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Rosa's Miracle By kvent on 26th August 2021 10:02:21 AM

Rosa’s Miracle
by b2
The small town of Alto Pria was a very traditional mountain village, where everyone conformed to the old ways of living, much as they had for hundreds of years. The town was also very devout, every man, woman and child attending church twice a week – Thursdays for worship and Sundays for sermon – every week, without fail. The population of church-goers was waning of late, however, as the town was facing one of the worst bouts of infertility seen since the Dark Ages.
No child had been born in the town in five years. At first, the women had blamed the men and the men had blamed the women, but eventually all fell into a sort of quiet despair as they continued to see no pregnancies and no children born in the small town. Some marriages and couplings were dissolved, while still many others continued to try desperately to conceive, with no success.
Some thought it a curse, others a disease. Some foresaw their small town falling into ruin, empty, devoid of life. Others continued on with their lives, miserable for the lack of small voices echoing about the cobblestone streets. Whatever the cause of this problem, the fact was the town was now home to over 500 young couples unable to conceive.
For none was the plague on their city more evident than Rosa. She was an unwed schoolteacher, and she had witnessed no new children entering her school in the past seven years. It was a frightful omen, and she often thought about how she would do anything to reverse it.
When Rosa went to church that Tuesday afternoon it was empty, most of the townsfolk still at work, so she found herself alone as she slotted herself into a pew near the back of the aisle. She sat upon the hard mahogany panel, bending forward to kneel upon the cushion behind the seat before her. She clasped her hands together and leaned towards them, her mouth a drawn, firm line and eyes gently shut.
“Dear Lord,” she began, voice hushed into the clasp of her hands, “will you not, in your infinite power and wisdom, end this hideous plague you have put upon us? Will you not save us from this wretched infertility, and let us have children again?”
She sighed into her hands, voice shaky with desperation. She continued to pray with more firm resolve than anyone in the village had in these last empty years.
“Please, O Lord, save us, your humble servants, from this accursed plague. Though I am but a mere mortal woman, I would give anything to see our town filled with young ones. Please, Lord, see it in your infinite wisdom to bless us with children once again.”
Rosa drew up the last of her resolve and finished the prayer. “I remain, as always, your faithful child. Amen.” Then, overtaken by beatitude and peace with God, she fell heavily back into the pew.
For a moment, Rosa was just silent, eyes closed, drawing her long coat around her body, sitting back in the pew, the wood hard against her back. She listened for a moment for an answer, a sign, something, but hearing only the bishop and his pages bustling about in the back room behind the altar, she gave in with a sigh and slouched against the pew.
Rosa opened her eyes, sweeping back a long black lock of hair which had fallen out of her tight bun, and looked down at her empty hands. It was then she noticed a small bump growing behind her thin trench coat, just below her navel, swelling quickly. She frowned at the lump, pulling her coat open to reveal the modest sundress beneath, watching the bump grow faster and faster beneath the flower-print fabric.
“It can’t be,” she breathed in amazement, hands trembling over her rapidly-swelling stomach. She stroked her belly carefully, feeling it grow hard and full beneath her palms, until it was swollen nearly to the size of a woman pregnant at six months. She started to try and stand, but felt a firm thump somewhere in the vicinity of her lower abdomen, and collapsed back onto the pew.
“Oh, God, it’s—” Rosa gasped out, as her still-growing belly filled the space between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. Everything was happening so fast, Rosa had no choice but to follow her body’s instincts; her belly as if with a life of its own, pushed her down onto her back. Rosa lay down on the pew, knees bent in front of her, huge belly swollen to the point she couldn’t see her legs over it.
Rosa moaned as a sudden pang of pain came over her, belly still growing quickly into that of a full-term pregnant woman. She gasped and let out a deep breath through her mouth, rounded around an “ooohh…” of pain as pressure spread through her hips and lower back. With amazement she pieced together what was happening to her, and what was inside her. She was pregnant, and the baby was trying to come out.
It was all happening too fast, Rosa had no choice but to follow her instincts, barely getting the chance to reach down and pull her panties off, lifting one leg at a time and dropping them again, before feeling the baby inside her lurch forward, dropping down heavily against her cervix.
“Oh! Hoooo…” Rosa breathed as her body contracted around the baby inside her previously virginal womb, forcing the crown of its head against her aching cervix. She moaned in pain as the thin membrane was stretched too quickly, giving way to the baby’s big head, slipping through and entering into her tight canal.
“Oh God!!” Rosa cried, trying to keep her voice level in this holy place. The baby’s head sunk low into her virginal birth canal, which opened around the huge object that was suddenly thrust into it. She bit down on her lip as a contraction spread through her, pulling tight across her belly and thrusting the baby down further and further into her canal.
Suddenly she felt the need to push, and quickly got into position. She rose up so she was leaning on her elbows, tossing the long black locks that had come loose from their coif over her shoulder and out of the way of her face. She couldn’t see past her swollen stomach, but she could feel that the baby inside of her was pushing down hard. It wanted out now, whether she was ready or not. She waited for the next contraction to well up, and as it rose she pushed with all of her might. She held the push as long as she could, gritting her teeth tightly together as she pushed with all her strength.
When the contraction broke she relaxed the push, waiting for a sign of progress. The baby was still wedged tightly inside of her. Gingerly, she reached down to feel her sex, which was parting and bulging rhythmically with each contraction of her muscles. She was unwed and a virgin by choice, choosing instead to dedicate her life to her work, but she was not unfamiliar or uncomfortable with her own body, and knew intimately the shape of her own pussy by touch: it was stretching and contracting meekly, the tiny hole attempting to prepare to let through a far larger object than had ever entered it.
The contractions rapidly became far more intense, until Rosa was sweating and panting through each clenching of her muscles. She pushed hard, feeling the baby gradually moving forward with each effort, until suddenly it lurched forward to a crown.
