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They say if its too good to be true By fishy9890 on 29th August 2021 04:02:37 AM

My name is Emily. About a year ago, I accepted an offer to be a surrogate mother in trade for full college funding that would cover both my undergraduate as well as my post-graduate degree. At the time, the terms were very simple: $250,000 after delivery, plus free medical, room and board for the duration of the pregnancy. For that, I would surrender myself for the next nine months away from my friends and family. Were it in earlier times when the job market fared better I may not have applied to such an offer. But being eighteen with no marketable skills, I was left with either going to college or working ridiculously low wage jobs. I should have chosen the low–wage job. The deal was that I carry this child until its birth, and then I would be free to go. But ah, the things they don’t tell you. Important things like, “you’ll be carrying a child that science designed at the DNA level.” Regardless of whether or not it will never get cancer, nor suffer any hereditary illnesses, it might have been nice if they mentioned my pregnancy would go past the nine months a typical pregnancy might. Better yet, I would have appreciated being told that they will not induce labor. Why? I still don’t know the real reason. Their bullshit reason is that, “being the first engineered child, its period of gestation must not be forced.” I could understand why they wouldn’t force it before nine months easily enough, but I’ve been pregnant for eleven and a half months. It has been almost a full year since I was on that table being fertilized by their little experiment. Their medical team estimates my unborn to be about fourteen pounds in weight. They like to throw around technical terms that escape me for anything specific about my health, simply comforting me that ‘you’ll be fine.’ I’ll be fine when I’m not fucking here. For the last three weeks, my physical activities have been rather limited. My uterus extrudes in a perfect spherical shape. My once twenty-eight inch waist aches as it tries to hold my unborn, my belly itself is so large that if I try to stand straight up, I’ll lean and then fall. In physics, they taught you about center of mass. Normally, proper term wombs still keep the mother’s balance in check. This is how I know that this is not healthy. When I have to use something to lean on in order to walk, that’s a bad thing. “Fuck it, I’m done thinking about it. I’m going to take a bath.” Walking to the bathroom at almost twelve months of pregnancy is a fun thing to do. By fun I mean awful. With a kid’s head in the space inside of your hips, and its body in your belly, filled with water as its insulator, it feels sort of like a log, wrapped in a soft towel. M
I can still bend… sort of. If I lean forward I cannot continue to breath as I’ll press this kid’s body in to my chest. I can try to lean back, but the extent is limited by my uterus’ tension on my body. I walk to the bathtub using a walker to support myself. Now, baths used to be enjoyable. Since they’ve limited the temperature of the water, they’ve been less so. I step in to the tub slowly, using the hand–bar supports they installed in this place. With the smack of a button, the water turns on and I lay down into the tub. As the tub began to fill, I made my usual observation. The main one being that I barely fit in to this bathtub. Once filled, the tub turns off the water. Even when the tub is full, my belly sticks out like a lone rock in the middle of the ocean. Sometimes I expect a small ship to crash on melons, climb the summit of my uterus as it sticks out, and claim it in the name of England. “God my boobs are sore.” I said to myself as I felt them tenderly. My crotch has been sensitive lately too. Pregnancy does a number on your body as everything sexual on it acquires a surreal sensitivity to things. Being immersed in water relieves some of the physical stress my body is under, so I soaked for a little while. As I get up, I bent myself a little awkwardly and the kid kicked me. I’m getting pretty irritated with carrying this kid inside of me, regardless of how special it is. My clothing options have been kept almost nonexistent… literally. I get the fashionable joy of wearing a paper–thin night gown with no undergarments. I lay down on to the bed, rolling on to a side first, and flick on the idiot–tube. But something isn’t right… “Huh?” I thought to myself, “I’m still wet in my crotch area. Huh, thought I got myself dried out.” At that point, I got a little back ache. “Damn kid.” I said, “not much forgiveness considering I’m growing it.” The ache diminished as I watched T.V. A little while later, it came back. Wait… it came back?
