I want to see Sarah giving birth

Sarah is even hotter than the severe instructor who demonstrated breeding for you and the other new Breeders. You’d like to see that very much!

“Yeah, I really wanna-” you stop. Are they going to think you’re weird? Maybe it would be better to seem less eager.

“I mean, sure, I’ll help you get to the pavilion, Sarah,” you correct yourself. Sarah laughs, clutching her belly:

“You can start by helping me up, then!” You and Chloe grab an arm, and pull Sarah to her feet as she struggles to lift her offspring-filled body. She’s a few inches taller than Chloe and her arms are thicker and softer.

“Um, how far is it to get there?” you ask.

“About five minutes, just make a left on the path we came in on,” Chloe replied, feeling Sarah’s belly where it sits noticeably lower on her body. You start walking, supporting Sarah’s left side while feeling her laboring belly. It’s rock-hard and hot to the touch. Her sweat dampens your uniform top and you can hear her panting as she walks next to you. After a few minutes of walking slowly to give Sarah time to waddle along, you think aloud:

“Hey, I thought that you controlled when you gave birth,” remembering how your instructor had activated a “play” symbol that appeared on her pregnant bump.

“Yeah, I had that disabled,” Sarah pants, “just for tonight. It feels more natural to let the baby decide when to be born.”

“You can turn it off?” you ask. You know that the controls and meters the RADs displayed could be hidden, but you’ve never heard of a control being disabled.

“Well…” Sarah trails off, grunting as her belly contracts. You stop in the middle of the path until it subsides. Rachel is standing right behind Sarah, watching her ass for signs of the baby’s appearance.

“You’re not supposed outright turn it off,” Chloe answers for her, “so keep it between us. Sarah’s a breeding instructor, so she can handle not knowing when she'll give birth. It might be better for the baby, too. And Sarah really prefers it this way in our free time.”

You don’t understand. The RAD is inside her. They can’t just turn it off by hand. But you don’t press the issue as you see the lights of the pavilion up ahead.

The pavilion is a rectangular stone building surrounded by an overhanging roof that covers a concrete patio in the middle of the forest. There are some security officers standing around. Chloe steers you and Sarah to a stray yoga mat sitting next to a picnic table.

You and Chloe lower Sarah to the soft mat where she gets on her hands and knees, breathing deeply. There are girls on mats or sitting on picnic table benches beneath the pavilion, some of them with heads poking out of their pussies. Most of the birthing girls are accompanied by other girls, and you see one breeding instructor kneeling by a massively pregnant girl laying on her back, looking burdened under the weight of her unborn children. You can only see two other guys on this side of the pavilion. Both of them appear to be holding hands with their pregnant girlfriends.

Sarah gets on her hands and knees on the mat, her laboring belly and huge tits hanging down from her body. Under the well-lit patio, you can see that Sarah has the word "INSTRUCTOR" across the back of her uniform. You can also see the tattoo on her thigh is pink roses with thorny green stems, partly hidden by her green stocking. The metal barbels through Sarah's thick brown nipples really shine in the light. You follow Chloe and Rachel to the picnic table next to Sarah’s mat and sit next to them, facing their laboring friend.

“Uh,” you turn to the girls, “are we going to, you know, help her?”

“I slowed down my birth rate, too” Sarah replied, “so I'll be a while.” She pants as her belly moves with a life of its own. Her face is flushed under the bright lights of the pavilion, and when you lean over, you can see that her pussy looks wet, but with no sign of a baby.

“When she’s ready to give birth,” Chloe says, stroking her own slightly rounded belly, “you can help support her, hold her in a better position. Gravity really helps the baby come out.”

“Or,” Rachel whispers in your ear, conspiratorially, “you can harry her, because Sarah’s a kinky bitch addicted to giving birth and she handicaps her RAD so it’ll take longer. She even likes it when men touch her.” Your eyes widen.

“I heard the ‘kinky bitch’ part of that, slut!” Sarah says, shifting her knees further apart on the mat, lowering her full womb closer to the ground. All around you can hear girls moaning, an occasional scream piercing the warm night air. Rachel giggles as she notices your cock growing in response.