“Oh…God…” was all Rosa could bring herself to utter, palming at her sex beneath her skirt. The baby had slid out to a modest crown, splitting her lips open an inch or so wide. Rosa’s legs were forced apart by the girth of the baby lodged in her pelvis, so wide it held her hips open. She leant back on her elbows, getting into position to push again, and awaited the next contraction.
The next contraction came in seconds and Rosa nearly screamed, tossing her head back as the intense pain rippled through her. She could barely gain enough cognizance to concentrate on pushing, tucking her chin to her chest and pushing with all her might. She chanted a mantra in her head of “push, now, come on, push,” to encourage herself as she worked, willing the baby through. The head slid down and parted her lips wide, and Rosa pushed as hard as she could until she could hold it no more and let go, crying out and dropping her head back between her shoulders.
The baby’s head slid back in, to Rosa’s relief, affording her a few moments to come to terms with what was happening. Just this morning she was an unwed woman with no plans for becoming a mother, and now she was in the middle of birthing a baby! She stroked her belly in amazement, only given a few seconds respite before another contraction came and thrust the crown of the baby’s head against her opening.
Rosa bore down and pushed, gritting her teeth and straining through the entire contraction, feeling the baby’s head trapped just behind her tightly-stretched folds. It remained that way for a long few moments, her lips resisting the head’s exit until suddenly it burst free, sliding out to a full crown.
Rosa couldn’t stop. She pushed hard to get the baby out, whining “Oooh Ggooooddd…” as the head slid out of her, taking a deep short to regain her strength before resuming pushing. She held it until the head was nearly out, the largest part nearly passed when she could hold it no longer and collapsed back, groaning in agony as the head slid all the way back in to the “just crowning” stage.
“Mmgh…no…oh…” Rosa moaned with frustration, before setting herself up on her elbows again and preparing to push. She panted until the next contraction came and bore down immediately, feeling the head slide out as far as it had before, and she sighed internally with triumph. But the trial was still not over, as the widest part of the head came, stretching Rosa to her limits. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed, reaching down with both hands to attempt to pull herself open, tugging at her lips with slender fingers and willing the head loose. After a solid minute of pushing nonstop it came free, popping out with a splurt of fluid.
Stars burst behind her eyes and Rosa’s head collapsed back between her shoulders. She reached down and gingerly felt down for the baby’s head, cradling the huge skull in her fingers. She couldn’t believe it came out of her. A baby. A real, live baby.
“Ah…haah…almost there,” Rosa thought, panting. She braced her hands on the pew again and got ready to deliver the shoulders. Unexpected as this pregnancy was, she was able to follow her body’s impulses and she knew when to push and when to wait. The time to “push” was constant at this point, however, and with a panting breath in Rosa held down and pushed with all of her might against the shoulders bulging at her opening. The shoulders twisted against her stretched lips, the baby seemingly taking its time deciding when to come out. For a horrifying moment, Rosa thought she might need some help, but the church was empty this time of day. Her voice was too strained by pushing to cry out for help, anyway.
“Hmnnnngh!” She held the push for as long as she could until finally something broke free within her, and the baby started to slide out. It slid out only an inch or so, however, stopping again with the shoulders tight inside her lips, stretched to their max. Rosa groaned, hands trembling as she reached down over her still partly-swollen stomach and grabbed the baby under its arms to help ease it out. Face flushed beet-red as she pushed, groaning low in her throat, Rosa pulled and eventually got the baby free. She collapsed back with a sigh of relief just as she pulled the baby onto her chest, lying panting across the hardwood pew.
Rosa lay back, exhausted but invigorated. She’d just done what no woman in this village had managed in years. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to God, for blessing her with this miracle. She lifted her head a little to look at the baby. Its eyes were tightly shut and it was mewling softly for a drink. Rosa reached down, pulling one breast, noting it was slightly bigger and more swollen than usual, out of her loosely-fitted sundress, and guided the baby to it, letting it rest across one bent arm.
Rosa let her eyes shut for a moment as her breathing leveled out. She felt the baby suckling insistently at her nipple and realized somewhere in the back of her mind that she’d never checked for an umbilical cord. The afterbirth should be coming along soon, Rosa thought, as she slowly lifted her head to look down her belly.
To her shock, her belly was swollen to that of a full-term pregnancy again.
Rosa scrambled a hand across her belly, moving to sit up on her elbows again, letting her newborn slide down to rest against her flank as it fed. She must’ve not noticed before that she was still pregnant, and having twins. That was the only explanation. This whole situation was unbelievable to begin with, but she was nearly certain that when she’d last looked, her belly was flat as she laid her newborn babe on it.
She had no time to consider it, however, as she felt a pang of labour pain echo through her lower belly. The twin was dropping down quickly; Rosa watched as her belly convulsed and rippled as the baby moved violently inside her, kicking out.
“Hee, hooo…” Rosa breathed as the baby made its way down. In her just-stretched canal the baby should’ve been able to move down easily, but it felt as though she was a virgin all over again, tight pussy holding firm against the huge ball that was trying to force its way out of it.
Rosa had no time to rest as the baby wanted out now. It pushed insistently against her sex, bulging her nethers out to a stiff dome as it tried to crown, the contractions of her body pushing it out between her spread knees. Minding the baby already on her breast Rosa curled over and pushed, hard, desperate to get the baby out. She pushed, whining with the strain, throwing her entire strength into getting the second baby out, but it remained stuck tight just behind her pussy lips.
Rosa moaned as she dropped the push, throwing her head back with a cry. The head slipped back in, her muscles clenching rhythmically around it, as it stayed stuck inside her. She groaned as she felt another contraction welling up, giving her the urge to push, and she bore down with all her might. The head shivered in her opening for a few moments before lurching forward barely a millimeter, spreading her lips wide around the crowned head.
