Giving Birth (Day 3 End)

Dazed, you barely feel your stomach clench and twist for several minutes. It feels like heartburn – or indigestion, or something. You rub your swollen breasts. Maybe it's from swallowing all that delicious cum? Too much of a good thing – no, that couldn't apply here.

Suddenly, an immense pain arrests you. You clutch your stomach and almost double over, which is a little difficult because of the fact you're suspended several feet in the air.

Thankfully, the tentacles seem to sense your discomfort and lower you softly to the ground, spreading your knees for extra comfort. The cool ground is a welcome relief to your sore body, which aches from all the sex and time spent glued to a wall.

Another impulse racks you, you groan loudly. You can feel your massive stomach expand slightly. The stretching pain is immense.

You can't be... not yet... giving birth already? So soon? Not yet–

Another contraction strikes you, dispelling all rational thought and pulling two things to the forefront of your mind:

Fear. It's a fear foreign to you, it's both exhilarating and crippling. Will you die? Will it hurt? It already hurts... but it can't get worse, right? What about the ...child? Will it be OK? Your maternal instincts don't seem to be very prejudiced.

Elation. It's over, right? Everything's soon to be over.

Even if you'll miss the feeling of something inside you... at least it'll be over. You won't have a choice in the matter. It'll be over.

You can feel it already starting to move in you. You help, spreading your legs further and pushing – breathing. The creature is smooth and doesn't stretch you much as it leaves you.

There's one more burst of pain, but it fades. Your body is just too numb.

It looks like a mass of green gelatin, mostly. There are some organs visible through the transluscent skin, but, it doesn't even really look gross.

Several frenetic tentacles swarm the 'child' and probe it. You think they're inspecting it for defects.

Seemingly satisfied, the creature releases you. The green appendages slither away over to your classmate, who now is blissfully asleep. You can see a small bulge in her once flat stomach – whitish cum still leaks freshly from her pussy.

You try to stand shakily and fall once before finally finding the strength returning to your limbs. You don't really feel tired, refreshed actually. It isn't what you'd expected. There is soreness, yes, and there are a few bloodstains around your pussy and inner-thighs, but you don't even seem to have any stretch-marks – it seems as though you'd gone through nothing.

Maybe this is a dream afterall?

You hope not.

A rustle of sorrow blows through you. Your stomach is back to it's proper size. Why did it feel so right?

Trying to play it tough, you glance around the dank cave and take a deep breath, but are unable to hold back a sigh. There's a light source up ahead, and you think you remember your way out...

You take a **** glance around, hoping to see some shred of clothing but revealing nothing but a few scraps.

There's a nagging feeling in your gut. It's telling you to make a decision. Some part of you really wants to stay... maybe it's not really done with you yet! Another... another wants you to go immediately and see your friends... which, you admit is unusual. Not that you find the idea impossible, just that you actually have a physical urge to see them.

What should you do?