effort. She frantically looked around at her audience, her cheeks aflame in blush as she tried to take in everything that was happening to her. Her legs were spread as wide as she could make them, and her body was desperately trying to eject the child, the crowning head creating a bulge in her pants. Despite the obstruction, her body kept contracting. Gaining some understanding of what was going on through instinct alone, she pushed her hips upwards, propped on her feet with her waist in the air so she could tug her pants down; no easy feat with a child emerging between her legs. With her pants out of the way, she finally bore down on her own push to accompany the contractions, and she gave birth right into her panties. Within a minute’s time, her body had produced and birthed a child. She gasped for air as she recovered from the sudden insanity, quite aware that she had just given birth on the sidewalk with random strangers watching her, the shock of the situation still overwhelming.

The crowd began to react, finally overcoming the initial shock. Some panicked, some sensibly called 911. A nurse from the crowd approached Emily and got the child free of her underwear, trying to comfort Emily in the process. If the situation wasn’t odd enough already, the child wasn’t attached to any umbilical cord. She wrapped it up in a sweater as Emily panted, laying on the cold sidewalk, a mix of shock and embarrassment overwhelming her. She was naked, exposed, vulnerable… She just wanted to be home in bed, to start her day over.

An ancient curse stirred within her veins, and it was just getting started. With a loud moan that surprised the nurse, her belly began to bloat once again, an ominous *creeeeeak* as her flesh distended, her womb filling up inside her. “N-no! What’s happening to meeENGHH-” A grunt interrupted her as her large belly shifted lower, another splash as a second child was ready to escape her. Everyone could see it sink lower, into her pelvis, into her birth canal; she began to push even before the contractions wracked her, Emily groaning and huffing with effort. It was happening so fast, all she could do was instinctively push. The nurse assisted her this time, helping pull the child free when it was already mostly out from the sheer strength behind Emily’s pushes alone. Just like that, a second child had been born. Emily had been so busy with life, she hadn’t even had time for any sort of stable relationship; what was happening to her was hardly fair.

She thought about asking for help, but what could anyone possibly do? Her hands went to her tummy and began to rub it, and before she knew it, it was swelling again. Another child was growing, and she tried her damndest to push her belly, halt the growth. “This- nnghh- can’t be happening to me..!” Her belly swelled right through her grasping hands, and she moved them down to her crotch; she hardly wanted to give birth again. Once her stomach again reached its massive peak, her water broke through her waiting hands and contractions roiled through her. She grunted, groaned, moaned, panted; she was so desperate she was trying to keep the child from coming out, for maybe it would stop them from growing more and more. Her body wasn’t going to stop, though; it had to come out. She felt it squeeze out right into her hands despite her efforts to stop it, the third child within five minutes. The third one was barely out, and already a fourth was growing. The process was speeding up, and all she could do was bear it. The nurse gathered her child into a blanket from a nearby store, then comforted Emily as best she could, giving her her hand to hold. “Why won’t it stop?! They keep growing!” Emily said between gasps and moans of discomfort, now just waiting for the fourth to force labor.

Her belly this time seemed to get quite a bit bigger. Just like the randomness of any normal birth, this particular child was much heavier and bigger than the previous three, and when the labor kicked in, it descended as quickly as the others, but halted at her nethers; it was too big. “Ahhgh! It’s too big, I can’t..! UHH!” Her body worked in overdrive and she pushed with all her might, this child taking a little longer to escape her, but finally leaving the confines of her womb. The curse gave her a tiny bit of recovery time, just enough for her to notice that her breasts had since doubled in size, snapping through the final buttons of her blouse. Her embarrassment flourished, being completely nude in public with everyone watching her in this helpless state.

It all started again, the sudden rapid swell of her belly, the creaking of her skin. Soon came the fifth child, than the sixth… Finally the ambulance showed up, the paramedics parting the crowd and getting through to Emily. “H-help me! I can’t stop giving birth..! It won’t sto… Oh.. OHH IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!” Her rambling seemed ridiculous, but sure enough, her stomach began to swell rapidly, becoming the huge gravid sphere once again. “NNNGH!” She strained with effort to get the seventh out of her, and once it was free and taken care of, the medics helped her sit up, having her walk to the ambulance. “Please, no, I need to stay on the ground, they keep coming ou- AHHH!” Halfway there, her belly swelled again, becoming heavy so fast that she stumbled from the sudden weight, stumbling forward until she grabbed the back of the ambulance, leaning forward as a child began to emerge from her once again. “OhhhhhHHH!” She moaned loudly yet again as the child left her, into the waiting care of the paramedics. She climbed into the ambulance and onto the bed, already spreading her legs as wide as she could, knowing more would be coming.

She felt absolutely helpless. She was like some demonic factory, children spawning inside her at an impossible pace. On the way to the hospital she had yet another four children, one after the other. She had yet another on the way into the hospital room, and it continued in the maternity room, another three. She feared it wouldn’t ever stop, but the curse was reaching its end. With a loud rumbling gurgle, her belly surged, swelled, bloated; it inflated like a raft, her moans drowning out the creaking of her skin as it reached ridiculous proportions, children filling any space they could find within her womb. Doctors and nurses actually backed off as it kept growing, becoming so heavy that the bed she was on creaked and arched in the middle. “AGHH! I’m… going… to BURST!” She groaned, grunted, and pawed at her massive belly. “Get… unnnh… GET THEM OUT! OHHHHH!” Just when she felt she could get no fuller, no tighter, it finally halted. Nine kids squirmed within her womb, and with a massive burst of fluids, she went into a labor that lasted for hours, nine large and weighty babies slowly being delivered one by one.

Far away, on a different continent in an old ruined tomb, the 25th candle on a statue blew out as she birthed the last of the nine. Souls of those Emily’s family had wronged hundred’s of years ago were reborn, her family’s debt finally repaid. She rested after an exhausting day, a 25th birth day she would never forget.