“Oh God, God please…” Rosa groaned, eyes squeezed shut with the strain as the baby remained locked within her. She cried out with the push and the baby rocked forward, the top of its head delivered. Rosa didn’t stop. She pushed until the head came out nearly halfway, sliding out to the brow, until it was nearing its widest point, when suddenly she had to stop. Shuddering, she panted through the end of the contraction. The widest part of the head was stretching her beyond belief. It was huge. Her legs were planted as wide apart as they could fit on the pew because she simply couldn’t close them with the baby lodged between them.
Gathering all of her strength, Rosa leaned forward and pushed, grunting with effort as she fought against the widest part of the head. She groaned and grunted until finally it slipped loose and the baby’s head popped free. Desperate to get the baby out she kept pushing, stopping only a split-second to breathe before continuing on the shoulders, muscles forcing down hard on the baby’s big body. The baby turned and slid out, Rosa continuing to push all the way through the shoulders, belly, and hips until it slid out wetly onto the pew between her thighs.
Exhausted, Rosa still had enough energy to reach down and take the twin into her arms and bring it to her other breast. The first babe was still feeding eagerly throughout her labour, and its twin joined quickly, zealously suckling at Rosa’s tan nipple.
Rosa lay back, in shock. She was nursing two babies she’d never expected to have, in the musty interior of the old church. With amazement she reached down and felt over the baby’s soft heads, noting the one on her left breast, the second one, was certainly bigger than the first. Softly, she reached down to feel over her stomach, finding, to her horror, that it was swollen again.
“No. No!” Rosa shot up, staring down in horror at her stomach. This time she could watch the process as her belly swelled again, starting from a small lump and growing, growing, growing into that of a full-term woman, rounding out, naked, golden skin swelling until her stomach rose over her in a large, round dome.
“This can’t be happening…Oh God…mmmgh…” Rosa moaned again, her body giving her no time to rest as the third baby started to come.
There was a shuffling in the church and the flinging open of a creaky door, and next Rosa found herself surrounded by the old priest and two young pages in their twenties, looking down at her in shock. One of the pages instantly knelt between her legs at the end of the pew, pulling her thighs apart to get a better look, a look of shocked amazement filling up his face as he saw Rosa’s sex bulge out with the shape of the baby’s head behind it. The other page scooped up her babies one by one and handed them to the old priest, who rushed to gather altar cloths to wrap them in.
“What happened, child?!” the priest asked as he leaned over Rosa, rubbing a hand over her rounded belly with amazement.
“I…don’t know…! I just…oh, it’s happening so fast…!” Rosa gasped out, pushing down on the baby inside her, desperate to deliver her third child in as many hours. “Oh…God…help me!”
“It’s a miracle!” one of the pages cried, raising his joined hands to the sky in gratitude. Rosa felt less inclined to thank God, however, for the pain and struggle she was currently going through to get her third big baby out of her tight body.
Rosa grunted and groaned through the next few contractions, making no progress. The broad-shouldered page crouched between her knees put his hands to the inside of her thighs, parting them wider, hoping to aid the baby’s passage. He saw the top of the baby’s head an inch or two inside her and his face filled with excitement.
“Push, Rosa, push!” the page said frantically. He lay his hands over Rosa’s parted nether lips and pulled them wider apart as Rosa groaned and pushed. The baby’s huge head crept towards her opening, spreading her open further as it went, until it was resting just behind her lips.
“I…I can’t…I can’t do it…” Rosa bemoaned as she panted, falling back on her elbows against the pew. She couldn’t do this a third time. It was too exhausting, the babies were too big, strained her body too much. The only miracle to befall her was that she hadn’t utterly fainted yet.
“Yes, you can, my child,” the priest encouraged, and gestured for the second page to climb onto the pew and support Rosa’s shoulders from behind. He pushed her back up so she was folded nearly in half, curled around her big belly. She dug her fingers into the robes gathered around the page’s knees as she pushed again, struggling to get the baby out.
“That’s it!” the page between her knees cried excitedly. Rosa couldn’t help but notice that attention was nearly entirely on her body, rather than her. The three of them hadn’t so much as looked her in the eyes since they found her.
The baby surged forward, spreading her pussy lips wide once again, and Rosa yelled out loud as the huge skull spread her lips. The man behind her pushed her forward, compelling her to push, as the man in front forced her thighs up and wider apart, allowing the baby better passage. With a cry, Rosa delivered the baby’s head, stopping to pant as the page rolled up his sleeves and gathered the head into his hands.
“It truly is a miracle…a gift from God!” the priest wailed excitedly, as Rosa moaned and struggled to get the body out. The baby remained stuck in her at the shoulders, as before, until slowly, slowly inching forward, past the massive belly and wide hips, until it was out.
Rosa slumped backwards into the page’s arms. The priest held the baby, staring down in amazement at its face as it cooed softly for food. Attention went quickly back to Rosa, however, all three sets of eyes snapping to her as she let out a soft moan as her belly filled yet again.
“Not…not…again…” Rosa panted, face twisting in pain as another contraction rocked through her body.
“Call the doctor!” the priest called, and the page between Rosa’s thighs quickly jumped to his feet and rushed out the doors of the small church and into the cobblestone road beyond.
–
By the time the doctor arrived, Rosa had delivered two more babies, and was lying panting as her body slowly made room for another. The doctor rushed to examine her, running his hands across her stomach, sticking fingers into her battered pussy. Rosa lay limp and allowed the doctor to position her legs this way and that, trying to get a better look at her.
“She seems in good health,” the doctor announced, gently feeling Rosa’s pulse, holding her limp forearm in one large hand, “it’s a wonder she hasn’t fainted of exhaustion or dehydration, yet.”
Seeing the surprised and doubtful looks of the clergymen the doctor spluttered out a clarification, “a wonder, but very fortunate, of course! She doesn’t show any signs of ill health. I dare say she seems healthier than average.”
For Rosa, the words blurred into a kind of verbal soup, with only a few standing out. She heard vaguely that the babies had no umbilical cords, as though they were never really attached to her at all, she simply bore them. The doctor also noted how different they all looked from Rosa and from each other – different skin tones, sizes, facial features – it was as though they were each born of entirely different parents. The babies were gathered at the front of the church, wrapped in various cloths – robes, coats, blankets that could be scavenged around the church – and tended by volunteers who watched dutifully as they slept. They were beginning to run out of space to house them all, but that was the least of Rosa’s concern. Her mind and body were occupied only with being pregnant and having babies, the whole process filling up her entire consciousness and senses. There was simply no other way to be.