After getting wheeled in to the obstetrics office and getting poked and prodded, I found out… I’m in labor, three centimeters dilated. “Great, three centimeters out of how many?” “Ten centimeters,” Dr. Kindel said. A
I started to get a sensation inside of me. Like if I had a bruise and someone started lightly pressing it, then began pressing harder. He started talking more, but I tuned him out as I tried to dull the feeling. Wait. I’m in labor!? “So hook me up with the painkillers and lets get this finished up!” I said with a cheer. “Pain killers? Didn’t you know that kids who have mothers that take painkillers suffer ADD and ADHD? No painkillers are going to be used, that’s why you’re getting paid the big bucks.” Fuck.
Naked, covered in sweat and searing in pain from my cervix dilating, I’m entering my twentieth hour of torture. Fluid creeps from my vagina with each contraction. The last time I was in this room was two months ago, receiving a tour of this small room for preparation. “God!” I say, my face was glazed with sweat. “This is uncomfortable! Give me something soft to lay on if I’m going to split open like this!” I beg. When they set me up on this table, there wasn’t much more than a layer of cushioning and a bedsheet. I can at least see my legs now, as they’re suspended in the air by cold, steel stirrups locking my thighs in to place. My feet dangled and kicked as a contraction hit. “OW, DAMMIT,” I thought as a contraction hit. My toes curled in, my uterus clasped itself and I try to bare through it. “<huff> <huff> Ngh. God… Dr. Kindel… how about a caesarian?” “No.” “Oh fuck, why not?!” “You’re the first mother bearing such a child. Your natural abilities to bare such a child are necessary for our research.” “What does tha—GOD. GOD. OW ow Ow OW” This is a hard one. God DAMNIT this is a hard one! The pain keeps building. It doesn’t feel like a bruise being pressed, it feels like a cigarette being put out in my crotch. I snap from side to side trying to break free. The stirrups secure my lower body firmly in to place. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to make this difficult?” He asked. “Gah… <huff> <huff> Okay, I’ll trade you places.” I snapped. He stepped out of the room for a moment and came back with one of the assistants.
I got my upper arms fastened down too. Dammit.
Four forty. God, how much more? Can a body even handle this kind of abuse? My tears seem to dry just in time for the next major contraction, or when he decides to stick his hand in to me. I roll my head to the left. There is camera one. About an hour ago, he and that fucking assistant setup a full movie studio while this kid has a ball at Utero–Disneyland. Bad: Having six cameras capturing you, your private areas in pretty much any angle you could want. Good: I can see on the tv the output of camera four. This would be the one I watch when this kid is almost out. Right now I can see the goose bumps on my… “OW God, MMMMmmmmmngh! AhhhhhHHHHhhhhhhhhnnnnngh” I moan as my body involuntarily spasms with the pain. “Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… nnnnnnnnnnnnhhaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa!” My body quivers as I’m locked in to place. My vision, unfocused because of the pain, only sees the outline of the Doctor, looming around my crotch. “AHhhh AAH… ngh NGH URGH AH AHHHHHH OoooooooOOoOooOOooooh!” I wail as another contraction hits. It starts to wind down. My focus begins to come back. “<huff> <huff> Doctor… I need… to… use… use the toilet…” “Emily, you got cleaned out if you remember. If you’re at that point, I want you to push as hard as you can with the next contraction.” I nod as best as I can. “Almost over,” I think. Time slows to a crawl. If time travel ever existed, it only existed for laboring women just to prolong the hell of labor. A moment passes and I feel the beginning of another contraction. My vaginal canal tenses and then shortly my… “Ahhhhhmmmm—” I feel the contraction start, “Okay push right?” I think to myself. “Mmmmm!! …AAAAAAAAAAGH! GOD… OH GOD… wwwwhhhAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FUCK!! AAAAAAAAA” My uterus squeezes itself as I push, the hard body presses on all walls inside my body but… “OH GOD! MMMMNNNGHHHH! HELP ME! CHRIST HELP ME!” H
