Push

Feeling another contraction coming on, Lois was sure of only one thing she could do right now—and she wanted this thing out of her.

For the second time that night, Lois struggled to get out of her pants. The pressure of the thing inside of her was building, and the awkward, solid lump pressing against the reporter's uterus wasn't helping matters much as she tried to bend at the middle, to hook her thumbs under the waistband and strip the tight pants off.

She was huffing and puffing her way to getting them over the curve of her ass when the contraction hit, a wave of pain that made Lois grit her teeth and froze her lungs, so that not even a peep made it out of her mouth—but now she pressed with the motion, pelvic muscles burning with effort and...she could feel it move, ever so slightly within her. Lois gasped as the spasm halted, taking the opportunity to breath.

It isn't just pushing it out, Lois thought, laying back in the circle, pants still only part-way off, hand resting on the solid lump distending her belly. It's stretching me to my limit.

However thick the stone cock that had broken off inside of Lois had been, it had grown now—wider than any sexual experience she had ever had. It was like getting double-fisted in reverse, and the reporter wondered if the solid mass would ever pass through her birth canal...or what might be left of her once-tight pussy when it was done.

With these questions weighing down on her, Lois resumed removing her pants, hoping at least they might survive the experience unscathed. She almost had to peel them off of her legs, bent over as far as he could and straining to push the material, but after several minutes she had them off and folded them under her head a a kind of pillow.

Knees bent, feet flat on the floor, Lois raised herself up to a half-sitting posture, as she had seen some pregnant women do. She set the smartphone within easy reach, trying to time the contractions, aware of how weird it was to be treating this as a kind of birth, but not sure what else to do.

A moment of curiosity tickled Lois' fancy, and he reached down between her legs...and felt, instead of the accustomed smooth line where her labia met, that the lips were spread apart, almost three finger-widths.

I'm dilating. Lois realized, and withdrew her hand.

The anticipation had Lois' heart thumping, worse than the actual pain. That was momentary, tough every time her muscles seemed to burn and ache a little longer, and the clock on the phone announced that the contractions were getting closer together. Lois fell into the cycle, almost timeless: push, then breath; push, breath; push...

It might have been an hour into the process, and the stone thing inside of Lois had dropped down noticeably from her lower abdomen to between her hips, when he noticed her nipples were erect, and her face flushed. Idly she grabbed her right breast, fingers toying with the hardened nipple. She groaned out loud, feeling the mass inside of her stretching out her tunnel as never before.

I've heard of women that orgasmed during birth, the reporter squeezed her breast again, hips aching, clitoris standing at attention. Never thought I'd get to experience it first hand.