Rosa suddenly curled over in pain, groaning as the sixth baby started to descend in her birth canal. She grit her teeth as she bore the pain of her contractions, the lips of her pussy pulsing apart and together with the convulsing of her inner muscles.
The doctor and pages moved her, one holding her body and another her legs, to the only available flat, raised surface in the church: the altar. The marble table was just wide enough to fit her body upon it, and strong and heavy enough to support the weight of her and her pregnant stomach. Her fingers clenched at the lacy fabric of the altar cloths, groaning with the strain of yet another delivery. Liquid dribbled out of her open pussy, soaking the cloths beneath her.
The doctor stayed all evening with Rosa, helping her deliver five more babies before he pulled away from her, exhausted. The pages remained, and a few citizens who helped tend the church in the evenings on a volunteer basis came in the church, noticing Rosa’s predicament and instantly falling to tears with awe. One elderly woman sunk to her knees in prayer, hands clasped together as she thanked the heavens for this miracle. Others took to the pews to give their thanks. Others simply stood and watched Rosa in astonishment, watching the way her pussy spread wide and opened around the baby’s head, amazed with how it came nearly all the way out, only to go back in again, over and over as Rosa pushed.
Midnight fell and the doctor returned to his clinic, promising to return in the morning to check on Rosa’s condition. At this point, it seemed that it wouldn’t be changing anytime soon, and Rosa would keep delivering long into the day.
Rosa was half-way through delivering her twelfth baby. The top of its head peeked out between her rippling folds, edging just on the side of a crown. She groaned and threw back her head, falling lax against the altar table.
“Push, Rosa, push!” the page encouraged while he held Rosa’s thighs up and apart, intently watching her convulsing opening. Another contraction sent her into a long, hard push, making so little progress it was though her colossal effort meant nothing at all. There would be no relief for Rosa, each delivery long and hard, each baby huge. She hadn’t closed her legs once since early in the afternoon.
“I can’t…do it…it’s too…too much…too…” Rosa protested, tossing her head back and forth as the people around her shouted back encouragements. Their words blurred together into a fuzzy throbbing of white noise until finally, Rosa passed out.
Rosa awoke to the doctor pulling yet another baby out of her. Both pages were leaning over her and pressing down on her belly, their hands just at the top of her abdomen pushing down, a man and woman from town held her legs as wide apart as they would go. “Harder, harder!” the doctor yelled, and the two men shoved down on her stomach with all of their might, forcing the baby out of her overworked pussy.
“1, 2, 3, push!” Rosa winced, eyes squeezed shut as the baby was wrenched out of her body, muscles clenching down around nothing. As she slowly regained consciousness she saw the unmistakable outline of her own belly, growing pregnant again before her very eyes.
–
On a sunny Sunday morning, a young man and woman walk into the church, glowing with cautious optimism. Their hands entwined, they walk up the centre aisle to the altar, and the naked woman seated there before it.
She is sitting half-reclined, bottom resting on a thin mat, back against the altar. Her legs are held up by leather stirrups, as she has grown tired of trying to hold them up with her own strength. Food and water sit within the woman’s reach, so that she can drink or eat whenever she needs. Around her, a shrine of sorts has transformed the church, the first rows of pews pushed back into a half-loop surrounding the altar, candles arranged in a large arc circling the woman. Handwritten notes of prayer, flowers, and offerings of food litter the floor and stairs leading up to the altar.
The woman lies limp in the stirrups, bare breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her golden skin is shiny with sweat; her hair, soaked and curly with moisture, tumbles down across her shoulders and breasts. She lets out a quiet groan as the young couple approaches, anticipation hastening their steps until they stand right before her open legs.
The couple watches in amazement as Rosa’s belly swells and grows before their very eyes. It pushes forward, rising up above her reclining body until it’s stretched taut, beads of sweat rolling from the tip of her bellybutton down her belly to the crease of her wide-open thighs. She starts to pant, breathing becoming more and more desperate as she groans, fingers clenching in the thin cloth beneath her bottom. She groans and her muscles clench, belly growing stiff as she suffers a violent contraction.
Panting, Rosa shifts position slightly so that she is curled around her belly, and bears down, putting all of her strength into a long, hard push. She releases, leaning back for a moment of rest before lurching forward again and leaning into another effort.
The couple squat down, a few feet from Rosa’s straining form. They watch intently as her opening parts and a baby’s head starts to come through, appearing and disappearing again with each push and release. Rosa lets out a loud cry and the head pops out with a gush of fluid, and couple let out gasps of surprise. The young woman puts a hand over her mouth to conceal a giddy grin like a child offered a present, turning to her lover to see his expression mirrors her own.
The woman reclined before the altar works hard, pushing and resting in between, grunting and groaning to deliver the baby half outside of her. Finally, with a monumental cry of effort, the baby slides free, slipping gently down onto the mat as Rosa rocks her hips down to soften its descent, in a movement that shows much practice.
The young woman gets to her feet before Rosa, pulling a soft, cotton cloth from the bag at her hip and reaching down to lift the baby from between Rosa’s legs. She wraps the baby in the cloth, gently cleaning its eyes and mouth as she raises it into her arms, gasping with awe. Her lover leans over her shoulder, watching the baby wriggle and coo softly, held between its new parents.
The young man turns to Rosa, offering his thanks and prayers to God, holding his crucifix to his lips and kissing beatifically. The young woman offers her praise as well before turning to leave, her new baby in tow, held gently against her breast.
Rosa lies panting, exhausted, by the endless cycle of pregnancy, labour and birth. There will be no rest for her. There are still hundreds of couples left in the small town who have yet to conceive, so she still has plenty of work ahead of her.