The head. Oh god, the head. I felt my cervix get pressed by this kid’s head, but with the push it’s head it stretching me past those ten centimeters. “<huff> <huff> MMMMNNNGGHHHHH UHNGGGGGGHH!” I grunt as I continue to try pushing. My body triggered some kind of reaction, as if it took a breath and blew hard, because when the sense of the contraction dulled, another one hit of epic proportions. “NNNGGH—GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” My legs thrashed about, my hands curled in to tight fists. I felt an ENORMOUS object push in to my birth canal. The head moved slowly with my push. “AAAAAAAAAAAHNGH—AH–ah–Ah–AAAAANNNNNNRRRRGH!” The contraction kept me pushing. I’m not too sure how, but the size of the head kept getting bigger. I could feel my weight shifting downward, into the center of my pelvis. The contraction tapered off and I let up. “<huff> <huff> ungh! Nnn—ngh!” I grunted. I took in a deep breath. Bad idea. “Urrnngh!?” As my lungs relaxed form exhaling, my uterus had the unwelcome joy of re-receiving this kid, its head started to slip back in to me slowly. “Ungh! Ngh! Urngh!” I tried to push, to keep the child where it was. “Good start Emily. Good girl. Just relax and try harder with the next one.” “Try harder? Fuck you,” I thought. The second hand on the clock ticked so slowly. Thirty… thirty-one… thirty-two… My belly regained its round shape, as the head slipped back in. A few minutes later, as if I were hit by a bolt of lightning, another contraction hit. My body jolted and rocked as best it could in the restraints. I tried pushing again. “Ahngh! Ahngh! Urrrrrrrr—RRNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” That familiar feel of a head pushed into my vagina again. “AAAAAAAAAH AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” “Almost to the same spot, keep going!” I thought. “OOH OOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
There, I got it further than last time. My feet kicking against the stirrups as best they could to break free of my bonds. The contraction finished. “ It… it’s staying!” I thought to myself. My face pinched as I felt my vaginal opening getting invaded and the part of my birth canal where the head was sting terribly. He was feeling the head or something, I didn’t know and I didn’t care why. “Aghn! GOD THAT HURTS, GET OUT OF ME—E!!!?” “What the hell?!” I was completely shocked, I felt the head push back inside of me. My eyes widened as the shock burned through my body. “Oh god…” I began to break down, “Why did you do that?” “Two reasons. One, the head is large enough that if you rush it, you’ll be in trouble. Two, the largest reason, is that I needed to figure out how well you’ll handle it… Besides, you only got it descended about a third of the way.” Tears began to well in my eyes. “Well Emily, its going to be close with you, that’s for sure. The child will just barely fit through you. We made a good choice with you.” A contraction hit. “Ooof! NGH!” “Fuck it. If I’m going to die, I may as well make it quick,” I thought. I took in a huge breath, grasped it as tightly as I could and pushed as if god himself were pressing it through with his own finger. “Ngh… NGH… NNNGGH. KIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The head descended again but not slowly. I felt it press in to my pelvis with a fire. It was thick, hard and cumbersome. The maximum girth of it pressed through my cervix and the intensity made my vision flash with stars. “AAAAAAAAAA—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH— AH–ahh–HA–haaaaaaaangh!” As I recovered, I found myself staring blankly at the monitor that pointed to my birthing area. They had me maintain a shaven region for quite a while, so when I saw a dark, shine inside of my opening, I realized that I could see the baby. “You’ll get it to crown with the next push!” He said.
