The result

Nine months later...

After that fateful birthday, Laura thought she was infected by a rare disease. First, her period completely stopped, then she began to vomit in the morning. No doctor could give her a correct diagnosis. Some guessed that she just had a tryst, others explained these symptoms by cancer. Day by day, her stomach continued to swell further outward.

Laura bought many kinds of **** to cure herself (but you swapped all of them with placebo). In the third trimester, the rapid increase in weight made her follow a strict diet. You had to feed her in order to ensure your baby was healthy.

But all these hard works finally paid. According to your calculation, today was Laura's due date. From the morning, you have followed her closely: from her bed to the school, then to the library.

She had a belly now – a rounded, perfect belly that you could barely be able to wrap your arms around. The belt of her trousers was becoming uncomfortably tight, so Laura unbuckled it to provide herself with some relief. The belly continuously pressed against the edge of the book she had been reading, so she had to adjust it from time to time.

After a while, the pressure on her bladder made her want to pee. Laura swayed out of her table, cradling the weight of her belly with one hand, and proceeded to waddle toward the main door.

As she touched the doorknob, something popped inside her. Suddenly, a rush of fluids burst out from between her legs, soaked her trousers, and spilled onto the floor.

Everyone turned the head towards Laura, someone even burst into a laugh. All of them were thinking that Laura has just peed, while in fact, it's her water broken.

Laura felt very embarrassed, thus she tried to run away as fast as possible. Her muscles were tightening, thus the shape of her belly visibly changing with the **** of it. Her tank top clung to her, drenched with sweat and - unbeknown to her - breast milk. Her contracting belly heaved with each breath before the spasming pain **** her to stop.

As Laura tried to calm down, another tightening spread across her stomach. A contraction seizing hold of her and forcing the thing more firmly against her cervix. It eventually passed, and Laura waddled the rest of the way into the restroom. It took her a whole five minutes and several more contractions before she could go inside and close the door behind, but once there, she fell on all four. It was at just the right angle to provide some support to her bottom, as well as giving her a back rest upon which she could recline.

Laura grunted loudly this time, but it was a grunt that came with some satisfaction. She could feel something moving downward her birth canal, though how far she could not have said. She didn't know about what was happening inside her, but it gave her a strange bliss.

Each contraction seemed to be even harder than the previous ones, squeezing the baby painfully downwards. Laura groaned in pain and pleasure, pushed with all her might, snapping her hips forward again, and finally a shoulder slip out, closely followed by the second, and the baby slided out of Laura's cunt, landing in her pants. You realized it's a good thing that Laura didn't get her pants off because you probably wouldn't have been able to catch your baby without them.

You acted in seconds, picking up your still softly crying baby and cutting the umbilical cord. You smiled with relief as now you had a very much alive daughter.