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Rosa’s Miracle

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The small town of Alto Pria was a very traditional mountain village, where everyone conformed to the old ways of living, much as they had for hundreds of years. The town was also very devout, every man, woman and child attending church twice a week – Thursdays for worship and Sundays for sermon – every week, without fail. The population of church-goers was waning of late, however, as the town was facing one of the worst bouts of infertility seen since the Dark Ages.

No child had been born in the town in five years. At first, the women had blamed the men and the men had blamed the women, but eventually all fell into a sort of quiet despair as they continued to see no pregnancies and no children born in the small town. Some marriages and couplings were dissolved, while still many others continued to try desperately to conceive, with no success.

Some thought it a curse, others a disease. Some foresaw their small town falling into ruin, empty, devoid of life. Others continued on with their lives, miserable for the lack of small voices echoing about the cobblestone streets. Whatever the cause of this problem, the fact was the town was now home to over 500 young couples unable to conceive.

For none was the plague on their city more evident than Rosa. She was an unwed schoolteacher, and she had witnessed no new children entering her school in the past seven years. It was a frightful omen, and she often thought about how she would do anything to reverse it.

When Rosa went to church that Tuesday afternoon it was empty, most of the townsfolk still at work, so she found herself alone as she slotted herself into a pew near the back of the aisle. She sat upon the hard mahogany panel, bending forward to kneel upon the cushion behind the seat before her. She clasped her hands together and leaned towards them, her mouth a drawn, firm line and eyes gently shut.

“Dear Lord,” she began, voice hushed into the clasp of her hands, “will you not, in your infinite power and wisdom, end this hideous plague you have put upon us? Will you not save us from this wretched infertility, and let us have children again?”

She sighed into her hands, voice shaky with desperation. She continued to pray with more firm resolve than anyone in the village had in these last empty years.

“Please, O Lord, save us, your humble servants, from this accursed plague. Though I am but a mere mortal woman, I would give anything to see our town filled with young ones. Please, Lord, see it in your infinite wisdom to bless us with children once again.”

Rosa drew up the last of her resolve and finished the prayer. “I remain, as always, your faithful child. Amen.” Then, overtaken by beatitude and peace with God, she fell heavily back into the pew.

For a moment, Rosa was just silent, eyes closed, drawing her long coat around her body, sitting back in the pew, the wood hard against her back. She listened for a moment for an answer, a sign, something, but hearing only the bishop and his pages bustling about in the back room behind the altar, she gave in with a sigh and slouched against the pew.

Rosa opened her eyes, sweeping back a long black lock of hair which had fallen out of her tight bun, and looked down at her empty hands. It was then she noticed a small bump growing behind her thin trench coat, just below her navel, swelling quickly. She frowned at the lump, pulling her coat open to reveal the modest sundress beneath, watching the bump grow faster and faster beneath the flower-print fabric.

“It can’t be,” she breathed in amazement, hands trembling over her rapidly-swelling stomach. She stroked her belly carefully, feeling it grow hard and full beneath her palms, until it was swollen nearly to the size of a woman pregnant at six months. She started to try and stand, but felt a firm thump somewhere in the vicinity of her lower abdomen, and collapsed back onto the pew.

“Oh, God, it’s—” Rosa gasped out, as her still-growing belly filled the space between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. Everything was happening so fast, Rosa had no choice but to follow her body’s instincts; her belly as if with a life of its own, pushed her down onto her back. Rosa lay down on the pew, knees bent in front of her, huge belly swollen to the point she couldn’t see her legs over it.

Rosa moaned as a sudden pang of pain came over her, belly still growing quickly into that of a full-term pregnant woman. She gasped and let out a deep breath through her mouth, rounded around an “ooohh…” of pain as pressure spread through her hips and lower back. With amazement she pieced together what was happening to her, and what was inside her. She was pregnant, and the baby was trying to come out.

It was all happening too fast, Rosa had no choice but to follow her instincts, barely getting the chance to reach down and pull her panties off, lifting one leg at a time and dropping them again, before feeling the baby inside her lurch forward, dropping down heavily against her cervix.

“Oh! Hoooo…” Rosa breathed as her body contracted around the baby inside her previously virginal womb, forcing the crown of its head against her aching cervix. She moaned in pain as the thin membrane was stretched too quickly, giving way to the baby’s big head, slipping through and entering into her tight canal.

“Oh God!!” Rosa cried, trying to keep her voice level in this holy place. The baby’s head sunk low into her virginal birth canal, which opened around the huge object that was suddenly thrust into it. She bit down on her lip as a contraction spread through her, pulling tight across her belly and thrusting the baby down further and further into her canal.

Suddenly she felt the need to push, and quickly got into position. She rose up so she was leaning on her elbows, tossing the long black locks that had come loose from their coif over her shoulder and out of the way of her face. She couldn’t see past her swollen stomach, but she could feel that the baby inside of her was pushing down hard. It wanted out now, whether she was ready or not. She waited for the next contraction to well up, and as it rose she pushed with all of her might. She held the push as long as she could, gritting her teeth tightly together as she pushed with all her strength.

When the contraction broke she relaxed the push, waiting for a sign of progress. The baby was still wedged tightly inside of her. Gingerly, she reached down to feel her sex, which was parting and bulging rhythmically with each contraction of her muscles. She was unwed and a virgin by choice, choosing instead to dedicate her life to her work, but she was not unfamiliar or uncomfortable with her own body, and knew intimately the shape of her own pussy by touch: it was stretching and contracting meekly, the tiny hole attempting to prepare to let through a far larger object than had ever entered it.

The contractions rapidly became far more intense, until Rosa was sweating and panting through each clenching of her muscles. She pushed hard, feeling the baby gradually moving forward with each effort, until suddenly it lurched forward to a crown.