My vaginal walls held tightly around the kid’s head. God this thing was huge. “Wha… What did you mean… You made a good choice with… with me?” I asked in haze. “Of all the applicants, you had the best ‘childbearing’ bone structure. You have good, well shaped hips, and your pelvic cavity is broad enough to support the child you got right now. Now enough of the small talk, on the next contraction, push!” I nodded my head a little. I wiggled my hips a bit to try and gain insight to the head in there but all I felt was an indescribably thick, round object stuck inside. I felt another one starting, same pattern so I started to pushing. As the contraction began to assist, the head pushed further in to me, finally sliding in to the most sensitive part of my vagina, the opening. I could see it, my vulva which normally was clean and well shaped now was red from irritation and opened in a teardrop shape. The contraction broke and I smiled as I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. A minute passed, I knew it was coming any minute. “Come on!” I thought. “Come on! Just…” It started and I pushed. “Ungh!?” I gasped uncontrollably. “UNGH! OH OHNGH HOLY SHIT! OH GOD IT HURTS, IT HURTS SHIT PULL IT OUT, PULLITOUTNOW!” The head began to push against my perineum, it wasn’t human. It couldn’t be. My vulva stretched from a teardrop shape in to a small circle. The pressure of the head pushed on the skin that covered it. But the contraction continued and I tried to keep with it. “PLEASE… PLEASE PULL IT… NGH! OUT!” “Keep pushing Emily, you’re doing good.” I couldn’t keep it. I stopped pushing. My vagina couldn’t hold and the head pulled back in to the “just crowning” state. “Emily we need to hurry a little more or the life of the child may become endangered. I’m going to give you a little injection for assistance.” I felt the prick of a needle enter my bloodstream. My body convulsed and shook hard. “Oh god, what is this feeling?!” “Ah! <huff> <huff> Ahn! Ah–ah–AH–AH NNNOOOOHHHH GOD, OOHHHHGOOOOD” My uterus squeezed hard and the strongest contraction I have ever had hit me.
I had to push, my body commanded it. I just had to, so I did. The head pushed again on my perineum, stretching me and stretching me. “Uh… uhgn?! AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAH MAKEITSTOP AHHH MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOOOooOooop.” I hated that monitor now. I could see it. The kids head has shaped my vulva to the top of its head. The dread falls over me as I could see this swollen outline of its head. The contraction breaks and starts again. I can’t control it. That fucker. “NWUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA uuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” The head pushes closer and closer out. God it feels so full inside. Every push further hurts a hundred times more than the one before it. My body jerks uncontrollably. I do the only thing I can do as my body keeps pushing. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” The head begins to push out more and more, I can see the details better, I can see it. “OH GOD, MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE PULL IT OUT.” Then it happens. I scream a scream that could be heard the world over three times. The head stretched me to the maximum diameter it could go. I could feel the ripples and bumps of its face on my vaginal walls. The head was partly out. A slow push I give it continues to move it. God it hurts so much. “AH!” The head jerks out of me. “Good girl, the head it out.” I could feel it. This head was so huge, I could feel it pushing against my thighs. It faced away from the camera as it rested there, still partly inside me. “Ok Emily, I’m going to help you out here, as you push I’m going to pull slowly.” I ignore him as the shot he gave me forcefully induces another contraction. “AAAH! AAAAAAH” There is a pressure pushing me apart. I feel his pull, my body shivers trying to pull the baby away from his grasp. This is why I was put in stirrups I’m sure.
Pushing… Pushing… “FUCK. FUUUUCK AAAAAHHH… AAAAAAHHHMMMMMmmmnnnnGH!” The baby moves back towards my bottom, I can feel the shoulder push against, slide under my pubic bone and press outward. “Huuhh!” He kept pulling. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” I wailed as he pulled the body out. I suddenly collapsed.
I later found out that I had given birth to a fourteen–pound baby boy. Since he wasn’t mine, I didn’t really care about the details. I was sore for a month after I gave birth. I did receive my payment, but that really wasn’t worth it. I still have dreams about that event.

