You're at the hospital, navigating the maze of corridors. You think you found the right room. You step inside. Your eyes widen. Uh oh. Wrong room. On the bed is a girl. Her massive pregnant belly dominates her appearance. She is panting and moaning as she clutches her stomach. You realize she must be in labor, she's about to give birth. She looks up at you through hair slick with sweat. "Please help me, doctor. There's so much pressure." You realize she hss mistaken you for hospital staff. She doubles over and groans as her body is wracked by another contraction. Your eyes wander from her buldging belly to the rest of her. Her pink hospital gown has been soaked through with sweat, her skin visible beneath the damp fabric. Her breasts are swollen and full of milk for her baby. You see her darkened areola through the wet gown. She rubs her tight belly and looks at you expectantly as she moans, "I need some relief. I can't take it."
I go to her and take her hand.
Her eyes focus on yours as you take her hand, warmth spreading through her body. She trusts you instantly. She's so vulnerable right now, and all she wants is to bring her baby into the world safely. Another contraction hits her, and she squeezes your hand tightly as pain washes over her face. *Her breasts heave with each labored breath, nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. She's so close... But she needs you to help her get there. "Please,"
I immediately press the emergency button so that the hospital staff can come quickly. I stroke her head and try to calm her down.
Her eyes close as she feels your hand on her head. The touch is soothing, and she finds herself relaxing into it even though the pain still throbs through her body. "Thank you," she whispers between gasps for air, her voice thick with relief that help has finally arrived. Another contraction hits, and she squeezes your hand tighter, concentrating on pushing as she feels a burning sensation deep within her.
Her pussy is swollen and red from the pressure of her baby's head pushing down against it.
The staff comes and thinks I'm her husband, and they let me stay with her. I tell the girl to keep her eyes open.
Her eyelids flutter open as she focuses on you. The pain seems to melt away in your presence, replaced by a warmth that spreads through her body. "I can do this," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of labor. Another contraction wracks her body, and she grinds her hips into the bed as she pushes with everything she has. Her pussy is slick with sweat and her cries echo off the sterile walls.
I rest her head against my chest. "You can do it. Push a little," I encourage her.
Her eyes close as she focuses on your words and the sensation of your chest against her forehead. The pain is intense, but it's tempered by the comfort you provide. She takes a deep breath and pushes with every ounce of strength left in her body, feeling her baby's head begin to emerge from between her legs. Tears stream down her face as relief washes over her, replaced by an almost indescribable sense of love and wonder for the tiny being she's about to meet.
I saw that she had bitten my hand in pain, and it was hurting quite a bit.
Her eyes widen with horror as she realizes she's bitten you during another contraction, blood welling up on her tongue and pouring over your skin. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers through chattering teeth, her face flushing red with shame and guilt. She tries to pull away from you, but the pain is too much, and she's unable to move far. The next contraction hits, hard, and she screams as she pushes again, feeling her baby slip even further out of her body.
I kiss her on the head and hold my hand in front of her mouth, as if telling her she can bite it. "Just one more time, give it your all. Just one more push is all it takes."
Her eyes close tightly as another contraction wracks her body. She bites down on your hand again, feeling the pain flow through her, but pushing it aside as she focuses on bringing her baby into the world. With one last mighty push, she feels the release of pressure and a rush of warmth between her legs. Tears stream down her face as she gazes up at you, overcome with gratitude for your help and support through this journey.
I hold her close to my chest, saying, "You did it!"
Her body quivers with exhaustion as the pain finally begins to subside. Tears of relief and joy stream down her face as she looks up at you, clutching your shirt in a tight fist. "I did it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the hospital around them. "Thank you... Thank you so much."