“Oh…God…” was all Rosa could bring herself to utter, palming at her sex beneath her skirt. The baby had slid out to a modest crown, splitting her lips open an inch or so wide. Rosa’s legs were forced apart by the girth of the baby lodged in her pelvis, so wide it held her hips open. She leant back on her elbows, getting into position to push again, and awaited the next contraction.

The next contraction came in seconds and Rosa nearly screamed, tossing her head back as the intense pain rippled through her. She could barely gain enough cognizance to concentrate on pushing, tucking her chin to her chest and pushing with all her might. She chanted a mantra in her head of “push, now, come on, push,” to encourage herself as she worked, willing the baby through. The head slid down and parted her lips wide, and Rosa pushed as hard as she could until she could hold it no more and let go, crying out and dropping her head back between her shoulders.

The baby’s head slid back in, to Rosa’s relief, affording her a few moments to come to terms with what was happening. Just this morning she was an unwed woman with no plans for becoming a mother, and now she was in the middle of birthing a baby! She stroked her belly in amazement, only given a few seconds respite before another contraction came and thrust the crown of the baby’s head against her opening.

Rosa bore down and pushed, gritting her teeth and straining through the entire contraction, feeling the baby’s head trapped just behind her tightly-stretched folds. It remained that way for a long few moments, her lips resisting the head’s exit until suddenly it burst free, sliding out to a full crown.

Rosa couldn’t stop. She pushed hard to get the baby out, whining “Oooh Ggooooddd…” as the head slid out of her, taking a deep short to regain her strength before resuming pushing. She held it until the head was nearly out, the largest part nearly passed when she could hold it no longer and collapsed back, groaning in agony as the head slid all the way back in to the “just crowning” stage.

“Mmgh…no…oh…” Rosa moaned with frustration, before setting herself up on her elbows again and preparing to push. She panted until the next contraction came and bore down immediately, feeling the head slide out as far as it had before, and she sighed internally with triumph. But the trial was still not over, as the widest part of the head came, stretching Rosa to her limits. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed, reaching down with both hands to attempt to pull herself open, tugging at her lips with slender fingers and willing the head loose. After a solid minute of pushing nonstop it came free, popping out with a splurt of fluid.

Stars burst behind her eyes and Rosa’s head collapsed back between her shoulders. She reached down and gingerly felt down for the baby’s head, cradling the huge skull in her fingers. She couldn’t believe it came out of her. A baby. A real, live baby.

“Ah…haah…almost there,” Rosa thought, panting. She braced her hands on the pew again and got ready to deliver the shoulders. Unexpected as this pregnancy was, she was able to follow her body’s impulses and she knew when to push and when to wait. The time to “push” was constant at this point, however, and with a panting breath in Rosa held down and pushed with all of her might against the shoulders bulging at her opening. The shoulders twisted against her stretched lips, the baby seemingly taking its time deciding when to come out. For a horrifying moment, Rosa thought she might need some help, but the church was empty this time of day. Her voice was too strained by pushing to cry out for help, anyway.

“Hmnnnngh!” She held the push for as long as she could until finally something broke free within her, and the baby started to slide out. It slid out only an inch or so, however, stopping again with the shoulders tight inside her lips, stretched to their max. Rosa groaned, hands trembling as she reached down over her still partly-swollen stomach and grabbed the baby under its arms to help ease it out. Face flushed beet-red as she pushed, groaning low in her throat, Rosa pulled and eventually got the baby free. She collapsed back with a sigh of relief just as she pulled the baby onto her chest, lying panting across the hardwood pew.

Rosa lay back, exhausted but invigorated. She’d just done what no woman in this village had managed in years. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to God, for blessing her with this miracle. She lifted her head a little to look at the baby. Its eyes were tightly shut and it was mewling softly for a drink. Rosa reached down, pulling one breast, noting it was slightly bigger and more swollen than usual, out of her loosely-fitted sundress, and guided the baby to it, letting it rest across one bent arm.

Rosa let her eyes shut for a moment as her breathing leveled out. She felt the baby suckling insistently at her nipple and realized somewhere in the back of her mind that she’d never checked for an umbilical cord. The afterbirth should be coming along soon, Rosa thought, as she slowly lifted her head to look down her belly.

To her shock, her belly was swollen to that of a full-term pregnancy again.

Rosa scrambled a hand across her belly, moving to sit up on her elbows again, letting her newborn slide down to rest against her flank as it fed. She must’ve not noticed before that she was still pregnant, and having twins. That was the only explanation. This whole situation was unbelievable to begin with, but she was nearly certain that when she’d last looked, her belly was flat as she laid her newborn babe on it.

She had no time to consider it, however, as she felt a pang of labour pain echo through her lower belly. The twin was dropping down quickly; Rosa watched as her belly convulsed and rippled as the baby moved violently inside her, kicking out.

“Hee, hooo…” Rosa breathed as the baby made its way down. In her just-stretched canal the baby should’ve been able to move down easily, but it felt as though she was a virgin all over again, tight pussy holding firm against the huge ball that was trying to force its way out of it.

Rosa had no time to rest as the baby wanted out now. It pushed insistently against her sex, bulging her nethers out to a stiff dome as it tried to crown, the contractions of her body pushing it out between her spread knees. Minding the baby already on her breast Rosa curled over and pushed, hard, desperate to get the baby out. She pushed, whining with the strain, throwing her entire strength into getting the second baby out, but it remained stuck tight just behind her pussy lips.

Rosa moaned as she dropped the push, throwing her head back with a cry. The head slipped back in, her muscles clenching rhythmically around it, as it stayed stuck inside her. She groaned as she felt another contraction welling up, giving her the urge to push, and she bore down with all her might. The head shivered in her opening for a few moments before lurching forward barely a millimeter, spreading her lips wide around the crowned head.

“Oh God, God please…” Rosa groaned, eyes squeezed shut with the strain as the baby remained locked within her. She cried out with the push and the baby rocked forward, the top of its head delivered. Rosa didn’t stop. She pushed until the head came out nearly halfway, sliding out to the brow, until it was nearing its widest point, when suddenly she had to stop. Shuddering, she panted through the end of the contraction. The widest part of the head was stretching her beyond belief. It was huge. Her legs were planted as wide apart as they could fit on the pew because she simply couldn’t close them with the baby lodged between them.