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My name is Emily. About a year ago, I accepted an offer to be a surrogate mother in trade for full college funding that would cover both my undergraduate as well as my post-graduate degree. At the time, the terms were very simple: $250,000 after delivery, plus free medical, room and board for the duration of the pregnancy. For that, I would surrender myself for the next nine months away from my friends and family. Were it in earlier times when the job market fared better I may not have applied to such an offer. But being eighteen with no marketable skills, I was left with either going to college or working ridiculously low wage jobs.  I should have chosen the low–wage job. The deal was that I carry this child until its birth, and then I would be free to go. But ah, the things they don’t tell you. Important things like, “you’ll be carrying a child that science designed at the DNA level.” Regardless of whether or not it will never get cancer, nor suffer any hereditary illnesses, it might have been nice if they mentioned my pregnancy would go past the nine months a typical pregnancy might. Better yet, I would have appreciated being told that they will not induce labor. Why? I still don’t know the real reason. Their bullshit reason is that, “being the first engineered child, its period of gestation must not be forced.” I could understand why they wouldn’t force it before nine months easily enough, but I’ve been pregnant for eleven and a half months. It has been almost a full year since I was on that table being fertilized by their little experiment.  Their medical team estimates my unborn to be about fourteen pounds in weight. They like to throw around technical terms that escape me for anything specific about my health, simply comforting me that ‘you’ll be fine.’ I’ll be fine when I’m not fucking here. For the last three weeks, my physical activities have been rather limited. My uterus extrudes in a perfect spherical shape. My once twenty-eight inch waist aches as it tries to hold my unborn, my belly itself is so large that if I try to stand straight up, I’ll lean and then fall. In physics, they taught you about center of mass. Normally, proper term wombs still keep the mother’s balance in check. This is how I know that this is not healthy. When I have to use something to lean on in order to walk, that’s a bad thing. “Fuck it, I’m done thinking about it. I’m going to take a bath.” Walking to the bathroom at almost twelve months of pregnancy is a fun thing to do. By fun I mean awful. With a kid’s head in the space inside of your hips, and its body in your belly, filled with water as its insulator, it feels sort of like a log, wrapped in a soft towel.  M 
I can still bend… sort of. If I lean forward I cannot continue to breath as I’ll press this kid’s body in to my chest. I can try to lean back, but the extent is limited by my uterus’ tension on my body.  I walk to the bathtub using a walker to support myself.  Now, baths used to be enjoyable. Since they’ve limited the temperature of the water, they’ve been less so. I step in to the tub slowly, using the hand–bar supports they installed in this place. With the smack of a button, the water turns on and I lay down into the tub.  As the tub began to fill, I made my usual observation. The main one being that I barely fit in to this bathtub. Once filled, the tub turns off the water. Even when the tub is full, my belly sticks out like a lone rock in the middle of the ocean. Sometimes I expect a small ship to crash on melons, climb the summit of my uterus as it sticks out, and claim it in the name of England.  “God my boobs are sore.” I said to myself as I felt them tenderly. My crotch has been sensitive lately too. Pregnancy does a number on your body as everything sexual on it acquires a surreal sensitivity to things.  Being immersed in water relieves some of the physical stress my body is under, so I soaked for a little while. As I get up, I bent myself a little awkwardly and the kid kicked me. I’m getting pretty irritated with carrying this kid inside of me, regardless of how special it is.  My clothing options have been kept almost nonexistent… literally. I get the fashionable joy of wearing a paper–thin night gown with no undergarments. I lay down on to the bed, rolling on to a side first, and flick on the idiot–tube. But something isn’t right… “Huh?” I thought to myself, “I’m still wet in my crotch area. Huh, thought I got myself dried out.”  At that point, I got a little back ache.  “Damn kid.” I said, “not much forgiveness considering I’m growing it.” The ache diminished as I watched T.V.   A little while later, it came back. Wait… it came back?

After getting wheeled in to the obstetrics office and getting poked and prodded, I found out… I’m in labor, three centimeters dilated.  “Great, three centimeters out of how many?” “Ten centimeters,” Dr. Kindel said.  A 
I started to get a sensation inside of me. Like if I had a bruise and someone started lightly pressing it, then began pressing harder. He started talking more, but I tuned him out as I tried to dull the feeling.  Wait. I’m in labor!? “So hook me up with the painkillers and lets get this finished up!” I said with a cheer. “Pain killers? Didn’t you know that kids who have mothers that take painkillers suffer ADD and ADHD? No painkillers are going to be used, that’s why you’re getting paid the big bucks.” Fuck.

Naked, covered in sweat and searing in pain from my cervix dilating, I’m entering my twentieth hour of torture. Fluid creeps from my vagina with each contraction.  The last time I was in this room was two months ago, receiving a tour of this small room for preparation.  “God!” I say, my face was glazed with sweat. “This is uncomfortable! Give me something soft to lay on if I’m going to split open like this!” I beg. When they set me up on this table, there wasn’t much more than a layer of cushioning and a bedsheet. I can at least see my legs now, as they’re suspended in the air by cold, steel stirrups locking my thighs in to place. My feet dangled and kicked as a contraction hit. “OW, DAMMIT,” I thought as a contraction hit. My toes curled in, my uterus clasped itself and I try to bare through it. “<huff> <huff> Ngh. God… Dr. Kindel… how about a caesarian?” “No.” “Oh fuck, why not?!” “You’re the first mother bearing such a child. Your natural abilities to bare such a child are necessary for our research.” “What does tha—GOD. GOD. OW ow Ow OW”  This is a hard one. God DAMNIT this is a hard one! The pain keeps building. It doesn’t feel like a bruise being pressed, it feels like a cigarette being put out in my crotch.  I snap from side to side trying to break free. The stirrups secure my lower body firmly in to place.  “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to make this difficult?” He asked. “Gah… <huff> <huff> Okay, I’ll trade you places.” I snapped. He stepped out of the room for a moment and came back with one of the assistants. 
I got my upper arms fastened down too.  Dammit.

Four forty. God, how much more? Can a body even handle this kind of abuse? My tears seem to dry just in time for the next major contraction, or when he decides to stick his hand in to me.  I roll my head to the left. There is camera one. About an hour ago, he and that fucking assistant setup a full movie studio while this kid has a ball at Utero–Disneyland.  Bad: Having six cameras capturing you, your private areas in pretty much any angle you could want.  Good: I can see on the tv the output of camera four. This would be the one I watch when this kid is almost out.  Right now I can see the goose bumps on my… “OW God, MMMMmmmmmngh! AhhhhhHHHHhhhhhhhhnnnnngh” I moan as my body involuntarily spasms with the pain. “Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… nnnnnnnnnnnnhhaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa!” My body quivers as I’m locked in to place. My vision, unfocused because of the pain, only sees the outline of the Doctor, looming around my crotch.  “AHhhh AAH… ngh NGH URGH AH AHHHHHH OoooooooOOoOooOOooooh!” I wail as another contraction hits. It starts to wind down. My focus begins to come back. “<huff> <huff> Doctor… I need… to… use… use the toilet…” “Emily, you got cleaned out if you remember. If you’re at that point, I want you to push as hard as you can with the next contraction.” I nod as best as I can.  “Almost over,” I think. Time slows to a crawl. If time travel ever existed, it only existed for laboring women just to prolong the hell of labor.  A moment passes and I feel the beginning of another contraction. My vaginal canal tenses and then shortly my… “Ahhhhhmmmm—” I feel the contraction start, “Okay push right?” I think to myself. “Mmmmm!! …AAAAAAAAAAGH! GOD… OH GOD… wwwwhhhAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH FUCK!! AAAAAAAAA”  My uterus squeezes itself as I push, the hard body presses on all walls inside my body but… “OH GOD! MMMMNNNGHHHH! HELP ME! CHRIST HELP ME!” H 