Gathering all of her strength, Rosa leaned forward and pushed, grunting with effort as she fought against the widest part of the head. She groaned and grunted until finally it slipped loose and the baby’s head popped free. Desperate to get the baby out she kept pushing, stopping only a split-second to breathe before continuing on the shoulders, muscles forcing down hard on the baby’s big body. The baby turned and slid out, Rosa continuing to push all the way through the shoulders, belly, and hips until it slid out wetly onto the pew between her thighs.

Exhausted, Rosa still had enough energy to reach down and take the twin into her arms and bring it to her other breast. The first babe was still feeding eagerly throughout her labour, and its twin joined quickly, zealously suckling at Rosa’s tan nipple.

Rosa lay back, in shock. She was nursing two babies she’d never expected to have, in the musty interior of the old church. With amazement she reached down and felt over the baby’s soft heads, noting the one on her left breast, the second one, was certainly bigger than the first. Softly, she reached down to feel over her stomach, finding, to her horror, that it was swollen again.

“No. No!” Rosa shot up, staring down in horror at her stomach. This time she could watch the process as her belly swelled again, starting from a small lump and growing, growing, growing into that of a full-term woman, rounding out, naked, golden skin swelling until her stomach rose over her in a large, round dome.

“This can’t be happening…Oh God…mmmgh…” Rosa moaned again, her body giving her no time to rest as the third baby started to come.

There was a shuffling in the church and the flinging open of a creaky door, and next Rosa found herself surrounded by the old priest and two young pages in their twenties, looking down at her in shock. One of the pages instantly knelt between her legs at the end of the pew, pulling her thighs apart to get a better look, a look of shocked amazement filling up his face as he saw Rosa’s sex bulge out with the shape of the baby’s head behind it. The other page scooped up her babies one by one and handed them to the old priest, who rushed to gather altar cloths to wrap them in.

“What happened, child?!” the priest asked as he leaned over Rosa, rubbing a hand over her rounded belly with amazement.

“I…don’t know…! I just…oh, it’s happening so fast…!” Rosa gasped out, pushing down on the baby inside her, desperate to deliver her third child in as many hours. “Oh…God…help me!”

“It’s a miracle!” one of the pages cried, raising his joined hands to the sky in gratitude. Rosa felt less inclined to thank God, however, for the pain and struggle she was currently going through to get her third big baby out of her tight body.

Rosa grunted and groaned through the next few contractions, making no progress. The broad-shouldered page crouched between her knees put his hands to the inside of her thighs, parting them wider, hoping to aid the baby’s passage. He saw the top of the baby’s head an inch or two inside her and his face filled with excitement.

“Push, Rosa, push!” the page said frantically. He lay his hands over Rosa’s parted nether lips and pulled them wider apart as Rosa groaned and pushed. The baby’s huge head crept towards her opening, spreading her open further as it went, until it was resting just behind her lips.

“I…I can’t…I can’t do it…” Rosa bemoaned as she panted, falling back on her elbows against the pew. She couldn’t do this a third time. It was too exhausting, the babies were too big, strained her body too much. The only miracle to befall her was that she hadn’t utterly fainted yet.

“Yes, you can, my child,” the priest encouraged, and gestured for the second page to climb onto the pew and support Rosa’s shoulders from behind. He pushed her back up so she was folded nearly in half, curled around her big belly. She dug her fingers into the robes gathered around the page’s knees as she pushed again, struggling to get the baby out.

“That’s it!” the page between her knees cried excitedly. Rosa couldn’t help but notice that attention was nearly entirely on her body, rather than her. The three of them hadn’t so much as looked her in the eyes since they found her.

The baby surged forward, spreading her pussy lips wide once again, and Rosa yelled out loud as the huge skull spread her lips. The man behind her pushed her forward, compelling her to push, as the man in front forced her thighs up and wider apart, allowing the baby better passage. With a cry, Rosa delivered the baby’s head, stopping to pant as the page rolled up his sleeves and gathered the head into his hands.

“It truly is a miracle…a gift from God!” the priest wailed excitedly, as Rosa moaned and struggled to get the body out. The baby remained stuck in her at the shoulders, as before, until slowly, slowly inching forward, past the massive belly and wide hips, until it was out.

Rosa slumped backwards into the page’s arms. The priest held the baby, staring down in amazement at its face as it cooed softly for food. Attention went quickly back to Rosa, however, all three sets of eyes snapping to her as she let out a soft moan as her belly filled yet again.

“Not…not…again…” Rosa panted, face twisting in pain as another contraction rocked through her body.

“Call the doctor!” the priest called, and the page between Rosa’s thighs quickly jumped to his feet and rushed out the doors of the small church and into the cobblestone road beyond.

–

By the time the doctor arrived, Rosa had delivered two more babies, and was lying panting as her body slowly made room for another. The doctor rushed to examine her, running his hands across her stomach, sticking fingers into her battered pussy. Rosa lay limp and allowed the doctor to position her legs this way and that, trying to get a better look at her.

“She seems in good health,” the doctor announced, gently feeling Rosa’s pulse, holding her limp forearm in one large hand, “it’s a wonder she hasn’t fainted of exhaustion or dehydration, yet.”

Seeing the surprised and doubtful looks of the clergymen the doctor spluttered out a clarification, “a wonder, but very fortunate, of course! She doesn’t show any signs of ill health. I dare say she seems healthier than average.”

For Rosa, the words blurred into a kind of verbal soup, with only a few standing out. She heard vaguely that the babies had no umbilical cords, as though they were never really attached to her at all, she simply bore them. The doctor also noted how different they all looked from Rosa and from each other – different skin tones, sizes, facial features – it was as though they were each born of entirely different parents. The babies were gathered at the front of the church, wrapped in various cloths – robes, coats, blankets that could be scavenged around the church – and tended by volunteers who watched dutifully as they slept. They were beginning to run out of space to house them all, but that was the least of Rosa’s concern. Her mind and body were occupied only with being pregnant and having babies, the whole process filling up her entire consciousness and senses. There was simply no other way to be.