The head. Oh god, the head. I felt my cervix get pressed by this kid’s head, but with the push it’s head it stretching me past those ten centimeters. “<huff> <huff> MMMMNNNGGHHHHH UHNGGGGGGHH!” I grunt as I continue to try pushing. My body triggered some kind of reaction, as if it took a breath and blew hard, because when the sense of the contraction dulled, another one hit of epic proportions. “NNNGGH—GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” My legs thrashed about, my hands curled in to tight fists. I felt an ENORMOUS object push in to my birth canal. The head moved slowly with my push.  “AAAAAAAAAAAHNGH—AH–ah–Ah–AAAAANNNNNNRRRRGH!” The contraction kept me pushing.  I’m not too sure how, but the size of the head kept getting bigger. I could feel my weight shifting downward, into the center of my pelvis.  The contraction tapered off and I let up. “<huff>  <huff> ungh! Nnn—ngh!” I grunted.  I took in a deep breath. Bad idea. “Urrnngh!?” As my lungs relaxed form exhaling, my uterus had the unwelcome joy of re-receiving this kid, its head started to slip back in to me slowly.  “Ungh! Ngh! Urngh!” I tried to push, to keep the child where it was. “Good start Emily. Good girl. Just relax and try harder with the next one.” “Try harder? Fuck you,” I thought. The second hand on the clock ticked so slowly.  Thirty… thirty-one… thirty-two… My belly regained its round shape, as the head slipped back in. A few minutes later, as if I were hit by a bolt of lightning, another contraction hit. My body jolted and rocked as best it could in the restraints. I tried pushing again. “Ahngh! Ahngh! Urrrrrrrr—RRNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”  That familiar feel of a head pushed into my vagina again. “AAAAAAAAAH AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” “Almost to the same spot, keep going!” I thought. “OOH OOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  
There, I got it further than last time. My feet kicking against the stirrups as best they could to break free of my bonds.  The contraction finished. “ It… it’s staying!” I thought to myself.  My face pinched as I felt my vaginal opening getting invaded and the part of my birth canal where the head was sting terribly. He was feeling the head or something, I didn’t know and I didn’t care why.  “Aghn! GOD THAT HURTS, GET OUT OF ME—E!!!?” “What the hell?!” I was completely shocked, I felt the head push back inside of me. My eyes widened as the shock burned through my body.  “Oh god…” I began to break down, “Why did you do that?” “Two reasons. One, the head is large enough that if you rush it, you’ll be in trouble. Two, the largest reason, is that I needed to figure out how well you’ll handle it… Besides, you only got it descended about a third of the way.” Tears began to well in my eyes. “Well Emily, its going to be close with you, that’s for sure. The child will just barely fit through you. We made a good choice with you.” A contraction hit.  “Ooof! NGH!”  “Fuck it. If I’m going to die, I may as well make it quick,” I thought. I took in a huge breath, grasped it as tightly as I could and pushed as if god himself were pressing it through with his own finger. “Ngh… NGH… NNNGGH. KIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The head descended again but not slowly. I felt it press in to my pelvis with a fire. It was thick, hard and cumbersome. The maximum girth of it pressed through my cervix and the intensity made my vision flash with stars. “AAAAAAAAAA—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH— AH–ahh–HA–haaaaaaaangh!” As I recovered, I found myself staring blankly at the monitor that pointed to my birthing area. They had me maintain a shaven region for quite a while, so when I saw a dark, shine inside of my opening, I realized that I could see the baby.  “You’ll get it to crown with the next push!” He said.  
My vaginal walls held tightly around the kid’s head. God this thing was huge. “Wha… What did you mean… You made a good choice with… with me?” I asked in haze. “Of all the applicants, you had the best ‘childbearing’ bone structure. You have good, well shaped hips, and your pelvic cavity is broad enough to support the child you got right now. Now enough of the small talk, on the next contraction, push!” I nodded my head a little. I wiggled my hips a bit to try and gain insight to the head in there but all I felt was an indescribably thick, round object stuck inside.  I felt another one starting, same pattern so I started to pushing. As the contraction began to assist, the head pushed further in to me, finally sliding in to the most sensitive part of my vagina, the opening.  I could see it, my vulva which normally was clean and well shaped now was red from irritation and opened in a teardrop shape.  The contraction broke and I smiled as I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.  A minute passed, I knew it was coming any minute.  “Come on!” I thought. “Come on! Just…” It started and I pushed. “Ungh!?” I gasped uncontrollably.  “UNGH! OH  OHNGH HOLY SHIT! OH GOD IT HURTS, IT HURTS SHIT PULL IT OUT, PULLITOUTNOW!” The head began to push against my perineum, it wasn’t human. It couldn’t be. My vulva stretched from a teardrop shape in to a small circle. The pressure of the head pushed on the skin that covered it. But the contraction continued and I tried to keep with it. “PLEASE… PLEASE PULL IT… NGH! OUT!” “Keep pushing Emily, you’re doing good.” I couldn’t keep it. I stopped pushing. My vagina couldn’t hold and the head pulled back in to the “just crowning” state. “Emily we need to hurry a little more or the life of the child may become endangered. I’m going to give you a little injection for assistance.” I felt the prick of a needle enter my bloodstream.  My body convulsed and shook hard. “Oh god, what is this feeling?!” “Ah! <huff> <huff> Ahn! Ah–ah–AH–AH NNNOOOOHHHH GOD, OOHHHHGOOOOD” My uterus squeezed hard and the strongest contraction I have ever had hit me.  
I had to push, my body commanded it. I just had to, so I did. The head pushed again on my perineum, stretching me and stretching me.   “Uh… uhgn?! AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAH MAKEITSTOP AHHH MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOOOooOooop.”  I hated that monitor now. I could see it. The kids head has shaped my vulva to the top of its head. The dread falls over me as I could see this swollen outline of its head.  The contraction breaks and starts again. I can’t control it. That fucker. “NWUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA uuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” The head pushes closer and closer out. God it feels so full inside. Every push further hurts a hundred times more than the one before it. My body jerks uncontrollably. I do the only thing I can do as my body keeps pushing. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” The head begins to push out more and more, I can see the details better, I can see it.  “OH GOD, MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE PULL IT OUT.”  Then it happens. I scream a scream that could be heard the world over three times. The head stretched me to the maximum diameter it could go. I could feel the ripples and bumps of its face on my vaginal walls.  The head was partly out. A slow push I give it continues to move it. God it hurts so much. “AH!” The head jerks out of me. “Good girl, the head it out.” I could feel it. This head was so huge, I could feel it pushing against my thighs.  It faced away from the camera as it rested there, still partly inside me.  “Ok Emily, I’m going to help you out here, as you push I’m going to pull slowly.” I ignore him as the shot he gave me forcefully induces another contraction.  “AAAH! AAAAAAH” There is a pressure pushing me apart.  I feel his pull, my body shivers trying to pull the baby away from his grasp. This is why I was put in stirrups I’m sure.  
Pushing… Pushing… “FUCK. FUUUUCK AAAAAHHH… AAAAAAHHHMMMMMmmmnnnnGH!” The baby moves back towards my bottom, I can feel the shoulder push against, slide under  my pubic bone and press outward.  “Huuhh!” He kept pulling. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” I wailed as he pulled the body out.  I suddenly collapsed.

I later found out that I had given birth to a fourteen–pound baby boy.  Since he wasn’t mine, I didn’t really care about the details. I was sore for a month after I gave birth.  I did receive my payment, but that really wasn’t worth it. I still have dreams about that event.