Rosa suddenly curled over in pain, groaning as the sixth baby started to descend in her birth canal. She grit her teeth as she bore the pain of her contractions, the lips of her pussy pulsing apart and together with the convulsing of her inner muscles.

The doctor and pages moved her, one holding her body and another her legs, to the only available flat, raised surface in the church: the altar. The marble table was just wide enough to fit her body upon it, and strong and heavy enough to support the weight of her and her pregnant stomach. Her fingers clenched at the lacy fabric of the altar cloths, groaning with the strain of yet another delivery. Liquid dribbled out of her open pussy, soaking the cloths beneath her.

The doctor stayed all evening with Rosa, helping her deliver five more babies before he pulled away from her, exhausted. The pages remained, and a few citizens who helped tend the church in the evenings on a volunteer basis came in the church, noticing Rosa’s predicament and instantly falling to tears with awe. One elderly woman sunk to her knees in prayer, hands clasped together as she thanked the heavens for this miracle. Others took to the pews to give their thanks. Others simply stood and watched Rosa in astonishment, watching the way her pussy spread wide and opened around the baby’s head, amazed with how it came nearly all the way out, only to go back in again, over and over as Rosa pushed.

Midnight fell and the doctor returned to his clinic, promising to return in the morning to check on Rosa’s condition. At this point, it seemed that it wouldn’t be changing anytime soon, and Rosa would keep delivering long into the day.

Rosa was half-way through delivering her twelfth baby. The top of its head peeked out between her rippling folds, edging just on the side of a crown. She groaned and threw back her head, falling lax against the altar table.

“Push, Rosa, push!” the page encouraged while he held Rosa’s thighs up and apart, intently watching her convulsing opening. Another contraction sent her into a long, hard push, making so little progress it was though her colossal effort meant nothing at all. There would be no relief for Rosa, each delivery long and hard, each baby huge. She hadn’t closed her legs once since early in the afternoon.

“I can’t…do it…it’s too…too much…too…” Rosa protested, tossing her head back and forth as the people around her shouted back encouragements. Their words blurred together into a fuzzy throbbing of white noise until finally, Rosa passed out.

Rosa awoke to the doctor pulling yet another baby out of her. Both pages were leaning over her and pressing down on her belly, their hands just at the top of her abdomen pushing down, a man and woman from town held her legs as wide apart as they would go. “Harder, harder!” the doctor yelled, and the two men shoved down on her stomach with all of their might, forcing the baby out of her overworked pussy.

“1, 2, 3, push!” Rosa winced, eyes squeezed shut as the baby was wrenched out of her body, muscles clenching down around nothing. As she slowly regained consciousness she saw the unmistakable outline of her own belly, growing pregnant again before her very eyes.

–

On a sunny Sunday morning, a young man and woman walk into the church, glowing with cautious optimism. Their hands entwined, they walk up the centre aisle to the altar, and the naked woman seated there before it.

She is sitting half-reclined, bottom resting on a thin mat, back against the altar. Her legs are held up by leather stirrups, as she has grown tired of trying to hold them up with her own strength. Food and water sit within the woman’s reach, so that she can drink or eat whenever she needs. Around her, a shrine of sorts has transformed the church, the first rows of pews pushed back into a half-loop surrounding the altar, candles arranged in a large arc circling the woman. Handwritten notes of prayer, flowers, and offerings of food litter the floor and stairs leading up to the altar.

The woman lies limp in the stirrups, bare breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her golden skin is shiny with sweat; her hair, soaked and curly with moisture, tumbles down across her shoulders and breasts. She lets out a quiet groan as the young couple approaches, anticipation hastening their steps until they stand right before her open legs.

The couple watches in amazement as Rosa’s belly swells and grows before their very eyes. It pushes forward, rising up above her reclining body until it’s stretched taut, beads of sweat rolling from the tip of her bellybutton down her belly to the crease of her wide-open thighs. She starts to pant, breathing becoming more and more desperate as she groans, fingers clenching in the thin cloth beneath her bottom. She groans and her muscles clench, belly growing stiff as she suffers a violent contraction.

Panting, Rosa shifts position slightly so that she is curled around her belly, and bears down, putting all of her strength into a long, hard push. She releases, leaning back for a moment of rest before lurching forward again and leaning into another effort.

The couple squat down, a few feet from Rosa’s straining form. They watch intently as her opening parts and a baby’s head starts to come through, appearing and disappearing again with each push and release. Rosa lets out a loud cry and the head pops out with a gush of fluid, and couple let out gasps of surprise. The young woman puts a hand over her mouth to conceal a giddy grin like a child offered a present, turning to her lover to see his expression mirrors her own.

The woman reclined before the altar works hard, pushing and resting in between, grunting and groaning to deliver the baby half outside of her. Finally, with a monumental cry of effort, the baby slides free, slipping gently down onto the mat as Rosa rocks her hips down to soften its descent, in a movement that shows much practice.

The young woman gets to her feet before Rosa, pulling a soft, cotton cloth from the bag at her hip and reaching down to lift the baby from between Rosa’s legs. She wraps the baby in the cloth, gently cleaning its eyes and mouth as she raises it into her arms, gasping with awe. Her lover leans over her shoulder, watching the baby wriggle and coo softly, held between its new parents.

The young man turns to Rosa, offering his thanks and prayers to God, holding his crucifix to his lips and kissing beatifically. The young woman offers her praise as well before turning to leave, her new baby in tow, held gently against her breast.

Rosa lies panting, exhausted, by the endless cycle of pregnancy, labour and birth. There will be no rest for her. There are still hundreds of couples left in the small town who have yet to conceive, so she still has plenty of work ahead of her.